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jeon jungkook fic rec list (â
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hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them đ„șđ€ also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time âšđ€
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dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a
⏠ DI Jeon didnât need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories. Â
block party by @minlucent f s a
⏠moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l
a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg
⏠you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldnât. Will jungkook show you what youâve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it?Â
lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a
⏠Jungkook was lost. He didnât know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasnât expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l
secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a
⏠Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows youâre his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au
i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a
⏠You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends⊠and youâre absolutely in love with him; heâs in love tooâjust not with you.Â
fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth
⏠your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller
pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s
⏠One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l
animal by @cutaepatootie f s a
⏠boxer jungkook au ANGST
things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a
⏠Itâs been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.
entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth
⏠Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But heâs also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about himâŠmaybe even love him. But something tells you that you arenât quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger youâve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didnât know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a
⏠Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a
⏠after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?
horizon by @/sokooks f s a
⏠The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au
searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a
⏠he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.
twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a
⏠you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a
⏠whatâs there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesnât love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on
better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a
⏠jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesnât want you to think anyone else is better than him
our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7
⏠The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au
dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a
⏠Money canât buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks heâs happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesnât know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au
together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm
âŹdomestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au
hot bot by @/httpjeon f s
⏠purchasing a Hot Bot wasnât exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.
stardust by @iamtaekooked f
⏠You didnât believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friendâs husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his
serendipity by @rohobi f s a
⏠After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe itâs about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.
chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a
⏠Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, itâs happening again, someoneâs threatening you. Only, this time, itâs not just you thatâs in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and canât help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIâs around.
I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a
⏠In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au
sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a
⏠Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isnât all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, donât cause trouble and donât give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin
⏠When your momâs fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world youâre suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation⊠ceo au
sleepwalking by @taexual f s a
⏠due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriendâs band. you thought youâve both made peace with it, but suddenly heâs very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a
⏠It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasnât who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions youâd been trying to bury.Â
ORÂ Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didnât hate him as much as you do.
as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a
⏠You havenât seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the worldâs population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. Youâre still surprised Seoul survived â if you can call what it has become âsurvivingâ
hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a
⏠jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason heâs unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer shouldâve been easy, if it werenât for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a
⏠jungkookâs drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but itâs to the very girl he abandoned that nightâand things get a lot more complicated when youâre the best hookup heâs ever had.
Jâaime by @baepop f s a
⏠Youâre the newest hire at a local cafĂ© and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.
Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth
⏠Youâre the girl of Jungkookâs dreams, literally. The only problem: youâre taken by his best friend
make me forget by @roseannekook f s a
⏠You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your companyâs first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things donât go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stallsâŠand find it in the arms of no one else but BTSâ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.
one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm
⏠fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song
boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a
⏠just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc
the boy who left by @/gujoonim a
⏠As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-beâs eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au
love sewn by @jvnghxope s a
⏠Youâve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything âfrom his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.
not yet by f s @bratkook f s a
⏠jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.
one shot
blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a
⏠when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls youâve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lightsâeven if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au
southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a
⏠Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each otherâs lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a
⏠What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when youâre always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.
enouement by @littlemisskookie s a
⏠War is Hell, but itâs what you had to do to take your brotherâs place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven youâd call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au
miss taken by @junghelioseok f s
âŹyou pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l
the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a
âŹÂ The 2 AM texts have started again. Itâs a bittersweet familiarity that you canât run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and youâll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkookâs presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.
the proposal by @hansolmates f s a
âŹJeonâs the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesnât go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l
red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s
âŹItâs no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. Thereâs nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money.Â
burning bright by @snackhobi s
âŹthere are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, heâd turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim
but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a
âŹJungkook is everything youâre not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most donât, and to that end, you suppose youâre fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj
⏠after moving away from your hometown five years ago, youâve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he canât be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need.Â
illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a
⏠Youâve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brotherâs mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancĂ©.
the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a
⏠After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au
rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a
⏠A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, thatâs nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
lowkey by @joonbird s
⏠Jungkook is the nude model for your art schoolâs life drawing class.
part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a
âŹthere is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nationâs most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one anotherâs minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.Â
sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a
⏠a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'
i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj
âŹÂ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man.Â
white lies by @noteguk f s a
⏠in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he canât tell white lies when it comes to you.Â
yes coach by @/taleanewastime s
⏠You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.
spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s
 ⏠If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.
fifth wish by @jiminrings f a
⏠jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while heâs at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind â to get rid of you.
blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth
âŹafter departing from your dom, youâre assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
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hi i just wanted to check in and see how you were doing i hope you are well and feeling good i'm sending you all my love and lots of warm hugs đđ€
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but i hope youâre also doing well, staying hydrated in this hot weather toođ„ș all the health and happiness to you đ€đ
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jeon jungkook fic rec list (â
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yup i've hit you with another list and once again i had so much fun putting it together... i was away for a bit but that spark came back and i'm back in action... this list holds so many amazing fics i've read it's alot of different types of storylines and some new genres i wanted to try out and i am so excited to go down that road with these new genres i haven't explored yet, but please do enjoy this list there's so many great fics here you will get lost in it i know it did, my next list should be out by next month i want to take time to read as many as i can and get back all that excitement so the next one might take a while... since these fics are so outstanding we can't forget to give all the love and support to the incredible authors who have taken the time to plan and write these fics without them we wouldn't get to read such beautiful and entertaining fics so please so them all the love and support in the world cause they truly deserve it leave them a nice comment, like and reblog the posts so others can discover them too and give them a follow and check out their masterlists i'm telling you, you will most definitely fall in love with their work and find lots of great pieces in there. most of the fics i recommend contain smut so no minors allowed and don't interact you as well as ageless blgs will be blocked and if you would like to share a fic with me you are more than welcome too i love hearing from you i hope you all enjoy this list and till next time ~ kiki âĄ
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between takes by @jeonstudios f s a
as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.
i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover f s a
Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
you're losing me by @sparklingchim s a
in the midst of marital challenges, jungkook and you grapple with the complexities of your relationship. yet, the lingering question whispers: how do you truly determine if the journey is worthwhile?
kiss the girl by @guked f s a
after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, youâre cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a humanâunless you can manage to get true loveâs kiss from that very same prince. which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.
flux by @yoonia s a ft. myg
One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. poly au
in motion by @/yoonia s
The rule is simple; you can look but you canât touch. Youâve been attending the event for a few times since youâve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.
what the fire gave us by @gimmethatagustd f s a
⏠You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.
friend in me by @ktheist f s a
âdonât confuse your party friends with your real friends.â
knife's edge by @readyplayerhobi f s a ft. pjm
The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. Itâs been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?
take a chance by @crystaljins a
You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friendâs wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out heâs in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.
chess of ice by @jimlingss f a
Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ânother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasnât bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well....and youâre his opponent.
diamond in the rough by @kimvtae f s a
When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesnât expect to fall as quickly as he does. Heâs been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he canât stay away from you, even when heâs warned that youâre not good enough for him.
try hard by @hobibliophile f s
Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and youâre reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.
cruel intentions by @jeonqukie f s a
All is well in your overtly simplistic life. You managed to maintain decent grades in university all the while progressing through your relationship with your long-time boyfriend and accompanying your best friend in her exhausting personal life. But as the saying goes when there are ups, there will surely be downs. While youâve maintained this upward pattern, you are defeated when one afternoon inevitably brings you to a downward spiral. All good things must come to an end. Who knew you would be sharing the same sentiment with someone you barely know.
sillage by @deerguk s
Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.
remote learning by @hansolmates s
working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, youâre baffled when you canât cum. however, jungkook thinks youâre doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.
when it rains by @choiwrites s a
Being an exotic dancer was never easy. Every day was the same for you, until you reached that one breaking point youâve been avoiding since your miserable life started. On a rainy night, Jungkook and his yellow umbrella were your last call of hope.
hate at first weeb by artaemis, freckleyoon (ao3)
You just want to weeb in peace but your annoying downstairs neighbour just won't let you breathe
wanted by @jincherie s a
You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted âcriminalâ. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasnât in your plans to fall in love with itâs handsome ruler. Â
everything in you by @jjungkookislife f s a
You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help. f2l, roommates au, pregnant!reader
home for the holidays by @/jjungkookislife f s a
Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friendâs ad. You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that youâre in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.
every breath you take by @junqkook s a
everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.
navy by @jjkfire f a
Heâs your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you itâs almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like itâs within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.
wicked by @adonis-koo s a
In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince whoâs heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trustâŠBut are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?
paper doll by @winetae s a
When the nationâs little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasnât him who left the relationship unscathed â it was you.
one shot
the devil's change up by @jungblue f s
Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far itâs been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, thereâs one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.Â
this is how we break up by @/ahundredtimesover s a
There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isnât one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if thereâs enough of you left to try to get back what youâd lost. âYou know what they say about past lovers remaining friends? Itâs either they never loved each other to begin with, or they still do. And we all know how much they loved each other, donât we?â
a piece of the moonlight by @/jimlingss f a
For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.
the quest to bedding the lead singer of frontman by @kpopfanfictrash s
Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just wonât leave you alone. (punk!Jungkook)
heartbreak trials by @dreamyjoons s a
it all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoonâs bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.
perhaps love by @mangowillow f a
for as long as you can remember, you have been in love with your childhood friend turned roommate, but jeon jungkook remains oblivious even when he comes to comfort and help you sleep every night.
what? now by @theharrowing f s
For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they?
lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks f a
the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.
tell me no lies by @jeongi f s a
You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.
mcd*ckin by @jinned s
"So, if I'm so predictable," you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, "what am I going to do next?"
things you said while you were driving by @cupofteaguk f
post breakup au
(y)our name by @jjkpls f s a ft ot 6
Itâs always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didnât mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.
(un)welcomed addition by @shuadotcom f a
After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the worldâs worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course.
Just Like the Movies by @/shuadotcom f s a
When you need a fake date for your cousinâs wedding and all of your other friends have plans, that only leaves your best friend Jungkook - who you also happen to be completely in love with. Itâll be easy getting through a week of fake dating him, right?
watermelon sugar by @/shuadotcom f s a
When your friends outvote you for your annual summer trip, you end up stuck at a beachside town. To make it worse, thereâs an irritating local surfer boy that wonât leave you alone⊠that is until you see him shirtless and in the water - then you donât want him to leave you alone and your unexpected summer romance begins.
take my whole life by @/ktheist f s a
chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.
never let you go by @yeojaa f s
You do things without thought, making impulse decisions thatâd make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they donât. (or: Jeon Jungkookâs just as impulsive as you.)
speaking in bodies by @/yeojaa f s a
The holidays have never meant much to you - less a promise of Christmas morning joy and more a reminder of all the things youâve lost. Â Some would call you a grinch; others, just a plain old asshole. Â Jeon Jungkook would call you both. Â The more time you spend together, though, the more you thaw, melting beneath the sun that seems to sit right in the centre of his chest.
howling for you by @fortunexkookie f s
The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you mightâve bitten off more than you could chew
cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive f s a
jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂ© to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
christmas is waiting for you by @/lamourche f s ft myg (ao3)
Being home for the holidays surrounded by your well-meaning family isnât that bad. All you have to do is (1) survive the Andersonsâ annual Christmas Eve party, (2) avoid all questions about your job, and (3) avoid your high school nemesis (not a crush!), Jeon Jungkook.
lost stars by @/subvk f s a (ao3)
Falling in love with Jeon Jungkook was everything youâve ever dreamed of and more, but maybe it was exactly that: a dream so blissful and comforting that it was too good to be true, something that could all disappear when the night changes to day, and your eyes open again. Or, making a marriage pact with your best friend was supposed to instill a sense of hope for you, so why does this hurt you more than it should?
a beautiful epiphany by @/subvk f s a (ao3)
Derailed by heartbreak and the loss of inspiration, Jeon Jungkook tries to rediscover his love for art again. As his best friend, youâre willing to do anything to help him reignite his lost passion. Little do you know that the struggling artistâs new muse is closer than you think.
the philosophy of goodluck by @kidguk f s
âyou told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my faceâ is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.
mountebank by @/kidguk f s ft. pjm
Soulmate AU featuring Jimin, in which youâve been waking up next to your soul-enemy and running from your soul-mate. Figure that mess out, will you?Â
holidays of breads and wood by @cutaepatootie f a
Every December now smells like freshly baked bread and wood to you. Its cold wind brings you memories of him every morning as you are kneading your mixture of water, flour and a pinch of nutmeg â the secret ingredient that makes your bread taste so special. It seeps through the open window of your small kitchen and shakes your entire body. It seeps under your flour-stained apron, getting through your clothes and reminding you of his soft touch. It sounds like forest and shines like snow under the sunlight. It fills your nostrils with familiar scents. Every December now feels like distant memories of a man you once knew, who loved to carve his dreams in wood.
a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon by @/cutaepatootie f s a
He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you canât even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. Thatâs how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.
every kind of way by @gukslut s
Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK
heavy lifting by @snackhobi f
you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy youâve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too.
blue orchid by @inkedtae f a
hanahaki & soulmate au
up to snow good by @aredheadedmess f a
Itâs all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
cherry bomb by @milfgyuu f s
Youâre a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and youâve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, youâre ready to toss your âno dating co-workersâ policy out the window.Â
work it out by @/choiwrites s
You never would have thought that youâd be working with the college dropout who was coincidentally your best friendâs ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Saying his name already burns your tongue, you wonder how long you can hold your professionalism around him.
all in by @iamjungkooked s a
Jeon Jungkook is everything you have ever desired in a partner. Heâs kind, passionate, funny, honest, warm and every positive adjective in the dictionary. He totally gets you and you get him. He seems like the perfect guy for you, except he is dating your best friend. What could possibly go wrong? OR The four times you get the wind knocked out of you by Jeon Jeongguk
until my last breath by @/iamjungkooked s a
Sporting an undercut and tattoos Jeon Jungkook waltzes back in your life after 5 years of being away. You think you know himâ and just when you think you have gotten close, he reveals a secret (or two). Following this, is a series of trials and tribulations that concludes in a way you never expect. (Alternatively: the one where Jungkook creates a mess out of you)
estå dañada by @aquagustd f s a
life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, youâre infallible.
coin toss by @yoondoze a
you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the cityâs detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.
wonder by @bubmyg f a
romance novels lie about finding some deep epiphany in the ocean because you find your inspiration in some chlorine tainted red locks or where jeongguk isnât smooth with a pool net.Â
starboy by @sugaxjpg s
Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights â after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong?
symmetry by @adriftmoonchild s a
with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasnât so damn good in bed.
little surfer girl by @ppersonna f s a
every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. Â every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.
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hi love i just wanted to check in and see how you were doing and send you some love đ„șđ
Omg hi Kiki â„ïžâ„ïž
Iâm doing a bit better today thank you. Yesterday (anniversary aside) was just. Not good. And it was a lot to process and a lot to try not to feel anything about. (I feel lots and itâs hard to separate for me). Like even as Iâm sitting in bed rn trying to distract myself my anxieties going through the roof thinking I messed up or forgot something. hence why Iâm trying my damndest to distract my brain.
Maybe Iâll write. Or paint. Or crochet. Or edit pictures.. idk. I also have to clean my apartment today so maybe some loud music or something.
Clearly my cognitive skills arenât all here right now đ
I super duper appreciate the love (and Tannies). Thanks for giving me an outlet to word vomit â„ïžâ„ïž
#yoons brain is a grey hum atm#does not work. does not produce anyhting of value atm#just blah#asks#House of Yoon#moonchild1#the kindest of souls#ms.mailboxđŹ#Iâm probably forgetting some tags
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Ugh, dorky shy JK is always superior!!! Thank you, dear. đđđ
Secret Slut (1)
Office!AU | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | (ft. Jimin)
genre: smut
rating: explicit
description: Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.
word count: 7.7k
warnings: Sub!Jungkook, cussing, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, alcohol, use of a vibrator, masturbation, degrading names, dirty talk, handjob, Jikook being idiots and Jungkook paying the price for it. :)
a/n: I was supposed to finish this when it was Christmas time but⊠oops⊠better late than never! If you donât know what Secret Santa is, itâs a traditional Christmas game where a group of people draw random peopleâs names and have to buy gifts for their assigned person as their âSecret Santaâ. The gifts would be anonymous, hence the secret part. This will have a part 2, donât worry! Anyway, happy reading and I hope you will take the time to give me a like/reblog/feedback if you wanna! Thank you~.
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Goodbye to Hello | jjk
Pairing: badboy!jeongguk x female!reader
Word Count: 25,102
Genre: fluff, lots of smut oops, mega-angst, strangers to lovers!au, fuckboy/fuckgirl!au
Warning(s): profanity, infidelity, mega-angst (im sorry), mention of alcohol, smoking, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m + f receiving), slight m!dom, nipple play, hand job, dirty talk, ice play, ass grabbing, mention of a sex toy, squirting, hobi is a bad boy in this too, multiple orgasms, smutty kissing, reader may or may not have accidentally become a fuckgirl in this story sorry not sorry; Rated: 18+
Credit to: @yoonoclock for making such an incredible cover for this story that has taken me two long years to write. Itâs finally where I need it to be and thank you so much Monnie for using your talent to create a banner that truly embodies the story.
Taglist: thank you so much for your patience with me! @ggukkieland @thisartemisnevermisses @moonchild1 @familiarlikemymirror3 @gukniverseâ
Summary: After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job at a retail store part time, life seems to gradually bring happiness and healing, but you did not expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring tattoo artist, Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be an adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?
Golden specks twinkle sporadically like fairy dust creating a shimmering tint to the air that collects the attention of any individual trailing the pavement. Pollen. The groovy excitement of a stuffy nose and mildly itchy eyes sounds stellar compared to how you could be feeling. Sniffling roughly, you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily to relieve what little of the itch that you can and trotting up the steps to your realm of refuge, you can hardly stand the excitement of bundling into the arms of your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, and relaying how lovely it is to wipe your nose every five minutes. Maybe even ask if you can borrow the sleeve of his sweatshirt as a tissue. Pause. Maybe not.
Entering the rental home, you hadnât noticed how eerily quiet it seemed, not right away; especially when you are so used to hearing the raging shots of a video game mingled with the yelling profanity between Hoseok and his best friend Kim Namjoon who bicker over headsets about wins that neither of them were really close to. But, let the males believe, they indeed, almost triumphed. Settling your handbag onto the dining table, you tilt your head in confusion. Is Hobi sick today? Where is he?
The floors creak beneath your tennis shoes while you observe the kitchen. Thatâs funny. The dishes are cleaned and put away, and not one stray of lint is seen upon the countertop- Hoseok has always been clean as well as you, but he never went over the top unless he had company over, and by company you mean his mother. Thoughts drift to the possibility of him wanting to surprise you for whatever the case may be, and your heart flutters at the mere inkling while a smirk graces your lips. How thoughtful, you feel gushy at his consideration of you, and your steps follow the direction of your bedroom.
It is then that your life spirals in a cluster of emotions that you will never forget; sparks dancing in your vision while your chest tightens intensely in response to the sounds you hear echoing beyond the door. No. You want to scream, but your throat constricts, not producing any verbalization no matter how much your brain signals. This canât be real. Please donât let this be real. The moans persist. The mystery female is eagerly gasping his name over and over while your heart shudders at the pain severing every vein within your frame. A tear falls panging the floor- your body is so tense, you shiver through the anxiety, and you know deep down that confronting him will hurt even worse than if you were to take the high road and walk away.
Wiping the dampness from your eyes, you spin to compile your things as in your handbag that contains your wallet, car key, and cellphone, and you march outside, slamming the front door behind you to shed some of the anger boiling in your system; you could care less if he heard your grand exit or not for you blocked his number before you settled into your car. You may be able to run from him, but you cannot run from the excruciating pain erupting beneath your chest nor the cycle of questions that refuse to stop spinning because why? After three years together, why would he betray you like this?
The front door flings open. Hoseok runs onto the porch in pure panic, hair disheveled, only in boxers, mouth gaping open as his widened eyes search until they lock with yours. But itâs too late. You are already safe within your car. Even when you notice the slim figure of a woman in one of his t-shirts, you do not move your gaze. You let the stare down with your boyfriend linger enough to rest your case. The second he starts rushing down the porch steps in a way to catch up to you for whatever meaningless apologies- meaningless explanations that will pour from his mouth- is when you reverse onto the road.
Behind the steering wheel with no destination in mind, you come up with the only solution you find reasonable, and you make your way to the city with the intention of starting over, even if it means it destroys you.
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A queue of ants scurry along the lining of the windowsill where the sun tinges the glass against your knuckles. Shrivel sounds of the granola bar wrapper fills the silence of the kitchen while you gulp the final bite of your snack. Sometimes when your hands feel cold, you leave it to the sun to indulge your skin with warmth before trekking to your room, but instead, the growling of your stomach and the distraction of observing the insects seems to help with the boredom. Dread happens to consume the depths of your chest at the subtle reminder of returning to work in the morning; Sundays always bring the feeling of woe because it is the end of relaxation before continuing the week of being overwhelmed. But you figure adulting is worth it in some ways, and as everyone else, you must work to provide and live.
The chirp of your cat, Kenai, alerts your attention, him pouncing onto the counter to rub his head along your free wrist. âIf youâre hungry, just say so,â you coo sarcastically, knowing he is due for his dinner in a few minutes. He will be a year old soon, his yellow eyes squinting as he rubs his head against your palm before arching his back once you run your hand to the end of his tail. Your eyes flit back to the ants darting in search of whatever they need, and inwardly, you are uncertain how your sister, Monnie would feel about the bugs, but you always found them fascinating.
Jumping off the counter, Kenai excitingly follows suit, twirling against your legs as you saunter to the pantry to retrieve his food. You have officially lived with your sister for a year now, and adopting Kenai was one of the best decisions you have ever made besides moving to the city. It is as if you disappeared from the prior life that you once lived and you like it just that way. Kenai temporarily ditches you for his food, and you stroll off to the living room where the scenery of a huge, flat screen television shows your reflection on the empty screen.
Monnie happens to be a successful artist who fell in love with another known artist by the name of Min Yoongi. Together they have won the world with their talent, and you could not have asked for a better couple to be in your life. If there is a true definition of love, it is how Yoongi gazes at your sister- because she is the only woman in the world, he will do anything and everything for. Jokingly, you always tell the pair that you are just going to stick with your cat, but the sadness that etches within Monnieâs eyes reveals that she hopes you will find a good man of your own. She is aware of why you abruptly returned to the place you were birthed, and she is aware that you refuse to speak of it even if it is pent up to the brim of imploding.
When you met your ex, it was in a park of all places. Not high school, not college, not through a family member or a friend: a park. It was a romantic way to begin even though you will never admit it now, but it started so naturally. So simple. You were reading a book while he was creating one. The way you were poised apparently sparked an idea for a story he openly confessed later on in the courtship. He described the scenery around you and how enwrapped in the book you were as something meant to be written for others to discover. How he could imagine a story just from the vision you had no idea you were forming for him.
You fell for him fast. Hard. He was your first everything aside from kissing and as time went by, you agreed to move in with him. You never expected what was going to happen in the future. You never anticipated such excruciating pain from the betrayal, nor did you notice any signs leading up to it. Heâs tried contacting you from other phone numbers, but after four months apart, he seemed to have given up. But, because the pain is still so raw, you canât bear to face him. You will crumple like a piece of paper in his presence if you were to ever see him again. For now, you do all you can to just avoid the situation as much as possible. Besides, he has her now. Whoever she may be.
Alas, what does it matter? It is not like he is able to reach out to you anyways for he is blocked on every and any social media site you can think of, and thankfully your name was not on the lease nor was your name hooked to anything involving your ex, so it will be fine. Or so you tell yourself repeatedly until you lose track of the thought. But that uneasy feeling creeps back up and instead of reaching for the remote, you decide maybe a walk around the city will be better. Monnie isnât due home until later and you are assuming Yoongi will be tagging along, so why not pass the time by exploring?
Loneliness seeps in the gallows of your heart while you rush through the app for a driver. There is not a specific destination you prefer over another, so you pick a store at random around fifteen minutes away. With the money your sister has, she doesnât expect you to pay for anything, all she cares about is your happiness though you refuse to not work; for now, you have a part time retail job whilst figuring out a career path that will become your future in the long term.
One thing you will say, is you have not missed driving in the city, hence the reasoning of you summoning a chauffeur. Traffic isnât your favorite as commonly pronounced by anybody, and with how overwhelming your brain can feel, you prefer to be able to drift into the zone out rather than pay attention. Gripping the strap of your bag, you eagerly watch the road while cars pass by letting the heat of the breeze sweep through your hair. When the signal of your phone alerts you that your driver is close by, you aim your focus in the direction of a slowing vehicle, stunned by the countenance of a sharp jawline and rainbow colors dyed into bleach blonde strands.
The beauty you are about to behold is way out of your comfort zone, nor have you felt this attracted to an individual since your heart was obliterated a year ago. âHi-hi,â you stutter once you enter the passenger side, the driver nods once with a smirk in tow, his button up snug to his frame, an earring dangling from his right ear.
âIâm Jimin,â he introduces, âLocation still the bookstore in the city?â
âYes please,â you are shocked you sound audible, but you return a timid smile while shoving some loose hair behind your reddening ear. The clean scent of lemon breaches past your nostrils while you try to maintain your composure, âIâm y/n, nice to meet you.â
âLikewise,â soft music plays in the background, yet the only sense you tune into is the pounding in your temples. Pull yourself together, he is just a guy who drives a car, who will safely take you to the bookstore, no biggie, you will survive, there are more important things to- âSo, as a fellow book lover, I must ask, what is your favorite story?â
Oof. Conversation to minimize the awkward way your shoulders tense at the mere thought of looking over at him, you rummage through the possible answers, struggling to gather your words in a timely manner. âVery hard question,â you gulp, âItâs like asking to choose your favorite song or movie. Too many stories to explore,â
âAnd never a time you will run out of adventure,â
Eyebrows shoot up in response, âRight,â you smile, âSounds like you love a good adventure,â
âI will neither confirm nor deny,â a soft chuckle escapes past his plump lips while he keeps his gaze ahead on the traffic. âHave you resided here long?â Shifting nervously in your seat, you watch the buildings of the city closely in a way to avoid Jiminâs gaze without obviously melting.
âOnly a year, made a split decision to move in with my sister. You?â
Jimin flits his stare for only a moment, âFor a long while. My best friend and I are opening a bar not far from the bookstore, you should come sometime. Invite anyone and everyone you want.â
âI love me a good drink,â bravery enters your frame while you briefly scan the smooth skin of Jiminâs face. âSounds like a plan.â
âTaehyung has a lot of success in his business, and this will be his fourth opening so celebration is a must. He has a lot of sponsors and connections, the main being Kim Seokjin,â
Gasping, you immediately turn to him, âYou mean the actor Kim Seokjin? Youâre kidding!â
Laughing, Jiminâs smile stretches to show pearly white teeth, âI will allow you to punch me if I am,â
Deep down you try to suppress the memory of your ex-boyfriend who had written a script in preparation to be read for a potential movie, one that would, in hopes, hire Kim Seokjin as the lead. Hoseok is talented in the writing department and had dreams of becoming a successful author, but you gladly dismiss the memory when Jimin pulls to park for you to exit.
âHere,â swiftly he pulls out a business card handing it to you with a friendly grin, âThe opening is in a few weeks, will I see you there?â
âOne hundred percent,â clutching the card in your hand, you wave before shutting the door, turning to face the bookstore to hide the fact you would prefer to stare at Jimin whose face will haunt you for the time being. For fucks sake, I need to get laid. As you desperately insert the card into your wallet, you pause. Nay! Male specimens suck, they all suck, my mother said the purpose of a male is to produce a child that I clearly am not ready to birth from the womb that is my pretty pink uterus. That bleeds. Monthly. Because I am not housing a fetus I- Ew. Maybe youâd rather be an aunt. Or have an ovariohysterectomy. Maybe your uterus would like to be taken out of the equation in general.
And now I need a coffeeâŠ. Shit.
Since when have you been this intimidated by a good-looking man? And when have you found any of your sporadic conscious entertaining? Therefore, you passionately believe in keeping your mouth shut when youâre on a tangent because humiliation is not in your vocabulary. Or⊠Is it? Also, you hate admitting how long it has been since you have even been kissed, much less caressed lovingly until you fell asleep. Is moving on from heartbreak too much to ask for? The heat of Hoseokâs kisses trailing your neck were enough to make you come undone, but his betrayal outweighs the good times- good times that evidently werenât enough for him. Huffing in congruent with the squeezing of your shutting eyes, you step along the semi-crowded sidewalk where people mind their business enough to leave you alone. Your hand must have pressed against your stomach for a bit because you can still feel the presence of the touch before you subconsciously removed your palm.
The bookstore is a popular joint in your opinion. It stands four stories high with the fourth floor having a garden center where people can read and smell the perfumes of flowers in peace. Unfortunately, you are not in the best mood for getting lost in the lines of a tale considering you were too busy thinking about your erm, lady possessions, so you tread what you hope will be enough distraction until you feel satisfied enough to go home. Itâs funny the curveballs life will throw at you especially when twists and turns decide to expose themselves in the unexpected ways everyone wishes will not happen unless it gleams nothing but happiness. Sadly, for some, the hits of negativity must spark lessons before one reaches the promise land, so when you make a turn into the alley way leading to a popular coffee shop, you do not anticipate the way your life is going to change. Nor do you fathom the string of events that are about to follow when you stumble upon a leathered frame, sucking in a puff of a cigarette while he flicks at his eyebrow shimmering with a piercing, leaning against the wall where he swallows roughly. Undercut freshly done, his nostrils release the smoke in what seems to be slow motion while you halt in place.
Holy shit.
Tattoos ornament the entirety of his knuckles and wrist alluding to the beginning of a sleeve thatâs covered by the thick material of his jacket. For all you know, he may not be one to approach, yet the tug of your heart is so strong, you try with all your might to make the executive decision to return to the bookstore, but alas, it is too late. Brown irises glance to your frozen figure right when he takes another drag of the cigarette, lifting an eyebrow in evident interest while your jaw drops unintentionally. âIâm-Iâm sorry,â you bow in tiny, âI didnât see you there.â Cringing, you know damn well that you saw him, and he sees right through your little white lie.
âYouâre fine,â he replies, studying your expression, tossing the cigarette to the ground to muffle it, âNot the best place for me to smoke, but itâs the least populated area,â
At a loss for words, you nod in response, the guy barely pushing off the wall to stand straighter, the smell of the cigarette lingering. âWell, I guess Iâll be going.â You say under your breath, walking with a mission toward the coffee shop to catch your breath. How in the world can somebody be that attractive? First Jimin, now this guy? Why hadnât you moved to the city earlier? Uterus, it is not time to ovulate! It is not the time! The ding of the bell alerts your arrival to the staff, and you contemplate your order deciding to try a new flavor of coffee. Surprisingly, it is not nearly as busy as it typically is, so once you retrieve your order and pay, you search for a secluded table to descend into for some form of solitude. And, to recover from the interaction with the guy from the alley. You have never smoked a day in your life, but he made it seem so tempting, which in your case is nowhere near normal, so you shake the strange attraction from your mind as best as you can.
Sipping the hot liquid frequently, your sister has always teased that you delight in drinking coffee in the evenings, but it is your comfort go to especially when you need something to do, or to feel relaxed. The bell of the door echoes prompting the immediate noticing of whoever the customer is that entered. Swallowing abruptly, your heart leaps at the sight of the guy you literally saw fifteen minutes ago in the alley. A creeping blush spreads along your chest soon touching your cheeks to the point you wish you could hide. In a way, you attempt, sinking a smidge in your seat wondering if that will prevent him from noticing your presence.
Nice try.
Between the minimal number of customers and the efficiency of the employees, a tattooed hand linked to a coffee cup slides into the seat across from you, tilting his head curiously when you toss your sight to bask in the glory of his profound attraction. You are in so much trouble. âHi, again,â you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the quivering of your cold fingers, and to tame the flipping of your ovaries. âDid I scare you enough to make you confront me?â
Smirking a breathy laugh, he takes a swig of his coffee, âIâm not scared of anything.â
âIf not fear, what brings you to my table?â
Wetting his bottom lip, you are proud of your feigned courage, but you genuinely are shocked by his sudden presence. Did you leave an inadvertent impression? Quirking an eyebrow, a small smile remains on his lips, âA confession.â
âIf itâs sweet talk, Iâll pass.â
Leaning forward to perch his elbows on the table, he folds his hands showing the tattoos you inwardly reveled in earlier, his head poises to the side while he presses his knuckles to his chin casually. âBold of you to assume I was here to compliment you.â
âOuch.â You deadpan. âBut then again, my motherâs compliments are all that matter to me. Anything you say is irrelevant.â
âOh,â gradually laying his intertwined fingers onto the table, he challenges with a stare that can make any human being melt into the wooden floor. Fuck. âThen I guess telling you that your shirt is inside out isnât going to change anything.â
Gasping, your palms fly to your chest where you instantaneously look to see the lines of your t-shirt that clearly expose the fact that you indeed left the house with your shirt on wrong. It is not as embarrassing as one may think, but you were unaware of the food stain dazzling along the side of your boob. Which in this case, makes you blush harder knowing that his eyes may be lingering in an area where no man is welcome currently. But why do you lowkey indulge in the idea of him taking a moment to sweep you up and down? Get a fucking grip, y/n.
âWell,â you sporadically move to position yourself in the seat where the point out will no longer be as obvious, âI appreciate how observant you are, but at least itâs not the worst thing to discover. In public.â
Chuckling under his breath, he shrugs, âI agree. Just figured Iâd inform you, otherwise, my intentions are pure.â
Scoffing, you cross your arms again, remaining comfortable in your chair, âThatâs not suspicious at all.â
âIf I wanted anything, I would have asked already.â He murmurs, âAnd I always get what I want.â
âFearless and greedy,â you are vastly grateful that the uterus doesnât make noises when itâs craving to house an infant, especially with a man as ballsy and gorgeous as the one before you. And why the hell are you even thinking of children at a time like this? Any other male specimen would have made this conversation creepy, but this guy is so alluring that it doesnât seem to bother you in the least. âWhatâs your name, Cigs?â
He chokes mid-sip, âThatâs a new one.â
âWhatâs the norm?â
âDo you really wanna know?â
âNot if itâs sexual.â
âOooo, then Iâll never tell.â
âPure, my ass.â
âI never said I was pure, milady, I said my intentions with you were pure.â
Eyeing him questionably, you stifle a jeer, âNot sure if thatâs an insult, but Iâll take it.â
Smiling enough to where a glimpse of his teeth is seen, he reaches a hand forward, âIâm Jeongguk.â
âIâm y/n.â Kindly, you take his hand returning the greeting with a grin.
âAnd I find you extremely striking. I mean that with all sincerity.â Gently, he presses a warm kiss to the back of your knuckles before releasing your clammy hand. âNow go fix your shirt before my OCD destroys me.â
Groaning, your mind wants to focus on the sensation from his lips on your skin, but instead, in mild humiliation, you shake your head kiddingly while you mosey to the restroom. Remembering to bring your purse, you hadnât realized you left your phone behind on the table next to your drink. Returning, youâre shocked to see that heâs left; your phone and coffee appear untouched, yet you feel the sting of disappointment for you enjoyed the bickering even though some may find it strange. It has been a while since you have been in proximity with a man of such nature, especially one whose features leave an imprint on every crevice of your brain.
The ride home holds nothing but thoughts of the lad who mysteriously approached you at your favorite coffee spot, mostly questions of wonderment of who he is. Jeongguk, sure, but what is his story? Shoving the thought past your mind, you enter your room once you arrive home and feed your cat, slipping into your pajamas and collapsing onto your bed releasing a long sigh. Slamming your palms to your face, the keen chirp of Kenai sounds as he pounces onto the bed, rubbing his head against your cheek until you split your fingers to peer at your cat lovingly. âYou have already eaten, you brute. Let me simmer in sadness please.â
Eventually you give in, petting him before you find your eyelids heavily craving slumber. It is the next day when you awaken to sunshine pouring through the blinds casting dancing shadows upon your bedspread. Kenaiâs fur tickles your cheek where he has cuddled cozily to you, which is the usual with your cat, and gazing fondly at your furry friend, you blindly pat your desk to grasp your phone to sneak a Snapchat. âDonât you move, KiKi.â Angling the phone, you take a photo, posting to your story to show off how precious your animal is. You were so lucky when you found your cat. After the devastating blow to the chest a year prior, the first thing you did was visit a shelter not far from Monnieâs house in search of the first animal to win your heart.
In all honesty, they all did, but one look at the small fluff puff, pressing his paws against the glass, meowing for you to notice him was all it took. He purred the moment your hands wrapped around his small body, his cold nose sniffing along your face that was stained with tears. He was the little superhero besides your sister that you needed to find some form of healing. Kenai hasnât left your side, and he refuses to. You never knew a cat could love you so much, even on the nights you wake up with him sprawled across your trachea. His love may be smothering, but you wouldnât have it any other way.
Kissing the side of his head, his sleepy eyes remain out the window where birds zip past to distract him. Throwing the covers off you, the number one thing you do is brush your teeth, changing into your work clothes, and tying your hair up out of your vision. Kenai eventually follows you with all the hopes of getting his breakfast which you prepare, and before shuffling into your tennis shoes, you check your phone where your eyes enlarge to the rising beat of your heart.
Jeongguk is typingâŠ.
âWhat the hell?â You mouth. The guy from yesterday added you on Snapchat? How? The only thing you can think is your phone happened to be unlocked unless he was able to open the picture app to scan his Snapchat code. Either way, you are not wanting to admit how pleasantly surprised you are, and when the familiar tone of the Snapchat alerts his official message, you hold yourself back from replying to him too quickly.
It's an exuberantly strange feeling, how giddy one can become all because of a mere message of someone where their interest lies. And the nervous tingles at the bottom of your stomach ignite as you ponder every and any scenario involving the mysterious lad. You have yet to reply, nor do you have any clue what to expect, but you deeply hold nothing but genuine curiosity of how this may play out. Will he be interested in you? Are you ready for someone to be interested in you? That may be the more accurate question. Hoseok hurt you beyond words, but will Jeongguk do the same if you do end up finding him enchanting? What if he doesnât think you are enough? With all the women in the world, it seems that you canât hold a guy down enough to seem worth it. Stop it. Wincing, you grit your teeth knowing the negativity needs to end now. Of course, you are enough. You have always been enough, and nobody should make you doubt otherwise. âAnyone who doesnât see the good in you is at a loss. You are literally the epitome of kindness,â Monnieâs words repeat in your head, uplifting you enough to focus your mind on other matters. Like, preparing your brain cells for the workday ahead.
Finicking with your uniformed red vest, you greet a fellow coworker with a smile, âGood morning, LenLen! Is it five oâclock yet?â
Giggling, LenLenâs face lights up at your question as she finishes folding a pair of jeans to set upon a display. âIt is somewhere.â
âGood point,â walking the isles of the store to tidy up the shelves, you canât help but wonder if it has been long enough since Jeongguk messaged you. Giving it another ten minutes to ensure the coast is clear of customers, you sneak into the breakroom, unlocking your phone to see what he said. You are appalled at yourself for being so consumed in the fact that a guy you just met has taken time out of his day to reach out to you and you wish you could maintain your cool.
âDude, your cat looks just like my hellion, Flounder.â
Smiling at what you have read, you click to save the message, so you donât forget what is being talked about once you exit the snapchat, and you are nearly losing your mind when Jeonggukâs Bitmoji appears a few seconds after you start typing. Uncertain of what else to say, you respond with, âProve it.â GAH! You grimace, thatâs what you have to say? Prove it? Beating yourself up, you forget to breathe the moment the red icon shows that Jeongguk has sent a picture of what you are assuming is his cat. Opening it with the click of your thumb, you are amazed how identical Flounder and Kenai are even considering they could be potential siblings, what a small world right? âFirst off, LOVE the nameâ, you reply, also realizing you are blushing because also within the picture, a side profile of Jeongguk shows that he is smiling.
Knowing you will have to return to the floor soon, you decide to let Jeongguk send at least one more message before you have to be a responsible adult. âRight? It was either Sushi, Tuna, or Sardine, but I thought Flounder would be more fitting and unique. Tetra is my other cat and sheâs the worst about stealing my food.â
âSounds like Kenai can finally make some friends! And attempt to steal a morsel alongside.â
Typing out the message, you hesitate to send, but with the shared love of felines you honestly feel as though Jeongguk will not overanalyze your reply. Anxious for lunch break, you handle the hours with ease, conversing with LenLen from time to time to figure out who has done what on the chores list. LenLen speaks of a guy that she met recently, with a square jawline and hair as curly as a bowl of ramen noodles, yet his bright smile is what drew her to him. You talk of how happy you are for her and hope for the best, chickening out to tell her about Jeongguk, especially with it being, in your opinion, extremely too soon to mention.
Retrieving your food, you hide away in the breakroom where your eyes immediately glue to your cellular device anticipating whatever Jeongguk has said. âHell yeah, my babies would love that, they do very well with other animals, surprisingly. Hey, sorry I left so soon yesterday, something came up.â
âIt takes a bit for Kenai to warm up, but he will adapt just fine. All he cares about is his stomach being full. No need to apologize, I totally get it.â Eyebrows furrowed; you canât help the wonder of what made him leave so soon. Also, you are not one to press further, if he wants to explain himself then he will. Otherwise, you hope that everything is okay with him.
It has only been a few days when you enter the coffee shop again, making it obvious that it indeed is your favorite, and you are shocked the employees donât know you by name yet. Or so you assume. It is when you see Jeongguk taking a sip of his drink searching for an empty table, your heart leaps as if on cue. You are starting to assume that maybe he is a recent frequenter of this same coffee shop too. Why else have you seen him twice in the span of a few days? Youâve never noticed him here before this week, so now you wonder if he recently moved to the city. His leather jacket hugs his frame as his hair is styled to his liking. You hardly notice the way your mouth waters instinctively and you snap back into focus when you are next in line.
Pretending you didnât notice Jeongguk, you decide to find a seat a short distance away just in case by some chance he acknowledges you. With coffee in hand, you pick a spot and not even sixty seconds later, you hear the familiar click notification of someone typing on Snapchat. Jittery, which you wish wasnât so obvious, you carefully reach for your phone seeing: Jeongguk is typing⊠lighting the screen. Without thinking, you immediately lift your gaze to see him staring at you, a mischievous smirk gracing his pink lips.
Just for his delight, you play along spinning some storybook thought that you two are forbidden lovers hiding from the community by texting instead of speaking to one another in person. Get a grip, y/n, you scold yourself mentally. Opening the message, it reads: may I join you in coffee matrimony?
Shaking your head along with a breathy laugh to his cheesy statement, you respond with a pun, only if you keep me brewing, Tatts!
The creak of his chair echoes as he slides it back. Shyly, you hold his stare, watching him and his thick boots walk to settle into the chair across from you. âClever,â he muses, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Strands of his hair fall at the outer corners of his eyes, and you breathe in the faint scent of his cologne. This time, you do not get a whiff of any cigarettes, so you question if heâs even had one today. âIf youâre not careful,â he deliberates, âI might have to show you what itâs like to get creamed.â
âHm.â Arching an eyebrow, you catch on to his game, and if he wasnât so damn alluring, you wouldnât even give this conversation another thought with anybody else, âYou better hope it tastes as sweet as sugar.â He doesnât expect you to say that. He may have had women fall hopelessly at his feet, and as much as you feel you might be the next one, you definitely arenât going to show it. Not right now.
âI hear that the ladies like it steamy.â
âOr iced,â you shrug nonchalantly. Ice play has always been a curiosity of yours, but he doesnât have to know that. When he doesnât seem to come up with another pun, you chew the corner of your lip before you lean onto the table yourself, inching as close as you can that the table between you two will allow. âTell me, Boots, how is it⊠that a guy with this tough exterior can be so delicately precious about his cats?â
He gestures with his hands. âWhat can I say? I have to set a good example.â
You harrumph humorously. âIâll believe it when I see it.â
He feigns surprise. âYou think I am incapable of being a good role model to my children?â
âOh please. All you have to do is keep their food bowls filled to the brim and youâve already won dad of the year.â
Jeongguk winks, bringing his hands together to interlace his fingers reminding you of the tattoos you wish you can visualize more. âEasy peasy lemon squeezy,â he smirks.
You have a hard time breaking his gaze, but you clear your throat when it lingers a bit too long. âAnyways,â you attempt to change the subject, âI hope all is well.â Youâre really hinting about why he left so suddenly the last time but knowing men do not always pick up on hints, you know you will accept whether he gets what you mean or not.
âSeeing that you put your clothes on right today, my OCD hasnât been triggered.â
âHappy to see Iâve made a difference in your life.â You playfully sneer.
âItâs the little things that count.â
You feel your uterus squeeze. How the fuck is he so damn attractive for? âIâll keep that in mind every time I dress.â You say it too quickly without thinking, your cheeks glimmering blood red. He quirks an eyebrow tauntingly.
âI can always help.â
âNice try, Cigs.â
Except⊠You want him to try. That itching desire travels through your chest, and you wonder maybe⊠just maybe, you can get his help. Not necessarily with getting dressed because you swear you are competent to do so, but⊠maybe he can cure the curse of loneliness, even if itâs just for the moment. You want to deny that you hope it will be much more than just this moment. You canât explain any of this. Are you trying to impress him?
Uncrossing your ankles underneath the table, you do slide your feet forward taking the tip of your boot to tickle up his leg and you canât help the smirk that graces your lips when he sucks in a hiss. Thereâs a tad bit of space on the chair where you place your boot, gracefully taking your other foot to nestle on the other side of his hips. You donât know what is taking over you, but itâs divine, and now you canât stop yourself especially with his eyes tempting for you to continue. âIâm gonna need help with more than-â
âHowâs it going?â
You jolt, boots slamming to the ground when your wide eyes shoot to see a smiling employee who clearly is going from table to table to check on customers. Stammering, you lick your lips while Jeongguk tries not to laugh in response to your sudden shock. âGoo-good!â You plaster a wide smile while the employee bows swiftly to then waltz to the next table as if they didnât intrude on your façade to win over this incredibly attractive man across from you. Fuck, you grimace. How embarrassing.
When coffees are finished and downed in clumsy silence, you reach for a stick of gum, offering Jeongguk a piece so you donât feel so insecure about the coffee breath. He offers to walk you home, but you tell him the bookstore is where you plan to be next. Youâre not ready to go home because home is where you will replay the humiliation of what just happened repeatedly. You need a distraction.
Side by side, the pair of you set off down the alley, your nerves still shooting through your limbs while anxiety of what to talk about tackles your brain cells. Youâre really trying to forget already, but itâs too fresh to just repress. Maybe there is a sliver of comfort with the silence, but of course, you overthink that as well because when do you not overthink?
You know what? You saw the pleasure in his eyes, there wasnât a smidge of doubt in his expression when his body responded to you in the coffee shop. Noting that the alley is empty, you take the opportunity. If he wasnât the slightest bit into you, he wouldnât be adamant on making sure you arrive to your next location safely. But you need to think fast before you exit the alley. âCigs!â You blurt. He stops the second you do. The gravel beneath his boots being the last sound you hear before adrenaline takes over.
Your hands grip the front of his leather jacket and when he clues in, as if rehearsed, his large hands grasp your hips, walking you backwards until your back gently bumps against the brick building. His gaze is intense as if preparing you what you are asking for while your mouth parts in yearning for whatever he is about to do. He over towers you, and your eyes never move even when his palms slide to your waist, his shaky exhales leaving his nostrils. His lips are pressed together. When you think heâs about to kiss you, he slams his eyes shut, shifting nothing but his forehead to lean to yours as your eyes flutter closed. Waiting.
Tingles resonate across your skin and the longing is immensely strong, you donât want to hold back. You hadnât realized that the back of your hands are against the brick wall as if you have surrendered to him. In a way, you have. The seconds feel like minutes, and when you think he will finally connect with your body, he pulls away. His hands ghost your waist.
For some reason, you keep your eyes closed. His lips then brush warmly to your forehead and with that, you hear the crunch of his footsteps disappearing as he did the first time you met. Your eyes peel open, and itâs like Jeongguk is a figment of your imagination because now:
heâs gone.
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You never expected to hear from him again, but as days pass, itâs crazy how one person can enrapture the entirety of your thoughts even with the distractions from work because Jeongguk has mastered it for you. And that is how it has been the rest of the week, giddily waiting on his every text and enjoying every bit of the conversations shared between you two as if the sexual tension in the alley never happened. Eagerly, you toss and turn at night due to the cycle of daydreams rehearsing in your mind rent free, but you canât help yourself, you love to imagine the possibilities of a real adventure with someone you want to spend time with again. If it ever happens.
âYouâre glowing.â Monnieâs eyes squint as you grin away to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for an electrolyte drink.
âI⊠cleansed my face?â
âNo, itâs not that.â
Teasingly scoffing, you take a swig of your drink, âI... am⊠expecting?â
âNice try,â
You nearly choke on the second sip, âCâmon, itâs not that impossible. You donât know my schedule.â
âI know it enough to know that you havenât missed a birth control shot since you became physically intimate, and that was practically decades ago.â
âYou can just say sex you know,â you retaliate, âAnd for your information, I had sex last year.â
âYeah, practically decades ago.â
âFine. Ten or so excruciatingly long years ago, I had sex.â
âSo, in conclusion, you are not with child.â
âYet,â you ploy, letting Monnie glare at you as she slowly steps out of the kitchen. Who are you kidding? You donât have time for kids, and you know it. Despite what your uterus wants, you do have to find a stable time to want to produce so for now, you shall wait until the time is right. Hence, why you remain on birth control until you know for sure. Otherwise, life goes on as always. Besides⊠you do recall the last time you had sex. And⊠it wasnât with Hoseok. A secret you will take to your grave if you have to. A secret that happened one drunken night weeks after you and Hoseok broke up. And, you never went back hence why it has been a year since youâve had sex.
You had guilt as if you cheated on Hoseok even though you did not in fact. Either way, you throw the memory into the depths of your mind and try to force yourself to forget how plush the manâs lips felt along your skin. Instead, you replace it with the brief kiss Jeongguk left on your forehead which feels so out of reach.
During the time of messaging back and forth, one evening, Jeongguk offers to call you due to an atrocious event happening at your workplace that you and LenLen got involuntarily involved in. A customer apparently read a sales sign wrong and didnât realize it until checkout and no matter how much you and your coworker tried explaining things, the customer was not having it which leaves you to call a manager. Overall, it was a situation that unfolded that you honestly wished didnât hover in your brain cells, but when Jeongguk calls so you can rant, it means the world.
âYou are quite attractive and thatâs one hundred percent a compliment, and Iâm not one to just throw those around to male specimens.â You confess after long conversation. Itâs like you moved on from the awkward interactions. Plus, you convince yourself that you came on too strong the last time you saw him.
He snickers on the other line and vividly you imagine his smile, tickling your tummy like the beating wings of multiple butterflies. âWhy, thank you. You definitely have my attention, too, ya know.â
âWellâŠâ You press the knuckle of your thumb to your bottom lip for a second, âThatâs very sweet of you to say.â
âAnd you also deserve to be respected. Iâm sorry the customer gave you and your friend such a hard time. If retail is no longer what you want to do, my stepbrother owns a well-known bookstore. I remember you mentioning your love for books at one point and Iâm sure he will offer good pay.â
âYou would do that for lilâ oleâ me?â
Chuckling lightly, âAnybody with a smart mouth like yours needs a break too.â
âOh shucks,â though he canât see it, your cheeks flush a hot shade of red. âConsider me interested! I may give the store some more time since I donât want to leave LenLen stranded so abruptly, otherwise, I might put in an application just cause.â
âIâll keep my stepbrother posted.â
You thank him before you decide to head to bed, dazed on cloud nine as you hang up the phone. Â
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It doesnât matter how busy you are, the second you see the:  Jeongguk is typingâŠ. Notification itâs:
Halt. Stop everything and scramble to unlock the phone screen. Breathe. He is just a guy. He is just a dude with tattoos. Okay, must read message in sixty seconds to not seem desperate. Force yourself to Google search âkittensâ to distract your frantic desire to reply immediately to his every text. Does it work? Partially.
SoâŠ. I was wondering, would you happen to be off in the next few days? Itâs been a minute.
Double take. Eyes enlarged. No way. Inhale. Release. Slowly but clearly, you reread the Snapchat message as if your life depends on it. How long has it been since you two have been messaging back and forth? Maybe a few weeks? But how should you respond? Maybe not as excited so you donât appear deprived? Or seem super excited so that he knows you are most definitely wanting to meet up? You were super proud of yourself with how contained you stayed when he called you however long ago. Nay, appear neutral. Come across dainty with a sprinkle of bad ass, thatâll get himâŠ. Right? Okay, maybe not.
Funny you ask because I happen to be off today. Send. You squeal internally. You genuinely canât help how stoked you are in seeing him; the next question is, what is his idea of fun aside from the coffee shop? You are honestly up for anything even if itâs admiring the night sky on a roof with glasses of wine. Or, admiring his tattoos and him explaining the meanings of each one. You have always wanted to get a tattoo yourself but have yet to decide not only what to get but when the right time will be. As with anything, you want the first time to be special. Thatâs what she said, as you roll your eyes at yourself. Your uterus sure likes to talk, and you really hope you can keep yourself tame once you see him again because a year of no intimacy is already hard enough; and you atrociously hate admitting that you sometimes become lonely for a partner even though healing this past year has been a roller coaster. Even trying to avoid the temptation to reach out⊠to the last man you entangled with.
Shuddering with guilt, you stroll to the kitchen upon waiting for Jeonggukâs response, and you notice beneath a magnet the card the driver, Jimin, had given you forever ago. The day you met Jeongguk. Carefully shifting it out from under the magnet, an idea does form. Maybe Jeongguk would like to meet you there at the opening. Does he seem like a âbarâ type kinda guy? Oh. You wince. What does that even mean? Who doesnât like a bar setting with a few beers? Plus, itâs been a while since youâve been to one so why not?
Well today is our lucky day for I happen to have the next 12 hours to find something fun to do. Whaddya say about joining me?
Bring it on, Cigs. You respond and despite the nervous jitters, you type more after the initial message you sent. I actually promised to go to an opening of a new bar that happens to be tonight. If I send the address, would you like to meet me there?
When he asks for the time and where, you send the information. You will get to see him tonight. Now all you can do is panic about what to wear and if you even have anything to wear for the occasion.
Fantastic.
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Quivering fingers amidst clammy palms slide across the tops of your thighs while you steadily breathe. You, being the early bird that you are, arrive at the bar a few minutes earlier than what you mentioned to Jeongguk. The last you heard from him was when you both finalized the plan. To calm the nerves, you definitely need a drink. A strong one. Your maroon dress clings to your frame the way you like, and you made sure your make up was exactly how you like it to be.. You havenât felt this confident since you left your ex. And you hope this proves that you never need a man to help you dress.
You ordered a cab to get there so you didnât have to worry about driving, and you figure if you and Jeongguk still hit it off in person as you do through messaging, then maybe he can make sure you get home safely. So, you hope. Maybe even make up for lost time since the alley.
Sending a quick message to let Jeongguk know you have arrived; your eyes observe your surroundings, and you donât see him anywhere just yet. Maybe he is stuck in traffic? You wonder. If he is driving, obviously he shouldnât message you, so you show your ID to the bouncer after standing in line for a few minutes letting the uneasiness settle.
Bodies are scattered among the floor as music blares throughout the building. Laughter and the smell of alcohol is the first thing that comes to your nostrils while your eyes trail for some familiar faces if any happen to be here. Colorful flashing lights wave over the tables, walls, and chairs while people dance continuously, and you really hope despite the overall dim lighting you recognize Jeongguk the second he walks in. Regardless, you search for Jimin since he is the one who invited you, but you havenât seen him thus far.
Swallowing down the nerves, you squeeze through the crowd until you reach the bar, asking for something strong for you to sip on until Jeongguk arrives. Itâs been about ten minutes once your drink is in your hand, and when you check your phone, Jeongguk still hasnât read the message. You contemplate phoning him, but know itâs too loud to try, so you assure yourself he will be here. You have full confidence that he will call you if he is running late. Which⊠technically at this point he should have called you by now.
To divert yourself from the sinking feeling, you watch the bustles of people having the time of their lives when a particular human being causes your shoulders to stiffen and your mouth to run dry. Flashbacks of that night flicker in your mind as a weary sense of dread subdues you. The secret you have kept concealed from the world. Stay calm, y/n. Remain. Calm. You hardly remember how you got there, but you noticed how handsome he was, how his hair was loosening from the gel, and his smile put you at ease as you two laughed together. He was drunk, too, but both of you were still aware enough to know what was happening. What was stirring between you two. All you held onto was how he was the first to make you laugh in weeks during that time.
You knew you shouldnât have been there, but you didnât care, and you were desperate to feel something. Freshly single and overruled by anger, you let it win. When you kissed him for the first time, he froze, and you pulled away. But he held your eyes, flitting between them without a single word. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed you back, and you remember the way his palm felt on your cheek. The way the kisses grew aggressive and emotional as if he felt the guilt from keeping the secret buried from you. Knowing his best friend was in the wrong for what he did to you, but he knew it wasnât his place to tell you the truth. But boy, had you made it your place to entangle with this guy who was giving into what his emotions were displaying. He wanted you to feel special. It was like his kisses brought an apology you wished your ex would have given you.
So, in a strange yet erotic way, you let it all go with him. Drunken, slovenly kisses until the pair of you started to sober up enough to experiment further. You canât remember much of the foreplay, but you do, however, remember when he pressed himself into you, riding smoothly as he kissed every inch of your face and your neck. His hands didnât exactly know where to touch, but his lips did, and that was enough. He moved in you so gently.
When you had awaken the next morning, you laid flat on your back while tears streamed from the corners of your eyes. You donât know how long you remained there. You donât know how long you silently cried. But you left before he woke up. You left before you both had to take in account of what you two had done. What you two had shared.
Now here he is in the present.
Kim Namjoon, Hoseokâs best friend, is here, and he spots you almost as immediately as you spot him. Gulping, you do not know what else to do other than spin around immediately and face the bar contemplating to chug every ounce of the alcohol remaining in your glass. Setting your drink down cautiously to not spill the contents, a rear of nausea raises its ugly head. What is Namjoon doing here!? The last time you saw him was the night you would do anything to forget.
Heart hammering, you squeeze your eyes closed. Namjoon may have given you a good night to hold on to for a while a year ago, but it wasnât anything more than that. It couldnât be. You were full of anger and a brief desire of revenge, and you were drunk, and you were-
Large hands lean upon the counter of the bar on either side of you as you suck in a breath. You recognize those hands. Those hands are the ones that slid along your body while you pleaded for more. And the countenance of his frame over towers you as you feel the tip of his lips centimeters from your ear kindling goosebumps along your arms. But these hands arenât the hands youâve been waiting for. Not one tattoo shows on these hands.
âLong time, no see.â Namjoon says into your ear. Mustering enough courage after steadying yourself, you turn to face him for the first time in a year. His eyes are as filled with longing as they were the night you last saw him. The kind of longing that wonders of how you feel about what occurred. If you still ponder it.
âWhat are you doing here!?â You say amongst your trembling body. You try to stay firm though you know deep down none of this was Namjoonâs fault. Trying to set your jaw, you take in the way his shirt tugs at his muscles, and the way his hair is gelled to perfection. You have forgotten how beautiful this man is, but Jeongguk. Where the literal fuck is Jeongguk? He is who you want deep down. So where is he? âNever mind that,â you shake your head, realizing he has every right to be here as you do. âWhat do you want?â
Namjoonâs eyes flicker along your face momentarily before he speaks. The way his dominant gaze holds you in place could drive any woman mad. âTo make sure youâre okay.â
âOh bullshit.â You say through gritted teeth because not only is Namjoonâs proximity bringing unwanted emotions, but it is also bringing the memories of Hoseok. Memories you really have tried not to relive.
Namjoonâs eyes squeeze shut. ây/n, Iâm being serious. You fell off the face of the earth sinceâŠâ
âSince what? Since Hoseok? Or you?â His mouth shuts automatically. âI donât know what you expect me to say. What happened that night⊠It was my fault. I know that, but it shouldnât have happened.â The anger for even saying Hoseokâs name after so long of refusing to is a strange feeling. Namjoon swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and you visibly see the guilt in his eyes because he agrees. Hoseok has been his best friend since they were kids. âHow long had you known by the way? About the other girl? Who is she?â He releases a sigh, shaking his head while he tilts his gaze downward in shame. He knows. Of course, he does. Heâs refusing to answer the question, but you ask another one anyway. You know itâs too loud to whisper, and from your peripheral, you may have gained a few stares, but you raise your voice just enough for Namjoon to hear. âDoes⊠he know?â
âThat we fucked?â Namjoon answers quickly, his eyes locking with yours. âOf course not.â Heâs not going to risk losing his friendship is what you are reading between the lines.
âGood.â You refuse to move your gaze. âKeep it that way. Please.â Heâs still so close. And you breathe in his scent. Your hand brushes his chest, while your forehead touches to his chin. Both of you share a silent understanding. A pact.
Namjoon is about to say more but you politely shove his arm out of your way ignoring his reach to stop you. Youâre scared that you will give in to the thought of him from all these emotions. Whatever he has to say, he can keep it to himself. For now. You need to catch your breath.
Checking your phone, Jeongguk still hasnât read your message and at this point, you have no idea of where he is or why he even bothered agreeing to show up if he truly had no intentions of seeing you again. Maybe you should have known better. He has the bad boy persona just from his stature, but maybe for once you wanted to believe you could get excited about someone again. Maybe he was the distraction you hoped for and needed, and now that your nerves are shot, and your heart is aching from all the emotions, youâll do anything at this point to rid of it all.
Regretfully forgetting your drink at the bar and realizing after you move to another section of the place, you happen to see Jimin whose face lights up with recognition. Air escapes your lungs yet again because you forgot how attractive he is too. You notice he has been conversing with none other than Kim Seokjin which makes you want to faint since he is so famous and you have yet to meet a famous person, but for right now, despite the tears wanting to spill down your cheeks from the interaction with Namjoon and the acceptance that Jeongguk will not be showing up after all, you are so thankful that Jimin is making his way towards you. Until your emotions settle, you cannot risk humiliating yourself in front of a celebrity of Seokjinâs status. It would be too much.
Your jaw almost drops though when you catch a sudden glimpse of your coworker LenLen who is snug against a man with fluffy hair a short distance away, and you realize that this must be the man sheâs been talking to you about! You tell yourself that you will make sure to say hey to her if you get the chance. Itâs about time other conversation is shared that is not related exclusively to work.
âHey there!â Jimin smiles fully, bringing your muddled mind back to attention. He leans in for a quick hug before pulling away. âYou look amazing!â
Blushing, you feel where his fingers stop at your elbows. He has such a kind aura about him that makes you feel safe, so you hope he invites you to hang out, especially since LenLen happens to be in the group Jimin has been socializing with from your quick assumptions. âYou look good, too!â You feel like youâre shouting, but you donât care. You are somewhat relieved to finally have somebody to hang out with no matter how quick it lasts. âHow is the opening going? Everything go according to plan?â
âHell, yeah it has!â Jimin beams. âTaehyung is beyond happy with the results. The line outside is insanity!â
âSo happy for you both!â You say, and before you think you may have some form of solace, you wonder where Namjoon is or if he miraculously left, but instead of him, you notice someone else. And you beg the heavens on why you canât seem to catch a break.
Heart shattering to the floor, your eyes widen, and if Jimin is chatting, you definitely canât hear him over the loud pounding of your heart in your temples. Is this the real reason Namjoon approached you? That he tried to stop you? To warn you? Â
If the forbidden person you are frozen by sees you, you donât care, you need a reason for his heart to break. Something worse than him finding out that you slept with his best friend if he ever does. Hoseok pauses the moment he sees you standing there; a strange look of confusion dawns him instantly as his eyes look from you to Jimin and back. You canât help the way your gaze automatically drifts to see if you find her, too. The girl he chose over you, but you do not see a female near him. Not yet. You tell yourself that you never want to know who she is, but there is always that sick vengeance of discovering.
Jiminâs eyebrow arches as he follows your gaze. Whether he knows Hoseok or not, that part is the least of your concerns. Jeongguk stood you up, Namjoon confronted you, and your ex-boyfriend who you loved for three years that relentlessly ripped your heart out of your chest- is here and it is too overwhelming to describe right now the full-blown panic shredding every fiber of your being; the utter disbelief how this shit show of a night has unfolded. You wish you were drunk enough to ignore this inexplainable pain. You wish you had a place to escape to.
But⊠Maybe Jimin is it. If Jeongguk didnât want to be, then maybe Jimin will.
Despite his furrowed eyebrows, when Jimin turns just enough to look at you, itâs all it takes. Briskly, you cup his face, pressing a kiss to his cloud-like lips while he stumbles in surprise. Relief floods your quivering frame when he doesnât even remotely hesitate to kiss you back. His lips are enticingly soft and pure, and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss letting the tip of his tongue brush yours ever so slightly. He tastes of peppermint and booze, and he tastes so good, you get tipsy just off his lips. You move your hands to lock behind his neck while his fingers find a hold on your waist. âWell damn,â he says breathless against your lips while peppering short kisses in between his words. âIf I would have known, I would have done this much sooner.â
Gripping loose strands on the back of his head, you lift onto the tips of your toes. âYou wonât regret it,â you purr into Jiminâs ear, gaze tauntingly floating to stare right into Hoseokâs, whose eyes widen in enormous shock, before Jimin pins you to his frame as if your clothes are a barrier he wishes didnât exist. Everywhere is too crowded to really notice the way you two lock lips for majority of the evening. And you are well aware that you two are not the only ones making out.
You know Hoseok is watching every second, probably fuming, probably balling his fists, probably justifying every reason he has to interrupt. You hope he is watching every grip of Jiminâs fingers on your ass, the way his lips suck your neck, or the way he twirls your body under the spotlight if a song he likes comes on. You know the jealousy thatâs bubbling beneath Hoseokâs chest is about to erupt. But he also knows better than to intervene between the woman he betrayed and who he is assuming to be her new boyfriend. Because itâs too late. You wouldnât take him back even if he begged. Because whoever she is out there, she knows what she did to you, too. How she couldnât even show her face when Hoseok burst onto the porch the day you found out. How her breasts were rounded beneath Hoseokâs shirt. The shirt you painfully remembered was missing when you finally had a moment where your emotions didnât get the best of you. She had that shirt the entire time.
You hadnât planned to invite Jimin over. The night drives on and you see that Jeongguk at this point, indeed, read your message, but didnât bother to respond. Didnât bother to even make an excuse. To explain why he left you to unintentionally fend for yourself. He could have been here. He could have saved you from tonight if he wanted to. But he didnât.
You hop into Jiminâs car willingly and he drives you home, kissing you and kissing you while your clothes hit the bedroom floor. Jimin slides on a condom before he pushes into you from behind when your body pins to the wall, him pounding as if to the beat of a song while his teeth dig into your shoulder, into your neck. âDeeper!â You squeal. âKeep going, ah-!â
You do not care about the sounds that have echoed from either of your mouths or the number of positions you two have attempted. You lost count after four. You donât care that you just met him a few weeks ago. You donât care how you are going to feel in the morning. Yes, you are aware that you are sober this time. But you want Jimin to keep moving inside you until you forget about your one-night stand with your exâs best friend. Till you forget about Hoseokâs betrayal that haunts your mind and shreds your heart. Till you forget about the girl who took part in ruining your life. Till you forget about the tattooed man who you hoped would rescue you.
Cigs.
Fuck you, Cigs.
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The morning comes quickly coupled with a pounding headache while you groggily stretch your arms and legs amidst the tangled bed sheets. You accidentally brush warm skin causing you to jolt upright. Wincing, the pounding in your head worsens, yet you turn just enough to assess that you one hundred percent just hooked up with the hot driver who co-owns a bar and is best friends with a celebrity.
Fuck.
Your palms slap to your face. You werenât even intoxicated, so how could you let this happen? You may not have been drunk off your ass, but you sure as hell were emotional and that can be equally as dangerous as taking shots of the strongest alcoholic beverage out there. âShit,â you murmur to yourself, watching the slow fall and rise of Jiminâs breathing. Kenai chirps outside your bedroom door and you realize it is probably past his breakfast time. Slipping out of bed as quietly as you can, you freshen up and brush your teeth. Twice. Just in case if you ultimately decide to continue this rendezvous before you kick Jimin out.
Shuddering, you wonder how loud you might have been last night. And by that you mean, was your sister home? And did she hear the commotion you let out the second you got Jimin alone? If she was home maybe, you could handle that truth. What also concerns you is if Yoongi was home too. You couldnât bear facing the two of them if they were home while you tackled Jimin like a football player between the sheets.
Oh, when will all this humiliation end!? You want to scream outwardly. Itâs been never ending. And, when you start to dress into a nightgown, you finger at the red mark on your shoulder. A reminder of where Jimin had been. And you hate that you like it.
Leaving the bathroom trying to rid the thought, you see Jimin is fully awake and putting on his shirt, his pants already hugging his toned legs. His hair is unkempt from the night before, and it looks cuter that way with his array of colors dyed with the blonde. âHey there,â he smiles brightly when he sees you. You notice him pop a piece of gum in his mouth which you figure is because he never planned to bring a toothbrush⊠Because he hadnât planned to sleep with anybody until you ferociously pounced.
âHey,â You reply softly, crossing your arms to lean against the door frame of the bathroom. Kenai is still meowing outside the bedroom, frequently pawing at the door.
âSomebodyâs pissed.â Jimin chuckles, pointing at the door.
âHeâs starving 24/7 and likes to remind me just as often.â You kid, eventually stepping to sit on the bed. You arenât sure how to feel about last night. But at the same time, should you regret it? The way Jiminâs eyes swept your body, to be honest, you kind of donât regret it. âHow did you sleep?â You try to make small talk to prevent any uneasy friction.
âWonderfully.â He smiles again. âI hope you did?â He stands, rounding the bed to gently take a seat next to you. The smell of mint from his gum wafting to you tempting you to taste it.
âI did.â You return his smile, leaning in to touch a small kiss to his plush lips. Your headache is starting to dull some which makes you feel better. âThank you for last night. I had fun.â You lean your forehead against his cheek as he leans back into you.
âI had fun, too.â He says quietly. Taking in a deep breath, he stands as you follow suit. âI better get going. Taehyung has been blowing up my phone wondering where I am. Really, I mean it when I say I had fun. Maybe⊠we can link up again soon?â
Hand in hand, you lead him to the front door while Kenai excitingly runs his furry body against both of your legs. Giggling, you kiss Jimin some more, âIâd like that.â A couple more kisses and you smile against his lips, âSee ya.â
âSee ya.â He nods, kissing your cheek one last time before taking off. As much as you wish that your heart would be soaring through the sky: it doesnât. All your head can seem to obsess over is why Jeongguk stood you up. Was it all a game? Just to get a high that a girl wanted him, just for him to leave her stranded. What gives? In the end, is it really worth the explanation? You are so sick of getting screwed over.
âWho was that?â
âGAH!â You jump causing Kenai to dash wherever he can to hide. Your heart nearly stopped beating and your hand flies to your chest with relief when you see the teasing stare of your sister, Monnie.
âMonnie! For goodness sakes, you scared the fuck out of me!â
âWell!?â Monnie, not missing a beat, bellows. âWho was he!?â
âNobody.â That is your first response as if you need a defense mechanism.
âNobody!? With the animalistic sounds I heard last night, you have the absolute nerve to tell me that was nobody!?â
âHeâs⊠Heâs a guy I met a few weeks ago,â you try to reply while your heartbeat attempts to calm.
âHe is cute,â she coos. âLike smooth like butter cute. Like the butter you slab on a piece of crisp toast cute. He can make anybody feel warm and fuzzy. Girl, Iâm telling you right now-â
âOkay, we get it! I know.â You arenât sure how to cope with the chagrin reddening your cheeks, or the dulling headache on top of it, but you manage somehow. âPlease tell me Yoongi isnât here.â
âLucky for you heâs at a conference and has been since yesterday afternoon, so he didnât hear a thing. I was supposed to go but I got-â She mimics what is supposed to be a cough into her hand. âSick.â
âOh! You are ridiculous!â
âItâs called, my sister brought home a cute guy for the first time in a decade, and I must hear all about it.â
âNope!â You say trying to brush past her. âBy the way, itâs only been a year.â
âNot anymore-!â
âGah!â You clap back, slamming your bedroom door, and diving onto your bed, the mattress bounces your body while you scream heavily into a pillow. The scent of Jimin is everywhere in your room still and your sisterâs voice keeps rattling on about how she just wants you to be happy and that you deserve to be even though in your heart, you have no idea when that day will come. Eventually you will confide in her about everything, but for now you will bury your face into the pillow and let the tears flow until you fall back asleep.
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Monnie reluctantly gives you space, but only because she has âsomewhere to be,â and she is ânot going to let you make her late.â So, she says. You give Kenai an extra bit of food in hopes to win back his forgiveness and you dress out of the nightgown considering another trip to the coffee shop. Your eyes burn slightly from the crying earlier. After last night, you happen to note that you never got Jiminâs number which is probably a good thing so he can avoid the hot mess of thoughts spinning profusely in your mind. Between seeing Namjoon and Hoseok last night and hooking up with Jimin, you can hardly imagine what the two could have said after seeing, not only you, but you sucking faces with another guy. Though itâs nice to have male attention from time to time, you didnât expect it all to unravel at once.
Some people would make you feel so stupid for your actions while others would praise you for being so bold and independent. Youâre single and you can do whatever you want. Are you really mad that you hooked up with Jimin last night? Out of desperation for running into your ex? Or are you more broken about Jeongguk standing you up, and ashamed that you are upset about it when you only have seen him twice?
You canât help the way you feel. You inhale and exhale deeply. Running from your thoughts is all you want right now.
Entering the coffee shop, you ordered a cab and left a tip because you really despise driving, and here you are in line eventually ordering the same drink you got last time. Why you feel to look for Jeongguk, you wish you didnât. Training your eyes to focus on what is in front of you- you grip the coffee cup once itâs placed on the counter, and you find a small table in the back away from as many people as you can avoid.
He has his reasons, but you really hope that the reasons werenât to play with your feelings purposefully. Even though thatâs exactly what it looks like. Inwardly, you accept that you probably will never see him again, and you also convince yourself that maybe Jeongguk really was a figment of your imagination. The messages on your phone will say otherwise, but for now, with the hot liquid of your coffee stinging your tongue, you will continue convincing yourself that he is a simple figment of your imagination. Â
That thought lasts about thirty minutes, when your coffee is halfway downed and the view of a tatted hand glides upon the table where you feel your throat shrink. No fucking way. You keep your gaze on your coffee cup, the faint smell of a cigarette wafts in your direction and you refuse to look at him. Anger blares inside you. You can tell he is gradually taking the seat across from you because it is pretty evident how rigid you are in response to his presence. He can tell you are annoyed. Maybe even furious.
âHeyâŠâ He forces once he scoots the chair closer to the table. You stay silent. âLook, I-â
âWhat do you want?â You look up finally. His look is firm, but guilt stricken all at the same time. He presses his lips together. âNo, really. Amuse me.â You wave a hand at him. âWas it a one night stand you wanted? Because you could have just asked.â
His eyes enlarge but only slightly. âNo. No, thatâs definitely not-â
âThen what? What do you want?â You rarely give him a chance to speak before you start gathering your things. To prevent unwanted attention, you toss the coffee cup into the trash can on your way out, Jeongguk on your heels. Marching toward the sidewalk that you can follow back to the city; you huff in exasperation when you feel his hand curl around your arm.
âLet go of me!â You say loudly, thrusting your arm away from him.
âLook, Iâm sorry, okay. Just- just let me explain-â
âOh, go fuck yourself.â You try to walk away.
ây/n. Please.â
You thought you lost your shit last night when you attacked Jiminâs mouth in front of Hoseok. And you thought you lost your shit this morning when you sobbed into your pillow. But this anger and desperation and sadness that you have kept pent up since the day you discovered Hoseokâs infidelity is about to explode. And itâs about to explode in what you know will embarrass you for the rest of your life. Or⊠it just flat out wonât.
Scoffing, you pause, spinning to face Jeongguk, whose hands raise as if to calm you down, but you are far from calm. âYou know what?â You say slowly. âThat whole spiel about how I deserve to be respected was a whole load of bullshit wasnât it?â You step forward making it clear that you arenât done speaking, and though Jeongguk claimed weeks ago that he wasnât scared of anything, there is the slightest hint of fear you gather in his eyes though he straightens to let his arms hang loosely at his sides. âIâm starting to think thereâs no such thing anymore. First, after three years, with who I thought was the absolute love of my life, three years, he cheats on me with some chick I still to this day do not know who she is or how the fuck they met. So, for unplanned revenge, I fucked his best friend and guess what!?â You throw your hands up, âThey both were at the bar last night. Both. Of. Them. How the fuck does that happen!? I move to the city to run away from my problems, and they follow me anyway. They fucking follow me as if I need that reminder. As if I need to relive that heartbreak over and over again. As if I deserve it- to have it thrown in my face.â Running your hands through your hair, you choke back a sob. You refuse to cry in front of this man who is basically a stranger but not really. You donât notice the remorse showing in his eyes after revealing your limited yet very detailed confession. How he could have easily prevented this.
âI meet you once, and for the first time in a year, I finally know what itâs like to be excited again. To have something to potentially look forward to.â You laugh one syllable. âAnd yet, I donât fucking know a single thing about you. Where youâre from, where you work, why you suddenly start coming to this coffee shop when I have never seen you there before, and I keep beating myself up for being so damned hurt about this when youâre a total stranger.â You canât even look him in the eyes. âAnd there you are, completely leaving me stranded in a bar when you said youâd fucking be there. Respect, my ass. Have a nice life, Cigs.â
âYou do deserve respect.â Oh, why do you pause? âI fucked up last night, okay!? I umâŠâ He trails off, shaking his head as if to rid of whatever he originally was going to say. âSomething came up-â
âIs that what itâs going to be every single time!? Something came up!?â
He winces when he acknowledges how bad it seems. âLook I- I know how it sounds. Please. Just let me make it up to you.â
Scanning him from his styled hair to the charcoal color of his boots, the thrilling sense of lust clouds your frame simultaneously to your mouth watering. It takes everything in you not to rush forward and cling onto him as if your life depends on it. But, at the same time, you see a guy who completely ghosted you on a night you may have needed his company most. And, if he was willing to do that to you last night, why wouldnât he do it again?
The anger is still written all over your face and your demeanor. Sneering, your lips curl.
âNo.â
And you stomp off toward whatever destination you hope to find as you did a year ago when you ran from disappointment. You wonder how it feels for him to see you walk away this time.
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It doesnât matter the day or the hour. Every time you step foot into the same coffee shop, heâs there. Jeongguk is there. Sitting a table away, keeping his eyes on you. Waiting for you to cave. You have ignored every single message he has sent. Every call he has attempted. Yet, you are also fighting the urge to just be near him. Give him another chance. Maybe itâs the fact that you truly do want to know where he was the night, he stood you up. But is it worth knowing the truth? The only thing you didnât mention the last time you spoke to Jeongguk was the one night stand you had with Jimin. Not that it was any of Jeonggukâs business, but still. You donât want to appear like sex with strangers is something you do all the time, because itâs not. And even if it was, itâs nobodyâs business but yours.
You decide to walk the city. If he follows you there, then so be it. Compiling your things, you head out onto the sidewalk, letting the breeze nip your skin. The recent memory of LenLen asking about Jimin and you trying your best to answer her questions without blushing replays. She told you about Taehyung and how him and Jimin are best friends which you happened to already know and you relay to her how happy you are that she found Taehyung. You also apologize that you didnât get to say hello, but she winks at you for she witnessed the reason why.
When you start reaching the city, you hardly can believe the huge sign, flashing upon the tallest building, of Hoseokâs face which roots your feet to the cement while tears spring in response. Cursing under your breath, you realize that one of the books he had been working on back when you two were together must have been released, the one he continuously spoke about. The one inspired from the script he hoped Kim Seokjin would film a movie with. The one that began with you. Which means, if it has become a success, then now you are going to see his face everywhere you turn. And, if the movie is made, thatâs even more publicity Hoseok will gain and even more often you will have to see his face. The more hurt you will endure.
âDamnit,â you want to sob. Out of all the places you think to turn, you flee into the bookstore just to almost collide with a book stand filled from top to bottom with Hoseokâs novel. Fret overpowers your system, and you rush out the doors the second you see it, and you figure maybe walking home, no matter the distance, will help clear the stress out of you. Even though you know it wonât. Because at this point, you give up being in public.
You nearly slam into a figure from your rushed state and when the whiff of a cigarette mingled with cologne greets your nose, you know exactly who youâve run into. âWhy are you doing this.â Itâs not a question, itâs a statement. âWhy are you following me, Asshole? Did I not make myself clear?â
âI told you I wanted to make it up to you.â
âAnd I told you no from what I recall.â
âI have short term memory loss.â
âOh, go fuck yourself, Nemo-â
âIâd prefer if you joined me.â
âYou really are asking to get smacked.â
âI like it rather rough.â
âAnd Iâd like for you to leave me the hell alone.â
âNot until you hear me out.â
âAnd why should I?â
His eyes flit between yours, âBecause I canât let it go. I messed up.â
âYou donât deserve my forgiveness if thatâs what youâre implying. To be honest, itâs ridiculous that Iâm even mad about it to begin with. I donât even know you.â
âSee, but you have every right to be. You should be mad.â
âOkay. Well then accept that Iâm pissed at you and move on.â
âI shanât.â
You could laugh. You almost laugh. But you hold it together because you canât just let him think he can get away with how he just randomly leaves you stranded. When you both almost kissed in the alley way, you could sense that his desire was as solid as yours. He acted as if he wanted you. So, why did he just walk away? What is the point in pursuing someone who will always walk away?
Shoving past him, you wish you would have driven this go round so a route of escape would be available. But unfortunately, you didnât think this through. The only place you can think of is the garden center above the bookstore that you have only visited every now and then this past year. What of Hoseok could possibly be up there? A mural? Stalking in the direction of the building, you avoid making eye contact with the huge ad about your ex, and eventually round the store to find the elevator. There are only a few floors before you reach the top and once you elbow the button to awaken the elevator, the last thing you expect is Jeongguk to follow you right in when the large doors slide open. But honestly you should have expected it.
You elbowed the button for the top floor where the smell of flowers waits for you, but you canât ignore the tension simmering once the doors close. You bite the corner of your lip in agony, the ding of the elevator agonizingly slow. âI know youâre not about to stop and smell the roses, Eyebrow.â Referring to his eyebrow piercing that makes your insides lustfully shiver, youâre shocked he takes all your nicknames so well, but then you remember youâre supposed to be mad at him. âWhy canât you just take a hint?â
His finger presses to your lips, vanishing your words as he seductively shushes you. And he shifts to stand in front of you, his nose dangerously tickling the side of your cheek while your body fights to not react to the arousal forming below. He whispers, âI donât need a hint to know that you want me just as much as I want you.â Whimpering, your eyes trace his face, the way his jaw curves, the way his eyes set firmly to you with no intention of moving. Did you hear him correctly? Did he just admit that he, in fact, wants you too? âSo,â he continues, slipping his finger away from your lips, he brings his mouth to yours while you sigh in pleasure. Fuck. Your body begs for him to close the gap. Begs for him to kiss you. But he doesnât. Not yet. âI suggest you behave yourself if you want to keep me tame.â
He is doing to you what you did to him that day in the coffee shop making an effort to seduce him. But this time, he is winning more than you are letting on. When the ding of the elevator brings attention to the opening doors, Jeongguk sighs, âWeâre not going there.â Reaching back to hit whatever button he chooses; you donât even move to see. He can take you wherever he wants, and you could smack yourself for conceding.
âWhat do you mean?â You murmur, swallowing the lump in your throat.
âI um,â he tilts his head as if embarrassed. âI live here. So, weâre going to the third floor.â
âExcuse me, what?â Your mind is trying to make the connection how itâs possible that he lives on the third floor of your favorite bookstore smack dab in the city. Youâve heard of people who have homes above the places they own, so⊠Does that mean Jeongguk owns the bookstore? You thought he said his stepbrother owns it? His hand finds yours when the doors slide open again, showing shelves upon shelves of books with sparse customers quietly reading or viewing the array of covers.
Your brain cells are racing but never reaching a finish line as your eyes frantically scan the hallway the pair of you are entering. You try to appreciate the feel of Jeonggukâs hand holding yours, warm and firm and surprisingly safe though you wish you hadnât lost the will to fight. Why is it so easy for him to melt your anger away? To melt your sadness? To heighten your senses.
He scans something, you assume a card, before opening a large door, flipping on the lights to show an area of simplicity and barely any furniture to decorate once you step inside. The scent is new as if it has just been built, but you know that is impossible considering this bookstore has been around for years. Automatically, you both kick off your shoes. âMy stepbrother used to live here before, so I moved in.â He says as if reading your mind. âThatâs why thereâs not much here, but thereâs enough to keep comfortable.â He gestures toward a sofa awkwardly sitting in the middle of what you assume is the living room and loud meows start echoing the second you see a few cat towers sprawled out. Flounder and Tetra.
âI remember you saying he owns a bookstore⊠itâs here?â You say in disbelief as the cats come flying to greet you and Jeongguk. How can you be mad anymore when these sweet little fluff puffs are rubbing against your legs, mewing for attention? Jeongguk giggles while he tries to bring back the conversation. Â
He shrugs, unintentionally dismissing the sexual tension that concocted in the elevator only seven minutes ago now that the cats are out and about. âHeâs an actor now. He took over when his dad retired.â
ââŠWhat do you do?â Youâre quiet and you donât mean to be, but youâve been struggling with mixed emotions for what seems like an eternity. At this point, you accept if this is a dream versus reality.
âNothing,â he says after a moment, head looking downward. You lick your lips when your eyebrows furrow, but strangely you understand this shame. If your sister didnât have money, youâd be homeless. Your parents live far away, and in all honesty, you donât truly talk to them as often as you should. You work part time at a retail store because you canât seem to get your shit together enough to work full time otherwise, youâd be in the same boat⊠youâd be doing just that. Nothing. âI used to work as a tattoo artist before I moved here, but um⊠you may find this hard to believe, but I got my heart broken by someone I fell in love with when I was eighteen.â
âYou?â You croak. You mean it to come off as a joke but fail miserably. He finally tilts his head up, softly grinning.
âYes, a tatted asshole that wears leather and smokes cigs can be capable of falling in love and getting heartbroken instead of causing the heartbreak, Macchiato⊠Happy?â
Why this vulnerability is happening is unbeknownst to you, but you are very happy that he seems to be opening up. He all but admitted he wants you, too. So, the least he can do is try. Try letting you see past the mystery. Try staying instead of leaving. Saying hello instead of goodbye.
âHow long were you two together?â You may have spilled the beans of how long you were with Hoseok, not that Jeongguk knows who he is, but three years is a long time.
âFive years. Found out she cheated on me, too⊠I lost myself for a long time. Ended up at a different girlâs house every week to numb the pain and never called them back the next day. Became addicted to smoking cigarettes. Went to parties quite a bit⊠Got drunk, you name it⊠Moved here with my children the second Jin told me I could. Thatâs when I finally calmed down and realized, I needed to change before it got worse.â
âIâm so sorry⊠Sometimes people underestimate the pain of a breakup. Especially if you were with them for such a long time as you were.â Itâs quiet a little longer than you mean for it to be, but the similarity of how the two of you got your heart broken is an odd coincidence. But then you gasp when a lightbulb clicks. âJin!? As in, Seokjin?â
âYeah?â He says unhurriedly. âIs that hard for you to believe?â
âWhat? No! Iâm just- the Kim Seokjin is your stepbrother? He owns this bookstore?â
âWell yeah, heâs the reason the bills are paid for now until I, myself, can get my shit together.â
You know the concentration it takes to complete a puzzle? Well, this is one of those times. Randomly, you wonder. Does Jeongguk know Jimin since Seokjin knows Jimin?
âDo you know who Jimin is?â You spit out. How are all these male specimens connected? Either way, you are definitely not telling Jeongguk about the rendezvous with Jimin thatâs for sure.
His eyebrows scrunch and you visibly witness the way his shoulders rigidify as if he knows exactly who you are talking about. âHow do you know Jimin?â
âNo reason, just wondering. I saw him hanging out with Seokjin at the bar you failed to show up to.â
âHm.â He hums once. âInteresting.â
âHe co-owns the bar with a guy named Taehyung⊠ My co-worker is dating him. Taehyung, I mean.â Youâre having a hard time reading Jeonggukâs expression, but he attempts to not be so uptight.
âDid you⊠See anybody else there?â
His question hits you by surprise, but you know there is no way he could be referring to Hoseok and Namjoon⊠Could he? No, of course not. He wasnât there. He doesnât know who your ex is specifically. You may have mentioned your ex and your exâs best friend were at the bar, but you had never given any names. Itâs as if Jeongguk is asking solely about someone else⊠But who?
Pushing your fingertips to your forehead, you release an exasperated sigh. âCan I use your restroom?â You need a moment to yourself. All this unwanted âsolvingâ isnât getting you anywhere. And why is Jeongguk being so weird about Jimin? He doesnât know about the hook up and Jeongguk is also not your boyfriend, so why does it matter?
âYeah, this way,â he points in the direction of what you assume is his bedroom. âOn the right.â
The door gently clicks behind you while your palms cling onto the counter when youâre securely within the bathroom. Itâs huge. You can tell itâs spacious by the fact you can breathe amidst the anxiety. A jacuzzi and a walk-in shower, a door that you are confident is a towel closet is what you take in once you twirl around. Itâs beautiful and so clean, itâs as if nobody has inhabited it in a long time. Either way, you donât want to take too long, so you pull out a small bottle of mouth wash and complete a brisk breathing exercise before filing out into Jeonggukâs bedroom.
You hadnât taken time to notice how large his bed is either. The covers are invitingly dark, and you can tell from the curtains that are slightly split show the windows to a magnificent view of the city. Whoever Seokjinâs dad had to construct this place was an absolute genius. A home inside a bookstore, that would be a dream come true for millions.
You brace yourself when you step into the living room, and you notice Jeongguk is preparing wine glasses, a bottle of red is in his hand as he begins to pour the crimson liquid. His cats are munching on some food that he put to keep them occupied. You can tell by his body language that he is going to change the subject regarding Jimin. âHow did you know?â You say ultimately when you pull out a stool in front of the counter.
âNothing a good bit of wine canât fix.â He winks. âPlus, I figured it will calm the nerves, so we can actually⊠talk.â
You nod reluctantly, fingers pressing beneath the glass before you take a slow sip. The taste is sour with the mouth wash, but you know after a few sips that will change. A wave of calm floods your chest and limbs once you swallow. âThank you.â You murmur. He leans on the counter instead of moving to take a seat next to you. He canât take his eyes off you, and he canât even explain how just being around you makes him feel. You bring a comfort he hasnât had in a long time. He knows he has gone about it the wrong way, but he is determined to not let you go this time. No matter how much his ex keeps trying to reach out to win him back. He wants you.
âIâm really sorry about the bar.â He manages to say. Heâs not the best with apologies, but he knows you deserve one. âThat was really fucked up. I shouldnât have done that.â
âNo⊠You shouldnât have.â Youâre honest because you know what itâs like to be betrayed. Jeongguk of all people should get it too after admitting that he has been cheated on before as you have. You must stand your ground regardless of how weak he secretly makes you because no, this specific situation may not be seen as a betrayal, but it was not okay that he left you there alone. He does, however, want to confess everything, of why he didnât show up. But something keeps telling him that itâs too soon. When heâs ready, he plans to tell you. But for now, he wants to prove to you that heâs not going anywhere this time.
âI know,â he murmurs.
Taking a longer sip of the wine, you rub at your eyes. âHe really did some damageâŠâ You admit, appreciating how easy it is for the pair of you to start opening up. This is something you have battled to talk about since the day you witnessed it. âI mean three years of my life I gave to this guy, and he justâŠâ You throw your hand up. âHe just throws every bit of it down the drain. There wasnât even the slightest red flag. I came home. Heard them in the bedroom⊠Our bedroom. And I just-â You didnât want to cry, but the tears greet you with the burn of your nose. âI just left. I donât even know how long it had been going on. All I know is I blocked him on everything and refuse to give him the time of day. Because I canât bring myself to face him. Or the pain of it all.â Jeongguk listens contently, sorrow filling his umber eyes. âWhen I saw him at the bar for the first time in a year, the anger that filled me at first, I wanted to do anything to make him feel the same devastation I felt that day. Sure, I slept with his best friend weeks after the breakup, but he doesnât know that. And, as much as I want to say the revenge was satisfying⊠It wasnât.â You tap your fingers on the counter. âNow Iâm here. Iâm here in this city, living with my rich sister, and working a part time job. Itâs like I want to live in my misery⊠At least, I have my cat.â You smile, Kenaiâs sweet face bringing you peace.
âIt takes a long time to move on from something like that. What happened to me was nearly two years ago and it still hurts.â Jeongguk says because he knows exactly how that feels. He still succumbed to his exâs every beck and call until he met you. Thatâs when everything started changing for him. Why he couldnât think straight. When his ex was trying to distract him, his mind was filled with you. âI saw the guy she was cheating with once. I planned to confront him, but⊠chickened out. I knew if I wasnât careful, Iâd do something Iâd regret.â
âWho was he?â You ask. Jeongguk raises his shoulders, pursing his lips.
âI donât know his name. Just that Seokjin was working on a movie, happened to meet the guy and my girlfriend at the time was with him. Jin put two and two together and called me right after. He recognized her in some of the pictures I posted on social media before I deleted it all.â
âHeâs an actor, too? The guy she was with?â You wonder.
âIâm assuming.â He speaks. âShe never really met Jin before. Or at least, I never told her specifically that he was my stepbrother. That was a part of my life I tried to keep distant, but when he called me concerned, I knew why she was coming home so late. Or, why she didnât panic if she knew Jin was my brother who was seeing her in the flesh with another dude.â Jeongguk wets his lips. âAnd thatâs when he tried to help me cope by giving me his apartment here when he saw how far gone, I had gotten. And thatâs why she learned to do research on who Iâm connected to because apparently me and Seokjin know everybody due to his fame and fortune.â He means the fame and fortune as a joke, but you still ponder.
âSoâŠâ Your expression confused. âIf thatâs the case, how do you know Jimin?â
Jeongguk swallows roughly, âI asked you first.â
Now, itâs your turn to gulp. âAbout that.â The stool screeches from under you as you immediately stand, chugging every last drop of your wine before you clutch your things to your side. The indent Jimin left on your shoulder has faded some, but it still befuddles you knowing Jeongguk could clue in if he wanted to. âI-I have to go.â You really donât, but the way your entire body is flushing, and your eyes are wide with panic. What else are you supposed to do? Running is what you do best. As if a lightbulb goes off, Jeonggukâs laugh reverberates behind you.
âWait a minute, have you banged him?â Halt. You choke completely on your own spit; your trachea insults you while you cough up a storm. Goodness gracious. Why this? Why now? âYou totally banged him didnât you!? Holy shit.â
âSo, what if I have?â You stifle another cough whirling to face him. âWhat the hell are you going to do about it?â
Thatâs when the air between you two immediately silences as if you gave him the challenge of a lifetime. Not even Tetra or Flounder are around to fill in the void. Itâs as if you both are back in the elevator where the temptation became so alive, it was hard to ignore. It was irresistible. The only sound is your breathing as it increases after Jeonggukâs wine glass clinks against the counter. Thereâs a prolonged few seconds before it all becomes thunderous. Â He makes his way to you as your purse slips from your quivering arm. Your breathing stops. His fingertips press to touch to the skin of your chest as he tickles circles. His eyes flit from your parting lips to the way your eyes start to show youâre imploring for him to not stop. He taunts you. Edging so close to you, his lips are barely on yours when he whispers, âIâm going to make you forget he exists.â
This time, youâre not letting him walk away from you. Not again. Not ever. Your palm finds itself gripping his shirt while you close the gap. The millisecond Jeonggukâs lips connect with yours, itâs electrifying. Itâs as if somebody injected fireworks into your veins, shooting across your skin and awakening your senses ten times the normal, exploding across your mind, body, and soul. Your heart pounds so loud, youâre shocked if he doesnât hear it. Youâve been with three other guys sexually prior to Jeongguk, but something about this is mystifying. Powerful.
His mouth moves with yours as you gasp into his kiss, letting him guide you until the back of your legs recognizes the arm of the sofa. His hand moves to tangle into your hair while you deepen the kiss, the tip of his tongue finding yours as he caresses it simultaneously taking his free hand to slip into the front of your pants, but youâre not ready for him to pleasure you yet. You want to show him what he will miss out on if he doesnât choose you in the end. But you weaken when his heated lips press slowly and gently along your jawline, the arousal you feel drips, his fingers sliding further to slip past your underwear until he runs his fingertips up and down your heat.
âOh,â he moans with a slight growl burying his face into your neck from how drenched you already are for him. âHoly fuck,â he hisses, trying to keep himself tame. You love the sound of his fingers sloshing up and down against you. But you want it to be you on him.
Shoving him back to give you some space, his hand flies from your pants and he watches you not expecting you to kneel. And not expecting you to fumble undoing his belt, tugging it out of his belt loops, he hisses in response to the point you see his bulge prominently inside his pants. Oh, the way your mouth waters instinctively at the sight of his erection.
Unbuttoning his pants, you yank them down to his ankles, releasing his erection from his underwear where you hum pleasurably at his girth. Your hands run along his thighs seductively; his eyes darken with lust as you connect with them naughtily. Your palm then slides around his length, stroking him agonizingly slow before you take him into your mouth. Letting his precum welcome your taste buds before you hollow your cheeks, the warm skin of his being ignites your arousal even more. His large hand moves to the top of your head where your strands tangle between his tatted fingers. Thatâs when you begin, bobbing back and forth as speedily as you can, basking in his moans at how amazing you feel. Your hands cling to the bottom of his jacket while you continue your bliss eventually releasing him from your mouth to push him onto the couch where his back plops upon the cushions.
You push his shirt up to visualize his toned abdomen before dipping down to continue sucking, moving your other hand to massage his scrotum, giving him every bit of pleasure, you can to make him crave you. To make him pine for you. Another trick is up your sleeve when your hand returns to his being, following up and down with your mouth while he tries every way not to cum before he gets the chance to pleasure you more. âHoly fuck,â He groans in satisfaction which makes you continue your fun.
Your tongue laps around his tip before you wipe the spittle at the corners of your lips away. When youâre about to continue, he raises, pulling you to his mouth as he kisses you more, becoming hungrier as he shifts you closer. You can tell your clothes are getting in his way for when he pauses, dazed, his hands start to tug at your pants, eventually freeing you from them as you help kick them off. The air in the apartment is colder than you realize. Goosebumps start flying down your legs as you try to regain your focus on removing the articles of clothing off Jeonggukâs top half. Eventually, all linens are plopped onto the floor and your naked bodies are starting to feel every inch of warm skin, captivating every sense, every cell, every emotion, every lustful bliss.
He pauses and you realize his fingertips have paused at the fading spot on your shoulder. The place where Jiminâs teeth sank in. Holding your breath, you see the guilt in Jeonggukâs eyes as his lips become ajar as if he wishes that it could have been him instead. You arenât sure how to read what he is thinking, especially when he runs the tip of his thumb over the area. But, in the heat of the moment, his other hand slides to the back of your neck where he slightly grips the strands of your hair stimulating you to bite your lip. He tilts your head just enough to cover the spot with his own mouth, sucking harshly on the skin to place his mark. To regain his status. Youâve never seen something so hot, itâs sending immense tingles all through out your frame. He then sprinkles kisses across your chest eventually trailing to your breasts where his tongue flicks over your nipples and the top of his head tickles your chin. Your whimpers increase while he sucks each nipple tenderly, your fingers indenting his back, and the way your vaginal walls leak onto your vulva- you cannot wait for more of this man. Your eyes sweep his figure. His tattoos covering the entirety of his arm.
Goodness, his body is ethereal, and from the way he takes in the view of you bare, you can tell he feels the exact same about you. Your lips tingle for his. Dragging him to you, he crashes his lips to yours, a new addiction you both know will be hard to break. The way his body presses to yours so passionately, itâs as if you have waited your whole life to feel this good. You can still feel the way his lips bruised you on your shoulder, and you adore the way it lingers.
âMy turn!â His fingers deliciously dig into your hips, he slides you closer to him despite the limited room on the sofa, and his eyes absorb how sopping wet you are for him even still. He traces his hands to your thighs when you feel your heat clenching fervently for the desire that is taking over your system. Jeongguk wastes no time swiping a finger, sucking your leakage before his tongue starts lapping up every bit of your taste. What really catches you by surprise is how he continues the fast movements, flattening and pointing his tongue seeing which gesture makes you scream for him more. In between, he sucks your clit, taking one hand to reach for the spot above your clit where he massages nice and slow simultaneously while he feasts. âOh, Guk,â you sigh with elation. âOh, Guk, yes! Oh my gosh, yes, holy fuck, ah-â
You hardly can contain yourself with how this man is loving your body. He refuses to stop until you feel the powerful jolt of an orgasm, gratifyingly overwhelming your brain as your thighs squeeze together. Jeongguk already pulled away with pure ecstasy of watching you come undone for him. You are so dizzy; you canât help the way your feet sink into the couch trying to overcome the sensitivity. When you try to shift, to sit up, Jeongguk hovers close to where he whispers, the smell of you reaching your nose.
âKeep your eyes closed,â he says against your lips, kissing you quickly before carefully lifting his body off you. His hands slide along your arms as he tenderly guides you. Before you can question, he interrupts by kissing you again. âDonât worry, Iâm not going anywhere. Iâve got a couple things I want to set up.â As much as you hate to admit it, your heat drips at the way he whispers this to you intensifying the elation. How many times does he plan to make you cum?
The anticipation as to what heâs about to do. What heâs about to show you. Your ears tune into the sounds of the refrigerator opening- his giddy footsteps jogging to the bedroom where you hear the start of running water. Not just a spritz from the shower⊠the jacuzzi. Holy fuck. When you thought of steamy sex, you never once thought about the jacuzzi. Your hands squeeze into your thighs, the sensitivity between your legs starting to dim. Your heat clenching around nothing as you feel your nipples bud against the chilled air now that his warm body hasnât been wrapped around yours for a bit. You never really ventured with sex when you were with Hoseok. It was just the typical quickies before and after work depending on the mood with the occasional use of a vibrator. And with Namjoon, it was a drunken blur. With Jimin⊠It was just spicy vanilla with addictive kisses, but good enough to get the job done and not hesitate for a second round if there ever was to be a second round.
But with Jeongguk. Heâs about to give you a night you hope to relive every moment you see him. When he steps into the living room after a few minutes, you had been biting your lip unintentionally, and you feel him kneeling when his tepid hands place on your knees to then gliding up your exposed thighs. He loves teasing you with his lips, talking against them to keep you on your toes. âIâm ready.â He whispers enticingly. You peel your eyes open, him holding your hands while he helps you stand.
When you enter behind him to his bedroom, you notice a golden bowl filled with ice cubes and bubbles from the jacuzzi mingled with steam is shown from where the bathroom door is open. âI didnât know to buy rose petals and candles-â
âOh, fuck that!â You gasp, grabbing his face to kiss him again and again. The excitement is so tremendous, his strong arms adhere you to his frame before he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking the skin before placing your back on his bed. Lifting your hands in surrender, he can have you however he wants. However, he needs you. His eyes trail to the ice cubes where he places one in his mouth taking a few long sucks. When you imagined ice play, you never thought you would actually get to experience it.
He then takes the ice and places it on your chest, the cold nips your skin in a pleasurable way and when he slides the cube onto one nipple then to the other, your shaky breaths echo within his bedroom. He then lets the cube glide downwards once your nipples stay budded till he pauses at the beginning of your vulva. âDo you want me, baby?â
âYes!â Youâre breathless, toes curling against the bed sheets, the cold of the frozen water bringing a subtle pain. âYes, baby, please. I want you.â He lets the ice touch along your slit, causing your hips to rise involuntarily while he rubs it quickly, coating your heat with the chill. Just enough to absorb your taste. As you watch him intensely, he returns the cube to his mouth sucking more until he places it back into the bowl.
Without preparation, his hands, few fingertips cold, wrap around your thighs, shifting you to his starving mouth as he breathes in your scent. âYou smell so good, baby.â He growls, his hair tickling your skin before his tongue starts to flick between your folds once more, the chill feel sending vibrations of desire up and down your body while you moan his name even higher than his previous feast. âOh, Guk! Oh, baby! Holy fuck, you feel so good! Ah!â Your screams encourage him to flick faster, up and down his tongue presses, lapping up your juices while your hands dig into the comforter. Eyes rolling back, one by one, each of his hands reach to rub your nipples, rubbing so fondly while he licks you, making your arousal build even stronger, so intense, you can hardly breathe. His head makes swift movements while he continues to taste you furiously, not taking one moment to breathe himself. You feel another orgasm building, and before you can stop him, your hips buck to the amplifying sensation as the glint of you shines on his chin. He arches an eyebrow proudly as you melt against the comforter- completely and utterly gasping.
But heâs not done with you yet and you donât want him to be.
He crawls onto the bed to hover above you, interlacing his fingers with yours that happen to untangle from squeezing the comforter. Still holding your hands, he then moves backwards, helping you up to lead you to the bathroom where he shuts the door behind him. Wherever he goes, you will follow. And so far, you are not regretting one bit.
The steam is still rising from the jacuzzi and when he pins you to the tub, he leans over you to press a button, the jets in the jacuzzi awaken and the entire bath is bubbling for you to enjoy. You smell yourself on his mouth, and when he kisses you again, this time itâs so loving. Itâs soft. So mesmerizing, you canât concentrate on anything else as his hands cup your breasts, rubbing your nipples so affectionately that your heat gushes below you as you moan helplessly against his mouth.
âGet in.â He demands and this newfound dominance is going to make you pounce. You tilt your head when you meet his knowing eyes.
âYou first, Cigs.â His nose scrunching into the sweetest smile, you dizzyingly watch him step into the jacuzzi, letting the water engulf his frame before you find yourself joining, putting a leg on either side of his hips while you straddle him. His hands massage up and down your back slowly to gripping your ass. How much more stunning can this man be? When he said he was going to make you forget about the past, he wasnât fucking kidding. And you are very much okay with that.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispers suddenly and your heart swells at his words. Not only did he mean it, but you can feel how much he means it. It doesnât take long for you to bring your lips to his after holding his gaze, eventually moving a hand to find his erection, posing above his length before he enters you causing you to gasp against his kiss before your body starts to move to the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts into you. The water splashes amidst your moans, him hitting your g-spot with every stroke.
Lips still locked to yours, Jeongguk wraps his arms around you before lifting you enough to lay your back against the other end of the jacuzzi. Water covers your body while the jets massage your skin as Jeongguk lingers above you, entering you once more, your arms hug behind his shoulders while he thrusts. His body molds so perfectly with yours, and you never felt so alive. His large hand moves to cradle the back of your head, kissing you so deeply that your head is spinning. You never want this to end. How he moves so beautifully within you. Itâs enthralling. He is enthralling.
When he releases into you, the water washes him away, and he sighs into your neck while you two try to catch a breath.
âBy the way, itâs Dory.â
Confusion hits you at his sudden, breathless remark. âWhat?â
âYou called me Nemo. Itâs supposed to be Dory. She has short term memory loss.â
Shoving him playfully, you splash water at him while giggles echo, him tackling you just to place kisses to your blushing face. You canât imagine ever losing him at this point. For once, you feel promise even though a promise has never been made.
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âYouâre smiling.â Monnie says suspiciously as you dazingly exit your room.
âAnd thatâs a bad thing?â
âIt certainly is not. Itâs about time you appreciate your life here.â
âI do appreciate it here.â
âFinally⊠Is it the blonde guy?â
Your eyes widen because you completely forgot that your sister has no idea about Jeongguk. âNo!â You say quickly. âNo, itâs not him.â
âOkay,â Monnie says slowly, placing her hands on her hips. âWell, something is making you act like a teenager, so spill it.â
âI will at some point just⊠Just not right now.â
Monnie groans in annoyance. âI donât know what I have to do to get you to talk to me, but at some point, I need to know your life story.â
âBut you do know most of it. Weâre sisters, Genius.â
âThe boring stuff. I want to hear the dirt. Iâm nosy.â
âYou wouldnât be my sister if you werenât.â You tease. âI will tell you everything when I am ready. Itâs⊠a lot⊠Okay?â
Reluctantly, her arms loosen in defeat as she rolls her eyes, âFine,â she drones.
To be honest, you hope to confide in LenLen as well. Itâs about time you open to the people who you do trust very much. For the time being though, itâs been a few days since you last saw Jeongguk and he has been messaging you nonstop since then. You felt so bruised down there, especially when you both had intercourse the next morning before you left to go to work. Both were naked and finished brushing teeth, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Your breasts smooshed to his back. He couldnât resist you after that. He lifted you up to where your legs linked around his body. The sex started rough once you reached his bed sheets but ended gently driving your mind wild. His touch is like lightning and he nearly cummed back-to-back when he saw a wet spot under you from where you released post orgasm.
You do plan to see him again, and despite the endless thoughts of him, you figure a nice walk around downtown is a good plan. Downtown is super close to the city but has a smaller string of stores. Itâs a different scenery, something to keep your mind from cluttering. Itâs been a few months. You donât go as often because thatâs where Hoseok would take you on special dates. You figure with his popularity rising from his newly released book, he may not be downtown as often, so you feel itâs safe to tread.
Goodness though, the way Jeonggukâs touch has encapsulated you into another dimension, you canât stop thinking about him. Or his lips. Or his smile. Or his laugh. Or his tattoos, how beautifully they decorate his skin. The way he holds you⊠Heâs a dream you hope to always have. Hands cuddled into your jacket pockets, the sun shining brightly in the sky, twenty minutes into entering downtown where cars slowly drive by and the âopenâ signs flash on every window, you decide to enter one of the familiar shops you happened to pass. Life gets even stranger because when you enter what looks to be a beauty boutique, from the colors and setting you recognize it as one you and Hoseok used to frequent way back when.
âShe had me come double check inventory. Just make sure we get more of the eye shadow palettes in. At least, thatâs what she requested me to say.â Eyebrows scrunching, you have heard this voice before. Itâs oddly quiet other than a radio playing, and your eyes trail to an employee nodding and scribbling down whatever was said. Your heart nearly stops when you see none other than Jimin talking to the employee after shifting through what looks to be a pile of mail. You debate running out of the store, but you never got Jiminâs number, and so you make it clear you really didnât use him even though you kinda did accidentally on purpose, you make the haste decision to let him notice you. He hasnât done anything wrong.
He spins around after checking over a few things and looks up at you when you clear your throat. The moment his eyes register who he is seeing, his face lights up. âOh my gosh! Hey there!â Jimin out stretches his arms, pulling you into such a sweet embrace when he reaches you, and you canât help but let the relief loosen your tense frame. You melt into him.
âHey,â you whisper.
âHow are you?â He pulls away slightly to read your eyes.
âIâm good⊠Iâm sorry I never thought to get your number.â
âNo! No, donât apologize. I should be sorry. I donât want you to think Iâm that kinda guy.â
âOh God, no.â You chuckle. âYou are just fine.â
Jimin presses his lips together in concentration, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. âMy sister had me check up on her store which is why Iâm here.â He motions to his surroundings. âWith the stress of inventory, I could use a drink. Wanna join?â
âYou donât have to ask me twice.â You say.
 -
When the strong liquid welcomes your tongue soothing your limbs once you swallow, Jimin eyes you as you twirl the liquid in the glass. The restaurant is nice and dimly lit and you are very thankful that you ran into him when you did. It makes you feel better about what happened between you two.
âI didnât know you had a sister.â You say after a minute. Not that you ever cared to ask. âI didnât know she owned a store.â
Jimin smiles, shrugging his shoulders. âYeah, sheâs a pain in my ass but I love her.â
âI relate on so many levels.â You chuckle, knowing Monnie would give you a look that could kill with an arched eyebrow in tow.
âIs⊠everything okay between us?â Jimin is curiously watching you, his expression still concerned about everything. At this point, you both have swapped numbers, promising to keep in touch. With how much your heart pines for Jeongguk, you know you wonât give in to anyone else.
âOf course, it is.â You promise. âI really mean it when I say I enjoyed your company. I just have a lot going on.â
âI understand.â He says meaningfully. âWant to talk about it?â
Considering your answer, you swallow briefly. âMy ex⊠of three years cheated on me. Moved here a year ago.â You continue explaining how you ended up with your sister and how you were heartbroken about being stood up at the bar and how you ran into your ex and his best friend at the bar as well. All in one night. Adding that you are glad Jimin was equally attracted to you and how the distraction really helped overall. Â
âHoly shit, you slept with his best friend!? You are bad ass!â
âOh God, Iâm far from it.â
âDude, no, thatâs the best way to get back at a cheater. Iâm telling you. Oh, and um,â Jimin leans closer to you with a confident look, his thick lips poised in a mischievous grin, âI donât mind you using me for whatever you want. Iâm honored I got to be your first after a year of abstinence.â
You giggle, smacking his shoulder playfully. âTo be honest, Iâm glad it was you too. You are so sweet. I mean it. If anything, I hope we can be friends.â You reach to squeeze his hand, him running his thumb across your knuckles.
âAgreed.â
âHow long ago did you and your sister move here?â You wonder aloud. âI remember you said you had been here for a long while.â
âAbout two years, but I am roommates with Taehyung for now. Heâs pretty head over heels for his girlfriend so Iâll probably be living on my own soon.â
âThatâs not bad at all,â you encourage.
âOh yeah, Iâm sure Iâll love the space, but it gets lonely sometimes⊠My sister lives with her current boyfriend. Iâm not the biggest fan, but heâs a successful novelist. Came out with a book literally like last week.â
Your eyebrows scrunch. What? âHeâs⊠an author?â
âYeah⊠I mean heâs a good writer donât get me wrong, but her last boyfriend⊠She was with him forever and she did him so dirty. I felt bad for the kid.â
âWait a minuteâŠâ Your head is spinning. This canât be real. Calm down, y/n, itâs all just a coincidence. You are freaking out over nothing. âWh-who was her ex-boyfriend if you donât mind me asking?â
He opens his mouth to reply, but his phone, that has been laying right side up on the table starts to vibrate, a picture of a smiling woman shows. âOh, thatâs my sister.â He says, âProbably calling to make sure I took care of inventory. I should take this.â
âI- I have to go anyway,â you pretend to check your wrist when really stars are showing in your eyes, because that picture. Your mouth goes immediately dry. The shirt. The way her breasts are rounded beneath that shirt. Hoseokâs shirt. The shirt that went missing. The girl in the picture⊠she was wearing it. She was fucking wearing it.
âHey, Min-a.â Jimin greets into the phone, waving goodbye to you, mouthing that he will text you as you dart away. Bile rises to your esophagus burning in its wake as you rush outside to the nearest trash can. Holy shit. You canât breathe and you gasp between heaves. Everything is crashing down as you make the connection. Itâs all coming together.
You never saw her face, but you saw her torso decorated with nice breasts and Hoseokâs shirt. Jeongguk mentioned that he was cheated on too and that she was with her new boyfriend who was going over a script with an actor⊠His stepbrother who is none other than Kim Seokjin. Hoseok has been writing for an actor who happens to be Kim Seokjin. Jimin personally knows Kim Seokjin. Hoseok is now out with a novel. She, Jiminâs sister, owns a store downtown, a store that happens to be one that you and Hoseok used to frequent because you loved their products, but when you left him, you never went back to that specific store. Meaning⊠he met her there. While you two were still together. But most of all, you remember how tense Jeongguk got at the mention of Jimin⊠Because Jeongguk knows Jimin. And then there was the confrontation Jeongguk almost had with the guy his ex-girlfriend cheated on him with who you canât seem to comprehend it to be:
Hoseok.
This canât be real. No, no this canât be fucking real. You plead to the universe, wiping your lips with your sleeve as you try to keep the next bout of nausea suppressed.
Jeongguk dated Jiminâs sister who is now with Hoseok. The girl who he cheated on you with. You heard Jimin say her name. You can hardly collect your thoughts to think her name.
Min-a.
When the nausea starts to dull just for you to regain your composure. You run. You run home and you donât stop until you burst through the door. Monnie and Yoongi are frantic when they see you, collapsing to the floor to catch your breath while tears stream down your face, sobbing as the pain shoots through your heart. Now, you have your answer. Nobody had to tell you. You accidentally stumbled upon it yourself. At this point, seeing the devastation pouring down your face, Monnie doesnât give you a choice, she demands the truth. As Kenai rushes to sway his furry body against your legs to calm you, you confess and tell your sister and her boyfriend everything. From beginning to end- everything.
Finally, you let every emotion out, every secret released.
-
âSo, you are saying that not only did you sleep with your exâs best friend, Namjoon. You also hooked up with your exâs new girlâs brother and her ex-boyfriend, too!?â Monnie connecting the dots while Yoongiâs mouth drops open in alarm. âHoly cannoli, if this isnât the best revenge story ever!â
âI wasnât looking for revenge!â You spew.
âNot with Jimin and Jeongguk you werenât, but you have to admit, Namjoon was definitely revenge.â
âWell Namjoon, yes.â You agree with swollen eyes. âBut the rest? I had absolutely no idea they were connected.â Your palm is plastered to your forehead, and though Jeongguk has messaged you and called twice, youâve ignored everything. You donât know how to approach the subject. Is his ex, Min-a, who is Hoseokâs girlfriend that he left you for, is she the reason Jeongguk kept walking away from you? Why he struggled at first giving into you? Have her and Hoseok been having problems? âNo wonder why Hoseok was so⊠shocked.â You murmur. âI thought it was because I was kissing another guy in general, but it was his girlfriendâs brother.â
âWowza.â Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief. âI canât comprehend it. What a small world.â
âNow it all makes sense. They all know each other.â You speak. âThatâs why theyâre all connected. Holy shit.â
âI definitely know Kim Seokjin. Not personally, but weâve seen a few of his movies.â Yoongi says crossing his arms, gesturing his elbow in Monnieâs direction.
âOh yeah, how can we not know Kim Seok-â Monnie notices Yoongi eyeballing her playfully with a quirked eyebrow and she clears her throat. âI agree. They all know each other. Jimin and Taehyung are best friends who know Kim Seokjin because he is best friends with Taehyung. Kim Seokjin also knows Jeongguk because they happen to be stepbrothers and Kim Seokjin knows Hoseok because of the movie script and novel Hoseok wrote. Also,â Monnie takes in a deep, dramatic breath. âHoseok knows Jeongguk because Hoseok stole his girlfriend at the time, and Jeongguk knows Jimin because he dated Jiminâs sister. Am I forgetting anyone?â
âMy head hurts.â You groan.
âAh, Namjoon! He is best friends with Hoseok and since he was in the same vicinity as everyone I have mentioned, he must know everyone. Iâm sure he is familiar with Jeongguk because Hoseok probably told him.â
âYouâre good at this.â You blurt. âMaybe you should be a writer.â
âIâve dabbled a time or two.â She grins, holding a finger in the air. âAnd that concludes your shit show of a love life.â
âThanks.â You roll your eyes. Yet, you couldnât concur more.
When conversation finishes with your sister and her boyfriend, you feed Kenai and give him squishy hugs and kisses while he pelts his tail at you in annoyance. You donât care how much he prefers his food over you sometimes, you want to give him kissies and he shall accept them. There is somewhere you want to be. Need to be. You just hope he will be there.
Ordering a driver after freshening up and putting on a light amount of makeup, you throw on some tennis shoes and make your way outside. Previously you were always uncertain of the destination you were going to go. But this time, you know exactly where you are going. He will always be who you run to. Jeongguk. You havenât stopped thinking about him since the day you met him. It has all gone by so fast, yet there is plenty of time to become more than just a thought every other second. But, neither of you can proceed until the truth is told.
The drive feels tantalizingly slow as your leg bounces profusely in the backseat until you arrive at the bookstore. You swish some mouth wash from the mini bottle in your purse as you rush to the elevator after tipping the driver, spitting it into a bush before elbowing the elevator button. Your temples beat to your increasing heart rate. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you recount everything. Itâs time to lay it all out. No matter how risky.
Customers standing by on the third floor watch you zip past, and you try to follow your memory to Jeonggukâs door and when your feet stop before it, you inhale and exhale deeply to calm your nerves. You knock, letting your hope rise because you cannot wait to see him despite the words that havenât been said. You hear running footsteps- and when the door opens, your breath hitches at his indescribable beauty. You see the way relief falls with his shoulders as he springs forward to hug you- pulling you into his home while the door automatically shuts behind you.
You take the time to hold him, bundling your nose into his warm chest while his hand moves to soothe into your hair. âHey,â he whispers, placing a kiss to the top of your head. âWhere have you been? Iâve been super worried.â
âI know,â you murmur, squeezing him tighter. âI know. Iâm sorry⊠Something happened.â You hear the rustle of paws running around the living room and you canât help but smile at the reminder of the cats. Instantly your smile falls, however, because you know a serious conversation is going to take place. Shifting to step back, so you can see the entirety of his face, he tries to read your expression. He can tell something is wrong.
âI know how you know Jimin.â You canât help it when tears brim, especially when you see Jeonggukâs body tense. As if he is trying to protect himself from unwanted memories. From heartbreak. He remains silent. âMin-a.â Your voice is hoarse when you say her name. Jeonggukâs hands move to slide into his hair while he sucks in his lips, squeezing his eyes shut the second he registers who you just named. Thereâs pain in his demeanor. Pain, you know all too well. âSheâs who my ex-boyfriend left me for⊠Hoseok.â
Disbelief, the common reaction, is all over his expression while his lips part as if to speak, but he doesnât. âHoseokâs not an actorâŠâ You murmur. âHeâs a writer⊠He knows your stepbrother because he wrote a story he wants filmed with Seokjin as the lead.â You wet your lips. âI met Jimin the day I met you. And yes⊠I hooked up with him the night the bar opened, but I was so emotionally distraught, I needed something. Anything to distract me because I saw Hoseok there. And his best friend. And⊠I was devastated that you didnât show up.â Your fingers touch to your lips as you try to keep your composure. âI had no idea who she was until today.â You admit. âAbsolutely no idea.â
âI-â Jeongguk struggles to find the words, but he steps closer to you. âI think it will take time for the shock to settle, butâŠâ He swallows. âI never meant to hurt you that night I didnât show up.â You feel your tears panging hot trails onto your cheeks, Jeongguk moving to cup your face to swipe the tears away with his thumbs. âI was still battling with whether I should start over with Min-a. She kept trying to reach out to see me again, and I fell for it a few times, but the second I met you.â His forehead touches to yours while you take in his warmth. âThe second I met you, there was no one else I could think about. Not even her. In a fucked-up sense, I wanted closure, too. I thoughtâŠâ He pauses, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. âI thought if I gave her a chance to explain, maybe that would be enough for me to move on, but⊠she never showed up each time she reached out. I knew I made a huge mistake what I did to you and when you were all I continued to think about I knew⊠I knew it was you I ultimately wanted to be with. Iâm so sorry I broke your trust. Iâm so sorry I hurt you.â
âNo-!â You croak. âNo, itâs okay. Itâs really okay.â You plea through the tears. His eyes well with them too while you both try to get through this pain. Together. âYou were hurting, too. We were hurt by the same people. Itâs all so unbelievable, I can hardly understand it.â
âWell, if I havenât learned anything at all, itâs that karmaâs a bitch.â Jeongguk forces a chuckle, brushing a slow, warm kiss to your lips. âI wonât let him hurt you anymore.â You feel the tenderness in his caress. His promise. This time clothes make a trail on the floor to his bedroom where your bodies cling together while love is made through the night. In the end, you hope he is the man that will mend your heart the way you hope to mend his.
No more goodbyes, Cigs.
No more goodbyes.
And that will be your promise.
-
Seven months laterâŠ
âBreathe, y/n.â Jeon Jeongguk reminds you as you take in a prolonged, shaky breath. The buzzing of the needle starts to reach your skin while his gloved hands gently touch your limb. âI promise you itâs not that bad. Do you see my arm?â
âI know, Babe. But I have never done this before. Cut me some slack here.â You whine. Closing your eyes, a prick of pain starts to tingle against your skin from the sharp darts of pinches leaving traces of black ink in its wake.
âGood.â Jeongguk encourages. âSee, I told you. Itâs not that bad-â
He notices you wince when he gets to a different area of your wrist where he is permanently inking your âdelicate skinâ as you have been referring. You knew you always wanted a tattoo, but it took your forever to figure out what to get. When the idea came to get an ink print of one of Kenaiâs paws, you jumped to it. Jeongguk, of course, pretending to be jealous, made it clear that he better be the one who tattoos you. The shop is closed for the day, but Jeongguk being one of the main artists, heâs allowed to do tattoos on his own time, so it is just the two of you in the facility.
You are astonished at how quickly it goes by. The needle stings, but the pain is durable. It definitely is not as bad as you anticipated. It only takes Jeongguk 45 minutes to complete Kenaiâs pawprint on the underside of your wrist. âAlright, take a look and tell me what you think and then Iâll apply the wrap.â He sets the needle onto the metal table next to the chair you have been sitting in, and he takes off his gloves.
The skin is red, with small dots of blood as you expected from where the needle etched the ink, but you are blown away by how brilliantly Jeongguk did with your first ever tattoo. âItâs⊠Itâs perfect.â Your voice breaks from the tears brimming. âI love it.â You smile wide.
He chuckles, elated by your response. âI love you.â Preparing the sticky wrap, he carefully places it, afterwards pressing a kiss to your lips. âYou did it.â His smile lights up your entire world as he proudly kisses you again.
âOnly because of you. I wouldnât have survived with anybody else.â
âYes, you would have. Itâs not that bad. I told you!â Jeongguk teases, waving his tatted arm in your line of vision while he points at it with his free hand.
âFine,â you drone. âI would prefer that it be you because itâs more special. Kenai is the love of my life aside from you.â Jeongguk quirks an eyebrow. âWhat? He loves you, too!â
âAre you sure about that because heâs really gotten Flounder wrapped around his toe bean.â
âHeâs got you, too.â You wink.
You moved in with Jeongguk a few weeks ago, adapting to the new life. So far, itâs gone rather well. He may not throw his clothes in the laundry basket, but at least he knows how to make up for it later. Wink wink. You inwardly giggle. Though LenLen was sad to see you leave, not only did Jeongguk get you a job at the bookstore, but you are the store manager which is nice because on breaks, you can just chill at home.
Home being with Jeongguk, Kenai, Flounder and Tetra. The crazy cat couple. Nothing gets better than that.
Jeongguk on the other hand has returned to tattooing. Something he is so talented at that its mind blowing. You are so grateful for how strong of a bond you two have formed since the first day you met. As far as Hoseok, him and Min-a have broken up by the whispers on the street, but you have found a way to forgive him. Especially when he reached out to apologize for how he wronged you and how none of it was your fault. How he should have known Min-a never truly wanted him, and that you are the sole reason his novel became a hit. The day he met you at the park. How you inspired it. You arenât sure if he knows about Namjoon still, but you are glad he didnât mention it if he does. You figure heâd tear the book to shreds at that point, but you thanked him for his apology and that you are happy with someone else. Very happy.
Jimin is a friend of you and Jeongguk to this day, but he does not speak about his sister in either presence considering her name is still an open wound. You and Jeongguk are still working on the forgiveness for her, too.
âItâs so amazing.â You awe about your tattoo once more. Jeongguk reaches to hold your other hand. âYouâre so talented.â
He shrugs. âItâs a passion⊠Thank you for trusting me.â
Your lips pull into a gentle smile. âAlways and forever.â
Leaning forward, you kiss him again and again and again and again. You love that you can trust that there will not be a goodbye from this glorious human being before you. He will always be your hello the second you wake up, the second you come home and every moment in between. âI love you,â he whispers breathless between kisses and if there werenât cameras installed for security, you two would be making love right here in this seat.
âI love you too, Cigs.â You whisper against his mouth. âI love you so much.â
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I...do? (part one)
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f. reader (ft Jung Hoseok briefly) Summary: Based on the film âthe proposalâ - You hate your boss. He's rude, arrogant and conceited, not to mention works you to the bone, day and night. So walking into one of his meetings, where he announces your upcoming wedding, you being shocked is the least of it. But when he threatens the career you've worked so hard for, can you still say no to his proposal? Genre: Enemies to lovers au / CEO au / fake dating au / colleagues to lovers au / co-workers to lovers / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 18+ (future chapters will be nfsw) Warnings (per chapter): blackmail / manipulation / rudeness / angst W/C: 2.9k Banner: @shadowkoo you are amazing Beta: @beomcoups and @cherrysoulth thank you so much! Notes: So this has been in the works for about four fucking years now and Iâve decided to do this as a series and iâm finally ready to start posting! Sorry to anyone who has been waiting. This was originally for the 'spring will come again' event with @bangtanarmynet Please, share and comment, it will really help with motivation for writing, which I have been lacking for a while. Thank you so much for reading! Taglist: @ladyartemesia @taestannie @somewhereofftheglobe @moonchild1 @taebangtanbabe @leedoesntknaur @siadreams @m-1234
Itâs a lovely spring morning; the trees are green, and the flowers are beginning to bloom. The sun is out and the air is fresh. You have one of the most beautiful views in the city outside your office, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the new growth and warm weather. Youâre relaxing into your seat, basking in itâŠthat is, until the elevator down the hall stops on your floor, and you know exactly who's about to step off. You type out your usual frantic message to everyone in their office cubicles in the expanse between the elevators and his office, which you sit directly outside of, and hit send.
Y/n: Satan is entering the gates of hell
Everyone rushes frantically back to their desks. Hushed whispers sound across the void, filling the atmosphere with nervous energy. The elevator dings and silence is instant. You watch as your boss struts along, ignoring everyone elseâs presence entirely.Â
âGood morning, sir,â you remark with a polite smile as soon as he reaches your desk, to which he strides past you, straight into his office. Resisting the urge to make a sarcastic remark, you focus back on your work, but your irritation grows towards him. Your patience is already thin this morning.
Discreetly, you glance in his direction, noting the way he sits behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, leg crossed casually over the other, and flipping through document pages with an arrogance you can see, even from here. You absolutely hate how good-looking he is. Why does someone so infuriating get to look like that? It somehow makes his whole attitude even worse.
His low voice calling your name snaps your attention. "Get in here."
Sliding your chair out from under your desk, you follow orders.
âYes, Mr Kim, â you respond, standing with hands clasped in front of you. Your posture and all-black attire, particularly the skirt, were requested by him.
âWhere was my usual tea this morning?â he asks, eyes unwavering from the pages he's absorbed in.Â
âThe shop was closed this morning, sir, and I thought it best not to go to the other one, as you told me their tea 'looks and tastes like noodle soup.'â Your heart races with annoyance, as you chew the inside of your lip, attempting to hold back any smart-arse remarks.
Iâll tell you where Iâd like to put your tea, sir, Iâd shove it right up your-
âThen, what is this?â He points to the mug you left on his desk in replacement, a look of disdain twisting his face.
âThatâs the tea I made for you, Sir.â
His eyes meet yours for a second with a hard stare. âRight, well next time, how about...donât.âÂ
Your teeth clamp together, jaw tensing as you struggle to bite back your retort, instead opting to take the tea and down it right in front of him. The hot liquid burns your throat as it slides down uncomfortably, and you carefully place the mug back on his desk, wiping the corners of your mouth with your fingertips.
"Is that better, sir?" You smile sweetly, but itâs written all over his face that he knows itâs not genuine judging by the glare he throws your way.
Your stomach somersaults nervously, worrying you've gone too far before his eyes fall back down to his paper.
âI have an unscheduled meeting in twenty minutes, itâs important, so make sure I am not disturbed by anyone. Are we clear?â He meets your eyes again, the intimidating aura he radiates hitting you fiercely.
âY-yes, Mr Kim. Should I delay the ten oâclock meeting then?â
âYouâre a smart girl; figure it out.âÂ
He looks back down at his work, seeming bored of your presence, but you stand there aghast as to what you can reply to that without getting fired.
âGet out.â He waves a hand, dismissing you.
"Right away, sir." You bow dramatically before leaving and closing the door, forcing yourself not to slam it and wishing you could go and scream into a pillow.Â
Mr Kim Taehyung can kiss your arse.
Sitting back down at your desk, searching for anything to get your mind off the frustratingly rude man, when your mobile phone rings, surprising you. Even more so when you see it's your mum.
"Yes, mama, I'll be down this weekend," you say quietly into your phone once you're finally able to get a word in. Keeping your voice low to avoid your slave driver of a boss hearing your personal call.
Your motherâs squeal makes you giggle. "Like I'd miss my parentsâ thirtieth wedding anniversary celebration."
"How long are you staying for this time? It's been too long since I've seen my baby!" she stresses.
You can't help the smile that tugs at your mouth. "I know, mama, I'm still working on that."
"You need to tell that boss of yours that enough is enough before he ends up working you to the bone!" Her disapproving tone makes you feel at home.
You see Mr Kim heading your way, "Hmm-mmm, listen, ma, I've got to go; I'll see you this weekend. Love you." You hang up abruptly and get straight back to typing.
"Personal calls should be taken at personal times," he says firmly, heading off down the hall.
Heat flashes up your chest, and your attempt to bite down a retort wavers, "That would mean me being allowed a personal life, sir, " you call after him.
His steps falter for a brief moment before continuing on with not another word or so much as a glance in your direction.Â
You swallow and let out the breath you didn't realise you'd been holding, envisioning hurling your phone at the back of his head. I wonder how hard I'd have to throw it to knock him unconscious or to at least give him a concussion.
Taking a long breath and trying not to grind your teeth, something that has become a habit lately and focusing back on your workload.
A short while later, Mr Kim is sitting in his unscheduled âimportantâ meeting, meaning you could blissfully get on with paperwork without interruption. However, glancing up from your computer, you notice how tense and somewhat uncomfortable Mr Kim looks, something most uncharacteristic of him. So it does not surprise you when your work phone vibrates loudly at your desk. Looking down, you see the message "Save me," sent from him, your usual code system to get him out of something he really doesn't want to be part of anymore.
Getting up from your desk and striding across the space, you knock quietly on the door before entering.
"Sir, you have an urgent call on--"
"Ah, here she is," Mr Kim beams at you, a sight that is not only shocking because of how rare it is but also how breathtakingly gorgeous his smile is. You stand there frozen in your spot, unsure what has caused this sudden change in his mood. "No need to stand on ceremony, sweetheart; Mr. Jung is well aware of our upcoming nuptials."Â
You stare at him blankly, wondering if he's perhaps having some kind of stroke and considering whether or not you should call an ambulance. He comes over to your rooted feet by the door, and before you can say anything, his arm winds around your waist and guides you over to his desk. You're hyper-aware of his hand on you in such an intimate manner and it infuriates you, boiling your blood liquid hot in your veins. It feels like everything's moving in slow motion while you attempt to piece together all the chaotic thoughts happening in your mind, but nothing makes any sense.Â
Upcoming nuptials? Hell would have to freeze over more than once for you to be hitched to a man as rage-inducing as him. In fact, you'd rather be a miserable, shrivelled-up spinster living with a household full of cats than walk down an aisle where he's waiting for you.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, and please, call me Hoseok." Mr Jung stands up and shakes your hand, offering you a dazzling grin. You don't fail to notice his suspicious gaze raking over you and your boss. "So, a wedding, that sure is exciting, huh?" he asks you, raising an eyebrow as he waits for your response.
You feel Mr Kim's hand dig into your waist, sparking you to say, "Yes, very. Who doesn't love a wedding?"
Hoseok laughs. "It's true, they are such joyous occasions. Are you prepared? Is everything set, I mean?"
Before you can say anything, you hear your boss's baritone voice beside you, sending vibrations through your body and muddling your mind even more. "There are still a few things here and there to take care of, but I have faith it will all be done in time."
"Perfect." The man smiles at you. "So your families know about this wedding?"Â
Hell, I didn't even know about it, so they definitely don't.
"I don't have any family; both my parents died years ago, no siblings or grandparents alive," Mr Kim admits, voice impassive. You can't help but be surprised by this new piece of information. Youâre unsure if that was true or part of his weird ruse, but your heart tugs a little at imagining someone not having anyone, even someone as vile as him.
"Oh, I am sorry," Hoseok offers, "and what about your family?" He aims at you.
"We were planning on telling her family this weekend," Mr Kim interjects. âIt's her parents' wedding anniversary, so we thought we'd go up there for the bank holiday and surprise them, didn't we, sweetheart?"Â
You clench your teeth together to stop your mouth from popping open in shock. He squeezes you closer to his side, a movement that has you tensing your jaw in an attempt to keep the searing in your veins down to a minimum.Â
"Yes, yes, we are," you add, forcing a smile.
"So what happens now?" Mr Kim asks.
You glance up at him, then at Hoseok, who seems to be scrutinising your every move. You resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably in Mr Kim's grasp.
"Well, you'll both have to come in for an interview at some point. Provided you both pass this stage and I deem this marriage legitimate then, we'll fill in the necessary paperwork, you'll no longer be deported and your new visa will be valid."
You no longer hear the words being said, everything becoming muffled and moving in slow motion. Deportation!? Legitimate marriage!? That's why he's made this up, so he can stay in the country.Â
You feel your stomach drop to your feet, heavy, yet threatening to shoot up and out of your mouth, decorating his office carpet.
"Great. Is there anything else you need from us, Mr Jung?"
He taps his chin and stares at you quizzically. "Just make sure neither of you are lying, then we'll have no problems. A fine and prison time is not to be looked at lightly."
What!? You laugh nervously. "People actually get sent to prison for that?"
He nods. "Sure, it happens all the time. You could face up to five years in prison and a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar fine, and yet people still think that they can trick us." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Anyway, I'll be sending you both a letter about when and where your interview will occur, most likely in a few weeks, I look forward to seeing you both then."Â
You shake hands before he's gone and both of you are rooted to the spot, staring after him.Â
Soon enough, Mr Kim moves back around to his desk, flicking through his papers, his eyes focused as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.
You stand there frozen, waiting for some kind of explanation, and when nothing comes, you speak up, "Excuse me, sir, but what was that?"
He sighs as if bored by your presence and continues to focus on the files in front of him. "They were going to fire me once I got deported and give Mr Park my job."
You stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.Â
"Don't worry, we'll get married and get a quickie divorce. It will be over in no time."
You feel like your feet will surely collapse from the weight of this burden that has suddenly become yours. Without asking or consenting, you've ended up in a situation you're unsure how to deal with or get out of.
"Sir," you finally speak, breaking through your stunned silence and swallowing the burning you feel rising into your throat. "I cannot marry you."
Finally, he drops his papers and meets your panicked eyes. "Listen, you don't really have a choice; if you don't, I'll fire you and ensure that any new job you apply for will have zero interest in hiring you. I'll make something up so terrible you'll be blacklisted, and where will that leave you, after all the hard work you've put in during the last three years? Hmm?"
You stare into his cold, dark eyes and know there's no hint of a lie or an exaggeration in his words.Â
âAll of those late nights runs to the grocery store for me, all the weekend calls and late night working will have been for nothing.â
You struggle to find the words, feeling your world crashing in on you and smothering you beyond belief. Feeling yourself being pushed against a rock and a mountain with nowhere to escape, when all your legs want to do is run.
You suck deep breaths into your lungs.Â
He would ruin your career and everything you've worked so hard for. In one fell swoop, your life would be over. For the last three years your job has been everything, not allowing an ounce of a social life; no holidays and no relationships, nothing has existed outside of your job.
Not to mention, how could you afford your apartment if you had no job? You'd have to move back home with your parents to small-town life...the thought made your stomach churn, that was more frightening than anything.Â
"If I do this, I'm taking a big risk here, so I'm going to need some assurances."
He smirks, sinking back into his chair and folding his arms across his chest. The material of his blazer stretched across his bicep muscles, giving him an even more intimidating edge.
"I wasn't aware you were in a position to make demands."
Your hands clench into fists at your sides, longing to make a connection to his perfectly chiselled jaw, as anger bubbles inside the deepest pit of hatred you have for this man.
"I could go to prison! You're not asking me to go on a business trip; you're asking me to marry you so you can stay in the country! So, you either give me what I want, or I quit here and now, and bye-bye, Mr Kim, hello, Mr Park." turning towards his office door, your face flushes with angry heat. Feeling brazen and reckless, two can play at this game and if you are going to do this, you are damn sure you're going to make it worth your while.
"Wait," he says quickly.
Glancing back, you watch the smugness on his features slowly die as he realises how serious you are. "What is it you want?"
"A promotion. Not a bullshit one you make up so I can continue assisting you either."
He sighs and massages his temples. "Ok, ok, fine. How about the head of a department?"
You've wanted that since you started at this company; ever since you were hired, that has been your focus and the only thing getting you through this role.
"Hm, which department?" You act coy, knowing there's only one answer you want to hear.
He rubs his face and groans, his cool, calm exterior well and truly forgotten. "Design. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Taken aback by how he could have known that you pause for a moment before composing yourself once again. "Yes. I want it in writing and signed by you."Â
"Fine."
You nod, feeling a triumphant bloom expand in your chest.
"Are we done here?" He asks.
"Ask me nicely."Â
His hands come down hard on the desk; an exasperated look withers his face. "What?"
"Ask me nicely to marry you."
His mouth pops open, closes, and opens again. His cheeks flush, and the sight makes you smile. Who would have thought something so simple would make him blush?
"That's ridiculous."
"Ok, goodbye, Mr Kim; I wish I could say nice knowing you." You turn and push his office door open.
"Alright," he calls. "JustâŠ.shut the door."
You can hear the pleading in his voice, knowing how desperate he is and wondering how much you should take advantage of that. You do as he says, step back into the room, and watch with unashamed amusement as he stands up and rounds his desk, closing the gap between you rather sheepishly.
He takes a deep breath as his eyes stay fixed on your blazer's lapels. "Will-"
"On one knee, please." You interrupt.
His cheeks darken as he prepares to argue, but he second-thinks as his eyes flit desperately between yours. He slowly sinks down onto the ground at your feet and plasters on a fake and yet still dazzling smile, "Will you, please, marry me?" he finally says, sarcasm dripping off of every word.
For a moment, you enjoy the sight of him on his knees in front of you, looking up through thick eyelashes, but your abhorrence of him stops your mind from going any further.
"Fine," you reply with a smirk as you walk out, leaving him staring at your back. If you are doing this for him, you sure as hell are going to make him pay for it.
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have you read the books too? i was more of a movie girlie than the tv series (that's how i found out about this whole world) đ
this was when i was sad af me thinks and i was trying new shits lmao i'm glad the emotions came thru!! tysm for this review kiki đ„ș
please, lie to me | pjm (m.)
pairing: seelie!jimin x mundane!reader
summary: âcenturies of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?â
rating: 18+
genre: urban fantasy, shadowhunters!au, angst, smut, fwb!au? (not really), faerie!au
word count: 11k (lol what happened)
warnings: explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex (the fae donât do protections), pet names, praise kink, fingering, breast play, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, rough sex (whatâs new), creampie, manhandling, exhibitionism, marking, edging, forced orgasm, light bruises, a lot of begging, some messy emotional sex, poor OC but Jimin justâ
a/n: this is part of The Fabled Collaboration hosted by @kimtaehyunq (thank you for this gorgeous banner and for being patient with me >.<), @joontopia & @whipped-for-kpop-fics. iâve had this idea even before i joined this event so what a coincidence! the fic will have aspects from the Shadowhunter Chronicles by @cassandraclare, particularly The Mortal Instruments. i also wanna thank @lemonjoonah for being supportive when iâm nervous of writing this genre that iâm only used to reading đ„ș.
also, listen this song/score while reading, especially near the end to be in the feels (i cried while writing for the first time lol)
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âTo love is to destroyâ
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one of your girls (pt. 2) (jungkook x reader)
we go 'round again, we jump back in bed that's what you do when you love somebody these bad omens, i look right through them that's what you do when you love somebody bad omens by 5sos
pairing: jungkook x fem oc
tags: smut, angst, fluff, fuckboy!jk, fwb rel, oc is...she thinks with her heart <//3, college au, jungkook is sus and a bit mean but is oc any better ? hmmmm
warnings: kissing, fingering, protected sex, mirror kink, backshots wooo but make it romantic, light choking, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare, cuddling :o
word count: 6k
a/n: weeeee part 2 is finally here !! sorry this took so long yall. i have two more parts to release for this series (flashback then part 3). anw happy reading !! uhhhhhh the ending..dont scream at me :D / part 1 / drabble i (flashback)
taglist: @yuwaimo @haileycannotcometothephonern @hoseokteardrop @hoodrejects @agrika @joonwater @moonchild1
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It's sunny today which calls for hanging out at the quad. It's what you and your friends usually do to take advantage of the rare warm days. Jihyo's busy bickering with Mingyu, you don't know what they're really talking about because you're busy re-writing your notes. You haven't seen Jimin yet but he texted the group chat saying he's just buying food. And Jungkook...well you don't know if he's going to show up today. You haven't talked to him since that night. It's just been three days anyway.
You feel someone sit down beside you and you notice it's Jimin. He's wearing those skinny jeans he loves so much because he says it makes his ass look nice. You roll your eyes every time he mentions that.
"Cool guy alert," Mingyu suddenly calls out. You whip your head up to stare at Jimin who's wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses you've ever seen, it's covering half of his face already.
"Too sunny for you, Jiminie?" Jihyo teases this time.
You all watch Jimin silently as he removes the sunglasses. His left eye is bruised and it's ugly and purple and almost black.
"What the fuck," Jihyo says to break the silence. "What happened to you?"
Jimin doesn't say anything yet, just simply fixes his hair and shakes his head. You can tell he's trying not to get angry because his jaw is clenched.
"Jimin?" you whisper.
"It was Jungkook," he says gruffly. Your heart stops again at the mention of his name. Why would Jimin and Jungkook fight? Their friendship is pretty solid and they always get along well. You've never seen them annoyed at each other.
Your eyes flit to Mingyu and you think he knows what happened because he's silent, no hint of surprise on his face. He's looking down at the table while playing with his food.
"You guys never fight," Jihyo interjects. "What happened?"
Jimin turns to face you and you suddenly think you know why. You don't want to say it yourself but you think you've got an inkling why Jungkook punched him. You just hope you're wrong.
"You need to talk to him," Jimin tells you, completely ignoring Jihyo's question. You nod silently and check your phone to see if Jungkook has texted you at all. Of course he hasn't. Typical. But you'll find him today. You don't know exactly what went down but Jimin telling you to find him confirms your suspicions. It's enough to get you mad, your body heating and tensing up in simmering anger. You don't mind what Jungkook does to you, how he hurts your feelings without intending to, how he treats you like you're some disposable object, like you're just there always on the sidelines waiting for him. What you can't tolerate is Jungkook bringing both your friends into your situationship. What goes on between you and Jungkook should stay between you both and that's it. You can't handle him hurting Jimin as well.
There are a few places where you think Jungkook might be. You walk to the cafeteria first and search for him in the crowd. He's not there so you head to the library instead and your heart drops the moment you see him talking to some girl.
"Hey," you practically shout, suprising the people in the library and yourself as well, even. You're usually never this angry. Never address someone in such a venomous way. But you can't help but feel irked at what Jungkook's done.
He looks back and his eyes widen at your angry form. It only lasts for a second before he smirks and walks closer to you.
"Yeah?" he says, all smug and cocky.
"We need to talk."
Then you turn around and start walking out of the library, could hear Jungkook walking behind you already. Girl he was talking to all forgotten.
Surprisingly, you end up at his place.
You walk into his living room, ignoring him when he tells you to take a seat on the couch.
"Did you punch Jimin?" you ask right away, wanting to get this stupid issue over with.
You watch as his jaw clenches, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He looks at you for a moment, eyes in slits at your hostility. "And what if I did?"
"What the fuck was that, Jungkook?" You look at him with stern eyes and could tell he's angry as well, chest rising up and down in quick breaths.
"Don't mess with my friends," he says.
"Jimin is my friend too!" you retort. "What happens between me and Jimin has nothing to do with you."
"Justâ"
"Just what, Jungkook?" you cut him off. "You had no right to punch Jimin like that. Why'd you even do it in the first place?" You place your hands on your hips as you wait for him to answer you, puffing out a breath in frustration.
He looks a bit lost, eyes darting from side to side to look for an answer. The longer the silence goes, the shorter your patience gets.
"Well?" you prompt.
"Just don't, alright?" he says lamely. You roll your eyes. "You can sleep with anyone else exceptâ"
"Who the fuck gave you the right to tell me who I can and can't sleep with?" You're almost screaming now but you don't care. This push and pull with Jungkook is making you so angry you want to punch him. You walk up to him and shove at his chest but he barely stumbles back. It just angers you even further. "I don't even give you shit when you sleep with other girls!" You continue pushing him back, practically punching his chest now. "It's not like you agreed to be exclusive. You said it yourself that you still wanted to fuck around. That was the agreement."
Jungkook grabs your wrists to stop you from pushing him. You watch him clench his jaw as he makes eye contact with you. "What if I want to take back what I said?"
"What?" you mumble dumbly, all the fight leaving your body.
He lets go of your wrists and takes a step back. You watch him pace back and forth in his room. "What if I want us to be exclusive?"
You say the first thing that comes to mind. "You're lying." He must be. He's just trying to lure you in, get him on your good side again.
He looks at you dead in the eyes and it seems like all the anger and frustration is leaving his body as well. He looks defeated and tired, and you're sure you look the same. "I'm not. I never lie to you."
"You do, Kook," you say quietly. But you're not saying it to make him feel bad. You're simply saying it because it's the truth and both of you know that.
He sits down beside you on his bed and buries his face in his hands. You watch him and try to keep your tears at bay.
"Kook, if this is some sick jokeâ"
"It's not," he says all of a sudden. "What if I want us to be exclusive?" he tries again.
You don't like it when he looks at you like that. Like you matter to him. Like he actually cares. Like he feels the same way as you. Looking into his eyes is too much so you turn your head away and stare at the wall instead.
"Why?" you whisper.
"Because..." he tries. "Becauseâ"
"Because what, Kook? Suddenly you don't like the idea of me sleeping with other guys? But you can sleep with other girls? And if I say yes to you, what'll happen then?" you say harshly. "Huh? You're gonna forget about me? Just use me whenever you want?"
"It's not like that, sweetheart." He tries grabbing your hand but you shake him off. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, suddenly wanting to be away from him. Being near Jungkook clouds your senses and makes you act irrationally.
"Don't call me that." You feel your lips trembling and you're pretty sure tears are streaming down your face. "I don't know what you want from me, Jungkook. You can't even explain why you want us to be exclusive."
He mirrors your expression, big doe eyes suddenly teary as well. "I'm sorry," he chokes out. It stays silent after that. You nod to yourself. Maybe this is the best explanation you'll get. You gather your things and mumble a goodbye. You exit his bedroom and Jungkook doesn't chase after you. At this point you don't expect him to anymore. You bump into Mingyu and Jihyo upon exiting Jungkook's apartment. They call out to you but you ignore them and speed walk out of the building.
Your heart hurts. Like, it physically hurts. You know you should feel happy with what Jungkook's just told you. It's what you wanted ever since you fell for him. But why are you pushing away? Why don't you want to believe him all of a sudden?
Because you used to. Believe him, that is. Used to look at him all starry eyed with whatever he said. Said yes to whatever he asked. Looked at him like he can achieve world peace. Something stupid of the sort. Wore your heart on your sleeve every time you were with him. Even when you weren't, now that you think about it.
You always showed your feelings through your actions. He just showed his feelings through his words.
It's different but it's the same. This time you don't believe him. Stopped believing his words some time ago. Always knew there was some lie beneath his words. Always doubted what he said. Or just brushed it over your shoulder. Never let it settle in the crevices of your heart, which is sadly just filled with him. Him, him, him.
Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
You should feel sorry for yourself for how much he's changed you without even trying to directly. You never thought you'd have to change yourself for a man. But here he is, making you doubt him and the world. You were never like this before.
You thought love was easy. That if it was the right person, everything would fall into place naturally. You didn't know love would be like this. That you'd always be cautious, always had your walls up, looking over your shoulder. That you had to fight for love, or that it hurt so much you found difficulty in breathing.
But is Jungkook the right person?
It's not something you want to answer yourself, because you'll get hurt either way. You just brush the thought aside like you do with your feelings.
You don't go back to your apartment because you know Jihyo thinks it'll be the first place you go to. Will barge in your room because she has a spare key. Is confrontational and protective of you like that, she'll ask questions right away.
But you don't want to think of what just transpired. You want to forget. Move on. Not sure if that means moving on from Jungkook entirely (you doubt you ever will) but you just want to forget about today.
So you keep walking. No destination in mind, you just let your feet walk you to wherever. Away from campus. Walking through some random park. Eventually, you end up at a Korean BBQ. Don't realize the meaning this place holds till you're seated. It's Jungkook's favorite restaurant. He brought you here twice.
Now you're here alone. You start feeling pathetic. Who the fuck goes to a restaurant like this alone? You scan the areaâyou see couples, friends, families eating together. But you're alone which means you have to grill the meat alone. Serve yourself. Eat by yourself.
You order two bottles of soju. Might as well be drunk while looking pathetic.
You think you've made a good decision. The food is good and you're doing everything yourself so you have no time to think about other things. Or people. Person.
You flip the meat only to see that you've flipped it too early. It's not properly cooked yet. Jungkook always knew when to flip it at the right time.
You sigh. That was what, twenty minutes of him being out of your head? At least it's progress. Somewhat.
After a while you decide you can't inhale anymore food. You'll probably explode. But a happy tummy is a happy heart. Or whatever people say. You're drunk, can't think straight. You're drunk but not stupid, so you ask Jihyo if she can pick you up.
She simply replies otw and is outside the restaurant ten minutes later. She comes in full forceâwhich is really just Mingyu and Jimin with her in the car. It's Mingyu's car, anyway, so you expected to see him. You don't know why Jimin's with them, but you don't mind. Seeing your group of friends eases the ache in your heart even more. Even though one person's missing.
You don't mind. Well, just a little.
You smile at them as you walk to the car while Jihyo runs out of it to give you a big hug. She doesn't say anything as she rubs your back soothingly and you don't cry on her shoulder like you normally would. You're too tired of crying. Being sad.
You don't say anything as the both of you get back in the car. They don't ask about what happened and for that you're grateful. You don't want to process it yet, anyway. Don't think there's much to process. You love Jungkook and he doesn't love you back. Simple.
Your friends fill in the quiet pretty well. Jimin goes off on some tangent. You don't really know the topic. But Jihyo's interjecting from time to time. Mingyu makes a joke and it has all of you laughing. Eventually you get to Jimin's place. It's the usual hangout spot. A one bedroom apartment with a nice balcony. Not too big but not too small either. Just right for the four of you.
Usually five.
You don't know what transpired after you left Jungkook's place. How Mingyu and Jihyo saw you running out with tears down your cheeks. You don't know and you don't ask. You all watch a movie together. All fall asleep in Jimin's living room. Will complain about your backs hurting the next morning but you don't care. It's nice to be around them.
You leave Jimin's place the morning after. You, Mingyu and Jihyo leave because Jimin shoos all of you out. Says he has an exam to study for. He'll probably complain about it during lunch. Tuesdays are reserved for lunch with each other. Out on the quad, if it's sunny enough. In the cafeteria otherwise. You're not sure if Jungkook will show up. You doubt he will.
Mingyu and Jihyo walk you home. You shower and get ready for class. You move as if you're on autopilot. Shower. Get dressed. Get the right textbooks. Lock your door. Walk to class.
You put yourself in this bubble, in this false sense of security that things are ok. You'll be okay. You've been through a lot and you're still here standing, breathing, living. This? This is nothing.
You just have to give yourself time. Have to push your feelings away. Out of sight, out of mind. Don't think it works like that when it's about your feelings. Whatever. Your heart will mend itself back to place.
But what makes a heart whole? It's people, mostly. It's your friends. Your family.
Jungkook.
Always gonna be Jungkook.
And you're back at square one.
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jk (sent two weeks ago): can we talk?
jk (sent one week ago): hi
jk (sent one week ago): can we talk pls?
jk (sent five days ago): y/n?
jk (sent three days ago): im so sorry, y/n. i just want to talk. please.
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It's been two weeks since the incident and your group hasn't been complete ever since. Either Mingyu and Jihyo are with Jungkook, or with you. Things are starting to change for the worse, and it's making you sad.
At least Jimin and Jungkook have made up already. You don't know the details exactly (because you didn't ask), but you've heard that they've started hanging out again.
You and Jungkook?
You haven't replied to any of his texts. You haven't seen him for two weeks. It's weird. It feels like there's something wrong, something off. Like there's a small pebble in your shoe. Like there's a nagging voice in your head telling you to go back home because you forgot to unplug your straightener.
Like you're missing a piece of you. This hole in your chest that leaves you feeling empty.
You miss Jungkook. And not just the sex. You also miss the friendship. The intimate moments.
You don't have the courage to ask about him, to text him back or look for him. Frankly, you're still hurt from what transpired and you think you might just break if he hurts you again.
It's even raining today. The cold and gloomy weather dampens your mood even more. You baked cookies to try to cheer you up. You used to love baking but haven't done so in a while, you're not really sure why. But you needed an extra pick me up today.
You're holding the tupperware of cookies close to your chest when you walk in the cafeteria, looking for your friends. You always bake extra for themâlove the looks on their faces when Jihyo counts all the cookies first and divides it accordingly, when Mingyu gets more than what he should have, when they all fight over the last piece.
When Jungkook would ask if you had extra cookies back at your place.
You don't think that'll happen anymore.
You spot your friends by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, next to a large window where the rain hits it outside in a steady patter.
You see Mingyu who's taking to Jimin, Jihyo typing something on her laptop.
And there's the missing piece, beanie-clad head hung low, tattooed hand busy writing on his notebook.
You feel your heart lurch in your chest. You stop walking, not minding that you're blocking the way.
You take deep breaths to calm your nerves. You have to see each other at some point. And also, you don't want your friends to feel awkward anymore.
You continue walking again and because the universe wants to torture you even further, the only available seat left is right across Jungkook.
"Hi," you chirp, trying to sound as cheery as you can as you sit down. Mingyu, Jihyo and Jimin all look at you in surprise, then Jimin starts talking about his day to fill in the awkward silence. The three of them try to make things go back to normal. You would've laughed at the looks of your friends' faces (sans Jungkook, because you refuse to look at him) if you didn't feel so nervous.
You join in the conversation as well, not an ounce of sadness shown on your face. You don't want your situation with Jungkook to affect the rest of your friends.
The both of you never address each other directly, but you do feel him looking at you from time to time.
You place the cookies in the middle of the table. Like old times, Jihyo counts all the cookies and tells everyone they can only have three pieces each. Mingyu eats more than three. The three of them fight over the last piece, Jimin proposing that they battle it out through rock paper scissors.
You're laughing at the scene in front of you. Good thing you saved some for yourself back at your apartment.
Amidst the chaos, you feel Jungkook lean over the table to whisper in your ear.
"You got more cookies back at yours?"
Your body stiffens at the proximity. Usually you'd say yes. He'd follow you home, make some small talk while you place cookies in a ziplock for him, then he'd hug you goodbye.
That was before the agreement. It was essentially the same routine when you started sleeping with each other, though of course he'd stay a little bit longer.
You turn your head and look at him for the first time. You will yourself not to cry, to steel your emotions.
He looks so soft, so comfy like he just rolled out of bed. He's wearing a beanie to tame his curls, and he's wearing one of his oversized shirts paired with gray sweatpants.
He smells good too. And you realize that you really, really miss him.
"Yeah," you say just as quietly. You feel your heart lighten, but your head's screaming at you to reject him.
Jungkook doesn't say anything else and neither do you. You wait for your friends to finish eating and once everyone stands up, Jungkook walks to your side. Jihyo looks at you quizzically but you just shake your head, silently telling her not to voice out anything out loud. You say your goodbyes and start walking towards your apartment, Jungkook right beside you.
It's silent. And a little bit awkward. You're thinking of what to tell him, whether he wants to talk about what happened, or he just wants your damn cookies.
You close the door behind the both of you and you immediately walk to your small kitchen, grabbing the container of extra cookies and putting some in a ziplock, like you usually do. You feel from the corner of your eyes that Jungkook's watching you, and you feel like your heart is about to burst at what he might say.
"About that night..." he starts.
You sigh and drop the cookies on the counter, turning to him to look at him directly. For the first time in a while, Jungkook looks nervous. Fingers fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"You know I like you, right?" you suddenly say.
"Yeah," he answers right away without a beat of hesitation.
"Then I want to stop whatever it is we have between us."
You watch Jungkook's face for his reaction. How his eyes widen, how he clenches and unclenches his fists, how his chest rises up and down in quick beats.
"Why?" he simply asks.
You bite your lip in thought, thinking of the right words to say. "I can't let you treat me like shit anymore, Jungkook. It's not healthy for the both of us. I don't know how you feel or what you want but look," you sigh. "You punched Jimin because what? Because I slept with him?"
"What if I want us to try?"
Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, for your heart to lurch in your chest, body seizing at the question. Acting the same way you did when he asked the first time.
"Try?"
Jungkook nods, lips pursed as he walks closer to you. "You and me. Let's try. No more fooling around with other people." He swears under his breath as he comes to stand in front of you, both arms caging you against the counter. He breathes out and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed like he's tired.
You're tired as well. But you let him do what he wants. Like you always do.
"(Y/N)," he starts to say. "Look, Iâ The thought of you sleeping with someone else... It made me crazy," he laughs dryly.
You lean back and scrunch your eyebrows at him. "Jungkook, I'm not some object for you to be possessive over. You just can'tâ"
"I don't mean it like that," he says, looking at you directly now. Your knees would've buckled at the intensity of his gaze were it not for your body leaning on the kitchen counter. "I just mean..." He turns his head to look away. "I just mean I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else anymore. Doing the things we do."
You open your mouth in reply then close it again when you realize you don't know what to say. You've been waiting to hear this confession for so long, but now that you've heard it, you're suddenly not happy. You're unsure. Guarded. Hurt.
"Jungkook," you whisper unsurely.
He turns his head back to you, gaze right on your lips before he locks eyes with you again.
"We can try. Please," he whispers. It's weird seeing Jungkook this way, all vulnerable and desperate. Begging. Usually, you'd be in his position. Not the other way around. "I promise this time."
You feel your resolve slowly crumbling. All the walls you've built up from your last interaction with him come falling down. You should hate yourself, you really should. But you know where your heart lies. What it wants. That you'd take any inkling of love he'd give you. Even if he may not mean it. Even if it might not last forever.
"Okay," you say, and the moment you do, you see the most beautiful smile grace his face. It makes you smile as well, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head to say no. "But we start slowly, alright?"
He nods his head, smile still there, body slowly pressing against yours. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck and your arms automatically go around him.
"Kook," you sigh. "We should probably talk firstâ"
"In the morning, baby," he says in between the kisses he's placing on your shoulder. "I promise."
You play with his hair while Jungkook does what he wants. Kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, up to your jaw. It's playful at first, big smooches echoing in your apartment. Then it starts getting heated the moment you feel his tongue on your skin.
"J-Jungkook," you stutter.
He grips your waist and lifts you up so you're seated on the counter. "You drive me crazy, I hope you know that."
You smile at him and say nothing else as you grab his face towards yours, finally reconnecting your lips with his. It's soft and sensual, no sense of urgency like how you usually kiss. Like how Jungkook had somewhere to be after. Or that he wanted to get it over with.
He's taking his time now by the way his lips mold slowly against yours, like he wants to map out how you taste, how you feel, how your tongue feels like pressed against his.
You stay like that for a while, just kissing and basking in each other's presence. Jungkook holds your waist firmly like he doesn't want to let go. Frankly, you don't want him to either.
You start getting antsy so you grab the hem of his shirt and try to slip it over his head. He laughs at your impatience as you throw the shirt somewhere in your apartment, hands going to his back instantly. Scratching your nails lightly down his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then your hands go down to his pants and you start toying with his jeans.
"Sweetheart," he leans back and chuckles. He holds your face gently. "There's no need to rush, okay? We've got all the time in the world."
You lean back as well, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay," you agree. "Yeah, sorry."
"Let me take my time with you," he murmurs as he leans in again to kiss you.
Jungkook does his take time. Practically kisses every inch of your skin. Takes off your clothing one by one. Fingers you slowly that you're seeing stars. Cleans you up with his mouth that you're left breathless and dizzy. Disoriented. You're both (finally) naked by the time you're in bed.
"Look at yourself, baby," he whispers right into your ear.
His words go in your ear and out the other, head too clouded with the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. You don't understand what he's telling you to do until he gently grabs your chin and turns it to where he wants you to look. Your eyes spot your full length mirror. You see yourself, bare and sitting on the bed with your legs folded beneath you, thighs open and pussy on display. Jungkook's right behind you in a similar position, body so big and wide that you notice the stark difference of your bodies.
You see your chest heaving up and down, tits moving in sync with your breaths. Your hands are resting on his thighs. Jungkook slithers his arm to wrap around your waist. Finally, you lock eyes with him through the mirror.
"See?" he says, though you don't really know what he wants you to see. "You look so pretty. S'why I can't get enough of you."
"Oh," you breathe out.
"Yeah, oh," Jungkook chuckles lightly. "Gonna fuck you now, okay?"
You nod your head in reply and Jungkook lifts you up a bit to enter you from behind. You gasp when he fills you up right away, a perfect fit like always. He starts thrusting slowly but deeply, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix each time. You would've toppled forward were it not for his protective hold around your waist.
"Feels good," you finally moan out.
"I know, baby," he pants from behind you. "You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."
Your heart seizes at that, and all words get stuck in your throat when Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, both hands going to your chest to cup your breasts.
Jungkook presses his chest to your back, practically molding himself around your body, you're starting to feel as one. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips on your sweaty skin.
"I might not last long," he grunts.
"Me too," you mewl. It stays silent for a while, just both your breaths filling the room. It's not like you need to say anything, to be vocal like you both usually are. It's different this time and you know Jungkook can feel it too. With the way his body is pressed to yours, to his tight hold on you like you might disappear into thin air if he lets go, how his mouth never seems to leave your skin, how your hand holds his. Like you're too overwhelmed with the events that happened today, the past few weeksâsince this started. That it's all coming to an end, but an end with a new beautiful beginning. It feels overwhelming because you're entering new territory. You still have your doubts (you don't think those will ever leave), but at least now you're on the same page with Jungkook. Together. Jumping into the unknown. Even if you're not sure how this will turn outâbeing together with him, for real this time. If it'll end in greater heartbreak or will be your best decision yet. But you're here because you want to try. You've let him in because you want to try. Because your heart has been with his from the start, you realize.
You're brought back to reality when Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap around your throatânot tightly, a hold barely there but firm enough to know he has you in his hold. You stare at yourself again in the mirror, at Jungkook moving his hips from behind you. How you're so pressed into each other.
"Jungkook," you choke out, suddenly so overwhelmed and full of emotion. His gaze shifts from your body to your face, looking at you through the mirror so intently you feel like melting. You move your hips back to meet his thrusts, your body feeling like it's on fire and that you might snap soon. "Kook, Iâ"
"I know, baby," he murmured. "I know." Knows that you're close, that this moment feels different, electrifying. "I got you, okay?" he whispers so sweetly. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "Let go for me. Hm?"
"Okay," you whisper, eyes closing and focusing on doing just that. It doesn't take you much longer to reach your peak, to let go and let the pleasure take control of your body. It comes to you gradually, getting stronger and stronger, and Jungkook talks you through it all. Though you can't make out his words since everything sounds so muffled. Like you're under water and the wave's crashed.
"Gonna come too," he grunts. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby. I can'tâ"
Jungkook reaches his orgasm after and fills up the condom. Fucks you so slow and deep through his high it sets you off once more. Don't realize that his finger is rubbing your clit slowly. Like he wanted you to reach your high again.
"That's it," he whispers. "So good for me."
You almost fall face first on your bed, but Jungkook catches you with a hand around your waist. Moves you around the bed so that you're laying on your back with him right beside you. You curl into him instantly as his arm wraps around your shoulder. He brings his lips to the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss.
You close your eyes and listen to the beat of his heart slowing down, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. "We need to clean up soon," you mumble after a while.
"I'll do it," he mumbles back. "Let me justâ Let me catch my breath first."
You laugh lightly, your body slowly succumbing to sleep. You feel Jungkook stand up and for a second your heart seizes in your chest. You keep your eyes closed while you try to listen for any sounds of clothes being picked up, of him getting dressed.
All you hear is your bathroom door being open then closed, then you feel a damp washcloth between your legs, and only then does your heart start beating again. Jungkook's back beside you in bed a few moments later, and then you finally succumb to sleep.
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An alarm wakes you up the next morning. You know it isn't yours since it's not the usual ringtone you use. You open your eyes slowly and smile sleepily at Jungkook's arm draped across your waist. You look back to see him sleeping peacefully, mouth slightly ajar. You reach your arm out to your beside table to look for the noisy phone, realizing it's Jungkook's when you bring it close to your face to turn off the alarm.
You notice he's gotten a few notifications since last night, are about to place it back on your table when a text stands out to you. Waking you up fully. Your tummy churning, your breath seizing.
You can't see the preview of the message, but the name is enough to leave you feeling dizzy.
It's from Iseul. You know her because she's one of Jungkook's regulars. And you know this because she texts him a lot, her name always popping up in his phone. Not that you secretly went through it before, but sometimes Jungkook likes showing his phone to you and your friends, either of a cool photo he took lately or some random meme.
You try to stop your thoughts from thinking of the worst, but you can't help it. You and Jungkook haven't talked much about your relationship, because there is a lot to talk about. You know it won't all be fixed in one sitting. So you don't know if they're still seeing each other. You don't know if he meant what he said last night.
You start feeling ill, your palms sweating and your head beginning to pound. You find yourself standing up, getting dressed and grabbing just your phone with you. Never mind the fact that you're leaving Jungkook yet you're in your place. That he might still be here when you're back, whenever that will be. For the first time since you started this thing with him, you leave without saying goodbye.
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bad idea - from the start
pairing: bodyguard!jungkook x richdaughter! reader
summary: jungkookâs introduced as your new bodyguard, no matter how much you try to get rid of him, you canât seem to do so, but he doesnât seem too bad when he takes care of you after your hangover anyways.
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âI swear I wonât go over my budget again, just please, I donât need one!â You raise your voice a little in frustration, as your father sitting across the table from you gives you a warning look.
You sink back into the uncomfortably hard dining chair in response. You truly believed you didnât need a whole bodyguard to watch over you, after all, you werenât a child anymore. So why was your father so persistent in getting you one?
âLook, it isnât about your budget or your spendings sweetheart,â He sighs, placing down the fork in his hand onto the designer plate in front of him. âItâs also going to be convenient for you, I wouldnât have to pay the driver to send you places, since the bodyguard Iâll get for you would be able to drive you anywhere, anytime, and itâs a little company in this huge house! Heâll be able to hold the million shopping bags you bring home each time too,â
You roll your eyes at your dadâs joke, a smile slowly creeping onto your face in response.
âAnd itâs for your own safety too ___, you know what happened to me before I got my own guards,â he tells you.
You nod in response, even though you still felt as though it was not necessary for you to have someone watching over you.
Youâll do whatever it takes to get rid of the bodyguard.
-
Thatâs how you find yourself standing in front of Jungkook, as you study his figure up and down while your dad rambles on about the stuff Jungkook has to do.
His boots are unnecessarily chunky, you feel. The cologne he was wearing hits your nose as you studied his face, tall nose, huge eyes, lip piercing, tattooed arm, veins tracing his arms.
â___, are you listening?â You snap out of your daze, head whipping towards your father who was currently sitting in his office chair, frowning at your distracted state.
âSorry, what did you say?â You send him an apologetic smile, as he shakes his head, repeating himself.
âI was saying, Jungkook here has a car, so heâll be able to take you shopping later since you had mentioned that earlier,â
âWhat? I can take the driver, I donât need him to follow me,â
âIâm banning you from the driver, I need him to commute me to my office and home so heâs off limits,â Your father only laughs as he watches your jaw drop.
âDad, you canât do that!â
âYes I can, I just did, so now Jungkook will be your driver, go on,â He points towards the door, signaling for you to get out of his office.
You can only huff as you trudge out of his office, hearing Jungkookâs boots thud against the floor loudly as he follows you from behind.
Walking towards the other end of the hallway into your bedroom, you halt in your steps as you realise the thudding of a certain someoneâs boots has stopped.
You turn around to see Jungkook, standing stiffly outside the door frame, watching you with his big eyes.
âFine, come in,â You sigh, as Jungkook smiles at you, entering your room.
He scans the place, the walls are white, thereâs some polaroid pictures of you and your friends, he presumes, stuck on the wall. Thereâs a vanity placed in the corner of your room and you have a whole walk-in closet at the other end of your room. Thereâs a desk next to your vanity, a small portrait of a young girl, probably you, framed up on it. Your bed is pretty big for one person, but he isnât surprise, considering your dad was the CEO of a top company, you for sure had been spoiled by him.
Jungkook watches as you walk to your vanity, turning on the lights that surround the mirror as you sit on the chair. You look up and make eye contact with him through the mirror, as Jungkook stiffens up.
âYou can like- I donât know, sit somewhere you know? You donât have to be like at full attention as if thereâs going to be someone kidnapping me or something,â You tell him with a straight face, but Jungkook only smiles at that, taking a seat at the chair next to your desk.
Itâs still awkward for the both of you, Jungkook doesnât know what to do, he only stares at his hands, fingers tracing over the tattoos on his hand. His legs shake as if heâs extremely nervous, contrasting to his bold demeanor.
You turn on your music, connecting your phone to the speaker in the ceiling of your room. Jungkook watches as you put on your makeup, and you feel his gaze from behind.
âIâm gonna do a lot of shopping today, just warning you,â You look back at him through the mirror as he sends you an amused smile.
âIâll have a ton of bags to bring home, are you sure you can carry them?â Hopefully he chickens out from not wanting to carry the millions of bags you mentioned and maybe Jungkook will not follow you to the mall.
âYep,â He pops the last sound, âIâll carry all the bags you want,â
You slump in your chair in defeat, it was worth the try.
-
âWhat kind of song is this,â You grumble as Jungkook laughs, turning up the volume of the Arctic Monkeys song.
âHey, donât be mean, itâs my favourite band,â He looks over to you when the car stops at the traffic light.
Youâre currently sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkookâs Mercedes, as he drives you to the mall. The lavender scent is strong, probably from the million scent packets Jungkook has hidden in the car.
âWell, I have better taste in music than you for sure,â You tell him, grabbing the phone connected to the aux as you switch songs.
âPfft, Taylor Swift? Come on,â He rolls his eyes before averting his gaze back to the road once the light turns green.
You gasp, âWhat are you implying? Iâm planning to go to her concert next month and since you donât like her music, frankly I think you can skip out,â
Jungkook only chuckles at your attempt, âNice attempt there, Iâm still following you,â
Second attempt failed. Nice one, ___.
âThen you better get used to liking her music, Iâm gonna play it everywhere now, maybe youâll get sick of it,â You taunt him, but it has barely any effect on the man.
âSure, maybe Iâll even become her superfan after hearing her music a thousand times, then Iâll be so eager to go to her concert with you,â He raises his eyebrow playfully at you as you roll your eyes.
This was going to be a hard one.
-
Jungkook has at least ten shopping bags in his hands, yet he doesnât seem like he needs a break. He looks like he can hold ten more and still be able to hold another ten.
âYou sure youâre not just shopping to try and get me to hold all these bags and eventually give up?â Jungkook calls out from behind, as you whip around, sending him a glare.
Your actual reaction would be, âHow are you reading through my plans so easily?â But obviously you donât tell him that.
âNo, itâs because retail therapy is my thing, I need to get as many things as possible to unbox when I get home,â
Okay, if you were being honest, you were only doing it to spite him, in hopes he would give up. But the further you shop, the more you realise Jungkook is not giving up easily.
Thatâs why you arenât at designer stores to shop, but rather at the cheapest shops you could possibly find to buy the most random and unnecessary things possible.
Perhaps Jungkook could see right through your plans, but you werenât giving up either.
-
As you begin to lay out all the items from your shopping trip on the floor of your room, Jungkook is commenting on your purchases a little too much for your liking.
âA bird figure? Youâre afraid of birds arenât you?â He laughs, picking up the ceramic bird as he scans its face, the eyes of the bird slightly misplaced.
âHow do you know that?â You look up in surprise at him,
âYour father told me everything you were scared of, but birds? Really?â He laughs further, making you scowl at him.
âYou can have that, I donât want it anymore,â You look back at the shopping bags, grabbing another item as you tell him.
âThanks, Iâll put it on my bedside table as a reminder that every time a bird flies our way, Iâll make sure to protect you and take cover,â He jokes, placing the bird on the desk in front of him.
Jungkook notices the picture of you when you were a toddler, framed on your desk, picking it up, he looks at the picture.
Youâre squatting in a puddle, a raincoat that was far too big for you covered your small body, thereâs a huge smile on your face as you hold up a finger to pose for the picture, probably wanting to hold up a peace sign but you couldnât, so you resorted to your index finger alone.
Jungkook chuckles at the picture, catching your attention, as you walk up to him and snatch the frame away.
âHey!â The picture is now placed facing the wall, so that Jungkook can no longer stare at it. You send him a glare as you trudge back to your original position on the floor, unpacking more of your stuff.
âYou know there was a pigeon in the corner of the picture?â He taunts, and it was true, he had noticed the small bird hidden in the grass behind you.
âShut up,â You laugh, rolling your eyes at him.
You donât think much of the interaction between you and Jungkook, but he does. You finally laughed for the first time in front of him, the smile on your face replicating that in the picture. He thinks itâs cute.
-
âWhere are we going tonight?â Jungkook questions, noticing your outfit, as you sit yourself in front of the vanity.
âDinner with my friends, we booked an extra seat for you but if you really really donât want to go, youâre free to stay home,â You smile sweetly at him through the mirror, and Jungkook doesnât take your bait.
âHah, nice try, Iâm going,â He tells you, heading out of your room to change into nicer clothes.
âIt was worth the try,â You whisper to yourself, leaning closer to put on mascara.
-
âAre you sure heâs just your bodyguard?â Yeji taunts you, gesturing to Jungkook whoâs currently sitting next to you at the table.
âYes, stop stirring up stuff, letâs talk about other stuff,â You groan, rolling your eyes at her. Jungkook doesnât participate in the conversation, he only sits and listens attentively as you converse with your friends.
âIâm just saying, if heâs up for grabs-â She starts, but you immediately cut her off.
âHeâs not. Donât you dare,â You scowl at her, a frown forming on your face. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at your reaction, he holds back his laugh.
âYeji, thatâs her man, stay away,â Chaeyong laughs next to Yeji, patting her on the back. She only shakes her head and sighs dramatically.
âLetâs order more soju,â You tell them, raising your hand to catch a waiterâs attention.
â___, youâve drunk enough, Iâm pretty sure you donât need more,â He tells you, pulling your hand down.
âI wanna have fun Kook, please,â Youâre definitely drunk by how you donât spit back at him, the nickname and the whine you give him takes Jungkook by surprise. But how can he say no when youâre practically giving the biggest puppy eyes to him?
-
He regrets letting you order more alcohol, right now youâre slumped against his chest, intoxicated and unable to even balance on the chair.
âIâm bringing Yeji home, you can take care of her right?â Chaeyong tells Jungkook, as he quickly nods, bowing as she leaves.
âCome on, letâs go,â Jungkook isnât even sure if youâre conscious, by the way your body is practically limped against his.
âMm,â You hum against his chest, not budging.
With a sigh, he wraps his arm below your knees, lifting you up and carrying you into the car, and you stir slightly when he clicks the seatbelt over you in the passenger seat.
Youâre passed out fully, even when Jungkook brings you up to your room and tucks you under your blanket. He can only sigh and hope for the best for the hangover coming to you tomorrow.
-
Jungkook isnât surprised when he enters your room the next morning, seeing your curled up figure under the blankets as you shuffle uncomfortably.
â___? Want me to bring your breakfast here?â He softly asks, as you peek up from the blankets.
âNo, not hungry,â Your voice is croaky, and itâs evident that you arenât handling the hangover too well.
Jungkook only sighs, making his way to sit on the edge of your bed. âI told you to not drink so much-â
âStop nagging,â You groan, pulling back the covers to cover the bottom half of your face.
Jungkook reaches to touch your forehead using the back of his hand, making you hiss at the cold contact. âShit, youâre definitely having a fever,â
âIâm fine, Iâll be better in like an hour,â You croak out, as Jungkook frowns.
âIâll bring medicine and hot soup, eat it and youâll feel better,â He doesnât give you time to reject his offer, making his way out of the room and to the kitchen.
Why was he being so nice to you? To be fair he was a bodyguard, he didnât have to do all these to make you feel better. Although you definitely werenât complaining about the princess treatment from him.
It takes a little effort from Jungkook to persuade you to swallow down the medicine and soup, but you end up giving into him, it was nice being spoiled by him anyways.
You watch as Jungkook brings in a bowl of water and a towel, setting it beside your bed. You peer over the covers, watching him soak the towel in the water and fold it into a rectangle, before looking back at you.
âLay back down,â He instructs, gently wringing the towel so that the water would not drip from it.
You comply, plopping your head back onto your pillow as you wait for his next move.
âThatâs cold!â You whine when the towel makes contact with your forehead, as Jungkook pushes the hairs away from your face, gazing down at you in sympathy.
âItâll make you better quicker, trust me,â He tells you, setting the bowl of water on your bedside table. You simply close your eyes, nodding your head slightly as Jungkook smiles at you being so compliant.
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âWanna take a walk outside? Maybe itâll make you feel better,â Jungkook suggests, his weight sinking one side of your bed as he sits down on your mattress.
âItâs like 10pm,â You tell him, âBut sure,â
He smiles at your response, reaching out his hand as an offer to help you get out of your lying position on your bed.
Itâs quiet and dark as both you and Jungkook walk in silence, only the occasional crickets sounding out fill the air.
âThis is my usual spot to sit, when I come out at night to sit by myself,â You tell him, settling down on the rocks near the beach.
âItâs peaceful here,â He sighs, settling down next to you as you hum in response.
âI used to sneak out of the house when I was younger to come here and play on the beach,â You laugh, reminiscing the old memories.
âSo you were a rebel?â He teases, looking at you.
You roll your eyes at him, nudging his shoulder. âI wasnât that bad, Iâm pretty sure youâve done worse,â He raises an eyebrow at that, laughing.
âYou think?â He laughs, âThe worst Iâve done is probably steal my dadâs car,â
âThatâs bad!â You gasp, turning to face him as he stares at you in amusement.
âYou should smile more, itâs much prettier than you scowling at me,â He smiles at you, as your breath hitches in surprise.
You canât even look into his eyes anymore by how flustered youâve become, as you simply stare at your lap.
âYou canât just say things like that so suddenly,â You whisper, still not looking up at him.
âWhy?â He teases you more, leaning closer to you. âCanât take it?â
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one of your top couples askksfjskldkdj omg đ yes this does seem like his last chance fr! i love that the first 3 paragraphs are about how you wish jk would tell her so they could get back together and then the last one is about how youâre team yoongi hahahaha đ thank you so much for reading! đ«¶
our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isnât as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASONâąïž, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course đ), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @wintaerbaer, and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind
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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself
New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler
The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again.Â
His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, itâs similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.
Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but itâs not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties.Â
You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.
âYeah?â You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. âWhat is it?â
âWant youâŠâ
âIâm right here,â Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that youâre wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. âFuck, youâre so wet.â
His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.
âTell me you want me too,â you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.
âI want you.â
Truth.
You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.
âHey.â Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. âAre you sure?â
If Jimin knew what youâre doing right now, heâd say that you have zero self preservation instincts.
Heâd be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldnât be doing this.
Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.
âIâm sure,â comes your immediate reply. Itâs desperate, but you donât have it in yourself to even care. âIâm sure. I want this. Please.â
âYou were drinking.â
âIâm not drunk. I promise.â
Maybe itâd be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self whoâs always weak for him.
He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isnât until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.
You havenât seen him like this in so long.
Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.
He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.
Once heâs been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.
Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. Youâre suddenly curious. When did he get it? You canât remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.
âWhat does it mean?â you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time.Â
âPlease love me,â he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, âIt means âPlease love me,ââ then kissing you again.
Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dressâ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But thereâs something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.
His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isnât neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.
âJungkook,â you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because thereâs somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. âNeed youâŠâ
He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that theyâre thoroughly glistening with his spit. âSorry,â he says with a chuckle. âDidnât mean to keep you waiting.â He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin thatâs on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.
âWhat are you doing?â
He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. âCan I?â
You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, âOkay.â
Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.
He doesnât waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesnât stop until heâs knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.
âFuck,â you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until youâre practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until heâs groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8âs that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins.Â
âSo good,â he mumbles. To you? To himself? You canât tell, but that doesnât really matter. âStill so good.â
You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come.Â
His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily,Â
Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.
This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.
No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now youâre crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.
Once he starts curling them inside of you, itâs embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.
âJungkookâŠâ you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though itâs only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.
He crawls his way up your body until heâs facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way theyâre coated in your juices, wondering what heâll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like heâs carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until heâs shallowly rutting against you.
The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. âShit,â he exclaims. âI donât have a condom.â
âOh.â You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isnât a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you canât think of anything else.
He waits for you, doesnât dare say anything else until you do.
Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.
But youâve already gone this far, and though itâs damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.
âAre you clean?â you ask.
Itâs evident that heâs surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. âYeah,â he tells you.
âOkay. Then we donât need a condom.â
He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. âAre you sure?â he asks.
âIâm sure. I promise.â
Jungkook sucks in a breath, like heâs steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.
âHow long has it been?â
Your answer is vague. âToo long,â you say. You donât want to tell him that thereâs been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that heâd be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but thereâs only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes.Â
âOkay.â Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. âReady?â
âYes,â you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.
For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if itâs only ever been just you.
Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. âBreathe. You can do it.â
âGive me a minute.â
âWeâve got time,â he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
âCan you kiss me?â you ask, almost like youâre shy even though heâs balls deep inside of you.
He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.
His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit.Â
You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and heâs probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.
âYou can move,â you say after a while.
âIâll go slow, okay?â
âOkay.â
He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but itâs nothing you canât handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isnât until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly.Â
âFuck,â Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. âYou feel so good.â
He gazes down at you as he moves, and thereâs just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.
You know what itâs like to have him fuck you, and this isnât it.
No, this is something else entirely.
I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.
âMissed you.â His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. âMissed you so fucking much.â
âDid you think about me?â
âAlways,â he says, without even missing a beat.
âNo,â you clarify. âWhen you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?â
âI only thought about you.â His hips stutter as he tells you this, like heâs confessing to something that he shouldnât. âI couldnât stop thinking about you.â
You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time youâd lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.
You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, itâs an ego boost. Thereâs some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you werenât together.
Heâs so utterly gorgeous like this that you canât form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.
How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.
âWhat is it?â he asks when you stare at him for too long.
âIâŠâ You blink away the daze. âI wanna be on top.â
âOkay.â
Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.
He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.
âHarder,â you tell him shakily. âDonât wanna hurt you.â
âI want it to hurt,â you say, holding onto him like youâre bracing for impact, because you know heâll give you what you want. âMake it hurt.â
Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you canât help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.
You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. âTell me you love me.â
The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like heâs been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesnât miss a single beat as he tells you, âI love you.â
âMean it.â
âI do mean it. I love you.â
Truth.
For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that youâve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like youâre making up for all the years that he wasnât around to hear it.
Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until youâre dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.
âIâm close,â he tells you in a raspy voice.
You catch your breath long enough to say, âCome for me.â
âWhere do you want it?â
âInside,â you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that itâs reckless and stupid. Youâre not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.
But you arenât in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.
You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you canât afford right now.
âY/N,â he whispers shakily, though thereâs a warning edge to his voice that you understand.
âI want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.â
Jungkook groans at your answer.Â
He doesnât ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. Itâs followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like youâre a lifeline.Â
Heâs crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.
You donât know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so.Â
Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. Itâs not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.
You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all.Â
When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. âWhere are you going?â You instantly feel pathetic for asking.
He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. âIâm just going to the bathroom,â he tells you, his voice quiet.
The relief on your face must be visible. âOkay,â you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldnât fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.
Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.
âSorry,â heâs quick to say, though it isnât really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. Youâre not sure if that even matters.
When heâs done, he gets under the covers with you. âCome here,â he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until heâs holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like youâre fucking melting.
Itâs different from the kiss down at the beach, and itâs different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. Itâs soft and slow and easy, like thereâs nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.
Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers. He means everything he tells you. âYouâre perfect.â
You even blush, like youâre a stupid lovesick teenager. âTell me,â you say.
âAnything.â
You reckon itâs self-indulgent at this point. Youâre only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.
âTell me you canât live without me.â
He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. âI canât live without you.â
Truth. You know itâs the truth.
Nonetheless⊠âLiar.â Your tone is soft. Thereâs no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if itâs the last time youâll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. Youâre not thinking about the morning because you donât want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, âYou lived without me. You were doing fine without me.â
His lips ghost over your cheek. âIt wasnât much of a life,â he says. âI couldnât bear it without you.â
The thing is, you know that heâs being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.
But then⊠it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.
He shouldnât be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it.Â
He shouldnât tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldnât tell you to please, love him too.
Itâs contradictory, isnât it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.
The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like itâs laughing at you, mocking you.
You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and heâs quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.
âDonât think about it,â he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.
âHow could I not? I donât know who you are anymore.â
âYou know me.â He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. âIâm still the same.â
âNo, youâre not,â you say quietly, absentmindedly.
âYes,â he insists. âYes, I am.â
Maybe thatâs true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.
He doesnât understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isnât the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.
Are you gone forever?
Come back quietly.
âHow old are you?â you ask after a moment.
The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.
âWhat?â
âHow old are you?â you repeat.
It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where youâre going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, â29.â
"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? Itâs unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."
His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.
No part of you feels victorious that youâre making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like youâre still losing.
âI never moved on from us. I couldnât move on from you,â he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but youâre glad that he canât see it. âI swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.â
Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.
He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time.Â
You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasnât something he wanted. Maybe he isnât the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.
Thereâs more to it, and you need to know.
âThen why did you leave me?â
Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseokâs flight when he left you all behind.
You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.
A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each otherâs side.
Nonetheless, it wasnât the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasnât the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.
What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.
Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when heâs old and gray and helpless, he still wonât be able to forget that day.
He shouldâve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.
Heâd shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didnât want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but youâd always told him it didnât matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.
Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.
When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadnât even bothered with a drink.
Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?
Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.
It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped youâd grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that youâd graduated - now that youâd be starting a life for yourself - she couldnât sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.
It was the way she told him she didnât want history to repeat itself. How she didnât want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasnât enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.
She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.
âIf you love her, you would let her go.â
Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.
He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldnât have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didnât care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasnât him.
She didnât have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldnât have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldnât tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.
Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.
The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldnât even say a single word in response, couldnât think of anything to defend himself.
Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. Heâd believed her instead.
He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do?Â
She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.
That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldnât come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.
He wouldnât see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.
July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.
You call his name when he takes too long to answer. âTell me.â
âI love you,â he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.
You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.
âI love you,â he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.
âThatâs not what I asked.â
âIâm sorry.â
His voice is soft, barely even audible, but itâs this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.
Again with the apologies.
Fuck this.
Itâs hard to take it to heart when you donât even know what heâs apologizing for.
You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesnât take it, then thatâs not on you. There isnât much else that you can do.
You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. Youâre shaking, but itâs difficult to determine if itâs because youâre angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.
Heâs quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.
âDonât touch me,â you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesnât listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?
âY/N, wait-â
âWait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you canât even answer me.â
He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if itâs equally frustrated. âIâm trying to protect you.â
You donât know if itâs the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.
âOh my god,â you gasp mockingly. âSomeone is trying to kill me.â
âWhat?â
âSomeone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, Iâm about to be assassinated.â
âY/N, Iâm serious.â
Thereâs that burning sensation behind your eyes again. âAnd you think Iâm not? What do you mean youâre trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,â you scoff harshly. âWhat do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?â
Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.
It probably doesnât do much damage to him, but heâs a bit startled regardless. So are you, if youâre being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.
âYou coward.â You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. âYou unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still canât tell me why you left me.âÂ
He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you donât relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling âI hate youâs in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.
He might bruise in the morning.
You hope he bruises in the morning.
The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.
You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.
But even as you tell him how much you hate him, youâre still thinking: Come back. I donât want to keep losing you. Come back to me.
Because heâs the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. Thereâs no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. Thatâs just how it is.
You shouldnât have agreed to this weekend, shouldnât have been nice to him, shouldnât have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldnât have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.
This wasnât your second chance at holding onto him. It wasnât a do-over. It was a re-enactment.
The years havenât made you wiser, that much is clear.
You donât know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until youâre nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you donât have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?
âYou justâŠâ Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. âYou make me so sad.â
You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You canât breathe. Itâs too much, too infinitely humiliating. Heâs doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.
Youâre still crying, and you hate that this is the first time heâs ever seen you cry like this.
âIâm trying to protect you,â he says firmly, looking at you like heâs trying so hard not to break down alongside you. âPlease, Iâm so sorry.â The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. âPlease. What can I do to make you believe me?â
Itâs those stupid fucking eyes. Itâs your stupid fucking self.
âYou need to tell me.â Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. âI canât take it anymore.â
âItâll make things worse,â he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever heâs hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you canât do this a second time. Youâre exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, youâll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way youâre acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...
In the end, you decide that itâs a risk youâll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell heâs putting you through. Heâll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.
âIf you donât tell me now, I wonât be able to survive you again.â
up next...
our beloved summer (08) †aka the JK centric chapter
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the princess and the rockstar | jjk; masterlist
plot |Â No one expects the nation's favorite crown princess to be involved with an international rockstar.
genres |Â humor, fluff, angst, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au, established relationship!au
pairing |Â rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader
note |Â drabble series! everything listed didnât happen in order. below are the titles/prompts. changes may happen in the future. asks are always open.
main masterlist |Â spotify playlist
spotted! - the first time you and jungkook met.
taking chances - after taking your chances with Jungkook three months ago, you two cross paths again. this time, the rockstar takes risks to ask Zafiro's royal princess out.
can't take my eyes off you - Sweet September surprises their fans with their own rendition of the classic song.
her majesty - This is how the rumors began between a princess and a rockstar.
rebel princess - media loves to give anyone random labels, you don't mind.
backstage pass - your first date with this rockstar is nothing like your other.
bad for business - jungkook tries to get you off your busy life.
all the voicemails you sent before - with him touring with his band and you working for your country, jungkook always made sure to send you updates.
iykyk- what happened after calvin klein reveals their global brand ambassador.
tattooed heart -
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I...do? (part three)
Pairing: Taehyung x female reader ft ex boyfriend Seokjin Summary: Waiting for Taehyung to return from the fishing trip with your dad was almost unbearable. Will your father approve of your fiancĂ©, or will Mr Kim end up revealing his true colours? Running into your ex in town, however, was worse than anything you were worrying about. Genre: Enemies to lovers au / CEO au / fake dating au / colleagues to lovers au / co-workers to lovers / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 18+ (future chapters will be NSFW) Warnings (per chapter) : conversations about sex / talking about orgasms / mentions of male appendage size / talk of emotional abusive ex / insults from an ex / slight physical assault (between two male characters) / discussions about loss of virginity / W/C: 3.9k Banner: @shadowkoo <3 Beta: @cherrysoulth i appreciate you. A/N: Hereâs part three, thank you all for the Iikes, the comments and reblogs, I love how into this story people are! And thank you for being patient with me while I completed this chapter. Taglist: @taebae19 @ladyartemesia @taestannie @somewhereofftheglobe @m-1234 @siadreams @moonchild1 @taebangtanbabe @leedoesntknaur @11thenightwemet11 @chickenscoups @stellamalonesolaria @taiwan0618
The next morning, sitting in the kitchen, you and your mother idly chatter away, with your boss mostly focused on reading through emails on his laptop at the breakfast bar, until your dad finally comes down, leaving a descending silence in his wake. You scoop up your yogurt and granola, staring into your bowl, and feeling like a scalded teenager.
"Taehyung, do you fish?" your dad's gravelly voice shatters the quiet and has you all frozen, awaiting a response.Â
"Fish? As in with a fishing rod?" he replies bewildered, spoonful of cereal in mid-air.
"That's usually how it works, yes. Unless you'd prefer to try catching them with your hands?" your dad replies as he pours his coffee and eats his toast straight-faced staring out of the back door into the garden.
"I've never tried any form of fishing, to be honest."
"Well, today's your lucky day, you're coming out on the boat with me."
You watch as Mr. Kim's eyes widen and for the first time since you've met him, you see genuine fear. "I'm not sure fishing is my thing, I-"
"You're about to become part of this family, son, I'm not making a request. You're coming out on the boat with me and learning how to fish. It's a tradition that goes back generations, that my dad did with me and his dad before that." your father's tone is so blunt and harsh, you can see that not even your back chatting boss would argue. "Be ready to leave in ten."
Your father exits the room quickly, taking the awkward air with him and lifting the cloud of heavy silence.
"I've never been part of a tradition before." your boss' wistful voice sounds quietly into the stillness, as you take in his strange expression, a hint of sadness revealing itself in unguarded eyes, only momentarily before they harden back to unreadable.
"Don't worry," your mum interjects. "he's a big softie really."
"Who knows, maybe he won't bring you back." you tease, sounding hopeful and making him shift slightly in his seat.
"Iâm sure youâll win him over and you won't have to worry about anything," your mum interjects, playfully slapping you on the arm. âBesides, while the boys are out, you and me are having afternoon tea in town.â
âYes maâam.â playfully you salute her and finish your breakfast.
Sure enough, Mr. Kim is ready and downstairs in exactly 10 minutes, a sombre and concerned frown creasing his brow.
âCan you fish?â he asks, with a childlike curiosity that you find oddly endearing.
âMy dad had two daughters and a tradition to uphold, what do you think?â smirking at him, you attempt to offer him some parting wisdom, "Listen," you whisper, "my dad is like a human lie detector, he sees through people much quicker than anyone I've ever met. Try to be as honest as you canâŠwithout completely being yourself."
He turns to you and you see a flash of annoyance flit across his eyes. "Am I that awful?"
You stare at him, perplexed as to what kind of pep talk he thought he was going to get. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
He grunts, "forget it." before storming out the front door and climbing into your dad's truck.
Staring off after them, hoping they come back a little more positive than they've left, but if Mr. Kim fell off the boat and was never found, it also would not be the worst thing that could happen.
******
"So, tell me how it happened? You andâŠMr Kim." Your mother hesitates, unsure whether to stand on ceremony because he's your boss or to be casual because he's your fiancĂ©. Even thinking those words seem absurd, you yourself can't even get past calling him anything other than Mr Kim.Â
She eyes you over her teacup, as she blows the molten liquid inside. Steam billowing out around her face, making her look like a mafia boss waiting for your next wrong answer. Was she suspicious? You couldn't help the nerves bubbling away inside you while you prepared to lie to her.Â
"As far as I was concerned, you hated this man." She says, matter-of-factly.
"I still doâŠat times. He infuriates me beyond belief, I hate his opinions on things, the way he talks to people, everything has to be his way and-"
"What do you actually like about him?" She cuts you off, forcing you to take a breath. While wanting to be as honest as possible, this question is going to be the hardest to answer.
"Well, I like his don't-give-a-fuck attitude."
Your mother cringes at your use of language but the corners of her mouth pull up slightly, a giveaway that she's secretly missed it.
"He doesn't care what anyone thinks about him and I admire that." pausing to think, your mind racing a mile a minute, grasping at straws. "He's very ambitious and focused, which is how he's come so far in his career."
You struggle to think of anything else without lying, so you say the most clichĂ©d answer that comes to mind. "Besides, there is a different side to him that he doesn't show anybody. A gentle, softer side, that he hides underneath that mask."Â
You're convinced that while that might be true for most people, you doubt very much it's true in this case. Some people are just entitled arseholes and your boss is very much one of them.
"And I suppose that him being heartbreakingly handsome helps?" your mother smirks at you from behind her cup.
"There are worse faces to look at." you reply, leaning back on your chair, stomach full of sandwiches and cakes.
You hate it, but your mother is right. He is devastatingly good looking. He has the type of face that should be on a billboard somewhere, outlined in neon lights and illuminated for all to see. But an ugly personality changes the way you look, even for the most attractive face.
"And what aboutâŠ" your mother raises her eyebrows hoping you'll get the hint of what she's referring toâŠyou do.
"Ma!"
"What?" she feigns, batting her eyelashes innocently. "It's important to be married to a man who knows how to satisfy you."
Laying your head on your folded arms on the table, you let out an amused sigh.
"While sex is not the main part of a marriage, it is a big part. A healthy sex life helps keep your marriage interesting, not to mention helps with communication and your overall bond."Â
Groaning, you're still unable to lift your head to look at her.
"I'm just making sure that the man you're going to spend the rest of your life with, will make you happy in every sense. There's far too many egotistical men thinking they have all the power, for you to be faking your orgasms for their benefit. I mean, I thank god every day for your father, now he definitely keeps marriage interes-"
"Ma!" you finally meet her eyes. "I do not need to hear anything about you and dad!" you grimace, shaking the image from your mind, "and I can assure you, there is no need for faking orgasms."
She nods, seeming satisfied with your answer and goes back to sipping her drink.Â
Mr. Kim is probably far too selfish to be good in bed. Most definitely. But now your mother has planted the seed, you were finding it hard not to think about it. Your mind wonders what his physique looks like underneath those fitted suits he wears. You want to think it'll be nothing special, but you can tell just by the way his shirt sits against him, that you would only be lying to yourself.Â
The image of what he's like in bed is one you can't seem to shake. Is he a giver or receiver? Does he like to be dominant or submissive? Or even, is he gentle or roughâŠlet's face it, nothing about this man seems gentle. You wonder for a brief moment what his lips would feel like against yours, when your mother interrupts, âlook who's back,â she nods to the window, seeing your father's truck pulling up outside the local fishmongers.
Will they both have come back unharmed? Will Mr Kim have tried to mind his manners and keep his rude remarks to himself? God, you hoped so.
Glancing over at your mum; you see her amusement twinkle in her eyes, âI'm sure it will be fine, let's go and find out.â
Grabbing your bag, you head straight for the door, nerves twisting your stomach and making you regret eating so much at lunch.
The sound of talking and laughter comes from within the shop. Your dad must be sharing stories with the local fishmongers, something that must be making Mr Kim feel very awkward and you can't help the slight smile that plays at the corner of your mouth at the thought.
"Hello boys," your mum says, taking the lead into the store, âhow was your trip?â
The sight that greets you makes you pause, frozen in the doorway. Your dad; smiling with an arm around Mr Kimâs shoulders. What universe have you stumbled into? How could this be possible?
Your father winks at you. Seeming much more himself as he comes over and beams when he lays eyes on your mother, closing the distance quickly to cuddle her and kiss her cheek.
Turning back to you, he pulls you under his arm, "your boy done good. He's a natural."
Your head snaps over as your mouth gapes open, shocked at your dad's sudden change of heart. Not to mention, Mr Kimâs eyes wide with an excited gleam. He looks like a different person, relaxed andâŠhappy, for once he's actually smiling. Something you've never seen in the three years you've known him. For a moment, you're struck at just how gorgeous his boxy grin is. Breath frozen in your lungs, as you blink furiously in an attempt to rid yourself of the spell that's been placed upon you.
"You caught a fish?" you ask, in utter disbelief.
"Several actually." he looks down at you with a smug grin.
Your eyes go straight to your father, frowning, you feel utterly betrayed by him. You assumed he'd never buy into your boss' charade and hate him as much as you do. If you were being honest, a small part of you really hoped Mr Kim would fail and that your dad wouldn't approve of the wedding. No more lies and yetâŠhere you are.
"What's that face for, Princess?" your dad asks, as he squeezes your shoulder, comfortingly, "worried I wouldn't bring him back?" Smirking down at you, you watch his face carefully until he meets your questioning gaze with serious eyes. "He's ok."Â
There it is. Confirmation of your dad's seal of approval. Any words you had are swallowed whole by shock but still desperately trying to escape, judging by the taste of disdain that is repeating on you, burning its way up your throat.
How could he have fooled your father?Â
There wasn't a time you recall your dad ever being wrong about someone and today was a first. The first of him being duped and believing a lie, to make matters worse, itâs a lie that you're partly orchestrating.Â
But for some strange reason, watching Mr Kim's face light up as he shows your mother and the fishmonger his catches, pushes away your guilt and replaces it with both; bewilderment and fascination. How can something as simple as fishing inspire this response from your boss?Â
Whilst you and your mother wait, Mr Kim and your dad sell their catches to the fishmonger. âSee, didn't I say everything would be fine?â she almost gloats, making you roll your eyes in response.
When they're done, your mother and father head off to the grocery store to get some food for dinner. Your mother convinces you to show Mr Kim around the town. His good mood clearly extended beyond fishing as he agrees, much to your surprise.
âAll things considered,â Mr Kim starts, âit's small, this place, but it does have some endearing qualities.â
Frowning over at him, you can't help the response that leaves your mouth. âOk, who are you and what have you done with Mr. Kim?âÂ
His face falls, and his cheeks taint with a pink blush that makes you instantly regret your words, not wanting the good mood of his to disappear.
âI'm kidding!â you nudge him playfully on his side, âbesides you're actually quite handsome when you smile.â
His head snaps up at you then, his lips tugging up at the corners but his eyes are unreadable, something in them you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it made your stomach flip just the same.
"In all seriousness, how did you do it?" you ask into the silence, acutely aware of the touch of his arm on yours, as you walk side by side down the row of shops.
âDo what?â
âGet my dad to like you.â
Hearing a slight huff from him before his face falls again, âI tried to do what you said.â
Why on earth would he ever listen to you, that would definitely be a first?
âYou tried not to be yourself?â you reply sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood again.
âYeah.â
Hearing the sadness in his tone, you immediately chastise yourself. The silence fills the air, thick and heavy like a quilt of loneliness, enveloping the two of you. Attempting to think of a million things to say to ease the tension, you don't really trust yourself to speak anymore, until you hear him mumble, "I haven't always been like this."
Looking over at him, your gaze meets puppy dog eyes and for once, you're at a loss for words. Your big, bad boss suddenly doesn't seem so scary anymore. But just as you take a breath to ask him about his statement, his attention is drawn into the shop behind you.
âI need to grab a new deodorant, I'll just be a minute.â And he rushes in, not meeting your eyes again. You wander over to the next shop, a bakery, glancing at the pastries in the window. The thought of apple pie for dessert crosses your mind, when a familiar voice halts you and glues your feet to the floor, âY/n?â
Suddenly, your stomach feels full of rocks, weighing you down and making acid rise up into your throat. Forcing yourself to face him, you turn to see none other than your ex-boyfriend. Kim Seokjin.
âI thought that was you.â He continues, eyes roaming over you, in a way that makes your skin crawl, âYou look amazing.â
Snapping your jaw shut, in hopes of not embarrassing yourself by starting a fight in the middle of this tiny town and airing your past dirty laundry.Â
âWhat are you doing back in town?â he adds, smiling arrogantly, âwe should have coffee and catch up like old times, Iââ
âSorry to have kept you waiting, my love.â Mr Kimâs voice next to you soothes you instantly and makes you feel calmer, as does the arm he winds possessively around your waist. âAre you ready to go?â he asks, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You can't help but stiffen slightly at the action but something about the way his lips feel against your skin, wants you to close your eyes and lean into it.
âHi there,â Seokjin interrupts awkwardly. âIâm Jin, I'm y/nâs ex, I'm sure she's mentioned me.â The cockiness in his tone makes you want to puke, and wonder what you ever saw in him. He holds his hand out for Taehyung to shake, to which he pointedly ignores, much to your amusement.
âTaehyung, y/nâs fiancĂ©.â he subtly exaggerates, âand no, she hasn't mentioned you before.â He looks down at you, âwas Joon here, one of your more serious boyfriends you told me about?â
Catching on to what he's doing, and knowing Seokjin will hate every moment, you dive right in with the ruse. âNot at all.â you respond, laughing and placing a hand on Taehyung's chest.
Seokjinâs jaw clenches. âIt's Jin.âÂ
Biting the inside of your cheeks to hold your smile at bay and unable to help the way your chest swells with pride in making him feel uncomfortable. Paybacks one hell of a bitch.
âSorry Jae, I guess you weren't memorable enough to make the roster.â
Seokjin laughs darkly then, turning your stomach, knowing the real him is about to make himself known.
âI think you'll find, y/n won't ever be able to forget me. You see, I, was her first. I'm ingrained in her mind, whether she likes it or not.â
You tense at Taehyung's side but he only squeezes you reassuringly and pulls you closer to him. Fury rises up inside you, as your hands ball into fists. The overwhelming need to punch him in the face threatening to take over.Â
You're transported back to a time of a sweet, handsome Seokjin flirting and charming his way into your life. He pursued you for eight months before you fell for him and gave yourself to him. Losing your virginity and regretting it instantly.Â
The very next morning he turned cold and distant, calling you awful names, making you feel embarrassed and ugly. From that point on you hated yourself and it had been a long road to recover from your insecurities after that. Especially, when you found out he'd only been interested in you as part of a bet with his friends. Taking your virginity, that was the wager and the odds were unfortunately in his favour.
The very next day the entire town knew, with Seokjin spreading many lies about you to your peers from college, much to your dismay and heartbreak. You would never forgive him for what he did, or how he made you feel, but seeing him again, showed you how far you'd come since then.
âAnd yet, a much more important and impressionable first, is the first time someone makes you come, am I right?â Taehyung's voice is lower and sounding darker than usual, âAnd I think we both know that it's definitely not you who holds that title.â
Your mouth almost pops open in shock. How would Taehyung even know that information? The only person who knows it is you.
Seokjin's face reddens, his eyes emblazoned with anger, looking like he will explode right in front of you. âYeah, well, she was awful anyway, had to think about somebody else just to make it through.â he takes a slight step towards you. âY/n wasn't pretty back then, a little chubby and frumpy. I only dated her out of pity.â
The fury inside rose up and out of your mouth before you could stop it, âfunny that, as I remember you whimpering my name as you came, after all of about thirty seconds. I barely had a chance to feel anything. Well,â you glance down at his crotch, ânot that there's much to feel there.â
Seokjin's whole face turns a dark shade of pink. âYou're still the same little slut, you've always been.â he spits. The words barely have time to get past his lips before Taehyung had his hand around his face in a death grip. Shoving him against the store window.
âIf I hear y/nâs name leave your mouth again,â Taehyung's voice sounds deadly, âI will rip these swollen lips off and shove them down your throat. Do you understand?â
Seokjin looks at you alarmed and you have to cut your eyes away to try and quell the anger burning inside you. That's when you notice your parents watching, your mother taking a tentative step towards the scene and your dad, smiling with his arms crossed.Â
âDon't look at y/n!â Taehyung spits, it's the first time heâs sounded out of control, âdon't you ever look at her again, you worthless piece of shit. Now, are. we. clear?âÂ
Seokjin nods, panicked.
âApologise to y/n and you'll be on your way.â Taehyung releases his face with a thrust, almost tripping him up.
âS-sorry y/n. I'm sorry.â he walks away quickly; head down and avoids everyone's gaze. Until he disappears quickly around the corner.
The adrenaline still pumps ferociously through your body but the thrill you feel overwhelms you. Elation bubbles up inside you as you spin to Taehyung, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to you. Squealing with excitement, you tighten your hold on him. His body stiffens for a brief moment before he's suddenly lifting you off the ground, laughing at your reaction. You have never heard him laugh before and the sound is intoxicating. Leaning back slightly to watch him, noses almost touching as you're face to face. His expression turns serious, eyes suddenly intense. Overwhelmed with so many emotions, you have no idea which one to follow first but the way your stomach flutters with growing butterflies does not escape your attention.Â
âYour parents are watchingâŠâ he says, as he slowly lowers you back to the ground.
You'd forgotten about them, but inspiration strikes. Removing your arms from around him but keep your body close to his. âYou should kiss me, then.â
He raises a questioning eyebrow.
âIt will make our relationship more believable.â you add, stating facts but if you are completely honest with yourself, it has nothing to do with keeping up a ruse. You just really want to know what his lips feel like against yours.
âAre you sure?â he whispers, eyes focused on your mouth and already leaning in. All you can do is nod, as you wait eagerly with anticipation.
His hands on your back, encasing you and pulling you closer, as he limits the distance between you. When his mouth touches yours, you momentarily forget how to breathe, as his warm, soft lips enchant you. He moves them slowly against yours and a surprising hunger blossoms inside, snapping you out of your trance, leading you to eagerly return the dance. Your hands stay firmly against the hard planes of his chest, fingertips pressing desperately against his skin. The gentle kiss deepens and there's an urgency from him that you didn't expect. But before you're ready, he pulls away, breathing fast, leaning his forehead against yours.
âSorry.â He says, quietly and when you pull away you notice the dusting of pink across his cheeks.Â
âWhat are you sorry for?â
He shrugs, stepping slightly away from you, âfor getting carried away.â
âDon't apologise, I'm not sorry.â you can't help the flirtatious lilt in your voice. His lips turn up into a sideways smirk so sexy you have to force yourself to look away. This afternoon has made you feel dizzy with exhilaration and confusion is muddling your brain.
âI guess I should explain.â you say, feeling embarrassed about sharing the story of Jin.
âNo pressure, whenever you're ready.â he says simply, with an understanding that surprises you. âBut I think I get it.â
You nod, mulling that over, you would tell him more but not right now, in the middle of this town and under prying eyes. You'd both caused enough of a spectacle.
âAlright, let's go macho man.â
He laughs as he falls in step beside you. âYou know, they had no brand names I recognised in that shop.â
âThat's because it's an organic shop, Taehyung, the owner makes everything herself.â
His face drops, mouth popping open in shock. âOrganic deodorant, no wonder it smells like the woods.â
Giggling, you head back home with your parents, ready to eat dinner and feeling the most comfortable since you arrived.
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