#skipping is quite a cute word. whenever i hear it i imagine a little bunny playing with a skipping rope

[iwakuraz]

I wonder if schools outside of the uk use the term 'skiving class' instead of 'skipping class'. a while back I had a reputation for not going to certain classes and people would always tell me off and make fun of me for 'skiving'. and then they'd call me weird for using the term 'skipping' instead of 'skiving'

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-Jeon Jungkook

You never expected to see him again-let alone date him-but here you are, five years after first meeting him, and now you’re pretty sure you’re in love with Jeon Jungkook. He’s always been sweet, and clever, and somewhat quiet, and he’s definitely always been this good looking, however, there’s something different about him now-and it’s not that he’s really into Tiktok challenges and speaks all the millennial slang fluently. No, it’s something you can’t quite put your finger on. Something that makes you more intrigued in Jeon Jungkook than ever before. The same something that seems to have him staring at you intently whenever he thinks you’re not looking, as if he’s just waiting to kiss you- or more accurately, to taste you. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Jeon Jungkook, BTS!Vampires, Bangtan!Vampires, Vampire AU, Vampire Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader, 

Genre: Fluff

Title: Theories of a Vampire

“Do you want a sip of this? It’s really good.” You ask your boyfriend as you take another sip of your iced mocha latte, tilting your head in his direction, offering him a mischievous smile as you shove the drink toward him. 

“Ah, no. I’m good.” Jungkook hurries to say, and his tongue slides out to wet his lips, as he glances away from you and stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I’m not thirsty.” 

“Suit yourself.” You shrug and take another gulp of the drink, sliding your hand into his-icy fingers cold against his own which are long and warm in your grasp-as you continue to walk through the park. 

It’s a pretty day. Warm, the air losing a bit of its chill, and you’re glad you had agreed to skip the last half of work to spend it with Jungkook. 

Speaking of.

Glancing over at your boyfriend once more, his brow furrowed as if he’s lost in deep thought, you nudge his side, and when he finally focuses back on you, you raise a brow at him curiously. “You okay? What are you thinking so hard about?” 

“Nothing.” He shrugs off your question and reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand, a nervous tic he always did, and had done since you had first met him in your biology class freshman year of college. 

You pull him to a stop, and shoot him a stern look, as you toss your now empty cup into a nearby trash can. “Jeon Jungkook. You’re worried about something. Tell me what.” 

“I’m not worried per say-” Jungkook starts to protest, and at your fierce expression, backtracks slightly, letting out a defeated sigh as he glances up at the filtered sunlight streaming down on the two of you. “Okay, fine. It’s a big deal for the hyungs to invite you to eat with us, and I’m just nervous okay?” 

You arch a brow at him, and reach out for his free hand, taking both in your own, as you pull him toward you, and lean up to press a quick kiss to the end of his nose. “Why? You think they won’t like me? Come on, Kookie, what’s not to like?” You tease gently, fingers stroking across the skin that covers the backs of his knuckles as you wait for his reply. 

“Of course they’ll like you.” Jungkook blurts out, and he screws his eyes shut momentarily, wrinkling his nose in the adorable way he does when he’s agitated, the way that makes him look like a bunny. He opens his eyes once more, and looks down at you, before he sighs and admits quietly, “I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about me.” 

His statement is odd, but you don’t question it. At least not out loud. 

Because Jungkook has changed a bit since you first met him-changed a lot actually. 

When the two of you had met that fateful day in biology class, becoming lab partners first, and then friends later, Jungkook had been introverted, but polite and sweet and someone you wanted to befriend. He had stuttered his words when he was nervous or excited and had had the biggest, brown, doe eyes you had ever seen. 

And now-years later-after losing contact and reconnecting and discovering that there might be some sort of truth to the bullshit that is best friends to lovers tropes-Jungkook was not the same. 

He was still sweet and quiet and thought before he spoke, and he still stuttered when he got excited, but he wasn’t the same boy you had met all those years ago. 

No, something was different about Jeon Jungkook-he was heavier, a little more serious, and definitely more responsible than before-and you attributed most of those changed personality traits to simply maturity and growth. 

However. 

There was something about Jungkook-the new Jungkook-that had you constantly fighting the urge to be with him constantly-like a moth drawn to a flame. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching-those big, doe brown eyes large and dark with blown pupils and some sort of emotion that made your stomach warm pleasantly with desire-it was dangerous. 

And you were helpless in the face of whatever it was. Whoever he was. 

You pull yourself back to the present, only to find said subject of your deep thoughts watching you in the way you had just been imagining, and you have to look away, look at something else, before those endless eyes swallow you whole and you lose yourself completely. 

You clear your throat, and tug at his hand, resuming your walk through the park. “Kookie, you live with them. They’re your roommates. I’m sure they won’t judge you if you act a little stupid around your girlfriend.” 

“Wait. I act stupid around you?” Jungkook jogs to match your pace, and you hear the offense in his voice, as you tuck your emerging smile back behind the barrier of your lips and turn to face him, walking backwards, as you force down a giggle at the affronted look he gives you. 

Damn. He’s so cute. 

“Only sometimes.” You quip back, and as he opens his mouth to protest once more, you reach out and tap the end of his nose with your fingertip, effectively shutting him up, as you let out a laugh and continue walking, swinging your joined hands between you.

*******

The first thing you think as Jungkook pulls you up the sidewalk toward his apartment later that night is-Holy shit, what do these guys do for work? 

Because this is not a typical, six guys living together out of college, run down, bad neighborhood housing unit. 

No, this is a penthouse, in a gated community, and you’re fairly certain there’s the shimmer of a pool out back beneath the moonlight. 

The second coherent thought you have-as Jungkook leads you inside, and you’re greeted by his six male roommates is-Holy shit, how are they all so hot?

And you’re pretty sure your mouth is gaping open as each of them greet you and introduce themselves in turn, before escorting you both to the dining room-an actual old timey dining room-where dinner waits. 

And now, here you are, sitting at the long table with Jungkook on your right and one of the boys on your left-the one who seems to be just the right mix of extremely handsome and mischievous, Taehyung?-raising a bite of the opening course of soup to your lips. 

Damn. It’s delicious. 

Your eyes go wide, and the man across from you-the blonde one, tall and looking like a movie star, Seokjin?-offers you the hint of a smile, as he arches a brow in your direction and asks, “Enjoying the food, (Y/N)?” 

“Immensely.” You say, and you can’t stop yourself from taking another bite. 

Seokjin chuckles, the sound pleasant and soothing, and then bows his head slightly in your direction, and you can’t help but notice how small the spoon looks in his large fingers. “That’s a compliment then, so I should thank you.” 

“You made this?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and a few of the other boys stop mid quiet conversations to glance over at you with amused expressions on their beautiful faces. 

You blush, but luckily, Jungkook comes to your rescue, his hand finding yours beneath the table, as he leans over and says proudly, “Jin-hyung is one of the best cooks around. He can make anything taste great.” 

“I believe that.” You nod, already hungrily diving back into the delicious bowl of soup before you without a second thought, missing the look of fond amusement that crosses Jungkook’s dark eyes as he watches you. 

Also missing to note-perhaps more important-that your bowl of soup is the only one that seems to be lessening in contents. 

*****

Later, you are sitting beside Jungkook on one of the couches in the den, legs crossed beneath you, as you sip some sweet, candied cocktail Seokjin had made you all, and as the alcohol warms your veins, and the men around you chatter and laugh quietly amongst themselves, you feel slightly more comfortable than you had at the beginning of the night. 

“So.” You glance over at your boyfriend, as his arm comes to rest on the couch behind you, and he eyes you over the cocktail glass still held to your lips. “What do you think?” 

“What do I think?” You repeat back, lowering the glass, and your voice, as you scoot into his side, and lean your head on his shoulder, surveying the room for a moment before answering. Dammit. They’re all still too handsome for your liking. You’d thought a few drinks would tone down their good looks just a little. “What do I think?” You parrot once more, and jab Jungkook in the side, as he yelps and winces beside you. “I think you should have warned me that all your roommates are just as smoking as you, Jeon Jungkook.” 

You grin at him, ready to make a teasing jab about how they may be even more handsome than him, when the two of you are interrupted by Taehyung plopping down on the couch beside Jungkook, jostling you both. 

“Come on, Kookie.” The older man practically whines, throwing his own arm around the younger boy’s shoulders, as he leans around his broad form and flashes you a charming smile. “You can’t hog all of (Y/N)’s time. You get to bask in her beauty all day every day. Let some of us have a turn.” 

You bite back a grin, because you’ve met men like Kim Taehyung before. They are irresistibly charming, and smooth, and all together too incredibly hot to exist, yet you know they mean no harm with their slick words and damning good looks. 

“Ask away, Hyung.” Jungkook sighs between the two of you, and leans his head back on the couch in a gesture of defeat as he motions to Taehyung. “I know you’re going to question her anyway. Get it over with.” 

“Yah. That’s a good boy.” Taehyung slaps Jungkook’s shoulder, and the sound is solid, and you don’t miss the way Jungkook winces under the powerful looking show of brotherhood as Taehyung leans out once more to make eye contact with you. “So, (Y/N).” 

“Yes, Taehyung?” You shoot back, not intimidated by his presence or confidence now that you’ve had a few drinks in your system. 

Taehyung grins, and you note a slight hint of approval in his dark eyes, before he curbs his expression and steeples long fingers before plush lips. “How’d you and Kookie here meet?” 

“College.” You say simply, shrugging, as you set your empty cocktail glass to the side, and glance at Jungkook, whose dark eyes are full of dread, as if he’s waiting for his hyung to ask something ridiculous and embarrass both of you. “Freshman year.” 

“And you’re just now together?” Taehyung asks with shock in his deep tone, eyes widening slightly as he glances between the two of you, as if he can’t believe it took you so long to realize you were interested in each other. 

“Well, yeah.” Jungkook shrugs now, a blush darkening his cheeks, and he bites his lip in that way you love, though right now, it’s less cute and more worried, as he chews his bottom lip between his teeth. “We lost touch for awhile.” 

One of the other men-the smaller, petite one, who looks too pretty to be real, Jimin?-appears behind Taehyung and perches himself on the arm of the couch, listening in on your conversation with a cute, delicate tilt of his head that sends his dangling silver earrings tinkling in a fairylike way. 

Taehyung snorts in amusement at Jungkook’s words. “So what you mean to say is you were too much of a dense idiot to notice her sooner.” 

Jungkook straightens beside you and glares at the older man, and suddenly, you’re slightly worried he might deck him, but luckily, Jimin jumps into the conversation just in time. 

“Tae.” He slaps the man’s shoulder, and Taehyung glances back at him, as Jimin’s features contort into a look of disapproval. “Don’t tease Kookie.” 

“Fine.” Taehyung sighs, and you are surprised how easy it was for Jimin to put him in his place, considering Taehyung is probably three inches taller and at least ten pounds heavier than the fairyesque man sitting on the arm of the couch. 

Jimin offers you a smile, and you don’t miss the way his eyes crease with the expression, as he says in a soft, lilting tone, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). We’ve heard a lot.” 

Jungkook blushes once more beside you, and you laugh at his obvious discomfort, reaching out for his hand which is still balled in his lap. 

“What we haven’t heard though-” Taehyung leans forward again, once more on the attack, and offers the two of you a raise of his brow and the slight hint of smirk on his full lips. “Is if you guys have done it yet.” 

“Taehyung.” Jimin sighs in exasperation and rolls his eyes. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook almost shouts out, drawing the attention of the older men, conversing with each other about something in the other corner of the room. His face reddens, and he lowers his voice, hissing out, “You can’t ask stuff like that.” 

“So that’s a no?” Taehyung quips, settling back into the couch, his legs crossed, as he regards you both with an air of amusement and aloofness. He holds your gaze, and you don’t back down, as his eyes move over your face, before he states suggestively, “Well, be careful when you do, (Y/N). Jungkookie’s really into biting.” 

And then he has the audacity to raise his brows at you in a gloating smirk, and send you a wink from across the couch. 

“HYUNG!” Jungkook is practically fire red now, and you are trying to hold back a laugh, knowing he’s legitimately embarrassed now under his roommate’s constant teasing. 

However. There it is again-buried deep within the black of his pupils-the look of absolute guttural want that sometimes washes over Jungkook’s features when he thinks you’re not looking, flashing across his irises at his roommate’s words.

“Do you always ask all of your roommates girlfriends these types of questions?” You retort, suddenly desperate to ignore the flaming feeling Jungkook’s brief express had lit in your belly, raising a curious eyebrow in the now lounging Taehyung’s direction. 

He flashes you another wink and a boxy smile. “Only the hot ones.” 

“Taehyung.” 

A deep voice sounds behind you, booming in the small space, and you jump slightly, whirling around to see Namjoon standing, arms crossed over his chest, shooting a serious look at the younger man. 

“That’s enough.” 

Taehyung pouts, but ducks his head to the older man and grumbles out, “Yes, hyung.” 

You had been right about the aura you got from Namjoon from the beginning after all. He’s beautiful, and tall, and has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, but his features are set in a serious, mature way, and now-seeing how Taehyung reacts to his commands-you know that he’s the one in charge, at least in this house. 

“I hope they haven’t pestered you too much, (Y/N).” Namjoon motions toward Taehyung and Jimin, and offers you the hint of what you think is a smile, revealing a hollow dimple in his upper cheek, which catches you off guard. 

“Not at all.” You stumble over your words in your hurry to answer him, because the man standing before you makes you feel small and obedient and it’s almost as if your brain is begging to do whatever will please him. “It was all in good fun.” 

Namjoon nods, and then glances over your head, addressing your boyfriend. “Jungkook. It’s getting late. You should probably see (Y/N) home.” 

Jungkook rises without argument. “Right.” 

You are shocked, you have never seen Jungkook so quick to do what someone asks, and as you pull on your coat and say goodbye to each of the six men with who you have spent the evening, there is a part of you that wonders if roommates are not the only thing these men are to each other. 

*******

It is several days later, sitting in your own lackluster apartment, that you find out the truth to your questions from the night spent with Jungkook and his six mysterious, all too good looking, roommates. 

“(Y/N), come here for a sec!” 

You hear Jungkook calling to you from down the hallway, and pushing your reading glasses atop your head, and setting aside the work you are plugging away at, you follow his voice to your bedroom, where he is laying on the bed, staring at his phone. 

“What?” You ask, leaning against the door frame, letting yourself admire for a moment the swath of tan skin that peeks from beneath his hoodie, stretched across his muscular abdomen. 

“Do this TikTok trend with me.” Jungkook replies without looking at you, swiping through something you can’t see on his phone. 

“Kookie, no.” You complain, crossing the room to plop down on the bed beside him, as you glance at what he’s looking at. Some sort of new TikTok video with fang filters and gold eyes.”You know I don’t like being in your videos. I don’t want to.” 

“Come on.” Jungkook looks at you then, wide doe eyes dark with pleading, lips pulled into his teeth in a pout expression that makes you weak at the knees. “Just this once. Please?” 

You try to resist. You really do. But dammit, you can’t say no to those large eyes, rimmed with dark lashes, staring at you in such a way. 

“Damn you, Jeon.” You grumble out, and Jungkook grins triumphantly, because at those words and the sullen expression on your face, he knows he has won. 

You lie down flat on your back beside him on the small bed and squint your eyes as you glance up at his phone, your own face suddenly reflected back at you in garish light. 

“What do we have to do?” You ask reluctantly, careful not to stare at your reflection too long, instead, choosing to glance at Jungkook’s face shown back to you on the camera, the way his dark, long hair shadows his eyes, the way his pink lips are pursed as he gets the angle just right. 

“It’s really simple.” Jungkook shifts beside you, and his long finger taps the phone screen, placing the filter over the video, before he glances to the side and shoots you a grin-a grin so soft and excited that you can’t help but melt into the idea of the video just a little bit. “Vampires are really in right now. And basically, this filter shows you what you’d look like as one. See?” 

He shifts the phone-still held above your heads-and you glance at the two of you, now with gleaming golden irises and long sharp fangs that poke past your overly red lips. 

“I hate this.” You sigh out, and Jungkook chuckles from beside you, shifting the phone so that the filter falls away from you both for a moment, as he rises to his elbow beside you on the bed. 

He smells good-like cologne and fresh, clean linens, and the shampoo he uses in the shower. 

“C’mon, jagi. Just one video. For me.” Jungkook’s lips twitch, as if he wants to smile a the pout that comes across your features. He leans down and surprises you by kissing you briefly on the lips. “I promise if you do this with me, and be a good sport-” He adds, giving you a pointed look, as you sight once more. “I’ll make it worth it.” 

“How?” You quip back, though your stomach is fluttering at how close he is, and the buzzing hasn’t left your lips from when his mouth covered yours for the briefest of moments. You swallow, and try to look anywhere but those eyes-eyes that make you want to fall in and never come back out. “You’ll buy me boba?” 

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, agreeing too quickly, and reaches out to tap the end of your nose with his index finger, an odd look coming across his face. “Among other things.” 

Before you can ask him what he means, and why his words have suddenly sent your heart racing, he is lying back down beside you, and holding up the phone once more. “Okay, let’s go.” 

The video clicks to life, the filter turning you both into sad replicas of the vampires from Twilight, and Jungkook grins in his reflection on the screen, as he tilts his head toward you and asks, “What do you know about vampires, (Y/N)?” 

“Yah.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but remembering his promise, force yourself to look into the camera and continue with the video. “You didn’t tell me this was a pop quiz, Jeon Jungkook.” 

“It’s not.” Jungkook shrugs beside you, and you have to admit, his white teeth flashing behind pink lips look oddly enticing with the sharp points of the fangs pricking the plush skin. “It’s just for fun. Vampires. Go.” 

You sigh, but do as he asks. “Fine. Vampires.” You hold up your hand for the camera to see, and begin ticking down fingers as you list in a slightly flat, bored tone. “Vampires are allergic to garlic.” 

“Wrong.” Jungkook pipes up beside you, and you are startled, so much so, that you lose concentration and flick your eyes to him, forgetting about the video momentarily. 

He raises a brow at you and motions with his head toward the phone, as if telling you silently to go on. 

You try to refocus, stuttering slightly over your words. “Okay, um, vampires can’t enter a house uninvited.” 

“That’s not true either.” Jungkook interjects, and you flash him a glare, warning him to stop interrupting you, and wondering how he knows all of this enough to argue with you. 

“Fine.” You hiss out, and your eyes flash beneath the gold of the filter, as you turn back to the camera, starting to rapid fire off the rest of your list so your boyfriend can’t stop you to tell you how wrong you are again. “They can’t tolerate holy water, crosses burn them, sunlight hurts their skin, they can morph into bats, and they have no reflections.” 

You catch your breath, confident that you’ve beat him. 

“Inaccurate, false, entirely a myth, purely laughable-” Jungkook starts to list point blank from beside you, and you can feel the daggers you throw in his direction, as he pointedly ignores you and finishes up his smug commentary. “And last but not least, stupid as hell.” 

He turns to you, and meets your gaze, dodging the daggers completely before he shoots you a shit eating grin. 

“Fu-” You start to swear in frustration, and then you hear the video sound signal that the camera has been turned off. 

“You can’t swear in my TikTok video, babe. What will my followers think?” Jungkook, who has come to a sitting position beside you, looks over at you with dramatically horrified eyes and a berating smirk on his face, a look that you’d like to wipe right off his lips. 

“You asked me what I knew about vampires!” You protest hotly, coming to a cross legged position beside him, as you run a hand through your hair with jerky agitation. “And then you basically told me it was all bullshit!” You take in a deep breath, feeling yourself calm slightly. “Which is true, I guess, because vampires aren’t real, but still.” 

“I mean-” Jungkook finishes up doing something with the video and then locks his phone, tossing it onto the nightstand, as he meets your gaze once more, with a suddenly thoughtful look crossing his features. “Technically, not all of it is bullshit.” 

“Oh really?” You let out a humorless bark of laughter, and cross your arms over your chest as you glare at him. “Please. Tell me what’s true then.” 

“Vampires can’t cross running water.” Suddenly, Jungkook looks sheepish, and though the expression is cute, and softens your ire toward him, you’re not sure why. “That’s true.” 

“What?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded, staring at him. “That’s a thing?” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, a slight question, confusion crossing his pretty features once more at your look of surprise. “You didn’t know that?” 

“I mean-” You shrug, and suddenly you’re on the verge of laughing. “No? I guess I never got around to studying vampire theory when we were in college.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, sitting silently across from you on the bed. “But apparently you did. How do you know all of this? Is my boyfriend secretly a closet nerd?” 

“I-” Jungkook starts to say, and then his words falter to a stop, and as you watch, his eyes get that look again-dark and slightly wild and hungry-and his gaze falls down your face to your lips in a way that has your heart pounding against your rib cage like a trapped bird. “(Y/N), there’s something you need to know.” 

“Okay-” You say, suddenly nervous, but unable to think or even wonder what he’s going to drop on you when he’s still staring at you as if he’s starving and you’re the last meal in the world. 

“I-” He starts again, and your eyes follow the movement as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them red and shining, and your heart more breathless than ever. He reaches up to rake a hand through his dark, thick hair, and his movements are agitated, which doesn’t seem to fit the mood that fills the air between the two of you. 

“Just don’t-” He tries again, and huffs out a frustrated sigh, meeting your gaze once more, and suddenly the tension between you is gone, his wide eyes back to normal. “Just don’t freak out, okay?” 

You swallow, and your fingers start to fiddle with the blanket between the two of you, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “Okay.” You say, for the second time, in as many minutes. 

You watch as Jungkook takes in a deep, steadying breath, and you prepare yourself for the words, ready to hear the words, ready to feel the cut. 

He’s cheated on you. He’s breaking up with you. He’s found someone else. He’s in love with Taehyung, or Jimin, and hell, who would blame him? 

“I’m a vampire.” 

Your eyes, screwed shut and waiting for the bomb, come open so fast that you feel dizzy for a moment, and you’re pretty sure your jaw drops to the floor. 

And then, you’re laughing, because you’re sure he’s joking. 

“No, seriously, Kookie, funny joke, but what is it?” You reach out, shoving him playfully in the shoulder, relieved laughter still trickling from between your lips. 

“I am serious.” Jungkook watches you laugh, confusion on his face at your reaction. 

“Vampires aren’t real, babe.” You manage to straighten your face and turn to him once more, eyebrows arched curiously as you stare at him. “What are you talking about? You’re joking. Right?” 

The silence grows between you after your question, and suddenly, your heart drops into your stomach. 

“Wait-” You begin to say, inching away from him to the other side of the bed, because suddenly, you’re very worried that Jungkook isn’t right in the head. “You really think you’re a vampire?” 

“I am a vampire.” Jungkook sighs out impatiently, reaching up to pinch his nose briefly between his thumb and forefinger, as he closes his eyes and takes in another deep breath. “(Y/N), that’s what I’m telling you. When we lost touch-” 

“No.” You stand up, suddenly shaking your head, your heart still pounding, but for a different reason now. “This is crazy talk, Jungkook. You can’t be serious.” 

“I am.” He stands and you square off across from each other in your small bedroom, the late afternoon sun shining onto the carpet and creating patterns in the space between you. Space that feels too far to overcome. “I’m not making this up, jagi. After college, I got into an accident and Namjoon found me and-” 

“Namjoon?” You scoff out, not believing your ears, as you stare at your boyfriend incredulously. “Now you’re trying to tell me your roommates are in on this crazy bullshit too?” 

“They’re not my roommates.” Jungkook replies seriously, eyes holding yours, pupils large and black. “They’re my coven. They took me in after saving my life by turning me.” 

“Nope.” You pop the word past your lips and push past him toward the open door. “I’m out. You’re crazy, man.” 

You hear Jungkook follow you down the hallway toward the bathroom. 

“(Y/N), will you please just listen to me-” 

“Get out of my apartment, Jungkook.” You shout back, reaching the safety of the bathroom,, already moving to slam the door shut on his face, but managing to get out through the shrinking crack, “Don’t come back until you’re ready to stop being insane.” 

You wait to hear the door crash into the lock, the sound of the clicking doorknob sealing you into the room, the final thump of Jungkook’s feet as he walks away and leave. 

But none of that happens. 

Because Jungkook has blocked the door from closing with his hand, and holy shit, is he strong. 

“Jungkook-” You warn, pushing against the door, as he manages to push himself inside the small bathroom with you. “Get. Out.” 

“No.” 

You look up at him in surprise-you’ve never heard him this serious, this firm before-and his eyes are dark, and his lips are set into a thin line, hand still holding open the partially closed door, wide shoulders filling the frame. 

“What?” You gasp out, anger starting to bubble its way into your chest. 

“I said no.” Jungkook repeats and takes a step toward you, backing you toward the bathtub that takes up one side of the room. “I need you to listen to me.” 

“I am listening to you!” You shriek, almost hysterical, as you feel your back hit the dingy, thin fabric of the shower curtain you and Jungkook had bought together at a local secondhand store. “You’re not listening to yourself, Jungkook. Because all this talk is batshit crazy.” Your knees hit the edge of the hidden tub. “Vampires?” You stare hard at him, and he’s so close, you can smell the hint of his soap. “Accidents? Covens??” 

“It’s true! All of it.” Jungkook blurts out, and his voice is frantic now, and pleading, as his eyes rove the space of the shower behind you, as if searching for a way to show you. “I’ll prove it to you!” 

“How?” You exclaim sharply, tired of this game. 

His doe eyes scan the room, and then he points to the shower, which you have almost entirely wedged yourself into with his forward advance, and his face brightens. “The shower.” 

“What about it?” You ask, and the situation would be comical, the two of you breathing hard and jammed into your tiny bathroom, if it were any other situation. Anything but this. Still, a little bit of the humor sneaks into your next words as the start of a hysterical laugh. “Are you going to 

Jungkook ignores you, reaching over your head for the handheld shower head, simultaneously using his other hand to turn on the hot water. 

He holds the now running head out to you expectantly, and states quietly, firmly, as if his words should mean something to you, “Vampires can’t cross running water.” 

You scoff, arms still held at your sides, and when you don’t move, your boyfriend closes the distance between you, and shoves the shower head into your hands. 

“What are you-” You start to protest, already feeling the water soaking your socks and puddling on the cheap tile of the bathroom floor, but before you can finish your sentence, Jungkook is stepping toward you once more. 

He reaches out a hand, and you note his fingers are trembling, which seems odd, but before you can think about it too much, his hand flattens against an invisible barrier, fingers splayed now for you to see, as he meets your gaze once more. 

“That doesn’t prove anything, you could be faking.” You snap out, although suddenly, your heart has sped up in your chest, and your own hand is shaking, making the water from the shower trail crazy patterns on the floor at your feet. 

You shove your own hand out toward Jungkook-a little too hard-and he winces slightly as you jab him in the face. 

“Sorry.” You apologize, pulling your hand back, and study him for a moment. “Do it again.” 

“Look.” Jungkook sighs, and stepping toward you once more, holds out his hand, pressing it up against the invisible glass pane, before he shifts his whole body up against the barrier. “I’m not faking, (Y/N).” 

And suddenly, your breath is catching in your throat, because even through the steamy bathroom, you can see. You can see that the way his clothes fold, and the way his fingers splay, the way his hair flattens against his forehead, as if pushed against a window, is not fake. 

And that means-

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, lowering the shower wand, as you stare at your boyfriend, water puddled around your feet, mouth open in shock. “You’re a vampire.” 

He offers you the hint of a crooked, humorless smile. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” 

*******

Jungkok sighs from beside you, and turns his head to look at you, for what feels like the fifteenth time in as many minutes. “Will you stop staring at me?” 

“Sorry.” You shrug, propping yourself up on your elbow, as you reach out to poke first his cheek, and then his lips. “It’s just so fascinating. Like. You’re a whole ass vampire. My boyfriend. The vampire.” 

“Stop saying it like that.” Jungkook groans, throwing a hand over his eyes as you giggle in amusement. “Stop saying it like it’s my superhero name or something.” 

“Fine.” You grin, reaching out to push his hand away from his eyes, before you let your fingers fall to his mouth, flipping back his lip slightly, so the start of his white teeth show, as sudden childish excitement fills your tone. “Can I see your fangs?” 

“Really?” Jungkook asks with exasperation, propping himself up beside you, as he shoots you a look of slight frustration. 

“Yeah!” You nod, bouncing beside him slightly on the bed. “That’s like, the biggest thing to being a vampire right? I wanna see them!” 

“I mean, not the biggest thing-”Jungkook starts to grumble beneath his breath, but you’re on top of him, straddling him so your knees hug his hips, and your hands sink into the pillow beneath his head. He looks up at you, eyes wide, as if startled, and when he speaks, his voice is slightly choked. “What are you doing?” 

“Do you wanna bite me, Kook?” You ask, mostly teasing, staring down at him with as mischievous look as you can muster. You don’t allow yourself to focus on how his firm body feels beneath your own. Or the fact that you’re both crammed into the space of your tiny bed, so close that you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. 

“No!” He blurts out, almost panicked, and you feel something like disappointment drop into your chest at his reaction, and you make a move to release him from beneath you. 

But then, his fingers are encircling your wrist, stopping you from pulling away, and you’re caught off guard, as he reaches up with his free hand to caress the side of your face. 

“I mean-” Jungkook speaks again, his voice barely above a murmur, and you’re pretty sure you’re having a harder time hearing him over the sound of your blood suddenly rushing in your ears. He bites his lip, teeth stark against the soft pink flesh. “I didn’t mean that. That was a lie.” 

You try to force a lightness back into yoru voice, a lightness you don’t feel, with the air practically crackling with electricity between the two of you. “You’re telling me that was bullshit, Jeon?” 

He nods, and you see the way his throat bobs as he swallows. “Yeah, that was bullshit.” 

“Why?” You breathe out, every last inch of teasing leaving your body as that look-the look that makes you feel weak and dizzy and hot all at once-floods fully into the caramel irises of Jungkook’s eyes, turning them dark and dangerous and entirely too tempting. 

“Because-” He matches your tone, words barely audible above the pounding of your heart, as his hungry eyes fall once more to your lips, and then down your throat. “I want nothing more than to taste you, (Y/N).” His chest, steady beneath your body, heaves as if he’s trying to catch his breath. “I’ve wanted nothing more since I saw you again-that day in the park. The way you smell, the way your pulse flutters beneath my touch, the way your heartbeat sounds-too loud in my ears-it all drives me insane, and I swear, I’d kill for a chance to bite you. Just once. But I-” 

Jungkook shakes his head as his words trail off, and his pupils constrict a bit, enough to show a ring of color around his eyes once more. 

“But what?” You ask, and your mouth feels dry, because you’re scared of what he’s going to say. You try lightness again, because you’re both struggling. “And don’t give me some Twilight bullshit, Kook, because I swear to God I’ll kill you. And then break up with you.” 

He huffs out a strained laugh, mouth tight, and worried wrinkles around his eyes, and his fingers loosen slightly on your wrist, as he reaches up once more to brush some stray hairs back from your face. “Nah, like I said, most cliche vampire myths aren’t true, and definitely not the ones perpetuated by Twilight.” He sighs, and sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I can control myself, I won’t hurt you, I won’t turn into an animal. One taste won’t give me an insatiable thirst for human blood. It’s nothing like that.” 

“So what is it?” You ask, suddenly curious, trying to focus through the feeling of his fingers now dancing patterns on the bare skin of your side beneath your shirt. 

“I-” His mouth drops open, allowing the word to start, but not finish, and he rolls his eyes, suddenly self deprecating. “It’s stupid actually.” 

You stare at him, and when you don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue, he lets out another long sigh and then reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. 

“It’s just that-” He swallows again, and you find your gaze drawn to his lips, the way they move to form his words, the way they would fit perfectly around a pair of long white fangs, the way they would feel against your skin, and you’re so distracted, that you almost miss what he says next. “You’re my first.” 

“What?” You ask, pure confusion lacing your tone, as you force yourself to meet his gaze once more, a gaze now awash in worry and embarrassment. “Your first what?” 

“Oh god, don’t make me say it, jagi, please.” Jungkook groans out, reaching up to swipe at his eyes with his hand, as a blush paints the tan skin of his cheeks. “You’re my first......bite.” 

“Really?” The word of astonishment pops out before you can stop it, and the pink on your boyfriend’s cheeks darkens beneath the cover of his hand. You clear your throat, composing yourself, and reaching out to remove his hand, try a different angle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so surprised. It’s just-” You think hard about your words for a moment before continuing. “Haven’t you been hungry?” 

“Can we not talk about details?” Jungkook pleads, putting a palm over your mouth, as if he physically doesn’t want you to ask questions. “The hyungs kept me fed. I’m fine.” 

“Okay.” You drawl out from behind his hand, and he must feel the smile starting against his skin, because he pulls away from you, but you stop him by pinning him beneath your body, as you hold his gaze. “Fine. So let’s not talk then.” 

Your eyes follow the bob of Jungkook’s throat as he takes in the full meaning of your words, and behind the slight uncertainty that flashes across his eyes, you see something else. 

The desire. 

You lean down, and your lips are almost brushing when you speak again, and the heat in Jungkook’s eyes, alighting the gold specks, is causing coils of anticipation in your core. 

“Do you want to bite me, Kook?” You ask once more, completely serious this time. 

His tongue licks across his lips, and the warmth of his breath washes across your face, as his eyes fall to your mouth, barely centimetres from his own. 

He nods. “Yes.” 

“So stop thinking-” You let your fingers run up the skin beneath his shirt, and he tenses beneath you as your lips find his between each of your words. “And just do what comes naturally.” 

You run your lips across the corner of his mouth, and arch your body into his, angling the juncture of your throat beneath your jaw so that it brushes across his lips and the tip of his nose. 

Jungkook lets a groan slip from between his parted lips, and his fingers find purchase at your hips, breath hot on your skin, teeth grazing your throat as he murmurs against you, “Shit, your heartbeat is so loud.” A hint of teasing seeps into his next words, though he’s slightly breathless. “Is that for me?” 

“I mean-” You pant out, having to choke back a moan, your words stuttering to a stop for a slight moment, as Jungkook sucks open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. “If you want it.” 

“I do.” Jungkook’s voice is low now, a growl, and you start slightly as you feel a sharp prick against the flesh of your throat, at the juncture of your jawline. 

“Are those-” You start to ask, and move as if to pull away, the sudden heat of the moment suddenly taking a backseat to your burning curiosity. 

Jungkook groans, and not in pleasure this time, as he stops you from moving away from him and when he speaks, his voice is full of exasperation, lips still brushing the skin of your neck, and though you can’t see his expressions, you can practically imagine him rolling his eyes. “Please don’t tell me you’re tying to see them. Not right now.” 

You hide a grin. “Okay. Sorry.” 

“Now.” Jungkook’s fingers curl around your chin, and he makes you meet his gaze, irises almost completely swallowed up in the black of his pupils, as he tilts your head slightly to the side, fingers stroking over the fluttering pulse point beneath your jaw. “I believe you said this was for me?” 

You feel breathless, and lightheaded, and the way he’s looking at you is making it hard for you to think again and all you manage to get out is a dumb sounding, half affirmation in response, “Mmmhmm.” 

He smirks at you, and his fingers play along the crease of your collarbone, tracing the outline of the hollow at the base of your throat. “Remember, this is my first time, so be patient with me, yeah?” 

“This is my first time.” You quip back, though you don’t sound fierce, you sound breathless. “So be gentle.” 

“You know what they say.” Jungkook grins now, and you finally, finally get a look at the coveted fangs as they flash blindingly white in his mouth, and dammit all, if they don’t make him even more sexy. “Practice makes perfect.” 

Damn Jeon Jungkook. Damn Vampire Jeon Jungkook

*****

“Hey, it’s Kookie!” 

Taehyung crows the greeting as soon as the two of you walk through the door of the penthouse, and flinging his arms around the two of you, envelopes you both in a bear hug. 

“Glad you guys could make it. Life has been so boring since you moved out.” Taehyung continues on, dragging the two of you behind him toward the dining room as he talks incessantly over his shoulder, as if he’s been starved for conversation. “You guys down for dinner and drinks and games?” 

You glance at Jungkook, and he shrugs in response. “Yeah, hyung, sounds fund We don’t have plans.” 

“Wait.” 

Taehyung stops dead in the entrance to the dining room and whirls to face the two of you, eyes narrowed, as he looks you both over suspiciously. “something’s different here.” 

Jungkook instantly stiffens beside you, and you feel his fingers curl nervously against your palm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about hyung-” 

“WAIT.” Taehyung leaps toward you, making you step back nervously, as his fingers find your chin and wrench your head to the side. “Aha! I knew it!” 

You know exactly what he’s looking at. 

The almost healed puncture wounds that dot the side of your throat. 

Courtesy of one Jeon Jungkook. 

“Hyung.” Jungkook whines, as if begging his older friend to remain quiet in the matter, a blush already darkening his cheek at what’s coming. 

“I KNEW YOU TWO DID IT.” Taehyung pats your cheek a little bit too hard in his excitement, before crushing Jungkook to him with a few hearty slaps on the back. “Congrats!” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes at you over his friend’s shoulder, and you stifle a laugh, because no matter how much Taehyung embarrasses him, you know he means well. 

Taehyung releases Jungkook and turns back to you. “Told you he was into biting.” He winks at you slyly, a smirk lighting up his handsome features. 

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice has risen an octave, and his cheeks are on fire. 

“You know-” Taehyung motions over his shoulder at Jimin, who has now joined you in the doorway, come to see what the hold up is. “We’re into biting too.” He shoots you a completely wicked grin. “Let us know if you ever wanna join us.” 

“Taehyung. That’s enough.” 

Namjoon’s voice thunders from the dining room beyond, and Taehyung, barely phased, rolls his eyes at you, before he turns and slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulders to enter the dining room. 

But not before giving you one last conspiratorial wink. 

“You’re not really considering that, are you?” Jungkook hisses beneath his breath as you start to enter the dining room behind the other men. 

You shrug, hiding your smile. “Who knows?” At the look of panic that crosses his face, you laugh, reaching out to tap the end of his nose with your finger, before leaning in to kiss him. “Just kidding. But I am into biting too, you know.” You shoot him a suggestive grin. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes and pinches the back of your hand where it rests in his, making you laugh once more as you take your seats at the table. 

“Just promise me two things-you’ll only ever be into biting with me." He points to himself, a slight smile starting to lift the corners of his lips. “Because another vampire myth that I forgot to mention that isn’t bullshit is that we’re insanely jealous.” He ticks another finger at you, and now he’s grinning in that way you love, with his nose scrunched and his eyes turning into half moons. “And, number two, you’ll never use the shower head as a weapon when I’ve done something to upset you.” 

You squeeze his hand where it rests under the table. “Promise.” 

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Girls Like You (Jungkook x You ONESHOT) (M)

A/N: This is my first full blown smut fic ever. Thank you anon for making me sin. And sorry this took so long. I need to find the courage to actually write a sentence that has my precious bunny and the word cock together. hahaha. 😂😂😂  As a reminder like always, I am not good in smut so please, show me some mercy, and you are welcome to skip the smut part if its too cringe worthy, the story would still be relevant. And yeah, as this is my first smut, the scenes are still quite vanilla. imma keep the nasty stuff for later. hahaha

MASTERLIST 

Jungkook slide his cock a few more times inside her wet, tight center, his face scrunched up in pleasure before he pulls out and crawl on top of her, thighs on both sides of her face, pumping himself directly to her mouth.

"Open wide for me baby. Tounge out,"

Obident as she has always been, Y/N quickly darted out her tounge like a starved man waiting for Jungkook to fill her mouth up with his creamy bitter liquid. Jungkook wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and pump a few more times before shooting up his load on the tounge that is laid out in front of him. Just like the good girl that she is, Y/N swallows everything without question, licking her lips when she's done and open up her mouth to show that she has swallowed it all like a good obidient girl.

"That was amazing as always baby girl," Jungkook smirked as he reached out on top of her head and released her bound wrist from the leather that held it to the headboard. He swiftly starts to put his boxers back on and button up his shirt, looking at Y/N who just flashed him an obligatory smile, slowly pulling up the blankets to cover her naked and dirty body that has been throughly used by him just minutes ago.

"Here's something for you," he throws a wad of cash on the bedside table. "I wont be coming tomorrow night. As usual. So you dont have to wait for me. Use the money to go shopping or something," he smile and without even looking back he walks out from her room and her apartment, leaving Y/N alone in the luxurious apartment, feeling disgusted with herself like she always does whenever he leaves after getting his way with her.

Living a life as a sugar baby is not something Y/N has ever imagined herself being. In fact, she felt disgusted by her friends who proudly brags about the expensive jewellery or holiday trips their supposed daddies, boyfriends, sir or whatever it is that they call them, has brought for them. All those luxuries comes with a price of course. A price they dont seem to mind paying at all.

Their body.

"Oh come on Y/N. Its just sex. And you are doing it with a young, hot and wealthy man anyway, not some old perverted hag. You are the one who is getting more of the advantage actually, you get both money and pleasure," Min Hwa grins at her. Min Hwa is one of her first friend since she entered college, she dont really considered them to be best friends, but Y/N do talk and spend a lot of time with her. And ever since Min Hwa has been in the sugar baby scene, she has a lot more money to spend on her friends for coffee and snacks sessions, and who is Y/N to say no to free food. Her starving student ass could never resist that.

Min Hwa always talk, no, bragged, about how great it is to be a sugar baby, especially when her daddy is some young hot shot CEO who has too much money to waste. Y/N never fail to cringe whenever she talks about it but today... well its different. Today, this topic sparks her interest.

As a medical student studying to be a doctor, her years of studying is long and expensive. With a sick mother and two younger siblings to take care of, Y/N's part time jobs doesnt seem to cut it anymore. Quitting her studies is not something she wants to do, but is her dream big enough for her to hold on to to actually consider living the life like Min Hwa?

"Really Y/N. You are absolutely hot! Look at your face. Your body! You can get in no problem. And let me tell you a secret," she leaned in closer. "Jungkook is looking for another baby girl for him," she giggles, making Y/N swallow nervously. Is this her friend's way to help her find a solution to finance her study and family? Somermthing suddenly spark her curiousity.

"Wait. Isnt this Jungkook your boyfriend or whatever you call him?"

"He is not my boyfriend Y/N. I just calls him Jungkook and sometimes daddy in bed," she winked.  "But never ever calls him oppa or you will be punish. He hates that the most. Not that I mind being punished by him," she lets out a laugh as Y/N just stare at her. Is she for real right now? Is it that fun to have sex for money? "And to answer your question, yes. Why?"

"You mean... you are not the only girl he do this... arrangement with?" Min Hwa shakes her head.

"Of course not. He is young and absolutely delicious looking. He is freaking hot Y/N. You should see him. Not to mentioned he is incredibly rich. Money means nothing to him. Of course I am not the only girl. Even I would get myself a barrage of girls if I am him,"

"And you dont mind this? Sharing him?" Min Hwa shrugged as an answer.

"Nope. Not at all. Its not like he is my boyfriend Y/N. He buys me things and gives me money for whatever I need.  And my job is to make sure he is satisfied whenever he comes to see me and that is all there is to it," she swirled the straw in her drink. "Besides, Jungkook keeps an open relationship with his girls. We are free to meet other boys and we can end the agreement whenever we decide to get serious with someone else,"

"Oh... that's interesting," Y/N nodded her head. That really is. She felt a little more relaxed an assured upon hearing that. So this Jungkook is not some kind of a sex crazed monster then. Usually, the stories she heard about this type of relationship, if you can even call it that, is more possesive and one sided. The girl wont usually be allowed any other interaction with other males. But then again the man dont usually have many girls at the same time. Maybe that's why this Jungkook doesnt mind? Because who knows how many girls he has to keep him company anyway?

"Jungkookie only has one crucial rule though. Never fall in love with him. If you do, the arrangement is over immediately," Min Hwa warned.

"Does that ever happen?" Y/N is curious. How can anyone ever falls in love with a cold man who uses his money to pay young girls for pleasure? "His girls falling in love with him?"

"Oh babe. You cant imagine how many did. Jungkookie is sweet. He treats you nicely. He talks to you and ask you about your day and he will make sure not to cross any of your boundaries. Not to mention he is extremely, and I repeat, extremely, good and amazing in bed," Min Hwa winked. "So Y/N, are you in?"

And that is how Y/N ends up underneath Jungkook one week later.

Their first meeting was a little awkward. Of course it is. She is meeting with some stranger to have sex with him. For money. But Min Hwa was right. Jungkook makes her feel comfortable, he talks to her, asking about her interests and even making small jokes to ease up the tension. And not to mention incredibly good looking. Her heart slightly beat faster when he flashed her a smile and it almost burst everytime their bare skin accidenrally touched

"I only have a few conditions Y/N, if you may call it that," he flashed her a cute bunny smile, something that makes him look so innocent if not for the knowledge of what they are discussing right now. Y/N nodded as a sign for him to proceed.

"One, I can come and go whenever I want and whenever I do come, you will always be ready for me. I will tell you beforehand if I'm not coming on certain days so that you can make your own plans," Y/N nodded. Sounds reasonable.

"Two, this is strictly a sex relationship. You are free to meet anyone else that you one but if you do sleep with them, you need to wear protection and inform me about it," Well, nothing to worry about there. Y/N has only ever did it a few times and that is only with her first boyfriend a long time ago. Its already hard enough for her to decice to sleep with one guy, let alone multiple partners? Not likely going to happen.

"Three, I like to, you may call it, experiment in bed, so you will tell me if anything I want to do is too much for you and I will stop. Dont ever be afraid to tell me that. Its not just about my pleasure. Its about yours too," he smile and Y/N's heart beats faster. Can someone like him actually be caring?

"Four, the moment you agree, I will be giving you an apartment to live in and a car. The car will be under your name. Which you do not have to return when we end this arrangement. It will belong to you. I will also give you monthly expenses and extra bonus for everytime we fucked," Y/N cringe at his vulgar choice of words but what can she do. He is only saying the truth. That is what she is here for. To fuck.

"And finally, five. This is the most crucial rule. Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with me. Or catch feelings or whatever you call it. If I found out, this arrangement ends immediately, no questions asked," Y/N nodded. Well, Min Hwa has warned her about that before.

"Any question?"

"Uh n-no sir," she shakes her head.

"Call me Jungkook," he smiles. "But you can call me sir in bed if you prefer," he winks.

/////

"Fuck, you are so fucking tight Y/N. I should have known that from the innocent look you gave me today, nobody has ever fucked you this good isnt it? Its alright daddy will take care of you," Jungkook pants as he slide his cock in and out her drenched pussy. One hand holding the back of her knee to make sure she wrapped it tight around his waist while the other is holding the headboard tightly, to help bracing himself as he rammed continuosly into her. Y/N was lost for words. The white hot pleasure surging through her leave her speechless. With the way Jungkook occasionally take a hard nipple in his mouth, rotating from one side to another, suckling and teasing the hard nub, the way his fingers rub her clit so fast, all the while his cock keeps on thrusting into her, Y/N feels like dying from the extreme pleasure.

"I-I'm coming Jungkook. Fuck,"

"Come baby girl. Let me feel you all over my cock," he leans down and start kissing her neck, one hand going between their sweaty bodies to rub her engorged clit faster and faster, and in no time at all Y/N was clenching all over his cock, her orgasm coming in multiple wave. Her loud moans being captured by Jungkook mouth as he keeps thrusting into her through her orgasm. Feeling her walls clenching tightly around him is too much for Jungkook to handle and he quickly pulls himself out.

"On your knees,"

Confused at his demand at first, Y/N finally crawled in front of him and kneeled down, hands obidiently folded in her lap as Jungkook hastily stroked his cock up and down, sweat dripping from his forehead to his delicious abs.

"Fuck, here it comes babygirl," He finally shoots his load onto her face, white sticky liquid smeared everywhere from her hair down to her chin. Jungkook pants from the satisfying pleasure he just experienced and flopped down on the bed. "You look gorgeous with my cum on your face baby girl," he grins and heads out to the bathroom.

Shaken by her first experience of sleeping with this incredibly handsome and not to mention talented man, Y/N sat at the corner of the bed, waiting for him to get out from the bathroom, still confused and not knowing what she can and couldnt do. This is their first time together after all. Jungkook came out from the bathroom already fully dressed and chuckle at the sight of Y/N, still fully naked with his cum on her face sitting like a good girl she is on the bed waiting for his next instructions, her arms shyly covering her bare chest. Seeing her looking all wide eyes and innocent, staring up at him makes his cock stirred again but he knows once is enough for her tonight. It is their first time together afterall.

Maybe he can trained her to take more later.

"Why are you just sitting there?"

"I-uh I dont know what I'm supposed to do. What I am allowed to do," she answered, looking down at her fingers. Jungkook chuckles. How can someone so sweet and innocent be willing to be involved in something like this? With someone like him?

"You can go clean yourself up babygirl. I think I have tire you enough for tonight," he smiles and Y/N quietly stood up and went into the bathroom. After a quick shower and changing into a set of fresh and clean clothes, Y/N went out only to find the apartment empty and a stack of cash on her night table, and she has never ever felt more dirty.

/////

Jungkook came over quite often after that night, which surprises her. Min Hwa told her before that Jungkook had different girls for every day of the week and he will only visit them once a week, on their designated day. But Jungkook never say anything to her, nor has he set a specific day for her. It has been a month and he has come to her for almost every night.

Nights with Jungkook were never boring. Sure, she still feels dirty and guilty after but she cant deny the pleasure Jungkook gave her every night, or the multiple pleasure he gave her on some nights. Jungkook is amazing in bed, he taught her various new things, experimenting with toys and things Y/N never even know existed. But that wasnt the best part for her. To her the best part is after all the sweaty and dirty sex they have, the part when Jungkook is willing to stay over and would let her cook up some ramen or heat up some leftovers and they would sit on the kitchen bar, talking about each other's life.

Y/N never expected a sugar daddy relationship to be like this. She always thought its all about the pleasure and the money, no in betweens. But after a month of late night talks, she realizes Jungkook is nothing like the man she imagined him to be. He is funny, interesting, childish, competitive, smart and creative. He is a man who have dreams and fears. Shredding the expensive suits, the shiny watches and devilish smirk, Jungkook is only just a normal ordinary man, and that is the part of him that she likes best.

/////

"H-how was your day today?"

Five words were stuttered to him. Five words that change everything he thought he knew. Five words that Y/N said to him after one of their steamy nights as he is tying his expensive leather shoes, ready to leave. Five words that is softly uttered to him, laced with fear of him flipping out from the question, by the girl who was wrapped only in the blanket over her naked body, peering behind the wall, eyes innocently wide. Five words that makes him stop what he is doing and turn back inside.

No one. No one has ever asked him that question. No one ever cares how his day has gone by. All the people around him only cares about how many millions did he gain today? How many projects did he get his hands on today? Is he interested in some new land? The girls he fucked only cares about the jewelleries he bought them. The fancy new dress he will bring them. The branded handbags he will purchase for them. Nobody cares if he has eaten, or if he is feeling well or if the world around him chewed him up today. For years Jungkook tries to find salvation from his lonely life in the form of shallow entertainment, getting drunk and high, taking advantage of the girls that is blinded by his wealth, when all he ever wants is someone to talk to. Someone who is really willing to listen to him. Someone who actially cares.

And when Y/N looks back at him with her innocent wide eyes, hands nervously gripping the sheets covering her body, slightly shaking from fear of upsetting him, the sincerity of her question shone through, Jungkook knows he has finally found that someone.

So he keeps coming back.

Without realizing, a month has passed by where he had spend most of his nights with Y/N instead of his other daily girls. He feels lighter whenever he came by, and its not just because the things they do in bed, and trust him, Y/N is amazing in bed. Shy at first, now she seems to be more into it, willing and eager to try eveeything he suggested. It makes him extremely happy to see her enjoy herself. In fact, unlike with how he usually is with his other girls, Jungkook seems to focus more on bringing her the pleasure instead of thinking of what he wants and what he needs first.

"You look pretty," he smiles at Y/N who just came out from the bathroom after their mind blowing fuck session together, drying her hair, dressed in a very simple night gown. Most of the girls he slept with will wrapped themselves in expensive silk and complucated designs. Designs that are supposed to interest him, supposes to make him wants them even more, but he never even batt them an eye. All of them are just the same to him. Willing to be fucked as long as he pays for it. How is it that this girl who is dressed in a very simple white cotton night gown managed to make his cock stir again? Making his heart beats faster? Jungkook tries to pushed his desire aside but when Y/N actually blush from his compliment, none of his girls are innocent enough to blush from a simple compliment, Jungkook knows he is already gone.

He immediately stood up, making the silky sheets thats covering his naked body slide off, revealing taut muscle and his red hard cock, already weeping, hard and ready for another round, making Y/N's eyes widen as she gazed at the beautiful man stalking towards her.

"How are you doing this to me?" His voice is raspy and ragged with lustful breath as he leans and hungrily captured her lips with his. Y/N was beyond surprise. During the time they had spend together, Jungkook never once kissed her. Kissing means feelings he said. Kissing means intimacy. Kissing meant someone special and none of them are that to him. That is what he said. So why is he kissing her now? Y/N doesnt have the time to ponder about his real reason as he starts to bit her lower lips and his tounge proding her mouth, asking for entrance which she immediately allows. Jungkook taste sweet, with a mix of alcohol and mint and all around just pure Jungkook. A taste so intoxicating and heavenly, Y/N knows she is already addicted to.

"Take it all off for me baby," Without hesitation Y/N slides down the straps of her night gown and let the material pool at her feet. Revealing herself bare except for a matching white cotton panties she wore underneath. Jungkook drink in every little skin that is revealed to him and leans closer, lowering his head to her breast, capturing one hard nub, suckling a hard nipple in his mouth, making Y/N moan louder and louder, her hands trying so desperately reaching for the walls behind her for support before her weak knees gives out on her. Jungkook continues his ministration, switching from one nipple to other while his fingers deftly grazed her clothed core, making her breath nkre raghed at his touch.

"J-jungkook,"

"God. I love it when you moan my name baby girl. But I think you can go loider than that. And I surely can make it louder," he smirked and swiftly went down on his knees placing his nose between her legs right where ahe wants him the most and inhaled her intoxicating smell.

"Ermmm I love that smell baby girk. The smell that shows just how wet you already are for me," Y/N can already feel herself getting wetter just from his words and apparently Jungkook can see it too by the wet patch forming on her clean white panties. Without waiting for an answer, he pulls her already ruined panties down her leg, revealing her drenched pussy to him.

"So beautiful. Always so beautiful," he whispered loud enough for her to hear as he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread open her pussy lips and give a small soft kiss to her clit.

"J-jungkook!"

"You like that baby hmm?" Y/N can feel him smiling as his warm wet tounge start to lick a broad stripe before he increases his speed and lapped up her whole sex, slowly and soft at first and slowly start to pick up the pace. Y/N feels like losing her mind at the pleasure, her hands starts to pull on his hair as Jungkook suckle on her already engorged clit. It didnt take her long to reached her orgasm, releasing her juice all over Jungkook's tounge and face, which he happily lapped up as she rode her high. He stood up with a smile and face her,  licking the corner of his mouth, turning her on even more.

"Your taste is addictive baby," Y/N was panting, too caught up in her strong orgasm that she didnt resist when Jungkook kissed her again, hungrily, tounge proding into every inch of her mouth, making her taste herself before spinning her around, pinning her chest to the wall. She can feel his hard cock grazing the curve of her ass and Jungkook pushed her back to make her bend over. He sticks his chest on her back, placing his face only a centimeter from hers, his warm breath and his scent sending tingle to her whole body.

"Tell me you want me baby girl. Tell me. I want to hear you say it,"

"I-I want you Jungkook. Please. Please fuck me,"

Jungkook lost all control at her words and immediately slide his cock fully into her, thrusting slowly at first, trying to enjoy the feel of her warmth walls enveloping him. He round his hands over her body and cupped both of her breasts, fingers twiddling with her nipples making her moan louder.

"You like it baby? You like me fucking you from the back againsts this wall? You want me to fuck you harder?" Jungkook growled as he starts to kiss the side of her neck, biting and grazing his teeth against it.  "Tell me. Tell me what you want!"

"Yes Jungkook. Yes. Fuck me harder, please. Oh god!" Jungkook immediately picks up his pace, thrusting and pounding into her fast and hard, the only sounds filling the room is their mixed ragged breaths and moans. Jungkook can feel her getting closer and closer by the sound of her breath and how tight she is clenching around him. One hand reached down her body and start to rub her clit fast and hard, helping her to reach her high,  needing her to come first, to make sure she feels the pleasure first.

"Oh God Jungkook, I'm- ahhhh I'm coming,"

Her walls clenched so hard around him that Jungkook immediately releases himself inside of her a second later. Panting from their mind blowing orgasm, Jungkook turns her around and captured her lips for a long hard kiss, and once again, taking her by surprise.

Y/N closes her eyes as he moulded his soft lips against hers. She slowly kissed him nack, taking in every kittle taste of him that she could, deciding to just enjoy this moment. The moment that Jungkook really felt like he belong to her.

"Y/N?" A hand wave in front of her, startling her from her daydream. She snapped back to reality only to see her classmate looking at her weirdly, the class already empty. "Uh, class has been over for 10 minutes now and you have been staring at nothing for the whole two hours of lecture. Are you sure you are okay?" Y/N flashed her a smile and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah. I am totally fine. Just thinking about what to eat tonight," her friend looks at her, obviously not believing her lie but decides not to ask further. Y/N gathered her books and left the class, walking slowly back to her apartment. Well, Jungkook's apartment. Not that he has been around much lately.

Truth is, Jungkook is the one who has been plaguing her mind. She cant understand him at all. He came over almost every night for a month, take time to talk to her, get to know her and make her feel like they have some kind of a connection other than just sex for money, and he kissed her that night, and then he just left?

That night.

That night will be the night that Y/N will treasure forever. Jungkook made love, yes, she can finally calls it making love and not some raw fucking like he usually did this time, three times that night and he kissed her. Multiple times. She knows it must mean something to him too. She can feel it in his kiss and the gentle way he cuddles her between sessions.

But when she woke up the next morning, he was gone. No text, no note, no calls nothing. And she didnt hear from him for almost three weeks now. The only thing that confirms he is still well and alive is the fact that her account balance keeps on increasing.

What did she do wrong?

Has Jungkook finally had enough of her?

Just the thought make her heart clench. The thought that she might never see him again, talk to him, see his smile, hear his laugh, feel his touch. It scares her to no end. And thats when Y/N realizes she is fucked.

She fell in love with Jeon Jungkook.

And maybe he knows it too, and thats why he went away.

Y/N didnt have to wonder for long where he is when she saw his expensive Italian made shoes at the doorway. A huge smile immediately creeped up her face at the thought of seeing him. She misses him, and although she knows its wrong, she cant help it.

She's in love.

Her smile quickly dissappear when she take another step further into the apartment and saw two pairs of women's red high heels that definitely didnt belongs to her. Did Jungkook brought someone home? Its fine of course, it is his house anyway, but why would he bring his girls to where she is? After dissappearing for weeks? What is he trying to proof?

As she entered the living hall that is situated right in front of her bedroom, she can finally hear it. Two women's voices screaming out Jungkook's name and his ragged breathing. Is this really happening? Did Jungkook really brought back his girls to her place and fuck them in her bedroom? Of all places, her bedroom?

"Fuck Jungkook faster," a raspy women's voice scream out, which Y/N quickly named as women #1. Her heart starts to ache. "Oh god, Jungkook, you are eating me out so well, fuck baby," there goes women #2.  She knows. She knows she is not the only one. That is fact. But must he do this to her?

She thought what they had, what she felt that night was special.

Maybe... maybe it really is just sex and what they had is really nothing special to him at all.

Y/N tried to calm her heart but it breaks into pieces with what she heard next.

"God, you are beautiful," Words that he used to say to her.

"Kiss me Jungkook," and wet sloppy sound of kisses filled the room. Y/N couldnt handle it. She really does mean nothing at all to Jungkook. Just another girl. Another sex doll to him. Those nights spend talking and revealing her heart apparently meant nothing special to him.

She is nothing special to him.

She braced herself and curled into a ball on the couch, waiting for them to be done, and thankfully it didnt take long. The two girls, hair and makeup ruined, smile shyly at her as they put on their shoe and pull on their dresses, adjusting it, somehow trying to make themselves look presentable enough for the outside world before they went out, locking the door behind her.

Jungkook came out a few second later, shirtless, hair messy, body filled with marks and scratches and he gave a cold glare as he noticed Y/N sitting on the couch. Y/N cant understand it. Why is he being so cold to her. What did she ever do to him that make him changed?

"Oh, you are back. Sorry, we borrowed your room, thought you will be in class all day," His words so cold, only giving her a side glance as he uttered the words.

"Y-yeah okay..."

"What's with you?" He asks questioningly as if he didnt do anything wrong. Well, come to think of it, he really didnt do anything wrong but why does Y/N's heart  breaking?

"Me? What wrong with you?" Y/N find some courage to actually questioned him, something she has never done, not even once during their time together. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at her defiance.

"Are you... are you seriously defying me? Talking back to me?" He took a few steps closer towards her. Y/N gulped in fear. Despite everything she has been feeling for him, fear is still a big part of it.

"I-I'm just asking you. Yo-you didnt call or text for weeks and-"

"Baby girl is so feisty today," he smirked, taking long strides towards her, now already standing right in front of her, carressing her cheeks. Y/N, although scared and mad at him, feels herself gets weaker with his touch, leaning into his palm. God, she missed him. "Since when have you been such a naughty girl huh? You know daddy doesnt like that," Jungkook snarled and pull her down on the couch, laying her down on his lap. All thoughts of questions and anger flies out from her mind the moment Jungkook lifted up her skirt and carressed her ass, pushing down her panties to leaving it at her thights, restraining her movements, his hands palming her bare ass. "Such a beautiful sight. Too bad you have been a bad girl today, so you must received your punishment. Do you understand me? Hmmm?" Y/N can only moan at the sensation she felt as his palms keep carressing her ass cheeks. Shit, she can feel herself dripping on Jungkook's thighs.

"Answer when daddy ask you a question baby girl,"

"Y-yes daddy," Y/N can feel Jungkook's cock twitch when she called him what he wanted to hear and it just turns her on more. Pleasing him. Theres no bigger turn on than that in her books.

"Count," was what he said before his cold palm hits her bare ass, rotating from cheek to cheek leaving beautiful stinging red marks.

"O-one,"

"Hmmm, beautiful. Red is really your colour baby girl," Each spank he kanded on her will be accompanied with gentle carressed from Jungkook's cold hands, making her moan louder everytime, the sensation bringing both pain and pleasure to her.

"Fif-fifteen," her voice weak and the last slap hits her ass. Jungkook scooped her up and kiss her lovingly, tounge hungrily lapping hers before putting her down.

"You did great baby girl, and good girls shall be rewarded," Y/N eagerly nodded, willing to take whatever it is Jungkook's going to give her. She didnt know how did she become this pathetic, this desperate for a man's touch. But this is not just any man, this is Jeon Jungkook, and she is willing to do anything to feel his skin on hers.

"Get on all fours," Y/N quickly scrambled to get into position on the couch, her ass and pussy spread wide for Jungkook to see in that position. He lightly grazed her plush ass, giving it a kiss. "So soft, so beautiful, all mine, right?" Y/N nodded without a doubt, looking over her shoulders to see Jungkook pumping his already very hard cock, pre cum leaking from the tip. The sight make her even wetter, if that is even possible. He grazed the head of his cock around her drenched pussy, collecting all her wetness and slap her clit a few times with his cock. The sensation felt so good, Y/N almost felt like cumming right then and there.

"D-daddy, please," she keeps on begging, but he ignores her, continuing to tease her sopping pussy.

"Beg for dadd baby girl,"

"D-daddy please. I- want more,"

He finally have mercy on her and lined his cock to her entrance sliding in the head, fucking her shallowly.

"Do you think you deserve more? You think you deserve Daddy's cock tonight?" He lands another slap on her ass making her moan.

"Y-yes D-daddy. I've been good,"

"Hmm," he keeps on thrusting slowly, watching only the tip slides in and out of her. "You are right. You have been a good girl, and daddy promises good firls shall be rewarded," and slides himself fully in her. Y/N let out a loud moan at the sensation of him filling her up and Jungkook needs a minute to adjust himself as her tight walls starts to envelope him. "Fuck baby girl, you are so tight. You havent been fuck for a long time didnt you? Daddy is sorry he left you for so long baby girl. But Daddy will take care of you now," and with that he starts to thurst harder and harder, hands pressing on her back, burying her face in the couch. It didnt take long for the both of them to reached their peak, screaming each other's name as their explosive orgasm crashed through.

Jungkook and Y/N lay beside each other, panting. Jungkook kissed her sweaty forehead, a move that didnt go unnoticed by Y/N, making her feel like crying again. She wrapped the blanket around herself and finds the courage to open her mouth, to find the truth she has been seeking for.

"Wh-where did you go for the last three weeks?"

"I just had some things to do that doesnt concerns you," his cold exterior came back, the smile quickly vanish from his face. Y/N gulped at his cold respond and decides to ask something else instead.

"W-why did you bring those girls here?" Her voice small and anxious, afraid of what he might do or say. Jungkook immediately stood up and start to find his clothes. "Wait!" She panics. "Where are you going?"

"Just because I'm nice to you, you think you have the right to ask me questions? Who do you think you are? My girlfriend? You think you are special?!" He growled, hands stopping midway from buttoning his shirt, fuming with anger.

"N-no. But I thought-"

"Well, whatever you thought, you thought wrong!" He walks towards her, looming over her on the edge of the bed. "You are just one of the many girls that I fucked under a contract. For money. Dont even for a second think that you are special or different from any of them,"

"Jungkook, I just-"

"The fact that you actually agreed to this has already proof how you are just a shallow gold digger with no pride or self respect. Selling your body for money, and you thought I would see you as something special?" he lets out a sarcastic laugh. It hurts. His words hurts like crazy. Jungkook knows the reason why shes doing this. She told him during one of their late night talks. He also knows she never used his money more than what is necessary for her mother and her two siblings. She never asks for anything more from him. He knows all this but yet why is he saying all this things?

"Why are you even crying? Isnt what I said true?" He mocked.

"Why are you being like this?!" She screamed out. "This is not you. I know the real you Jungkook. You are not like this. Please, tell me whats wrong, I will help you go through it! But dont do this. Dont ruined what we had!"

"What we had? What the fuck are you talking about? You are delusional!"

"No Jungkook!" She cried out. "I know you felt it too!" Tears are already rolling down her cheeks. Who is she kidding? His word is more than just hurts her, it kills her. Jungkook scoffed.

"Just because we have a few talks you think you know me?" He lets out a dry laugh. "Everything I do is just a rust to get you into bed sweetheart," he smirked and carressed her cheeks, which is wet with tears.

"No. Th-thats not true. I know its not. Jungkook please,"

"I'm sorry you fell for it, but hey.. at least you get paid for it," he lets out a loud laugh, which sounds so evil, so sadistic to her ears.

"Why are you acting like this?" Y/N sobbed. "This is not you. This is not the Jungkook I fell in love with..."

Jungkook's eyes turned soft for a second, Y/N is sure she is not imagining it but it was gone in a matter of second, replaced by the cold hard glare.

"You love me?" He turns towards her and Y/N weakly nodded. No point of hiding that fact anymore. "Then, this arrangement is over sweetheart. Leave this apartment by tomorrow," he cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. Y/N stare into his brown doe eyes, hoping to find the Jungkook that she knows once again, but nothing. Only this monster remains. "Tsk, too bad. You are a good fuck too," was his last words before he walked out of the apartment, leaving Y/N crumpled alone on the floor.

/////

"I can obviously tell there's something bothering you," Taehyung walked into the large expensive mansion own by his childhood bestfriend, the most sought after billionaire Jeon Jungkook, careful not to step on the bottles of expensive wine, vodka and champange scattered on the floor. Taehyung lets out a small laugh at the sight of his friend in his silk custom robe, sprawled out on the large leather sofa. Even when he is getting shit drunk hes doing it with style and expensive alcohol.

Must be nice to be Jeon Jungkook.

"Go away Tae,"

"Sorry Kook. Not gonna happen," he flopped down beside the distressed man. "Whats going on? I have seen you went through hell and back and back again and never once were you like this. What could have happened that could make the mighty Jeon Jungkook holed up in his extremely expensive mansion?"

"I dont want to talk about it, go away Tae," he leans down to reached out to a half empty bottle of vodka but Taehyung snatched it away.

"Oh no no. Dont think you are getting off that easy. I'm not leaving until I get an answer and you know how persistance... and annoying I can be," he smirked. Jungkook sighed. Well, what Taehyung said is true. He is very, very annoying. Especially when he is trying to get what he wants. He wont stop until he succeeds. And right now he wants some answers from Jungkook. After much consideration and thinking, Jungkook accepted the fact that he has no choice if he wants Taehyung to leave. So he opens his mouth and start the to tell him the cause of the pain in his heart.

"Her name is Y/N..."

/////

"Well... I dont know what to say," Taehyung leans back into the couch after Jungkook finished off his story. So that's what it is. His friend is in love! Who would have thought. The news should have shocked Taehyung if he didnt know the sweet innocent Jungkook the boy used to be. The Jungkook that is capable of love and being loved. "What I dont understand is, why did you even say any of those things if you dont mean it?"

"I was scared okay? I have never, and I mean never felt like this before. The feeling of having someone actually cares for me, wanting to know me, worried about me. It feels strange Tae, but I- I like that feeling. The feeling of being loved," Jungkook sighed. "And that night... that night was the first time I kissed someone after a long time Tae. And it felt wonderful. It felt amazing. Its electrifying, it sends tingles through my whole body," Taehyung gaped at his friend. Is this really Jeon Jungkook? Talking to him about feelings?

"Everytime I look at her I feel like protecting her Tae. I want to give her everything that could make her happy. I hate to see her sad, even worse when she cries. It breaks my heart to see her in pain," he lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Tae?" Jungkook raised his head and finally looked into his friend's eyes after hours of swallowing in self pity. "Is this... is this what love feels like? Is this... is this what they called love?"

Taehyung chuckled out loud at Jungkook's question. His box smile showing. He finally see the innocent and adorable friend he met years ago when they were just little kids. The innocent and sweet boy, before life took a hard turn and change him into the cold wealthy man he is today.

"Yes Jungkook. It is safe to say that you are in love,"

/////

Jungkook stood outside the coffee shop, hands sweaty as he grip the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The cafe is filled with teenagers, college students mostly and he have never felt out of place. But if he wants Y/N back, then this is what he have to do.

"What are you afraid of? She herself told you she loves you and from the stories you told me about her, I dont think she's the type of person who change her heart so easily Kook. I'm pretty sure she still loves you. She just need to know that you love her,"

Well, at least that's what Taehyung told him. And up to that moment, Jungkook had believed that it might be true. But looking at Y/N expressionless place standing in front of him right now, he isnt so sure anymore.

Y/N cross her arms in front of her chest, foot tapping anxiously.

"What are you doing here Jungkook?"

"I-uh I came to see you,"

"Why?" Her cold respond makes him even more nervous than he already is. He have met thousands of the most important people in this world, but none had make him feel this nervous, small and insecure more than this simple girl in front of him.

"To... to say I'm sorry," Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry Y/N. For everything," She kept quiet for a moment before finally nodded.

"Fine. I accept your apology," Jungkook's heart almost stop. Did she really just forgive him just like that? After everything he said and done to her? "So please, dont show your face to me ever again. I dont want to see you and remind me of the biggest mistake of my life," she added before turning away. Her words hits him like a blade, piercing his heart. Jungkook immediately reached out for her hand, halting her from proceeding back into the shop.

"No, Y/N wait. Please," he plead. "Can... can we start over? Please? I want to make it up to you. To make things right. Please Y/N," Y/N sighed and close her eyes, Jungkook can see traces of tears starts to pool at the corner of her eyes when she opened them, making his heart hurt even worse.

"Please just leave me alone Jungkook. Please,"

"No!" Jungkook is determined. He finally know what love felt like and he is not going to let it go so easily. "No. I wont stop until you give me a chance Y/N. I realized it now. I was stupid. I was scared of my own feelings, and I hurt you, just because I was afraid. Please Y/N," Y/N didnt say anything but shakes her hand loose from his hold, turning away to leave him.

"Y/N, I love you!"

His sudden confession managed to make her stop in her tracks, turning around slowly. Tears are now trailing down her cheeks.

"Dont Jungkook. Dont insult my feelings like this!"

"No Y/N," he reached forward and hold one of her hand. "I love you. I am so desperately, madly in love with you. I'm sorry I didnt realized it sooner, admit it sooner. I am so so sorry. Please Y/N. Please give me a chance," he plead, sniffling as he tries to hold back his tears.

"No," that one word broke Jungkook into pieces. "No. I cant do this. I'm sorry," was all she said before she pulled back her hand and ran away as fast as she could from him.

"I wont give up Y/N. I wont lose you. I just cant lose you," Jungkook softly whispered between his uncontainable tears, but theres nobody there to hear it.

Jungkook came to the coffee shop everyday since then. Y/N could have just ignored it, but of course, being Jeon Jungkook, he have to go the extra mile and actually bought the whole freaking coffee shop and made sure no one else is allowed to come in except him. He also made sure that Y/N work on most hours, givinf her extra pay, knowing she needed it.And he just sits there all day long, staring at her. Y/N wanted to quit, she really really want to but the money is good and she cant afford to lose a job right now.

Y/N finally had enough when the second week of just sitting at the counter and having Jungkook stares at her all day rolled by and walked up to him. Furious and frustrated

"Alright. What the hell do you want?!"

"One date. I want you to go on one date with me," Y/N ponders on his word. The request seems simple enough.

"Just one date and then you will leave me alone?" Jungkook nodded, eyes bright with hope.

"Fine. One date. And thats it,"

/////

The dreadful day of the date finally came and Y/N was awaken bright and early by her doorbell. A man dressed in a perfectly tailored suit stood outside her door, smiling.

"Uh yes?"

"Good morning Miss Y/N," he beams and hands her a huge box. "With compliments from Mr Jeon," Y/N was surprised. What is all this about. What is Jungkook doing now?

"Uh thanks... I guess?"

"I will make sure Mr Jeon receives your thanks. And he also sends this," he motioned for someone to come over and another man suddenly came into the picture, holding the most beautiful and biggest arrangment of roses she has ever seen. "500 roses, to cheer up your morning," the man smile. "Thats all Miss Y/N. May you have a great day," he bowed and left, leaving Y/N speechless.

She placed the heavy bouquet of flowers inside her living room, stunned for a moment and curiously open the first box she received. If the flowers surprised her, whats inside the box makes her jaw dropped. Inside is the most beautiful dress she has ever seen, with matching shoes and a clutch bag. She picked up the note attached on the box.

"Dear Y/N,

I tried to find something to match your beauty, but nothing could compare to you. I hope this dress would suffice. Please wear it for our date tonight.

Love, JJK

Y/N smile a little at the cheesiness of the note and picked up the dress. It was beautiful, no doubt, but is it enough to make her forgive Jeon Jungkook?

/////

Jungkook arrived exactly on time that night. Impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that makes him look extremely mouth watering. Not that Y/N would ever tell him that. He smile as he take her hand and lead her inside the limousine. Yes, he came with a freaking limousine.

"You look beautiful Y/N," he beams and Y/N just gave him a small smile back. Jungkook tried to gave her the perfect date. Flowers, champagne, chocolates, candle light dinner at a 6 star restaurant where he had closed down for the night just for them. He even took her on a carriage ride to the deck, where he lead her up to his private yatch, and watch a huge firework show that he planned just for her. Everything was perfect, beautiful, just like in the movies, but everything seems so wrong. Is Jungkook really not the man she thought he is?

"Y/N? Are you not enjoying the date?" Jungkook asks, realizing her silence, brows furrowed with worry as they sit in the limo after coming down from the yatch. "Is there anything else I can do? Do you want a trip to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower? Or a romantic night in Venice? I could call my private jet and we could go right now. Tell me Y/N. I will give you anything you want. Please,"

"Just stop Jungkook. This isnt working. You are not the man I thought you are. The man that I fall in love with..."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Jungkook kneels down and hold her hands. "Show me Y/N. Show me how to be that man," Y/N ponders for a moment and a smile finally graced her lips.

"Stop the car," she said and took Jungkook's hands, leading him out.

"Where are we going?"

"I am going to show you the part of you that I fell in love with. The real you,"

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh my god. Yes! And can we please get another one of those cotton candy?" Y/N laughs at his request and nodded.

"Of course,"

Y/N had taken him, the most sought after billionaire in the world to a carnival slash arcade at the countryside. At first confuse, Jungkook is now enjoying every little thing there is to do at the place, laughing like little children as they tried each and every game. Exhausted after a whole night of laughing, they are now currenly sitting at a lake side, sitting on a grass eating take outs from McDonalds.

"I brought you to a 6 star restaurant and you barely touch your food, but you finished two burgers from McDonalds?" Jungkook glares at her.

"What can I say? I'm just a simple girl who enjoys simple things. Not firework watching on a private yatch and a Michellin star 6 course dinner Jungkook,"

Jungkook's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Y/N. For tonight," he sighed. "For everything..."

"Its okay," Y/N raised her head to look at him. "I just want you to see that you are so much more than your money. That I enjoyed our time together the best when we are doing things like this. Not everything is about your money Jungkook. And not everyone is all aboit your money too. You have so much quality to offer that makes you a great person. Qualities that make me fall in love with you," she averted her eyes. "I know that night... when you said those things to me... that wasnt you. The real you is the man whose eyes lights up when he talks to me about his dreams to become a musician, when he talks about his love for Iron Man," she chuckled, "That man... he is the real Jeon Jungkook. So... I forgive you Jungkook. For real,"

Jungkook's eyes brighten at her words, his bunny smile showing.

"But I also know that girls like me is not someone like you will look for and I'm okay with that. So Jungkook, thank you for tonight. Thank you for giving me one last chance to spend my time with the real you," she smile and was about to stand up and leave but Jungkook pulls her back down, his hand grasping hers tight.

"This is what I'm talking about Y/N. This is what makes it so difficult,"

"What do you mean?" Y/N looks at him confused.

"You were right. Girls like you are not suitable for me," Y/N nodded softly, eyes turning sad, but Jungkook cupped her chin and make her look straight into his eyes."Girls like you dont see me as just a meal ticket, a piece of meat. Girls like you take your time to see who I really am, to see the real me underneath all these cold and expensive masks I tried so hard to put on. Girls like you get to know me the way I dont even know myself. Girls like you... makes me realized there are people who actually cared about me. For the real me. Girls like you makes me smile during times I dont remember how to. Girls like you makes me forget the troubles that I have just by being next to me. Girls like you makes my heart beats faster just from the way they look at me. Girls like you makes me want to hurt everyone who ever make them cry. Girls like you makes me want to protect them, to care for them, to be there for them. Girls like you... makes me fall in love," Y/N was shocked. Is Jeon Jungkook trying to say he has fallen in love? It cant be real. It just cant.

"But..." his eyes dropped low, sadness shone in them although his hand never leaving hers. "Girls like you are sweet. They are pure and innocent. Girls like you are not meant to be in my world. My dirty, broken, damaged, world. Girls like you... guys like me... we dont deserve them. But Y/N," he lifted his head up and looks back into her eyes. "I'm a selfish man, I want something that I know I dont deserve and I am willing to give up everything for it," he peered into her already teary eyes.

"Is it okay Y/N? Is it okay for me to love a girl like you? To love... you?"

"J-Jungkook..." Her tears are already falling down her face with no intention to stop. Never had she imagined that he would say those words to her. Love. Jeon Jungkook loves her.

"Y/N?"

"Yes. Yes Jungkook," she smile between her tears, making Jungkook's heart beats like crazy at how beautiful she looks.

"I love you so much L/N Y/N. So so much. Thank you for loving me and showing me what love really is," he cupped her face softly and slowly leaned in to give the softest kiss she has ever received, filled with longing, hope and most of all, love.

Never in a million years would she have thought that a simple ordinary girl like her can make the Jeon Jungkook fall in love. But it turns out, girls like her is exactly what a boy like him needed.

[dat-town]

love you like a love song baby

Characters: Jungkook & you

Setting: best friends to lovers

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Just two emo kids growing up together and getting together over a failed sponge cake.

You have imagined it, confessing, countless times.

Cheesy like in romance movies and rushed because you're nervous. You even practiced what you would say. How you would reassure him that, of course, he isn't obligated to return your feelings and he doesn't even have to reply because you just had to get this off your chest.

This feeling that's sometimes too big for your body. It's overwhelming how much he can make you feel. When you have a bad day, sometimes it's enough to hear him talk about some video game or a new editing technique he learnt for his youtube channel. Or when he enthusiastically tells you about meeting that cute labrador by the park on his way home and you can't help but imagine getting a dog together. Or the way he makes your heart jump, your blood sing and your head swim when he envelops you in his big hugs, when he smiles down at you like he means it, when he jokingly lift you up as an exercise and when he oh so casually sings mainstream love songs around you.

But the thing about this growing, pulsing, very much alive feeling in you is that it doesn't only make you happy and excited. It has an ugly part with teeth biting and claws crawling. It's the jealousy and self-doubt whenever you see him around other girls, prettier ones and you see him flash them shy, bunny smiles. It's disappointment when he skips one of your regular movie nights to hang out with the boys or because he's too tired or would rather do his homework. It's the loneliness you feel even beside him in those vulnerable moments because you know he'll never feel that way. And the worst is that you know you can't blame him for these unwanted feelings or the tears nobody has seen you shed late at night because it's all you. It's your fault for developing a crush on your best friend and he doesn't even know.

It's better this way, you tell yourself but you can't help but wonder: what if it isn't?

You and Jungkook became friends at the naive, fragile age of fourteen, in middle school, a questionable phase for both of you but let's admit: listening to depressive music together is one hell of a bonding. It's been history ever since because with him, it's always like puzzle pieces falling back into their places. You went to high school together and Jungkook even joined the art class you wanted to take but was too shy back then to go alone and you were always there to cheer for him at the track and field competitions. When you were both admitted to Seoul universities - you for interior design and him for movie directing -, it went without saying to rent a place together. It felt perfect because what could go wrong? you asked yourself and you didn't know that the answer was everything until Yein.

Before Jungkook had his fair share of crushes he always talked about but never acted on his feelings. So when the pretty girl in his photography class came around it was all new. Suddenly it wasn't just the two of you and you got a first hand experience of what your best friend could feel during your brief relationship with Yugyeom in the junior year of high school. You told yourself that it wasn't jealousy, you just missed your best friend and for real, you liked Yein. She was quiet and smart and she was good for Jungkook and yet, you couldn't be entirely happy for them. After months of denying, struggling alone and fighting it, you finally admitted to yourself why: you were in love with Jungkook. (You still are.) And suddenly, everything made sense. From then on every comment on how cute you look together and every correction that you are just best friends hurt too much.

Jungkook and Yein lasted for about six months. Jungkook refused to tell you why exactly they broke up and said it just didn't work out and let him be. Ironically, a year later you met Yein at a yoga class downtown and ended up sitting down for a coffee to catch up. It wasn't you who brought up Jungkook, she asked about him and told you:

"He couldn't give me his heart, he was keeping that safe for somebody else.”

You have thought it was an odd reason to broke up over in university but didn't tell her. You still chat sometimes when meet in an afternoon yoga session but don't talk about Jungkook anymore.

So things between you and Jungkook shouldn't have changed but they did, inevitably because now you catch yourself staring more than you should as his best friend, especially when the boy has the nerve to walk around the flat shirtless. Or when he clings to you during movies, resting his head in your lap while analyzing every damned thing happening on screen and you absentmindedly play with his hair, combing it with your fingers, your heart shouldn't flutter so much at the content little noises he makes. Or when he asks for your opinion about his latest video and starts explaining all the aspect you'd never understand anyway, the urge shouldn't be so strong to just tell him: gosh, I'm so in love with you.

So yeah, you have thought about it million and million times, counting pros and cons but always ended up too afraid to ruin your friendship. It doesn't stop you though from pouring the amount of your heart's content into the bowl before you after double checking in the recipe how much sugar you need for the cake.

“Shit,” you stare at the kitchen scale in horror and end up scooping half of the sweetener back.

Jungkook seemed a bit down in the morning, probably still fussing over that job interview from last week that didn't go well, and exclaimed that he was going out for a run even in the rainy Saturday weather. He was out of the door before you could tell him to put on a jacket at least. So that's it, that's why you decided to brighten up his mood and make him a homemade cake even though you are a complete disaster in the kitchen if it's anything else but instant noodles. Nobody deserves to be sad on their birthday and especially not Jungkook if you can do anything about it.

But of course nothing works out as it should, you're out of coconut powder, so you change the recipe in the middle of the making. You also accidently put too much cream between the layers of the too thin sponge cake and it kind of falls apart. At least it doesn't taste horrible but it definitely looks like something a six years old would make. Maybe if you didn't listen and dance to the old greatest hits on the radio while baking, you could actually be decent in the cooking department, but nah, what's the point then?

"OhmygOSH! When did you get back?” you cry out in surprise when in-between a dramatic turn to a Disney era Selena Gomez song you notice Jungkook watching you from the living room with strong arms folded in front of his chest and an amused smile on his face. How dares he look at you like that after almost giving you a heart attack?

"Not that long,” he shrugs, something still tugging the corners of his mouth upwards and drops of water from his hair leave wet spots all over the floor and well, everywhere.The neon coloured running shirt he wears is a tight fit on his body, sticking to him like second skin because of the rain and sweat. He looks like he stepped out of a sportswear commercial.

“You have flour on your face,” he points out, nose scrunching, laughing. You love the sound of that too much to mind that he's making fun of you. Too enamoured, you cannot even stop him when with two long strides he steps in front of you and gently wipes off the ingredient with his thumb. Your cheek tingles where he touched you and it takes you a moment to collect your thoughts with him looking down at you like that.

“And you stink, not to mention you are drenched. Go shower and change,” you put your hands on your waist trying to sound and act like you're in charge in the situation. Your messy emotions protest.

“Yes, m'lady,” Jungkook salutes jokingly and you take a deep breath when he leaves.

When he comes back freshly washed in sweatpants and the kind of big white shirt you like to steal to sleep in, he ends up helping you making the frosting on his own birthday cake.You work together so well, methodically and it's so sweetly domestic that those greedy feelings come back again. But it's his day, you won't ruin it, because you don't want to see anything but smiles on his face today.

You order pizza for lunch and eat half the cake before it even arrives. And when it does, Jungkook is already whining with his best aegyo about wanting to get his present. You have been hinting about it for weeks, that you have the perfect gift and can't wait to give it to him. So  how could you say no when he asks so cutely?

You watch him with knots in your stomach as he neatly takes off the wrapper of the box and opens it up. Inside of it, there's a vintage polaroid camera he has been talking about for months. Jungkook stares at the device like he doesn't quite believe his eyes and then up at you in awe.

“I love you,” he blurts out eyes shining from excitement, tears brimming in the corners and a huge grin plastered on his face. Your heart does that thing again and you feel the heat of a blush on your face.

“I love you too,” you mumble and hug him tighter when he pulls you into his arms.

You have been friends for far too long, of course, you have said these three little words before but you started to think that it means very different for you. But pulling back Jungkook looks at you half-conflicted, half-determined and his tongue stumbles over the next words.

“No I… I love love you. I think a part of me always did.”

You can't help the light sob escaping you, curling your fingers into the boy's shirt.

“Really?” the hopeful question falls from your lips and for a moment you think you're dreaming because it can't be happening. But then Jungkook lunges forward, takes your face into his hands and presses his sugar-coated lips to yours.

“Really,” he whispers into the small space between you.

Looking at his happy face and listening to the drums of that rapidly beating heart of yours, the realization hits you hard of how utterly stupid you were because instead of imagining confessing, you should have just done it.

[toneelspeler]

all senses awake.  (x)

It begins with laughter – a clear, loud chuckle; a response to an over-eager joke. You had zoned out for a conversation that, once again, wasn’t something you could partake in. And even within the cafeteria, filled with eating students and an overabundance of loud conversations, you still hear it.

When you find a video with him, you keep watching it, rewinding to moments your face can’t help to react to – you smile, you chuckle, your face begins to hurt just a little because you can’t keep it from happening to you unconsciously. The sound is stunning, beautiful; a joy to hear.

Later, you’d say to him that the cafeteria was the moment you knew – that this was a moment that would change things. That his laughter, his smile, was the first of many things of him you fell in love with. You keep reminding him too, via words or by making him laugh, and you feel victorious every time you manage to get the same chuckle that you heard that very first day.

There are other things you love to hear – mostly, his voice. His deep, low voice, made to tell stories and the thoughts within his mind. It squeaks a little when he’s teasing; it’s sexy, even if he doesn’t mean it to be; it’s a little husky when he’s finding it difficult to speak; it’s soft and slow and it calms you down when you’re aggravated by a rude passerby.

Hearing him was the start.

--

After that first moment, you can’t help but look. And it happens quickly; if you’re caught staring you’re not quite sure what his reaction will be. You’re not sure, but you swear that you saw a little smile on the face of this person, this attractive guy – and you’ve never felt an instant attraction to someone before.

It slowly turns into a weird mouse and cat game, with each of you trying to catch the other’s eye but when you do, you quickly try to escape – to make it seem like you’re not staring at all. You often fail. It’s not until that faithful afternoon, sitting in his windowsill, that it all stops for a while and you realise that he is allowing you to watch him and he doesn’t mind it. When he looks at you, there’s a spark in his eyes and you can feel it, this is not just in your head.

The next party you keep trying to look away, but it’s all in vain – you stare at him as he kisses someone else, imagining yourself to be kissing him. Then his eyes open and you lose yourself a little. You close your eyes, but his image is burned into your memory.

And every moment you grow closer to him, you feel more and more okay with looking at him, and him looking at you. Him framing your face with his finger, stroking your eyebrow and feeling your smile on your lips – you and him losing yourselves in each other’s gaze.

It’s followed by seeing him.

--

At a certain moment, there’s not a place that you haven’t touched on his body – you’re familiar with the grooves in his smiling eyes, his soft hair after showering and losing its product, his broad shoulders on which your stretched arm fits perfectly. But there’s a touch between the two of you, a small brush of noses – a bunny kiss as he calls it – that you prefer to all the rest.

It’s a sign of okay? A sign of yes I am. It reminds you and him of better times in moments of great difficulty – it lets you go back to basic, back to who you are to him, and what he means to you.

It has many incarnations, with brushing your noses next to each other, up and down; brushing it against his unmoving one to relax him into your bed; him giving your nose a small bump to make you smile again.

You started it all that first time you were in his arms.

After you see him, you touch him.

--

Cooking has never been your strong point, but fate decided to give you your very own cooking prince; a boy whose favourite days begin with feeding his boyfriend a big breakfast, sprouting off all the reasons why you shouldn’t skip that very first one of the day. You used to do that a lot.

And you’ve tried, you did, but it’s just not going to work for you; you’re too impatient to care about it too much.

You ask him once if he minds that you don’t do the cooking, and he tells you no, how else can I get you to love me? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! You laugh, but he’s not wrong. The care he puts into creating breakfasts, lunches and dinners – even making difficult Moroccan dinners he’s not used to make on his own, just to have a small date at home with the two of you – makes you feel cared for, and you love him even more, and you thank him every time he does so.

There’s a certain taste in his love for you.

--

You always felt that smelling someone’s clothing was a bit creepy whenever you saw it in films, but now that you’re here, with a boy in your bed and your nose in the nape of his neck as he’s sleeping - you can’t help but feel a little intoxicated. You don’t sleep on that pillow for days after, hoping to preserve that particular scent of his.

And you know that there are scientific reasons for this, for wanting to borrow every hoodie that he owns to put on your body – to pull the sleeve of his shirt over your hand and smell it a little when he’s been staying over at his parents’ for the night and feeling a little comforted. So it’s not creepy, not at all, and when you rewatch Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince with him, you tell him that your love potion would smell like his shampoo, he tells you that it would be the scent of the hairs at your temple for him.

Because for all intents and purposes, he is the one who steals your clothes more often than the other way around. Which makes it easier for you, really, because you just wear your own clothes after. It’s also your bed he’s been obsessed with since the very beginning, telling you that he likes your bed more than he likes his own. You like it more when he’s in it.

So when you move in together, there’s no discussion, and no more difficulty. You wear his cute maroon beanie, and he wears his favourite grey hoodie of yours, and you sleep together in the bed that started it all.

It’s become an amalgamation of smells, of you and him. It smells like love.

--

After you heard him in the cafeteria. After you saw him looking back. After you brushed your nose against his. After he made you taste his breakfast made for you. After he was in your bed for the first time.

You never had the chance to not fall in love with him.