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Pucking Rookie I

~8.4k words

From me: here she is. gonna be at least one more part (probs 2) sorry. I didn't mean to do a series. I just can't shut up and I introduced too many fun characters. I don't know a lot about hockey so a lot of this is probably unrealistic.

Warnings: douchey ex-boyfriend, a little violent (it's hockey after all)

Summary: When the assistant coach's niece comes to take pictures of the team, her lens isn't the only thing capturing Harry Styles heart and soul on and off the ice. Harry wants to win her over more than he wants to win the entire league championship. (Although it would be nice to rub it in her ex's stupid face if he won that too).

The rink was chilly even with the appropriate clothes on. Despite the fact she practically lived in ice arenas for the two years, it never ceased to catch her off guard with how cold it was. To be fair, she was a lot closer to the ice this time around. Her camera pressed into the little glass cutout, her eye checking the visual before she clicked the shutter.

Quickly she pulled away as two of the guys pressed against the glass right next to her. “Hey Sweetheart,” Noah Ashford smiled briefly as he skated off in the other direction. She rolled her eyes. Uncle Charlie, assistant coach of The Arctic Chargers, warned the entire team that his niece was taking residence at the rink and would be part of media photos, headshots, and would be submitting to all major sport reporting outlets. The team was told without question, not to bother her in any way.

Naturally the group of twenty twenty-something year-old hockey players were going to do nothing of the sort.

Captain Evander Langston swished almost gracefully over to her. He stopped in front of her with a puff of ice at his feet. “Do you think I have a good side?”

She shook her head with a smirk and looked over the photos she just took in the last three minutes. “Probably not the left. You’ve been checked into the board over there about five times this practice alone.”

He put a hand on his chest. “Sweetheart, you wound me.” Sweetheart was the name Uncle Charlie called her in front of the whole team during the introduction and so it was the only thing any of them paid attention to from their coach. “Don’t say that in front of the others,” he pleaded quietly.

“I would never, Cap,” she smiled kindly.

He returned her grin with his own. “You call me Cap, and I’m going to have a problem with Coach’s rule, Sweetheart. But I know we’re all going to like having you around to keep us in check.”

“Lang, you better not be flirting when your technique needs work!” Kian Calloway shouted across the ice where he slapped a puck into the open net from the blue line.

“You better not be flirting, period, Lang!” Uncle Charlie called.

“Yeah!” Callie repeated to his captain. She had gone over the nicknames with her uncle before starting. Lang, Asher, and Callie were easy and as some of the major stars of the team, it made sense she would chat with them most. “If anyone is going to flirt with her, it’s going to be me!”

“I’ll sit you for less, Callie,” Charlie warned.

She couldn’t help but laugh. But she didn’t mind the attention nor care. It was adorable. Like a group of puppies looking for attention. With a shake of her head, she made her way around the glass and boards for another angle of the players on the ice. She wanted shots of the goalie. Niall Horan seemed much too nice to be a hockey player but perhaps that’s why he was the goalie. He was the first one to introduce himself and he didn’t seem to have the temper that the other players did over trivial things (like tying skates together or putting salt in someone’s Gatorade). Niall blocked shots from his teammates as if it was nothing but breathing. In a way it was stunning, nearly beautiful.

Hockey was violent, yes. But there was beauty in it, too. The way players skated backwards, cupped the puck on their stick. The speed, agility, and gracefulness required to stay standing. It was all really beautiful, and she was excited to be up close this time around. For the last two years she had been in a box cheering for her ex-boyfriend, right forward for the Glacier Wolves, Kael Crowe.

To be completely honest, she should have known it wouldn’t have worked out. Among the cheating, the belittling, and all the other things that were, in hindsight, an abysmal part of dating him, the orange and blue coloring wasn’t her favorite. The Arctic Chargers black and silver jerseys were much more her speed. Kael was her boyfriend of years and years but once he made it to the majors three years ago, things were very different.

“You can come on the ice, Sweetheart, we’re almost done!” Asher said.

Even though she had dated a hockey player for nearly a decade (most of which took place during college) she couldn’t skate. Uncle Charlie tried when she was younger to teach her, but the balance and coordination was not in her wheelhouse. She longed to skate better. Figure skaters were so dainty and beautiful as they glided on the ice. She was neither of those things and almost dreaded getting on the ice in the boots she was wearing. If she fell in front of her uncle, it was embarrassing. She could only imagine how embarrassing it would be in front of an entire professional hockey team.

“One second!”

She wanted to prolong the agony. Plus, with her fragile camera it seemed like a death sentence to send her out there. Even if it was what she was getting paid to do. It wasn’t the most lucrative job she had, but it was what she wanted to do most. She was grateful for the opportunity and hoped it would kickstart into something more. Photography was a major passion for her. Pictures of anything. Her computer was filled with pictures of the sun and sky from the summer. Snowy days in the winter. Pictures of her parents’ dog. Her uncle’s kids on birthdays. She was the official photographer of family weddings and more. But it wasn’t steady. A lot of her post-college young life had been put on hold to dote on Kael. Something she regretted but couldn’t do anything about now.

Uncle Charlie was kind to help her out and she thought starting now was better than never starting at all.

“Styles is that you?!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t piss yourselves in excitement,” the voice was right beside her.

“You better be fucking cleared before touching this rink,” Ray Wheeler, head coach and another surrogate uncle to her was a bit gruffer in his delivery to the players than Charlie most of the time.

The man beside her slapped his hand, paper held pressed to the glass. “Doctor-cleared for takeoff,” he called. A round of cheers went up and she snapped another picture of the excitement, ignoring the one and only Harry Styles beside her.

Harry Styles was Kael’s rival. The same draft class (although begrudgingly, Kael would admit Harry went first), and almost the same position—left forward. Fortunately, they were in different conferences, so they only ever played one another twice a season. Unless they made it to finals which hadn’t happened yet. But in her opinion, it was only a matter of time. Harry made headlines for his skill and ability, fitness, and overall dominance on the ice. He was protective of his best friend in goal—he and Niall were a pair like no other. Which meant when they did play each other, Kael knew exactly how to get under Harry’s skin.

“Who are you?” He asked.

Harry wasn’t here for her formal introduction to the team. Before she could open her mouth, Uncle Charlie was there. “That’s my niece Styles. She’s off limits so just make your way to the locker room.”

“Ah,” he smiled.

It should have been noted that in addition to skill and ability, fitness, and dominance on the ice, Harry was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. His eyes were green which sure as hell meant God was in fact a woman because no man would know to make Harry even more beautiful with forest green eyes. He was tall, even taller on skates. His skin glowed in a way that should have been illegal when she spent half an hour dousing her face in ten moisturizing products each night to achieve the same look and Harry spent most of his time indoors on an ice rink. Was it the chill that made his cheeks pinker? Would she get the same glow working here all season? She could only hope.

But it was that smile that did her in. His straight teeth peeking out from his lips. The dimples. The arrogance behind the expression. The pink curve of his upturned lips went right through her as he grinned at her.

“Nice t’meet you,” he held his hand out.

“Hands off!” Charlie shouted again.

Harry chuckled as she took his hand with an eyeroll introducing herself. “I’m your photo media specialist, if you will.”

“Excellent,” Harry grinned. “Let me know if y’need me t’pose a certain way,” he winked.

She shook her head and Niall skated up to the side. “Hey Sweetheart,” he said.

“Hi, baby, I missed you,” Harry answered with a grin. Niall shook his head flipping his friend off which made her giggle. Niall remained focused on her.

“Your Uncle said you might need help walking out here.”

“Oh, do we have a skating rookie on our hands?” Harry asked. Her cheeks felt hot under the assumption. Even though it was accurate.

“I suck at skating,” she shrugged. There wasn’t any use playing it off—they would know in a matter of seconds. “I get too nervous and lose my balance,” she admitted.

They both tilted their heads at her. She knew that vulnerability wasn’t something seen on the ice. It seemed almost trivial to admit, but she knew it clearly threw them for a loop. “I can walk you out,” Harry offered with that sinfully delicious smile.

“Coach said he was going to rebreak all of your fingers if you touch her."

“Oh, please let me walk you out,” Harry practically bounced with excitement.

She worried her eyes were going to remain in the back of her head from rolling them so much, but she supposed that would come with the territory with working for a group of boys. “Thank you, Niall. I should be okay. Just don’t let anyone laugh at me too much if I fall on my butt.”

“We don’t want you t’fall on such a pretty asset, Rookie. Are y’sure I can’t help?”

She ignored Harry, keeping her eyes on Niall. “No one will laugh,” he assured her, a smile toying at his lips as he slipped his helmet back on. “I offered, but she’s stubborn like you, Coach!”

The laughter that ensued was a good distraction for her to make her move. She unlocked the rink door and stepped onto the ice following behind Niall. Each step was carefully taken, knowing the traction of her winter boots were better than any other pair of shoes she owned but would never compare to the blade of skate.

Three little steps was about as far as she could go it seemed. Right as her footing was about to be lost on her and send her to the hard ice, a hand caught her elbow and kept her upright. “Rookie, love,” he tisked. “I told you I could help.”

She looked at him briefly knowing that his good looks got him any girl he wanted. She heard the rumors of the string of girls he had (perhaps one for every city he visited) and she knew of every bad thing that Kael had to say about him. But the kindness of him to catch her was sweet. Even she couldn’t deny that. Kael merely laughed each time she fell, it wasn’t mean spirited per se, but it was almost like he was glad she couldn’t skate. A way to be better than her.

God, she wished she had taken the hint a lot sooner.

Harry’s skates weren’t even tied yet. “Jus’ wait,” he said and knelt to lace them up. She had to imagine he rushed to get out here just knowing she wouldn’t make it across the ice.

Once tied, Harry held her elbow again and skated so effortlessly beside her barely moving as he glided alongside her. No one paid attention to her slow steps, and she could feel Harry’s grip firm but not hard on her arm. Almost sensing when she was going to misstep before she did. It made her heart skip a beat.

No. She couldn’t think like that. She wasn’t going to fall for another hockey player ever.

“M’teaching m’niece t’skate. I can teach you,” he shrugged. It wasn’t arrogant the way he said it. She was sure anyone else that knew she was in their mid-twenties (especially someone with a famous hockey player for an ex-boyfriend of eight years, and famous major league hockey coach for an uncle) would expect her to be able to skate. Instead, one of the top players in the league was at her elbow barely acknowledging that it was weird. Perhaps the vulnerability she mentioned to him and Niall really meant something to him. Or maybe she was just reading into it—which she definitely shouldn’t have been reading into it.

“It’s a real shame you won’t have that hand to play with after all, Harry,” Uncle Charlie shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Charlie, I can handle a group of boys,” she rolled her eyes again, earning a bout of laughter from the group. But she knew that Uncle Charlie was worried about Harry specifically. He was a lot like Kael. In another life, Harry would have been a weakness for her. But not anymore. She was done with hockey guys.

“M’jus’ making sure she doesn’t fall. Sad y’couldn’t teach her t’skate. Some uncle you are,” he shrugged casually.

The group laughed again, and she smirked. Charlie ignored the childish behavior of his players but rubbed his middle finger on his nose like he had an itch aimed for Harry “They’re all yours, Sweetheart. Just tell them where you want them. They’ve all been instructed to listen carefully unless they want to do suicides tomorrow at practice, so be honest if they don’t listen. Or lie if you see fit,” Uncle Charlie remarked making everyone groan. “Harry, go get your gear she needs individual pictures too.”

His eyes flickered to Niall for several seconds. Right as he released her arm, Niall now stood beside her and waited for direction. He didn’t hold her elbow like Harry did, but it was clear there was an unspoken message they shared telepathically. That little flutter in her chest made it’s appearance once more solely because Harry was kind to her about her inability to skate.

No, she wasn’t going to fall for it.

She wasn’t going to fall for the hot left wing of her uncle’s team just because he offered to teach her to skate and didn’t make fun of her because she couldn’t.

Nope. She wasn’t.

Not even a little.

Right?

The boys were decidedly sweet. Despite the fact it was like trying to wrangle a group of twenty toddlers into one spot. They sat nicely for their headshots individually, but once she tried to get them into various poses and group shots with their respective lines it proved a little more difficult. (Don’t even get her started on how the whole team shot went).

Harry stood beside her while she took pictures of everyone but him. His presence was comforting in a way she didn’t want to admit so readily. It had been less than an hour since she spoke to him. When he returned with all his gear in place, he held a small rug that the coaches often used to stand at center ice and call drills. He laid it before her feet, and she didn’t have to worry as much about falling. Niall was her test subject in front of the goal. When she wanted to get another angle, Harry scooped up the little mat and held her elbow and let her guide while he slid alongside her at a pace that was much too slow for a professional hockey player. But Harry didn’t seem to mind.

“Can I see?” He asked while the others skated around, messing around at the other end of the rink. She was now at the bench where she was safe from slipping. Harry leaned over the rail, dropping his gloves onto the wooden seat beside her. She offered her camera to him. Carefully he cradled it, like he knew it really was precious to her. Silently, he looked at the little screen. A smile grew on his face as he admired how his pictures came out. “These are awesome, Rookie.”

“Thank you,” did her cheeks feel warmer from the compliment? She smiled softly as he looked through several photos of himself. Harry Styles was lucky he didn’t have a bad side. Not that she would tell him that.

“How come y’didn’t do this for Crowe’s team?” He asked clicking through photos of his teammates.

She blinked, the smile melting from her face. “You know about me and Kael?”

“Well, yeah. S’the whole hands-off talk Coach gave us. Said you’re done with hockey players,” Harry shrugged one shoulder, his gaze focused on the lines and group shots on the screen of her camera. “Fortunately for me, I don’t consider your ex a real hockey player,” he smiled at the screen. “But I haven’t told Coach ‘bout that loophole jus’ yet.”

She snorted and shook her head. The flirty comment was cute. She could admit that. Plus, a dig at her shitty ex made her feel a little lighter. But she wasn’t going to fall for Harry’s easy-going charisma.

If she repeated it to herself enough, it would stick.

“I will not be dating real and-or imaginary hockey players,” she told him.

“At least give me a chance t’change your mind, Rookie,” he offered.

“No, thank you,” she shook her head politely. He frowned. She laughed softly. “You genuinely look down by my answer.”

“Hell yeah,” he scowled. “Y’take pretty pictures and y’wrangled this ragtag group,” he sighed almost dreamily. “And you’re absolutely beautiful t’boot.”

That made her smile, at least. He was an expert flirter. “Thank you, Harry. I appreciate that.”

“Enough t’let me take you on a date?”

“No.”

“Ugh.”

She laughed again. “Thank you for helping me around the ice,” she said graciously. “I’ll tell Uncle Charlie you were a perfect gentleman after he left.”

“Rookie, love, you’ll ruin m’reputation,” he called after her as she made her way around the rink toward the exit.

Her apartment was not in the nice part of town. To be fair, it was only just over the border from the nicer side. From her place she could see the bar she would be working at on the days she wouldn’t be at the rink. She hadn’t told Uncle Charlie about it because she knew he would be pissed if he saw where she lived. But it was the right price and honestly, the other tenants weren’t bad.

She suspected one of her neighbors on the first floor was... an entrepreneur... for his... small business. Michael was very wary of her at first, but she was lucky because he wore a hockey jersey the day, she met him, Callie’s number and name on the front and back. She hadn’t gone to the rink yet because she was getting a lot of her things and affairs settled. That evening she moved in, she got him tickets to a home game through her uncle (along with a dozen cookies to welcome herself to the building). To his credit, Michael looked weary that the tickets were fake, but the cookies were good. They weren’t special seats or anything, but they weren’t bad seats either. He knocked on her door the day after the game and it was clear she wasn’t going to have any issues with her neighbor. “That was cool. If you need anything, I got you,” he assured her with a grin. “That car you got, I’ll keep an eye on it for you when you’re not around... you’re too sweet to be living here.”

She smiled. “Thanks Michael.”

On the second floor lived an older couple. They kept to themselves, but she was sure to give them a dozen cookies as well and offered to shovel out their cars when it snowed. But once Michael saw her out there shoveling, he joined her as well. She brought a hockey stick autographed by the whole team for their grandson. She couldn’t wait to hear how he enjoyed that Christmas gift.

Her neighbor on the third floor just down the hall was Marcellus. He went by Marc and told her that he had a boyfriend and if she had an issue with that, it was too fucking bad. The previous tenant must have been a piece of work. She laughed at him, handed off her dozen cookies and shrugged. “If he breaks your heart, I have a team of hockey boys who can take him on,” she giggled.

So, Marc loved her too.

She wouldn’t be jogging around the neighborhood any time soon, but it was nice she wouldn’t have to worry about her car being stolen (although good luck to anyone who tried to get that piece of crap to start without a prayer), or getting robbed on her way into the building.

Inside her little studio apartment was a small kitchen. There was enough space for a small loveseat, a bed, and TV. She had a coffee table and a counter to sit at for breakfast. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious and modern for a rundown studio apartment building.

After a full day at the rink, she was chilly. A shower was just what she needed before she ventured into the cold again. Letting the hot water soothe her cold neck and back was so nice. While her hair air-dried, she transferred and then sifted through her pictures on her laptop. The edits she made were small. The lighting and shadows only needed to be adjusted a little. She loved the natural look of the of the players in their element.

She forwarded the photos to Charlie for approval, and he would send them to the higher ups for printing.

They look stunning, Sweetheart. Incredible job.

Grinning she looked over the photos she took of Harry again. He was by far the best-looking guy on the team (not that the others weren’t good-looking but alas). Even in the photos where you couldn’t see his pretty face, there was a presence that made him look more attractive. It was obvious he was a good player. His talent was evident in the photos, and she was proud of herself for being able to capture it.

There was a knock on her door. She padded quietly across the room, peeked through the peephole to see Marc, before she opened it. “Hi,” she smiled.

“You have to teach me hockey,” he said. “This man is obsessed, and I don’t even know what you call the ball.”

“Puck.”

“Exactly.” She laughed. He glanced around her apartment. “Your talents are wasted on this run-down place—holy hottie, who’s that?”

Her computer screen remained on Harry’s smiling individual photo. Dimples on full display and looking intense but happy. “That’s Harry Styles.”

“I think I’ll like hockey after all.”

Shaking her head, she sighed. “Listen, I have a shift I have to get to, but there’s a game on tomorrow afternoon, come over and we’ll watch it, and I’ll teach you,” she offered.

“Bring flashcards of the players. It’ll make me more interested.”

She tied the apron around her waist as he sifted through the photos. “God damn, is this what all hockey players look like?” He asked.

“Bye Marc,” she pulled his arm and pushed him toward her door. “See you tomorrow.”

The Locker Room was a local restaurant owned by Louis Tomlinson. It was a hot spot for the players to go to on off days and after a win (they refrained from going after a loss unless absolutely necessary). The fans that went were not allowed to be aggressive about the players, but after a while, they got used to seeing the players so often, it became a nice place to be themselves.

Asher and Lang were playing darts while Niall and Callie focused on a game of pool. Harry sat back sipping his beer analyzing his contacts looking for the hookup he wanted for the evening. They had curfew at midnight since there was a game tomorrow evening which left him with ample time to peruse his list, meet up with the girl, and get home by midnight before he turned into a pumpkin.

“Who’s the lucky lady tonight?” Louis asked clapping a hand on Harry’s back.

“Haven’t decided yet,” he chuckled.

“Well, when the new waitress comes over, you are not to make her uncomfortable. I already warned her.”

“I would never,” he rolled his eyes, still scanning the names.

“Uh-huh,” Louis nodded. “Of course. Tell your teammates too. She’s off limits.”

“What’s up with every new girl being off limits in our life?” Callie asked.

“Coach won’t let us date his niece and you won’t let us date the new girl,” Niall explained to Louis for clarification.

“Fortunately, it’s the same person, so you don’t have to lose out on two girls.”

Harry pulled away from his screen to admire the pretty girl he met at the rink earlier in the day. His grin grew. “Oh, Rookie, it’s you,” he cooed.

“Oh Jesus,” Louis sighed. “Watch out for that one, love,” he patted her on the back.

“So, I’ve heard,” she smiled.

“Is she ours?” Asher asked excitedly.

“As long as you don’t torture her,” Louis shrugged.

“We would never!”

“Eleanor refuses to set foot back here because of you all.”

“Hire meaner waitstaff.”

“Best of luck, love,” Louis shook his head.

“What can I get you guys?” She asked sweetly.

“Uncle Charlie doesn’t pay you enough that you have to slum it here?” Lang asked.

“I heard that!” Louis shouted.

Harry was...quite taken. From the moment he laid eyes on her. The concentration on her face as she took pictures, the way her hair was pinned up, how bundled she was. Her smile was sexy. The quips that spilt from her mouth perhaps even sexier. Harry was certain she was a dream because good things at the rink consisted of goals, interviews, and the pizza from the snack bar. Not a pretty girl with an expensive camera and his assistant coach as her uncle.

Now her hair was still pinned back, an apron tied around her waist, and the black and silver uniform as homage to his own. Harry wanted her draped in the number eleven and his name on her back ASAP.

It was cute she couldn’t skate. Cute how passionate she was on day one taking pictures. She wasn’t flustered by their rowdiness, or their annoying nature. Harry knew that she was used to hockey boys��had to be if her ex was one of the top forwards in the league (although Harry didn’t recognize that too often). He liked how she didn’t take shit from them but was still kind. She was funny, creative, and lovely.

And he only saw her in action for a short time.

But it was enough to make him put his phone away and not think about hooking up with someone tonight. His focus would be on her waiting on the team and (hopefully) getting to know her more so he could rationalize falling for someone so out of his league and someone so off limits.

“Hi Rookie, love,” Harry smiled as she approached his table. She took orders from the other four hanging around.

“Hi Harry,” she answered.

“M’happy to see you again.”

She nodded. “It’s only been a few hours, Harry.”

“S’too long t’go without seeing your pretty face,” he assured her.

She rolled her eyes, but Harry noticed how her cheeks flushed with color. “What do you want to drink?” She asked instead.

“Are you on the menu?”

“Does that work on other girls?”

“Yes.”

“It’s probably because of the hockey thing you have going on. I promise it wouldn’t work if you weren’t a professional,” she shrugged.

“Good thing m’very professional,” he continued, his voice flirty.

“I’m putting down whatever the other guys said,” she shook her head and headed off to get the drinks.

“Harry, don’t bother her. Coach said she’s off-limits,” Niall reminded him while Callie took his shot.

“Yeah, she doesn’t strike me as one-night-stand material,” Asher murmured focusing on his dart going directly into the board.

“Mmm,” Harry sighed. In the brief interaction he had with her, he kind of figured that too. In fact, given she had been with Crowe for nearly a decade, he imagined she didn’t have too much experience dating other than her ex. Not that he would force her—or any woman. Like he said they all knew what they signed up for. Harry wasn’t great at the whole relationship thing. He was constantly traveling with the team. Practice most days, games most nights. Relationships were often one-sided and tiresome. It wasn’t fair to expect someone to wait for five months of the year to have a relationship.

One-night stands were better for him.

But he could at least ask her if she was willing to try him out. God, knew he wanted to try her out the second he looked at her.

“Your drinks,” she announced setting them on Harry’s table. He eyed her as she set the drinks down from the little tray in her arm. “Do you guys want food?” She asked.

“Are you on the menu now?”

“Jesus Christ,” Lang shook his head.

“You’re embarrassing us, Styles,” Callie sighed.

“Chicken wings, you said?” She asked scribbling on the pad of paper in her hand. “Great choice. Do you want anything else?” Harry smiled, opened his mouth to speak but she turned immediately. “Not you,” she said over her shoulder and sauntered over to the pool table. Lang and Asher chuckled to themselves at Harry’s strike out.

“You’re our hero, Sweetheart,” Asher sighed dreamily.

When Harry was on the ice there were zero thoughts of anything but slicing up the ice with the blade of his skate. He thought about the opponent across from him. The puck sliding across the ice and into the net. Protecting Niall in goal if anyone dared to lay a hand on him.

But now when they had timeouts, or when he was waiting for the puck to come up to him, he saw the pretty girl with her camera lens pressed to the glass, or in the cut out for the press. Her little badge draped around her neck looked so cute. Everything about her was cute and dainty.

Crowe was a fucking idiot to let her go.

Which made him wonder why he chose to break up with someone so pretty and witty. Creative as well.

Fuck. Coach was going to kill him.

But she really stood her ground. In the month that she had been part of the team, she seemed damn near impervious to Harry’s flirting. Harry worked hard to make her blush (which he could see was easy) but it took a lot to make her speechless. It was obvious Crowe didn’t treat her well. It seemed like Harry’s attention to her was the only time she had been shown affection. That alone pissed him off and made him hate him more. It was like she had never been told how pretty she was. Even when Harry wasn’t actively flirting with her, when he complimented her hair or how her pictures came out, she seemed completely off-guard.

What a fucking dick.

Harry once more wondered why they broke up. He still hadn’t figured it out. There was no way she wasn’t the perfect girlfriend. Especially for a hockey player. For all the reasons Harry didn’t date, she knew precisely what she was getting into and did it anyway. But she doted on his teammates as if she was dating all of them (there was no other way to describe it.) She always had extra tape for sticks. She walked with her cross body filled with supplies for hangovers, minor injuries, and the like. When she waited on them at Louis’ place, she knew their orders and had them ready almost like clockwork for when they arrived.

“Styles!” Coach Wheeler called. “If you’re not going to practice, you can sit out!” He shouted.

Shaking his head, Harry tried to rid his mind of the team’s photographer. The coach’s niece. His pretty waitress.

The star of all his dreams as of late.

“Sweetheart, where do you want us?!” Lang called.

She was on the bench, waiting to take some gameday photos. Today she was wearing skates, which made Harry nervous. He knew if she went down, she would protect her precious camera and he didn’t blame her, but it he hated the thought of her getting hurt. “Just by the—” She sighed, closing her eyes mid-sentence and she put her phone to her ear. “Stop fucking calling,” she snapped and then put her phone in her pocket again. “By the goal,” she cleared her throat.

The team stared at her. “Do you have a stalker, babe?” Asher asked.

“No,” she snorted and looked at her camera. She took a test shot of the empty net to make sure everything was set. She stepped tentatively onto the ice, more graceful than the last time she did. But Harry glided over to her quickly. He didn’t touch her, but he was more than ready to catch her. She ignored his presence, not in a mean way at all. Not an ounce of her was mean. Which is why it was so surprising she had that much malice in her voice on the phone.

“Everything okay, Sweetheart?” Charlie asked.

“Yup,” she popped the ‘puh’ sound.

She slid forward very carefully. “S’kind of shooting yourself in the foot here, Rookie. Figure skates have a better blade for beginners. S’harder t’skate on hockey skates for what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I was always told a hockey blade was thicker, so it was better.”

Harry shrugged. “S’not really that big of a deal in m’opinion. Figure skates have a longer blade, better for y’balance. Charlie set y’up with those?” She shook her head.

“No,” her voice was quiet.

“You bought hockey skates on your own?”

“Can you go stand with your team?” She asked dodging his question. He frowned.

“Yeah, sorry, Rookie, love,” he skated off but whistled at his younger teammate, Garrett, the third string forward for his position. Harry tilted his head in her direction and Garrett went over to her, standing way too far away in case she did fall.

“Who got her the skates?” He mumbled to Charlie. He shrugged.

“Not sure. Probably Kael. I would imagine he got a deal from his sponsors.”

God Harry hated him.

Mila was someone he saw on a semi-regular basis. Which meant she knew the drill. After their win, they would do their thing. Harry would stay until she fell asleep—because he wasn’t an asshole; and he wasn’t too proud to admit that he liked cuddling. Even if it was only for a little while—and he would send a text the next day to make sure she felt okay. There was no breakfast, no awkward small talk. Just sex. There was no setup to get feelings hurt or hearts broken. Harry was too busy for a girlfriend, and he would make for a shitty boyfriend.

It was cold when he left her place, and he blew into his hands for warmth when he as he headed to his car. There was a text on his phone from an unknown number.

Thought you would want to see the picture that’s on the front page of the sports section for tomorrow :) There was an impressive picture of Harry’s game winning goal. It wasn’t time sensitive but it was the one that broke the tie. The rest of the team held off the offensive line for the remaining ten minutes of the game.

Thanks, Rookie. I’m going to send it to Mum. She’ll print it for the fridge. How’d you get my number?

Kian gave it to me. Is that alright?

Who?

Callie 🙄 You should really learn your friends’ names. Is it okay I have your number?

Of course it’s alright. Just surprised YOU asked for it. Didn’t know you would want to talk to me so bad. You could have asked me yourself.

Sorry, I think have the wrong number.

He chuckled to himself while his car warmed up. The seat heater was heaven on his stiff muscles. Harry liked the cold—he had to being a hockey player. But it was her funny wit that warmed him from the inside out. Are you all still at Louis’?

Yes. Niall and Noah are about to break the air hockey machine.

Who?

🙄 Asher. Sorry. Jesus.

I’ll be right there, Rookie.

The next time the team won, Harry looked at the message from Layla asking if he wanted to come over to celebrate. He didn’t really want to. The guys were headed home because they had an early flight and there was no celebrating. Which meant that the pretty girl he wanted to celebrate with wasn’t going to be out and about either. She wouldn’t be doting on his drunk teammates. Wouldn’t be stopping their stupid fights about who’s turn it was to play her in darts. She wouldn’t be making sure they all made it home safely in the Ubers she ordered.

But Harry couldn’t just hang out with her either. There was no reason. She was basically his teammate and he couldn’t figure why she was so guarded. At least not beyond whatever it was she was dealing with Crowe.

“Is he still calling?” Niall asked looking at her phone the bench while she looked at her camera. Her hair always fell so perfectly as she watched the screen.

“Who?” Lang asked.

She sighed. “It’s just Kael.”

“Why?” Callie asked.

She shrugged. “I would have to answer to find out. Which is the last thing I want to do. I need a new phone number; I just haven’t gotten around to it. My schedule conflicts with most regular business hours so I could go to the store.”

“Charlie, you can’t spare her to give her a day off?” Asher asked.

Her uncle rolled his eyes, flipped him off, and continued practicing with the second and third stringers.

Harry sat beside her and peeked over her shoulder at her photos. “Do y’have any non-hockey photos?” She nodded and picked up her phone that was still showing Crowe blowing up her phone with calls and texts. “Why don’t y’block him, Rookie?” She swiped his notification away and she opened the web browser. It was currently on a recipe for carrot cake cupcakes. “Those look good,” he smiled.

She smirked. “It’s Ray’s birthday next week. Carrot cake is his favorite. Figured I’d make you all cupcakes.”

Harry thought she was too sweet for him. Someone with a lineup of women didn’t deserve her sweetness. Someone who was meeting Arya at her place after practice because he could didn’t get a girl like her. Him meeting Nyla after tomorrow’s away game three states away didn’t get someone like the pretty photographer.

Kael’s name kept popping up. “Y’probably never had t’block anybody before,” Harry said quietly. “D’you know how?” He hoped he didn’t sound condescending. But he had the unfortunate pleasure of blocking someone every now and again.

“I know how,” she laughed softly. “It’s just... with Kael, it’s likely to be a thing, you know?” She shrugged. “It’s easier to ignore him.”

“It probably gives him hope,” Harry frowned.

She held out her phone to him and shrugged. “That’s not my problem. I’ll see him in a couple weeks when we’re up North,” she reminded him. “Hopefully by then he’ll get the message; or I’ll have to talk to him in person.”

Harry took her phone and admired the portfolio of photos she displayed for him. The website was all black making her images pop. She was so talented. There were babies and weddings. There were family portraits and just general landscape shots. All of differing but equal beauty and perfection. Natural. Lovely.

Harry swiped away Kael’s name again and clicked on the menu item of the about section.

Two side by side pictures of the pretty girl next to him were on the screen. One with the camera in front of her eye, the other a sweet smile on her face camera in front of her like a prop. Behind the Lens... Thank you for browsing. If you like what you see, I’d be happy to quote you for any need. I have experience in just about any area of photographing. Thank you for letting me part of you day!

Too sweet for someone who was going to never be able to settle down because of his job. No matter how much he wished she could be part of his day.

Kael’s stupid name popped up again. Without another rational thought, Harry answered the call, pressed the phone to his ear, and skated off knowing she couldn’t go after him.

“Finally, baby,” Kael groaned.

“STYLES HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed.

“Crowe, nice t’hear from you.”

“Who the fuck is this?” He growled.

“HARRY!” She was on the ice in her ever-present boots. They weren’t great for walking on ice. She slipped immediately but Lang was right nearby to help her up. Harry was going to feel guilty about that for ages.

“None of your business,” he shook his head. “She doesn’t want y’calling anymore.”

“What the fuck? Put her on the phone!”

“No,” Harry said defiantly. “She doesn’t want t’talk t’you. Ever. Stop calling y’piece of shit.”

Lang looked at Harry wildly as he glided with the pretty girl clutching to his arm. She smacked Harry multiple times on the arm and chest making the coaches laugh. “Give me the phone!” She snapped.

“Give her the phone!” He repeated. “Listen to her!”

“No, y’don’t deserve her,” Harry stepped out of her reach where she lost her balance as she lunged for him. She fell again catching her hands. Thank God she didn’t have her camera. Lang helped her to her feet again and Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him again. “Y’didn’t appreciate her, her talent, or anything. Y’didn’t get her the right skates, and I don’t know what y’did t’piss her off so bad, but y’not getting her back,” Harry said it so casually. But every word was meant for her.

“Is that you, Styles?” Crowe snarled.

“Bye Crowe, see you in a month!” He said cheerily handing the phone off to her.

She nearly fell again despite holding onto Lang. “What the hell, Harry!”

“I got rid of him,” he shrugged. “You’re welcome.”

Her face was beat red with embarrassment. Her hands had to be cold from the fall. But she still looked adorable as always. Even with a sour expression, she was sweet. Pretty beyond belief. Wide eyes, soft skin, even her nose was cute. She glared at him and spun on her heel. “Get me away from him,” she snapped.

Harry sighed, feeling bummed he pissed her off too much. Lang shook his head at Harry as he helped her back to the bench. She packed up her things and left.

But he couldn’t help but notice that her phone had stopped ringing.

She was still mad at him a week later. If she ignored his flirting before, this was an entire new level. She hardly acknowledged his presence. He missed her. In a weird way. He enjoyed bugging her, but perhaps it went to far. It was an invasion of her personal life that he wasn’t privy to, and he didn’t really have any right to deal with her ex-boyfriend.

That didn’t mean anything he said wasn’t anything but the truth.

“Hey Rookie,” he said as she entered the room to get their drink orders for the evening.

“Hi everybody,” she grinned at everyone in turn and glared at Harry.

“Boy you pissed her off,” Niall chuckled.

He shrugged. “Worth it,” because it was. He hated Kael before, he hoped he got the clue.

“You know she had to talk to him, right?” Callie asked. Harry’s head snapped up from his phone screen looking at his contacts once more. Harry wasn’t sure he could pinpoint it exactly but his evenings with the women in his phone were leaving him less and less fulfilled. He wasn’t looking for any grand pronouncements of love. That wasn’t his thing. But the idea of spending the evening with someone didn’t give him the same excitement as it used to.

It was probably the day he met her. But it was sinking in more over the week she had barely spoken to him. “What do y’mean?” He frowned.

“Crowe? She had to talk to him after that stunt you pulled.”

Harry glowered at the table. “Why?”

“Because he wouldn’t stop blowing up her phone and he was threatening to come to her if she didn’t just talk to him. Why do you think she didn’t come with us on the plane the next day?”

Harry felt like a jerk. “Oh.”

“She hates you,” Asher reminded him.

He rolled his eyes. “She could have told one of us,” he mumbled. Harry would have sat outside her apartment waiting for him.

“I don’t know if you noticed Harry, but she’s pretty private,” Niall sighed leaning on his pool stick. “I know you meant well, but it kind of fucked up her day.”

Harry pouted. He met her gaze as she brought their drinks out.

And if she spilled Harry’s on him, well, he supposed he deserved that.

Harry was a great hockey player, a great friend. A great brother and son. Not to toot his own horn but he thought he truly was the World’s Best Uncle like it said on the T-shirt Gemma had got him when she told him she was pregnant. He was still pretty humble all things considered; always looking to improve. Coach Wheeler was one of his favorite mentors (right after his mum) and he strived to do better by them.

He was bad at Chemistry in school. He wasn’t good at Sudoku. Most recently he felt like he was bad at having sex. The thing he had going with the women he knew didn’t seem to be working for him the way it used to. There was an awkwardness to the hookups when he left. He wasn’t mentally present in the moment.

Harry was pretty certain he would be a shitty boyfriend.

He needed her forgiveness, or the other remaining areas of his life were going to get worse too.

Most notably, he was shit in practice. He worried he was going to be demoted to second string.

Harry arrived early to practice, putting goals in the net two hours before everyone else arrived. He would have to pay to resurface the ice twenty minutes before practice officially started. But he hoped that she was going to show up early with her carrot cake cupcakes. He anticipated she would be just one short. Which Harry deserved on top of everything else too.

Fortunately, she did arrive early.

“Hey,” he waved.

She ignored him, set the cupcakes down on the bench and pulled out her camera. She fiddled with it, wiping the lens off with a cloth, and took some test shots of the ice.

“Rookie, love,” he sighed and skated over to the bench.

“Yes, Mr. Styles? Can I help you?”

“C’mon, Rookie, I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I was just trying to help.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored him. “You must get whatever you want all the time.”

He frowned. “No, I don’t actually,” although from her perspective he could see what she meant.

“Well, me either, so if I’m going to be miserable. So are you.”

He snorted, shook his head. He stepped off the ice and sat on the bench beside her. “I’m sorry, Bunny. Really. I hated that he was bothering you. I didn’t mean t’make it worse, honest. I would have done the same for m’sister or any one of the guys’ girls.”

“I am an adult Harry. I’m independent and I can handle my own shit. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I understand. M’sorry, really. I won’t do it again. But m’sick of y’being mad at me. S’been no fun this week without skating you around, grossly overtipping you jus’ so you’ll spend extra time with us,” he smiled shyly at her.

She sucked her lip into her mouth. For a moment she looked at her lap, obviously thinking something over. “How’d you know he bought me the wrong skates?” Her voice was quiet.

Harry blinked wondering how long she had that question locked and loaded. He shrugged. “I asked Charlie. He said he didn’t. So, I assumed it had to be him.”

She sighed and looked up. “He said figure skates would make me look like try-hard. Hockey skates would make me look more like I belonged on his arm,” she explained. “I didn’t know. I would have...” she shook her head. “It was eye-opening when you said that, and it hurt... and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry too.”

Harry sighed with relief. “You don’t have t’apologize,” he promised. “I’m sorry. Seriously.”

“Apology accepted.”

Harry grabbed her shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Thanks Bunny.”

She wrinkled her nose at him in distaste. “I don’t like Bunny.”

“Oh...” his smile grew by the second. “Y’don’t Rookie, love?” He chuckled standing up and getting back on the ice. “Y’probably shouldn’t have told me that,” he winked and skated off.

“There’s no cupcake for you!” She called.

“That’s okay, Bunny!” He shouted back with a grin and sank a shot from half-ice.

Maybe Harry would be a shitty boyfriend, but he was going to be her best friend instead.

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Four Letters: Ch 3

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Creampie, Gagging, Light Bondage, Dom!Jungkook, Degrading Names, Light Cumplay, D/S Themes, Hair Pulling Word Count: 10,008

You groaned, hearing the buzzing beside your bedside, which didn't stop. Dear God- what time was it? You rolled over, looking at your phone, multiple notifications popping up. It was probably from the group chat Jimin impulsively made recently- which you absolutely despised. You had tried to leave about ten times in the last two weeks since you were added, but it was pointless, seeing as they kept adding you back in. And it was only 9 AM!

You buried your face into the pillow, clawing at it as you heard more buzzing. You unplugged the phone from the chord, opening the group chat to what Jimin labeled as SQUAD.

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:12 AM

Guys, my parents are visiting. What color should I dye my hair?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:12 AM

Why do you need to dye your hair?

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:13 AM

Can you tell them to pay off my student loans while they're here? ;)

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:13 AM

Literally fuck off Jimin

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:13 AM

lololol

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

you're lucky i wasn't asleep at 9 am otherwise you'd be DEAD

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:14 AM

Don't you have History class right now?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

which is why i'm up

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:14 AM

Are you in class?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

i just woke up

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:15 AM

hoseok ur class is starting now... it probs already began

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

SHIT GTG

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:15 AM

Yikes.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:16 AM

poor hobi :(

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:16 AM

his fault for being a fucking idiot lmao

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:17 AM

UM BACK TO ME

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:17 AM

Geez and i thought i was the attention whore of this friend group

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:17 AM

You guys make me want to die.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:17 AM

i would think ur parents wouldn't want u to dye ur hair jk

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:18 AM

they wouldn't

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:18 AM

??? am i not connecting the dots???

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:18 AM

when do u ever lololol

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

You should try blue. That's pretty edgy.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:19 AM

What would YOU know about being edgy?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

STFU or I'm not helping you on your next exam.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:20 AM

SORRY MISTRESS

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:20 AM

hey where's y/n anyway

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

she's probably asleep

Y/N

Y/NNNNNNN

You 9:21 AM

i'm gonna fucking bash ur brains in you insufferable twat

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

found her!

sorry for waking you baby ;)

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9: 22 AM

we're trying to find out a new hair color for jk

You 9:22 AM

why the fuck would i give a shit

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:22 AM

just say ur fav color or something

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:22 AM

it's probably black like her soul

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:22 AM

What is she, an edgy 14-year-old girl?

You 9:23 AM

it's magenta

can everyone please fuck off now i'm trying to get some sleep

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:23 AM

Magenta is the last thing i would've guessed to be ur fav color

You 9:23 AM

what part of fuck off do you not understand

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:23 AM

JK i think u would look great with magenta hair! it's like pink and red

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:23 AM

i would hope he knows what magenta is

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:24 AM

Y/N, I thought you had to help teach your niece how to drive today?

You 9:24 AM

oh yeah

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:24 AM

i would've never pictured you as the family kinda gal

You 9:24 AM

i still have aunty duties

anyways i'm gonna go bye losers

With that, you click off, letting out a breath of relief as you put it on do not disturb. You must've forgotten to last night. But unfortunately, you only had an hour or so to sleep before you had to get up again to pick up your niece.

Karin's hands are shaky on the wheel, her focus on the road. You had faith in her so far, though from what your eldest sister told you before, she had almost crashed into a pole her first time behind the wheel. Still, though her moves were a bit jerkish and she signaled far too early, you hadn't died yet, which was a plus in your book.

Unfortunately, you couldn't exactly be the frigid bitch your peers knew you to be, especially to your niece. But she was your favorite niece, and you were her favorite aunt, partially because you weren't that much older than her, as a result of being the youngest kid in your family. So you were still allowed to curse and give her life advice on sex and maturity and whatnot- and she'd promise not to tell her fretting mother.

The car comes to a sudden halt, resulting in you slamming into the dashboard and being snapped back into your seat by the seatbelt. You gawked, looking up as a car continued to go in from the left, bypassing the two of you. Karin's arms were shaking, and her eyes were wide with fright as they trailed after the car.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you screeched.

"Sorry," Karin said, apologetically wincing to hear your scolding.

"No, not you-you're great, sweetheart. I mean that son of a bitch!" you said, pointing to the car as it sped off. "You totally had right of way. Does that guy not know the meaning of yielding to oncoming traffic? Who in their right mind gave him a liscense?"

"I'm sure it was an accident," Karin said, moving forward as she stepped on the pedal again, trying to get back to the speed limit.

"Don't become drivers like those," you said. "I'd never hear the end of it from your mom if she knew that I corrupted you into a bad driver."

"Despite the fact you corrupted me into other things?" Karin asked cheekily.

You rolled your eyes. "You simply asked questions and I answered. I wasn't going to be like your mom and try to convince you babies came from cranes when you were still in your double digits."

"Ugh- don't remind me," Karin says, rolling her eyes. "I have to pretend I don't even know what sex is when we watched a movie last night."

"I thought the two of you had already had the talk?" you questioned, waving your hand to the right as you signaled that she should do the same with her blinker.

"We did- but you know how she is. You're the one who actually explained what a vagina was and the meaning of consent," Karin said, pointing the blinker up with her left pinky.

"Well, she just doesn't want you to mature as fast as she did. Not that she regrets it, or that I think you will," you say.

Your sister had gotten pregnant by the age of 17 with her boyfriend. Just a year older than Karin herself. Luckily enough your parents hadn't kicked her out of the family, and the boyfriend stayed, but a lot of it hindered on her education. She had to go to a community college after Karin was old enough for daycare, and she ended up becoming a social worker. Which was fine, though your sister would admit she wondered what would've happened if things took a different course.

You remembered how puzzled you were that you were only 7 and already an aunt. The kids in your class said your sister was pure 'trailer trash' and that you were bound to follow her lead. You knew it was far worse for her, though, having to be judged for her round belly, listening to whispers about her in class, because apparently, every teen mom was a common slut. It was absolutely ridiculous, and to think they'd add more stress onto someone who was carrying a child. You knew even when you were young that it was despicable.

But your sister ended up giving birth fine anyway- a beautiful and healthy baby girl by the name of Karin. You remember how scared you were when you first held her, afraid you'd drop her. At the time you had a family cat, and you were worried that the instinct of just dropping the cat would kick in while you were holding the baby. Fortunately, that never came to be.

Once you were older, you were often babysitting the child while your sister was away- and your brother wanted nothing to do with having to babysit a kid. It was fine by you, as you thought of her as more of a younger sister than something as strange as a niece, and it was even comforting as you never had the chance to be the older sibling. Besides, being called aunt made you feel so old, from way back then to now. You cringed each time you heard it.

You were caught in your thoughts when your phone began to buzz. You look to Karin apologetically, but she simply assures you it's fine. "It's alright, you can answer it," she tells you.

You huff, slightly irritated that someone was interrupting your quality time with your niece, and to your surprise, the contact of "incompetent twit" is the first thing to pop up.

"Who is it?" Karin asks you, rolling to a stop at an intersection.

"An idiot," you huff, answering. Why the hell was Jungkook calling you? "What is it, nimrod? I told you I'd be teaching my niece how to drive."

"Y/N," he whines. "Can you pick me up at the salon?"

"Why? Can't you ask someone else?" you question.

"Jimin dropped me off but class started for him- and I know you don't have any classes today. Besides, I want you to be the first person to see it."

"Why would I care about your hair, Jeon?" you question.

Karin chuckles as she begins driving again, the light flashing green. "Are you usually this snippy with your boyfriends?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He's just an idiot," you sigh. "And trust me, he deserves my attitude."

"You know I love it, baby."

"Not in front of my niece, brat. She can hear you," you bite back. You really didn't want your sister's impressionable teen daughter to find out you were having rough, kinky sex with your mortal enemy.

"Alright, fine, fine. But c'mon, please? I'll pay for McDonald's."

Karin's eyes light up. "Did I hear McDonald's?"

You sigh, feeling defeated again. How could you deny her absolutely adorable smile? God, the boys were probably all over her at her high school- you wanted to bat them away with a stick. No one deserved precious little Karin- though if she knew you thought that she'd accuse you of being too similar to her mother.

"I'm still with my niece, Jungkook," you remind him.

"That's fine- just have her drive here. I'll pay for both of you."

"Ugh, fine," you huff.

"Thanks, babeeee," he cackles on the other line.

"Shut up," you bite back, hanging up on him. "You're gonna go straight for another few hundred yards and then make a left. We're already on our way there, luckily."

"You two seem cute," Karin grinned. "Like an OTP that constantly bicker with each other."

"I don't get your teen slang- it makes me feel old," you say, eyeing the speed limit she was going.

"Basically I think you two are cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" Karin questions, waggling her brows.

"He's what you kiddos call a fuckboy- so that's a no. And besides, I'd never date him in a million years. I thought I told you, you weren't getting a new uncle anytime soon?" you remind her.

"Ah, yes, your no dating rule after that ex of yours," she hums, executing her left turn shortly after signaling. "What happened between you two anyway? Mom said it really crushed you, but she keeps hush hush about it."

"Trust me, it's nothing," you lie. "It's just the usual. People... grow apart, I guess."

"Doesn't sound like that's the kind of dramatic breakup it seemed to be," Karin mused. "I remember because you ended up sleeping on our couch shortly after, y'know before you moved back into that sorority house."

"Don't remind me," you sigh, wondering to yourself how she remembered so much about the topic.

"So, what was it anyway?" Karin pried, nosy as ever.

"I'll tell you when you're a bit older. Not that I think you're not mature enough, but I think your mom would believe I'd ruin your chances at believing in men if I told you," you chuckled softly.

Karin gave you a sad glance. "You weren't cheated on, were you Aunt Y/N?"

"No- but honestly I think I would've taken that any day," you admit.

"Did he die?"

You laugh hard at that. "Sometimes I wish. But no- I'm not into that Romeo bullshit anyway. I don't know where he is now- he graduated a bit after the breakup since he was a few years older than me if you remember."

"Well, it's good that you don't have to see him again. I heard traumatizing stuff like that can trigger people. I remember one girl in my Chorus class had a panic attack when some guy sitting in front of her was playing a shooting game. It was pretty horrifying," Karin admitted. "The worst part was that the guy claimed she was just being too sensitive."

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes. "Now, don't tell your mom I'm condoning violence, and I don't know what she'd say- but let's just say if you punch an absolute asshole in the face, that I wouldn't be opposed."

Karin laughed. "Thanks for that. There better be a cake with my name on it."

"Here, pull in and try to park outside the salon. There you go, sharp left... now a right, now fix your wheel hard left, hard left, that's my girl!" you cheered. "Now park the car, and we'll go find my despicable douchebag so that he can pay for our food. I'm starving!"

She locks the car, swinging the door open as the two of you walk into the salon. Your eyes find themselves scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark hair, but to your surprise, the adorable bunny smile belongs to a man with magenta hair.

You gawk, eyes bugging out as Jungkook sweeps you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. You shove him back, wiping your mouth. "Ew- not in front of my niece, creep," you say, used to him trying to kiss you whenever possible. He often said your lips were addicting, and it was rare enough he got to since most of the time the two of you were with your friends, who were still unaware of the fact the two of you were hooking up.

"I just didn't want your niece to think you were forever alone," Jungkook cackles, enjoying the annoyed look on your face. "So- what do you think?"

"Did you seriously dye your hair magenta just because it's my favorite color?" you deadpanned, quirking a brow as you crossed your arms.

"Maybe," Jungkook said, wiggling his brows. "Does it look good?"

"You never look good," you huff, lying through your teeth.

Jungkook ignores your comment, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, placing his chin on your shoulder as he pouts to you. "C'mon- just admit you love it."

"Fine- you don't look ugly with pink hair. Happy?" you hiss, elbowing him in the rib to pry him off. You hated PDA.

"Very," Jungkook smirked, letting go of you. He turned to Karin, holding out his hand. "You must be Y/N's niece. You must've gotten the good genes from the family- in comparison to Y/N, of course."

You elbowed him in the rib again as the two snickered. Karin laughs, shaking his hand. "Yeah, I'm Karin. She's helping me learn how to drive."

"So I've heard," Jungkook smiles. "Tell me, Karin, do you like my hair?"

"You kind of look like a strawberry," Karin admitted.

Now it was your turn to snicker, and the three of you exit the salon to go to the car. Jungkook opens the car door for Karin, specifically picking the backseat. For a second you thought it'd be so that he'd have an excuse to sit in the front with you, but to your surprise he sits in the back with her, sticking you to act as their chauffeur. Scumbag.

You drive the three of you to McDonald's, and you saunter in, grinning widely to Jungkook. Without hesitance, he steps forward to the cash register, no line in sight, taking his order. For you, he picks a Big Mac with no cheese, fries, and a chocolate shake. He then turns to Karin and questions what she'd order.

It isn't until you get your food and sit down that you question him about it. You sit next to Karin and Jungkook sits in front of the two of you. "How'd you remember my order, anyway?"

"Despite what you think, I'm not nearly as big of an idiot as you think I am," Jungkook laughs. "Besides, you order the same thing every time."

"I'm just trying to get fat, thank you very much," you bite, taking a lot sip of your drink.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" Karin questions.

"We're not friends," you're quick to clarify, glowering at Jungkook as he wagged his brows at you.

"Fine- how long have you guys been hanging out then?" Karin restates, quirking a brow.

"Officially? A few years. Unofficially, about a month," Jungkook states. He quirks a brow to you, raising it precariously high you're afraid it'll blend into his hairline. "Actually- it's probably been over a month by now, hasn't it?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not sentimental like you, Jeon. Why would I care enough to remember the date?" you shrug. Yeah, it probably was a month since you and Jungkook started hooking up. And you did admittedly know the exact date- but you weren't foolish enough to insinuate to Jungkook of all people that you actually cared about anything. Caring just leads to hurting anyway, no matter what it's for.

Jungkook gives a sigh to Karin, shaking his head. "See what I have to put up with? Bet your family doesn't have it half as bad as I do."

"She's known as the cool one in our family- at least to me anyways. Mainly because she's got about half a dozen piercings in each ear," Karin replies.

Your hand brushes along them at the mention of that. "I'm really not. Jungkook's got a lot more than me, anyway. He used to have one in his eyebrow but he got it removed. And he's got more tattoos than I do."

"The eyebrow piercing was a mistake- I'm never piercing my face again," Jungkook grimaced. "And I thought you had more than me?"

"No, I've got only three, and you've got four," you remind him.

"Oh yeah- let's see, you have the lotus flower on your upper back, right beneath your neck, right? And you've got some sort of hummingbird behind your ear- I know that one because Lisa showed everyone when she went with you to the tattoo parlor. And... the third..." Jungkook trailed off, trying to wrack his memory.

"The third is the panda above the back of my elbow," you chastise. "I can't believe you couldn't get that one right, it's my favorite!"

"Well, you should try listing off all of my tattoos," Jungkook said. "I bet you can't."

"Easy. Bumblebee behind your ear- I remember because I yelled at you since you were trying to copy me, especially since it was the day after I got mine and you were trying to get back at me for messing up one of your hookups. There's the Hello Kitty on your ankle from when you lost that bet to Hoseok, and there's the geometric outline of a wolf on your bicep," you said, grinning smugly.

"And the fourth?" Jungkook questioned, raising his brows expectantly.

Your jaw opened and dropped. "I... um... It's-"

"Aha! You don't remember! For shame, Y/N," Jungkook teases, making your niece burst out with laughter.

"I listed three- you only listed two," you shoot back.

"It's the ladybug on my wrist," Jungkook laughs, prideful that he duped you.

"What made you decide to get a ladybug?" Karin questioned, looking down at the little red bug on his wrist.

"I like ladybugs," Jungkook shrugs. "The bumblebee was mainly because it was the mascot for the team I used to play on."

"Ladybugs are cute," Karin admitted. "Y'know- I think my mom would love to have you as a brother-in-law."

Jungkook looked up at you with wide eyes and a pleased grin, dimples showing as his eyes twinkled with absolute delight- and you knew you'd never hear the end of it. You glared at Karin, her own sly smirk on her face that she tried to conceal when she ate. Jungkook quickly went to the restroom, and you wrestled Karin into your arms, rubbing your knuckles against the top of her head playfully as you ruffled her hair. "What was that about, munchkin? You want that brat to become your uncle?"

"He's cute! And you two are adorable, I'd love to have him as an uncle," Karin laughed, trying to free herself from your grip. "Besides, I think everyone wants you to get back out there, especially since it's been years after that big bad breakup. Remember how disappointed mom was when you turned down that blind date?"

"I don't see why everyone has to meddle with my love life," you huff, freeing the wiggling brat from your grip.

"Kinda hard to request that when you don't have one," Karin pointed out.

You only rolled your eyes at that but wondered how much your family truly worried about you. Unlike Jungkook's well known conservative family, yours was fairly left wing. Despite that, however, there were still pressures for you to find someone. Perhaps a big part of that was from how cold and distant you had become after being left so traumatized. However, you definitely didn't want to disappoint your family, and let them give up all hope on you.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook slid back into the booth, making a witty remark that had Karin choking on her drink.

"I thought the thing with your teacher was a lost cause," Lisa said, pressing her chin against the arms that already rested on the table.

The six of you were in the library during a group study session. Xiyeon had her nose buried in a textbook, as usual, and you yourself were typing up an essay that was due tonight. Jimin was hastily making flashcards with Jungkook, as the class they were in had an upcoming test. Lisa was supposed to be looking up answers on Quizlet to an assignment that was due very soon. Hoseok tagged along, partially so that he wouldn't be excluded, and partially because he had news to share.

"She said if I could do extra credit, she'd notify me," Hoseok clarified.

"I thought all people were sarcastic when they directed you, Hobi," you murmured, fingers flying across the screen.

"The point is," Hoseok said, shooting a glare your way. "She said if I can write a twenty-page essay on the topic we're studying in class, she'll boost my grade up. The thing is, it's due tomorrow."

"How're you going to get all of that done in time?" Jungkook questioned, furrowing his brows.

As though on cue, all of you turned your heads to the girl whose nose was buried in a textbook, too engrossed in the fine print on the pages to pay attention to the conversation. As though she could sense all eyes were on her, she slowly raised her head up, a confused gaze befalling all of yours. "Uh-oh. What is it you want me to do now?"

"Can you pretty please help me write a twenty-page essay by tomorrow?" Hoseok pleaded, throwing his hands up and clasping them together in a begging motion.

"Is it for that teacher you screwed up with? She expects her essays to be impeccable- it'll be impossible!" Xiyeon gawked. "You know she expects only .5 spacing and the font size to be 6, right? It's pointless."

"Xiyeon, I'll literally owe you for the rest of my life," Hoseok said, eyes big and puppy like. "Please."

Xiyeon pursed her lips, as though unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, she turned to you. "Y/N, you're the biggest, most honest hardass I know. Should I do it?"

"Wow, I'm flattered," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Y/N- c'mon!" Hoseok said, raising his voice slightly in the quiet library.

You sighed, looking at his shaking fists and pouting lips. "He seems pretty desperate..." you muttered, throwing him a bone, letting it be known that observation alone would be the only leverage you'd offer.

Xiyeon sighed to herself, rubbing her temples. The rest of you looked at her expectantly, anticipating her answer. Finally, she let out an irritated, reluctant, "Fine."

"YES!" Hoseok hollered, jumping to his feet, causing a librarian to scurry over to your table to give him a quick scolding and threaten to kick all six of you out- perhaps even ban you for life from the solace behind the many shelves of books. You never heard someone project so well with a whisper, but be damned, this middle-aged woman did it.

It was when the six of you exited the library after you were done that Hoseok kissed both you and Xiyeon on the cheek. You wiped the pretend slobber off your cheek to swipe at the back of his head, but ultimately you knew he'd owe you as well for being able to subtly convince Xiyeon of anything.

"Y/N!" Jungkook shouted, entering your room.

"Woah, what the hell, how'd you get into the house?" you asked, frightened half to death as he barged in. "Have you never heard of knocking?"

"Lisa let me in after I called her- told her I needed to annoy you," Jungkook grinned.

"Oh my God, that son of a bitch," you hissed. "What the hell do you want, Jeon?"

"Our results came in," Jungkook exclaimed, reaching back into his back pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper. "I didn't check yours- don't worry. But I'm clean!"

It then clicked. A few days ago the two of you weren't able to hook up because apparently, he ran out of condoms. You didn't purchase any because before Jungkook you weren't exactly getting laid regularly, so it was evening when the two of you were shopping in a grocery store, and you were reaching into your purse and getting one of the water bottles from off the shelf. You screwed the lid off and popped the pill in.

"What's that?" Jungkook questioned, looking curiously to it.

"My birth control. We've been having sex regularly, you should expect me to have something to make sure I don't get pregnant, Jungkook," you say, furrowing your brows.

"Woah- wait, you've been on birth control this whole time?" Jungkook gawked.

"What, yeah? I've been on it since I was of legal age, what's the big deal?" you question.

"W-What's the big deal? You've got to be shitting me, woman!" Jungkook says, flabberghasted by your question.

"I can assure you I'm not," you assure him, holding up the Trojan. "These things can break, dumbass." You really didn't know why guys made such a big deal about condoms. Seriously, how much better could it even feel? The only thing that's different is a layer of rubber.

"Why don't we not use the condoms then?" Jungkook questioned.

"With your diseased ass? You've probably slept with half of the school campus- no way," you huff, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to let Jungkook give you the same thing Jimin had- or what half of the population on campus had.

"I'm clean. I always use a condom, and you're my most consistent hookup, why can't we?" Jungkook questions.

"I'll believe it when you get tested," you grumble, tossing the water bottle and Trojan packet onto the conveyor belt, watching it casually roll to the bored cashier.

"Fine- after this let's get tested. You and me," Jungkook said, no tone of sarcasm in his voice.

You look to him, quirking a brow as you hand the cashier your money. "Wait, what? You seriously want to get tested with me?"

"Sure- c'mon, Y/N, I'm begging for this," Jungkook pleaded. His lower lip puckers out in a pout, and he gives you the puppy eyes that no girl is able to resist.

"Can the two of you have this conversation elsewhere?" the cashier suggests, her eyes narrowed as she grimaced at the two of you. "Sex before marriage is a sin, anyway."

"Shh, I'm trying to convince a girl to let me cum inside of her," Jungkook says, taking the bag. He turns to you, "C'mon, can we go?"

"Fine, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes. You turn to the cashier. "And don't try to imply someone's going to hell- especially to customers. Gives you bad reviews, no?"

Your mind snaps back to the present. "Oh, yeah, that. Give me my results, I should see!"

Jungkook hands you the folded piece of paper, and you eagerly unfold it, checking to see if you were positive for anything. You let a smile grace your features to find everything negative. "I'm clean," you announced.

"High five!" Jungkook said, raising your elbow up to have you slap your hand against his. "Now I can fill you up like a sponge!"

"That is the least sexy thing I've ever heard in my life," you say, cringing at his words.

"I've got plenty of lines to make up for it," Jungkook cackled. "Besides, the look on your face was worth it."

"Oh my God, I regret sleeping with you," you huff, falling back onto your bed.

"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckles, crawling onto the bed with you.

You press your hand against his chest. "Not here. Anyone could hear and find out what we're up to. Maybe a later time, when we aren't in my sorority house, ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jungkook says, falling beside you.

You look to him, noticing how he plays with his hair. You wonder if he regrets dying it. Truthfully, it grew on you.

As though sensing your thoughts, he looks to you. "My parents are gonna be visiting soon- they rain checked last time. If you're wondering."

Ok, so he didn't get what you were thinking at all. "Makes sense. Your parents are... busy."

His mouth goes small at that. "Yeah, they are."

"Well, for the record, the pink hair grew on me," you offered, a sinking feeling in your chest as you saw the lost puppy look in his eyes. "It... suits you, I guess. It looks nice in comparison to how buff you are."

Jungkook grins at that. "You really like it?"

"Sure," you say, wondering to yourself if you really should've let him know that.

"Y/N, I've got another track for you to listen to," Yoongi called, entering the studio.

"Oh, great! Namjoon, do you think you can't break something for about five minutes?" you say, turning to him. Truthfully, he had gotten better when it came to controlling his flailing limbs.

"Yeah, sure," he says, unfazed as he picks up the headphones to the side and puts them on. You take off your own, getting up from your chair to go to Yoongi.

"Oh, by the way, I know you don't exactly go to parties and all that, but there's one being thrown at Lambda or whatever tonight. A lot of your fraternity brothers are going, and I was just wondering if you'd be coming," you say casually, hooking the bulky headphones around your neck.

"Would you want me to go?" Yoongi questions, his question hesitant as he raises his brows.

You try to brace a warm smile. "I mean, yeah. I never see you at parties, I think it'd be cool. We could actually hang out outside the studio, I guess."

"Yeah... I'd like that," Yoongi says.

"So are you going?" you question, looking up to him.

Yoongi opens his mouth, but his face falls. "Can't. I have to help my friend with his podcast tonight since his partner is sick. I promise to go to the next one for you, though."

You find yourself smiling slightly, not missing how he specifically mentioned you. "That's fine- but remember, you promised."

"A promise is a promise," Yoongi chuckled, letting you place the headphones over your ears.

You're currently squinting your eyes, aiming your best in your hazy state to attempt to land the ping pong in the cup. You had no clue where everyone was. Hoseok and Lisa were probably already tearing each other's clothes off, and Jungkook and Jimin were probably acting as wingman for one or the other. Xiyeon, who had been dragged along, was probably just drinking and keeping along the wall, waiting for Jimin to call one of his usual games.

Or so you thought, because soon enough the familiar smell of alcohol from someone's hot breath fanned over you, and someone's small body was slamming into yours right as you throw your ball, making you miss your aim entirely.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you say, turning towards the person in question.

Xiyeon must be drunk out of her mind. Her hair was a mess and mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her cup was still partially filled, though most of it probably splashed onto the floor. "Y/N, I need to talk to you."

"What? Dude, what happened-" Xiyeon doesn't let you finish, instead grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you along. She kicks open a bathroom door, where a couple was making out. She's bawling as she screams at them, "Get out!" This makes them scurry out, and she shoves you inside, locking the door behind her.

"Woah, are you going to murder or rape me or something?" you question, bug-eyed. Xiyeon had just pushed you into a dirty frat bathroom, going as far as to kick out the previous couple that was in here. You were beginning to fear she brought you here to bathe in your blood.

"No- Y/N, I did a horrible, horrible thing and you're the only person I can talk to," Xiyeon weeps, burying her face in her hands.

"Why can't you tell the others? Do you want me to get them-"

"No! You can't! Please, Y/N, swear to me you won't tell a soul," Xiyeon pleaded, grabbing onto your hands in desperation.

"I- Xiyeon, did you kill someone?" you ask, more afraid for her than ever.

"No! Just please, swear on the grave of your dead love life that you won't tell anyone," Xiyeon begs, sniffling.

"Wow, that hurt," you mutter. She squeezes your hand tighter, making you yelp in pain. "Ow! Ok, ok, I swear! I won't tell a soul. I swear on my dead love life or whatever- now tell me what's going on, you're scaring me to death."

Xiyeon sucks in a deep breath, shaky. "I slept with Hoseok."

"You what?!"

"It was an accident!" Xiyeon said, more tears spilling out as she admitted it.

"How? Did you slip and just land on a penis? Xiyeon, oh my God!" you exclaim, clasping your hands over your mouth.

"I didn't mean to, I swear," Xiyeon sobbed, a lump in her throat. "Do you remember how I had to help Hoseok write that essay?"

"Xiyeon, that was like two weeks ago," you deadpan.

"I know, I know, it's been eating me up on the inside. But I helped him- but oh my God, Y/N, he is so fucking stupid. I thought I was getting dumber with each word he said I didn't get it! I had to take a drink or two and finally, we finished it, and we celebrated with shots. One shot became two, and two shots became three, and the next thing I know I'm in bed naked with Jung Hoseok, a used condom on my chest and a soreness between my legs. I didn't even have any recollection of what happened."

"Jesus Christ," you say, running your hands through your hair. "Does Lisa know?"

"Hoseok said he'd be the one to tell her, but he hasn't yet. He keeps saying he will but he's stalling and-" Xiyeon choked up, lips trembling.

"Lisa's going to be crushed. She's practically in love with Hoseok," you whisper to yourself, thoughts spinning around your head.

"I know, I know. God, I feel so horrible. I feel like the worst person in the world," Xiyeon said, chest heaving as her body wracked with sobs.

"Hey, you're not. Ok? You made a mistake, we all do. Hoseok made the mistake, too," you tell her.

"I don't think he's going to tell her," Xiyeon mumbled. "He's such a coward."

"Ultimately he should be the one to tell her. But she should know- if I were her I'd want to know," you tell Xiyeon.

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Xiyeon said.

"I won't- it's not my place to," you say, assuring her as she let out a breath of relief. "But maybe you should, Xiyeon. It was your mistake as well as his. If Hoseok won't tell, you'll have to."

"I don't think I can bring myself to do it," Xiyeon admits. "I came close several times but each time I felt like I was going to throw up."

"Well, you're drunk right now and verbally spilling your guts, so we need to get you sober so that you don't blab to her in the worst possible way," you huff. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

You open the door, where a guy who was tightly holding onto his crotch ran in. "Thank God! I needed to pee!"

"Sorry, we were hooking up. Have a nice one," you mumble, pulling Xiyeon along with you.

You eventually make your way to the kitchen, and you open the refrigerator to get a water bottle. You see Hoseok stride in, and one look at Xiyeon had him gawking. "Woah, what happened to her?" he questioned.

You glared at him, thrusting the water bottle into his chest. "You know exactly what happened to her."

Hoseok's eyes bugged out of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak. You interrupted before he could even get a sound out. "Yeah, I know. And you're a real fucking idiot, Hoseok. You better tell Lisa soon."

"I will, I just-"

"You're just a coward," you hissed. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. Xiyeon is drunk out of her mind, and if she gets around any of the others she'll probably tell everyone. You can text the others in the group chat to tell them you're driving her home. Got it?"

Hoseok gulped. "Yeah... got it."

"And Hoseok- I won't tell Lisa what happened, but I swear to God if you don't do it eventually, I'll make you regret it," you threatened, letting him grasp the water bottle you were still pressing into his chest. "You hurt her- and that's inexcusable. You might not be dating, but you had a deal. And I don't know if you're aware of what the rest of us know- but to put it lightly, it makes everything ten times worse. So congratulations- you're the dick of the week."

"I'm... I'm sorry," Hoseok said, shaky underneath your heated glare.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to right now, am I?" you snap. "Where's Lisa anyway?"

"She's dancing. I came here to get a drink," Hoseok clarified.

"That girl is better than anything else you'll ever get, Hobi," you say, letting your eyes soften as you address him as a friend. "And I'd be very disappointed if you- or all of us- lost her because of your dumb actions."

With that, you spin away on your heel, huffing to yourself at the mess that had just transpired.

God, Lisa was going to be so heartbroken. Here she was, keeping up the charade of 'just friends' with the guy she was in love with, staying loyal to him, hoping he'd eventually see her as more, and he betrayed her trust. He broke the deal.

You swore to yourself you wouldn't end up like her.

"Hey, what's up? You look pretty shaken," a familiar voice says, draping an arm over your shoulder. You were too exasperated to knock it off and only look to Jungkook.

"Woah- that tie is stupid," you blurt, eyes darting down to the tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"Yeah, uh, some drunk girl gave it to me. She was wearing the outfit and kinda just gave it to me," Jungkook shrugged. "Drunk girls are weirder than drunk guys. The entire time she was telling me that I'm 'too beautiful for this world' and 'he isn't worth it sweetheart'."

"Drunk girls are like that. Drunk guys just want to fight," you say, running a hand through your hair as you let out an exasperated sigh.

"So what's up? You seem frustrated," he notes.

"Nothing, just need to let off some steam," you sigh, lying through your suggestion.

"I have a suggestion, but I have a feeling you don't need me to explain," Jungkook laughs.

"Let's go," you say, pointing up to where a lot of the bedrooms were, on the second level.

A surprised look slowly turned into a pleased grin, and Jungkook's eyes lit up with excitement. He takes your hand, and before long he's kicking the door to the bedroom back and locking the door, climbing above you.

His tongue dives into your mouth as he pins your arms against the bed. You moan into the kiss as he pulls away, pulling your top off, sliding it across your body before discarding it to the ground. "Y'know, I think this is the first time we've had sex on an actual bed," Jungkook chuckles.

You furrow your brows. "Wait- really?"

"Really," Jungkook laughs. "We just do it wherever's convenient."

"It's not just my fault we fuck like rabbits. It takes two to tango," you remind him, arching your back to unhook your bra, letting him pull the straps off your arms as he dives between your breasts, sending kisses between the valley of your breasts. His lips catch onto a nipple as he begins to unbutton your jeans, and it's only when you shimmy out of them that you look to him. "No fair- you need to undress, too," you say, motioning to his shirt.

He swipes your hand away, pulling back, grinning. "It's more fun like this, babygirl. I love seeing you so vulnerable for me."

Your cheeks flare, and you look to him in annoyance. You sit up to reach again for the hem of his shirt, and he grabs onto your wrists, forcing you to slam back against the mattress. You squirm beneath his tight grip, his jaw clenched as he glares at you angrily.

"You're not going to touch me, cockslut, understand?" Jungkook says, brows furrowed.

You nod meekly.

He lets go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them against the mattress. You're feeling too mischevious, however, and try once again to get his shirt off. He clasps both of your hands in his grip, tsking. "Someone wants to be a brat, huh?" he says, pulling the tie off of his neck. "Guess I'll have to make good use of this."

He ties your wrists together, and you wonder to yourself what girl would own such a god awful tie. Seriously- it was ugly. But it did the job, tying tightly enough to your wrists without cutting off any blood circulation.

Jungkook kept your bound hands above your head, pinning them there as his other hand traveled into your panties, diving into the wetness pooling beneath. You squirmed under his touch, gasping as he immediately spilled two fingers in, curling into your sweet spot. Jungkook smirked. "Someone's getting wet from just thinking of her punishment, hm? My fingers are soaked, cockslut."

"Jungkook," you gasp out, arching your back as he curls his fingers again. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, babygirl," Jungkook teases, enjoying seeing you squirm on his fingers. Still, he knew how greedy you were- you yearned for more. Infinitely more. And Jungkook never failed to deliver.

"Jungkook- fucking hell," you hissed through gritted teeth, getting agitated.

"Mm, such a greedy cockslut," Jungkook hummed, removing his fingers to pull your panties off your legs, placing them to the side. He removes his grip on your hands. "Why was I stuck with such a selfish brat?"

"Fuck y-" Your words are cut off when he pulls you to your side, hooking one of your legs above his shoulder, the knee over the broad area. You had to use your bound arms to support yourself, your other leg providing little balance as you were forced to spread your legs wide. Jungkook gripped the leg hitched over him tightly, grinning over you. You glared at him. "Jeon, what are you-"

Your words are interrupted when he thrusts his fingers inside of you again, reaching deeper than before, two fingers going curling into your g-spot as he rubs your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back and your body wracks, feeling his fingers go impossibly deep, tapping against your sweet spot in a way that had you shivering.

"Oh? What was that?" Jungkook cockily questions, delivering a harsh thrust with his fingers. "Were you going to say something?"

"F-F-Fuck," you stammer out, unable to do much more than take the abuse against your g-spot as he rammed his fingers into you perfectly. Damn him for learning your body so well already.

"Mm, such a dirty mouth for a cockslut," Jungkook hums, thumb digging against your clit as he rubs it, enjoying the feeling of you clamping down on his fingers as you hissed. "I should wash that filthy mouth of yours with my fat cock, shouldn't I?"

"G-God, don't stop, please Jungkook," you whine, biting on your lower lip as you let out pathetic whines.

"You didn't answer my question, babygirl," Jungkook hummed, ceasing his moments just as you were beginning to reach your high.

"No! Jungkook, fucking- what the hell?" you hiss, turning back to him.

"Watch your tone, babygirl," he warned. "Or I'll be tempted to leave you here high and dry."

Your eyes widened at that. "No! Fuck, Jungkook, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Just please, please let me cum! I'll blow you and let you cum down my slutty throat, fuck please let me! I want to gag on your big dick."

"Mm, tempting," he says, amused and satisfied with your begging as he continues his movements, having you shudder under his ministrations as he works faster to push you to your high. "But I plan to cum inside of you this time, cockslut. Fill you up with my load, nice and deep. I want you to feel me spill inside you, and you're gonna keep my cum in that slutty little pussy of yours all night. So if any other guy comes up to you and tries to get a feel, I want you to spread your legs and let him feel who's already inside you, so that they know you're already someone else's little cockslut."

His voice is raspy and deep, reveling in each moan you give as he swipes over your clit.

"Don't be so loud, babygirl. You don't everyone to know what a slut you are, do you? To know you're my pretty little cockslut, huh?" Jungkook questions, a smile in his voice as you screw your eyes shut, feeling your high nearing. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you're surprised with the faint taste of your own juices and the cotton of your panties as he shoves it into your mouth. You're gagged by it, and you know why because finally, he's using both hands, your leg pressing against his back to anchor him to you. He uses three fingers to stretch into you, feeling your walls spasming around the digits as his other hand rubs into you, thumb twirling the throbbing nub with fervor. A strange sensation that you're not familiar with washes over you right as you're about to climax.

Your eyes shoot open as you look down to your quivering legs, a muffled scream as you see liquids shoot out from your pussy, and soon enough you're drenching the sheets in your cum as you squirt everywhere.

Jungkook hisses in delight, continuing his ministrations, making you crumble beneath him. "Fuck, babygirl, give me that cum. Fucking drench yourself like a proper cockslut."

You convulse under him, feeling your energy drain as he milks you for all you're worth. It isn't until he's pushing your leg off his shoulder that you come down from your high, panting. Jungkook's hands are running over your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jungkook grinned, eyes draping over your heaving form as he pulls the panties out of your mouth. His hand cups over your sex, making you shudder from the overstimulation as he continues to pet you. You don't complain, however, knowing how much he loved to see you grimace at overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever squirted before," you admitted, voice breathy. His fingers travel through your folds, teasing the sensitive clit."Holy shit."

"I think you ruined the bed. Look at the mess you made," Jungkook said, enjoying the look on your face as you blushed from embarrassment. His hand was probably drenched now from being buried between your soaked thighs.

"Oh God, I should clean this up," you say, wrists twisting in their confinements as you try to sit up. Jungkook pushes you back down to the mattress, however, resulting in your body bouncing from the springs.

"No no no. We aren't done just yet," Jungkook says, eyes blown out like a cat's in the dark. "Y'know what I plan to do to you, babygirl?"

"What?" you question softly, squirming as you feel arousal flood back down, despite the fact you already orgasmed.

Jungkook shoves your knees apart, revealing your glistening heat to him, droplets of your orgasm still on your sweaty skin. "I plan to fuck you in your own cum," Jungkook growls, licking his lips at the sight, noticing how you automatically bucked your hips at the thought. "You'd like to get fucked in your own mess, wouldn't you cockslut?"

You nodded meekly, knowing you absolutely needed to get wrecked by him now. You desired the feeling of having him inside you. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me," you say, wanting to touch him so badly. But because of your restraints, it would be difficult, and you knew if you attempted to get up under his grip he'd simply slap you back down to the ground.

Jungkook reaches over, hands pulling at your hair as he forces your gaze to lock with his. God, how both of you loved having your hair pulled. "That's right? You're gonna be my bitch and take it, right? Let me fill up your cunt, right?"

"Please, cum inside me, Jeon," you say, bucking your hips up once again. "I want you to cum inside me, nice and deep. Fucking fill me up like your bitch."

That seems to do it for him because soon enough he's unzipping his pants and pooling them around his knees along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free. "Fuck- you fucking asked for it," he says, stroking himself eagerly. He reaches under your thighs, forcing your ass up as you press against your upper back, legs in the air as he scoots forward, aligning himself with your entrance.

He places your feet on his shoulders, pushing over you as he forces you to bend more, and you groan at the feeling of him entering you.

"Goddamn, no matter how hard I fuck you, you're so tight," he hisses, pushing into you. "God, you feel so much better without a condom. I could be inside of you for the rest of my life, shit babygirl." You find the burn of the initial stretch so addicting, and you know he's right. No matter how hard or how many times he fucks your cunt, you still can't get used to the feeling of him entering you.

He towers over you, squatting over you as he begins to pound into you, letting out grunts as the hollow sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You're moaning so loudly again as he hits you impossibly deep, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusts roughly into you. He has no choice but to get the panties back, stuffing them roughly into your mouth. The cotton helps to absorb your screams, but muffled moans still come out, low groans emitting from your throat.

Jungkook's hand is gripped on your chin, forcing you to stare up at him as he pounds into you. His golden skin glistens with sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead as he plows into your wrecked form. You feel tears slip down the corners of your eyes and onto the bed, the pleasure overtaking you as you feel his cock go impossibly deep inside of you. Your feet dangle beside his head, and your ass hurts from how hard his hips slap against it, the hard defined bone of his hips slapping against the flesh of your ass instead of his muscular thighs.

Jungkook forces your head to the side, pressing your face to the mattress, your cheek squished beneath the palm of his hand as he licks away the salty tear.

"Are you gonna cum again?" he questions, rasping into your ear. "Are you gonna whine and beg for another orgasm like the greedy cockslut you are?"

You're unable to do anything but whine a muffled answer through the panties gagging you.

His hand travels between your bodies, the other hand still pressed against your face now gripping your hair, forcing you to look at his hand rubbing you as he pressed harder against you. "Fucking watch yourself cum on my cock. Cum for me, dirty girl."

The sensations are too much. His calloused hand, veiny and big, rubbing against you with such intensity it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The hand tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to stare at the cock that repeatedly plunged into you, bottoming into you. The way his balls would slap against your ass with each thrust, and the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room. That accompanied with the sounds of the mattress squeaking behind you and the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall- it was overwhelming.

You came again, letting out a low groan as you tilted your head back against Jungkook's grip, legs shaking as he forced you to cum again. He continued pumping himself into you, letting go of your hair to wrap both arms around your legs, entering you ass deeply as he could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good babygirl," Jungkook hissed, letting his thrusts get sloppy. "I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'll fill up this slutty pussy so good."

You're sobbing, feeling him roughly hammer into you until his cock twitches inside of you, and he buries himself at the hilt, trying to get the head of his dick as deep into your womb as possible. You feel the white ropes of cum paint your walls as he spills his seed into you, and you let out a muffled gasp at the feeling. Jungkook grinds his hips, as though feeling how his dick felt against the cum coated walls, the head still buried deep into your womb.

"Fuck, oh my God," he groans, heaving as he slips your legs off of him, his dick softening inside of you. "Holy shit."

He looks up at you, your wrecked form, still completely naked and vulnerable beneath his gaze, hands tightly bound and legs far apart. He pulls the panties out of your mouth once again, but before he lets you gasp a single word he puts his fingers into your mouth, and you instinctively wrap your tongue around it, twirling it around the digits until he pulls them out and puts them back on your heat.

You crumble, flinching at the feeling. "Jungkook, I-"

"Shh, babygirl. One more for me, ok? You look so hot when you cum. I want to see my pretty little cockslut cum again," Jungkook pleaded.

You didn't protest, letting your hips raise as he rubs you intensely, letting one last orgasm wash over you as he rubs against you. The orgasm isn't nearly as powerful as the first one- hell, especially the first, but you enjoy the feeling nonetheless.

Jungkook stops toying with your overly abused clit but scoops up some of the cum that had pushed out of your quivering entrance. It trickled down to the bedsheets, and he pushes it back into you, not letting a drop go to waste.

"You like being filled with my cum, baby?" Jungkook questions, a mischevious smirk plastered over his face as he makes sure all of it remains inside of you.

"Feels great," you laugh. "I feel so full."

Jungkook laughs at that, pulling his pants up along with his boxers to tidy up. It was harder for you, especially when you saw Jungkook give you a cheeky wink as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket, and you knew he wasn't going to give them back to you tonight. Besides that, you were completely naked, and he remained for the most part fully clothed. Though there was something oddly hot about the fact.

"I'm gonna get going, if people see us leave the bedroom together both looking fucked out, it won't look very non-suspicious," Jungkook said.

"That's fine, I need to tend to my wounds anyway," you huff, waving him away. You were definitely going to have bruises by morning. He quickly leaves, and you hear him greet someone outside.

"Hey, Jungkook! Man, you got lucky tonight. Who was the girl?"

"Just some chick- don't worry about it," Jungkook laughed back. "I think I'll head home, I'm done for the night."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You sticking around?"

"Probably not. Hoseok had to drive Xiyeon home, and y'know Lisa, she isn't really in the mood to go to a party if she doesn't plan on dancing with anyone who she'll actually sleep with."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you."

"Have you seen Y/N, though? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"Maybe she's finally getting laid," Jungkook laid. "Anyways, I'll see you later. G'night."

"Night."

You hear the sound of footsteps leaving right as you finally slip your shirt back on, and you squeeze your thighs together, regrettably having to go camo with Jungkook's cum inside of you. You sigh, making your way to the door, figuring you can fix your fucked out look once you find a bathroom.

You walk right into Jimin, who gives you a shocked expression.

You're frozen, tense as he gives you a quick once over, analyzing your look as he processes the information. Your hand has a vice-like grip on the doorknob, and you feel like you're about to yank it off, prying it from the wooden door.

A slow grin stretches across Jimin's face as he looks to you, shifting his weight to one foot, his toothy smile cocky and smug as he folds his arms. "Just some chick, eh?"

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