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iamtaekooked · 5 years

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↳PART 2 | PART 1

➾ AU: Enemies to Lovers! + football player!Jeongguk and Journalist!Reader

➾Pairing: Jeongguk x female reader

➾Genre: Fluff, some angst, some soft smut

➾Rating: 18+

➾Word count Part 2: 17.0k (bringing out combined total to a whopping 34.3k)

➾Warnings {part 2}: drinking, soft smut (making out, nothing detailed or explicit), swearing.

↳Summary:

Jeon Jeongguk is your nemesis whom you carry a strong dislike for. A dislike that borders on hate. He’s cocky, arrogant, narcissistic and loves to think everything revolves around him. When he gets elected as the captain of the football team, you are forced to write a profile on him for the college magazine as is the tradition every time a new captain is selected. But as you follow him around, you come to realize he might not be as bad as you think. Maybe he’s even a little tolerable– and cute. How will you deal with several realizations that dawn on you during the course of your interviews?

A special thank you to @kuzimuzibts @meandyou0901 @ughkive for supporting me through this fic. Without your support and words of encouragement, I couldn’t have done this ❤️ So thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you guys!

M.List

Jimin being the good friend he is, decided to host a small get together at his house. Of course, you are invited and so are 15 other people. Jimin has always been a caring soul, someone who can’t see the people he loves in distress. So when he gets wind that Jeongguk is stressed out he decides to invite everyone Jeongguk is friends with to throw a surprise “party”.

The responsibility of bringing Jeongguk over to his house falls to you because you are apparently his “girlfriend”. Or at least that is how everyone starts referring to you once the picture of you and Jeongguk outside the bus stop with his arms wrapped around your waist circulates on social media. You are sure it was one of the girls who squealed when they saw him walking by.

At first you try your hardest to diffuse the rumors because you are not his girlfriend, but when the whole world around you seems to be pressing it on you, insisting that you are-- you give up and let them have it. It’s not hurting you in any way so who cares?

But Jeongguk on the other hand loves it. He loves it more than football itself, which is a miracle. Everytime someone calls you his girlfriend in front of him, a wide grin appears on his face— the one where his eyes disappear into moon shaped crescents and his pearly whites are on full display— it also happens to be the one that always brings a smile to your face too. If it were up to him he would change your name to ‘girlfriend’, that way he would get to call you that all the time.

So naturally when you go to find him in the gym, all his teammates offer you polite smiles, and nods. Even Jaehyun offers a soft ‘hi’ in greeting.

“Captain!” one of them yells. “Your girlfriend is here” his voice echoes through the almost empty place.

You open your mouth to tell him to stop calling you that but it wouldn’t accomplish anything. They won’t stop.Up until now, no matter how many times you have corrected people, they have just ignored you and continued to refer to you as “Jeongguk’s girlfriend”.

“Cap!” Jaehyun yells this time craning his neck to where Jeongguk is in a corner of the gym lifting weights. “Your girl is here!”

Jeongguk upon hearing that stops bench pressing and jogs over to you with a sweaty figure and heavy breaths.As soon as his eyes find you his lips curve into a smile. “Hey girlfriend” he greets you and lays a soft kiss on your cheeks before wrapping his arms around you.

“I told you not to call me that” you mumble against his shoulder softly— very gently pulling yourself away from his embrace. Somehow you’ve gotten close enough to allow him to hug you and to allow yourself to not go into a state of utter panic. Ever since he told you he likes you there has been a slight shift in your dynamic-- he’s more touchy and you don’t mind it. Sometimes you even let yourself enjoy it because the feeling of his arms around you makes you feel secure-- like there is nothing in the world that could touch you when he’s with you.

Jeon Jeongguk is the kind of man who just by his mere presence has the ability to make someone next to him look-- but most importantly feel like a billion bucks. That is exactly how you feel when he’s with you because like a magnet he ends up drawing all attention on himself and by default on you.

Sometimes you catch yourself smiling when you’re with him and people are pointing at you both and whispering their envy to each other. It makes you feel a surge of emotions which you can’t define but at the bottom of it all it just feels good.

“What else would I call you?” he pouts.

“Oh, I don’t know? My name maybe? The one I’ve had since birth?” you shake your head. “Anyway, I just came because we need some stuff for the interview. I have a few questions”

He quirks an eyebrow and rubs his hands together. “Oooh. But ‘girlfriend’ sounds a million times better. I am just going to call you that”

You rub your forehead in exasperation. “Should we go somewhere more… suitable. I need to ask you a few questions” you ask straight-faced.

He nods. You notice all his teammates sharing a look and roll your eyes because you know what they are thinking-- sex. That’s all they can ever think of. You ignore them as they pat Jeongguk on the shoulder, or give him words of encouragement like “get it” or high five him. You exit the gym first, not in the mood for their stupidity.

Jeongguk catches up to you and falls into step next to you. “Why do you always leave me behind?”

“Because I don’t like your teammates” you deadpan.

“But you like me?” he asks with a hopeful tone before busting out that stupid smile of his.

“Jeongguk” you say warningly.

“Ok sorry. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me how much you love me” he winks with a cheeky grin.

“Oh my god” you facepalm.

You hear him snicker and shoot him a dirty look. “Anyway” you try to direct the conversation to serious matters as you take out your recorder one more time as per usual.

“So, you’re back to working on my profile?”

“Unfortunately for me, yes” you say with a small chuckle. “I am not going to let my best friend get dragged into shit by the sports department because of you Jeon”

“Ouch!” he feigns hurt by placing a hand on his chest. “I thought you cared for me” he matches your pace despite being several inches taller than you— which is kind of sweet. But that’s not the point.

“Oh I am sorry” you draw out each word to make sure he didn’t miss the sarcasm in your voice. “Did I make it seem like I did?”

“You’re definitely going to die sad and alone” he muses with a teasing smile.

“I don’t mind that. Now if you’re done, can I continue?”

Go ahead” he offers a soft, gentle smile which makes a pang nervousness rise in your chest.

“So, what does football mean to you?”

“Everything” he doesn’t even hesitate for a single second before answering.

“Care to elaborate?”

“I told you how football is literally the only thing that provides my life with meaning-- exception being you” he glances at you with a small teasing smirk before throwing his hands in the air when he notices you opening your mouth. “I digress. But yes. Playing football is the one thing that gives direction and focus to my life. Without it I would be lost”

You nod deep in thought. “So then, what would you do if you didn’t make it into the football team?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I’d probably still be in the Eastside struggling with trying to find something that allowed me to focus my energy in productive ways”

“So would you say that football is the reason you wake up every morning?” you look up at him, noticing the glint in his eye and the tiny smile spread across his lips.

He nods. “And you” he adds quickly before looking away with a playful grin he thinks you can’t see.

You slap him gently on the arm. “Jeongguk!”

“I’ll stop” he holds hands up in surrender as he turns to look at you.

You both continue walking, turning left here, turning right there.

“Describe in word one word then how you feel when you play football”

“Euphoria” again it doesn’t take him even a second to answer. It’s like he’s been waiting for someone to ask him-- that’s how quickly he answered.

You look at him in question at which point he begins to elaborate without you having to prompt him.

“It’s like a rush. Whenever I am out in the field I am zoomed in, super focused. It’s like tunnel vision. All I see is the ball, and that touchdown line at the end of the field. That’s all I think about when I play. All the hits, all the pushing and shoving kind of pumps me up because it feels like these are the obstacles I have to overcome to get that ball to the endline and score the point. It’s like a metaphor for life, if you know what I mean”

You nod slowly as you comprehend his words. “Wow”

He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “Always with the look of surprise”

“I am trying to adjust” you snap.

“Anything else you want to know?”

“I think this is good for now” you stop the recording and pocket the tiny thing. “Also, be ready by 5 tonight. We’re going somewhere”

“Wow, so specific” the sarcasm in his voice doesn’t go amiss.

“Yeah Yeah” you wave him off. “Just be ready by 5pm” you turn but he clasps a hand around your wrist and spins you around to make you face him.

“No. You be ready by 5. You’re crazy if you think I won’t come to pick you up”

“You don’t have to” you feel slightly guilty because one you know he has to drive a long way out to come to your place and second it’s a surprise for him so you should be the one picking him up.

“I want to” he slightly squeezes your wrist.

You regard him noticing how he looks so determined. “Fine”

“Where are we going? Is it a date?!” his eyes widen with a grin.

“No!” your nose scrunches. “It’s not a date Jeon”

“Oh” his lower lip juts out slightly, voice completely deflated.

You are so not whipped for him— that you can’t even see him pouting without feeling bad for him. For a moment you can’t react because his face loses its brightness. But then a sense of urgency builds. You bite your lip in an effort to stop yourself from speaking. But then the more he sulks, the worse it gets.

“Fine! It’s a date” you sigh and lower your gaze to avoid looking at him. But you are sure he’s beaming.

“Yes!” you hear him.

Then you turn around and run from there because you aren’t sure your heart can take it.

> > > > > >

The evening arrives with a flurry of text messages from Jeongguk.

Jeon Jerkguk- I just left the house. I’ll be there in 40-ish minutes depending on traffic. - 4:30 pm Jeon Jerkguk- You know how to get there right? - 4:31 pm Jeon Jerkguk- Of course you do. You’re the smartest person I know 😊- 4:32 pm Jeon Jerkguk- Dress warmly, it's kind of cold out- 4:34 pm Jeon Jerkguk- Don't forget your jacket please Jeon Jerkguk- See you soon girlfriend 😍

You bang your head against the vanity. “No” you groan.

When he acts like this, it makes you speechless. Your chest feels fluttery, waves of chills pass through your skin, your stomach twists in knots, your breath hitches in your throat and warmth envelopes you. Like a normal person, instead of feeling happy you end up feeling stressed because you don’t know how to deal with it. He makes you nervous in a way no one does. There are times when you can’t even look at him because your nerves get the best of you.

It’s mostly because of the way he looks at you with a soft, loving look in his eyes. He doesn’t look at anyone else like that, but when he’s with you-- when he thinks you’re not looking-- you see it in the way the corners of his eyes crinkle very subtly as his lips curve up into a tiny little smile that vanishes when you do look at him. You’ve never seen him act like that before and the fact that it’s because of you makes it hard to deal with.

It’s because he does things for you that he doesn’t do for anyone else--

Like the one time he saw you sitting with a frown on your face in the middle of the lecture and he leaned in towards you.

“What’s wrong?” he had asked

“Nothing” you shook your head at him

“Liar” he whispered as he reached across and placed an index finger on the middle of your forehead. “Then what’s this?” he referred to the frown you were wearing.

You sighed and he pulled his hand away.. “Hoseok has been pestering me to give him the first draft for the profile but I haven’t written anything yet” you mumbled dropping your head between your arms on the table.

“Do you want me to kick his ass?” he had whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What?” your head shot up as you looked at him. “No”

“Fine. But you’ll tell me if someone really bothers you?” sincerity reflected in his eyes.

“Jeon. Shut up” you had shaken your head at him and he had snickered in response.

Or when he had saved you from getting hurt

You had been so immersed in giving him a mini lecture about what normal people do when they bump into someone when a cart full of boxes had rolled into your path.

“Y/n!” he yelled and pulled you to the side towards him. “Are you okay?” he had asked in a soft voice which made you lose your train of thoughts.

You simply nodded at him and continued walking.

Or the one time he lent you his umbrella

You were leaving the campus because your classes were over for the day. You cut through the football field because it was the shortest way. But what you didn’t know was that the football team was practicing at the time.

Your mind was so preoccupied with the stress of all the assignments that you didn’t realize Jeongguk was calling out your name. So you continued walking. When you were almost out of the bounds of college, rain started to fall. It pulled you out of your trance and you groaned upon realizing you did not have your umbrella.

You pulled up the hoodie over your head which was starting to get soaked as you felt rain droplets falling on your head. Then suddenly you felt a shadow loom over you and looking back you had found Jeongguk was holding an umbrella over your head.

“You’ll get sick” he said.

“Where did you come from?” you gaped at him.

“Practice” he motioned towards the field and then you saw all the players you had previously missed.

“Why are you here? Go practice. You’ll get in shit” you started walking again when he tugged your wrist to make you stop.

“One, I am the captain so I won’t get in shit. Two, take this or you’ll get wet and then you’ll get sick”

“You care why?” you narrowed your eyes in question.

“Because I just do. Now stop being a stubborn little idiot and take it” he thrusted the umbrella into your hand and jogged away towards the field covering his head with his hands.

A knock sounds on your bedroom door which goes by unnoticed because you are still thinking about Jeongguk.

“Thinking about me?”

Your heart leaps, as you hear a voice behind you but upon turning back you are met with Jeongguk who is offering you his usual grin.

“Holy shit Jeon, you scared me” you exhale loudly as finally the breath that had gotten stuck in your throat passes through.

“I see you’re not ready” he’s leaning against the doorframe, wearing a black denim jacket, his timberlands and a white shirt with black jeans with his hair— that damn long hair or his tied back in a bun at the top of his head. He looks—- nope. You shake your head and turn towards the vanity. He looks whatever— not even a little bit good.

“Wait” your brows furrow in realization as you turn to face him. “How did you get in?”

“Next time don’t leave the front door open” he steps inside the room and flops onto your bed. He lies on his side, propping an elbow up and resting his cheek in the palm of his hand “It could have been a thief, or a serial killer in my stead”

You roll your eyes. “Somehow you’re worse than both of those”

You hear him chuckle and shoot him an unimpressed look. “Why are you in my room?”

“Geez, way to thank me”

“Thank you for what?”

“You know that one time I saved you from that drunk asshole at the restaurant, and now for picking you up” his lips purse into a thin line.

Oh yes. You still haven’t thanked him for it.

“Thanks” you mumble.

“Not good enough” he shakes his head as he straightens up.

“What do you want?” you sigh.

“I want to make up for that one time when you kissed me and I ran out like an asshole” he scoots to the edge of the bed and pulls the chair you are sitting on closer to himself.

“What?” you gawk as you are being dragged towards him.

“Well, you see, I got scared. I didn’t know how to react so I ran off. Not my best moment, but can you blame me?” he leans towards you as he places his hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of you.

You cannot believe he’s bringing it up. That moment is easily one of the worst moments of your life. Maybe it’s even at the top of your list because of how embarrassing it was. Before that moment, you cannot recall another one as mortifying. It’s a memory you want to forget because it still brings about deep feelings of humiliation.

You gulp and look away as your eyes dart across the floor, matching the state of your mind which runs rampant with hundreds of thoughts. You play with your fingers, avoiding his gaze as it rests on you.

Then he leans in, until his lips are close to yours. Your eyes flutter close of their own accord and your breathing picks up pace. “Jeon-”

“Shh” he says, placing a finger on your lips.

You wait for it-- that familiar feeling of euphoria which results from his lips pressing onto yours. You wait for your heartbeat to quicken more than it already is because of his touch. You wait for your skin to feel like it’s on fire and for your cheeks to feel like they’ll melt from the heat.

But it doesn’t come. Instead what you do feel is his lips pressing softly against your nose. “I won’t kiss you without your permission. Ever”

Your eyes open and you see Jeongguk has resumed his relaxed position as he’s leaning on his elbows once again and offering you a gentle smile. You blink profusely trying to comprehend what happened because this is highly uncharacteristic of Jeongguk. You dwell on it for a few seconds as you keep your focus on him.

On second thought, it’s not uncharacteristic of him. It’s just that you always assumed he wouldn’t ever say something like that.

Maybe you don’t need to teach him how to love you, maybe you need to teach yourself how to love him.

>>>>>>>>

Arriving at Jimin’s house, you find yourself on the receiving end of a puzzled look from Jeongguk. “Isn’t this Jimin’s house?”

You nod. “Put this on” you hand him a blindfold.

“I didn’t know you were kinky like that” he takes the black silk cloth from your hand.

“Remember how I told you, you only have one redeeming quality? You’re losing points here buddy” you remind him.

“Never thought I was gaining any in the first place” he shrugs.

“That’s what you think” you say his own line to him which makes him chuckle.

“So, I did gain points? When? For what?” he eyes you with anticipation.

“You think I’ll tell you? I don’t want to make things worse for myself” you offer a small smile, which you try to suppress.

“Oh come on!” he pouts.

“Again with the pouting” you shake your head at him, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from smiling too much.

“Because I know it works on you” he sticks his tongue out cheekily with a grin.

“What!?”

“I’ve seen it in your eyes. Everytime I pout. You always give in”

“You suck” your lower lip juts out in a pout this time.

“That’s why you like me don’t you?” the already present grin on his face spreads even wider.

You quirk your head to the side to look out of the window. “I don’t like you”

“Then why can't you look at me and say it?” his voice drops a touch, making your cheeks warm up.

“Shut up” you bite back as you glare at him-- although not with the usual contempt.

He starts chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh y/n” he breathes.

“What?”

“You’re cute” he turns to you with a smile.

“You’re crazy” you open the door from your side and get out of the car.

> > > > > > >

For a football player Jeongguk sure does have shitty balance. But then again you have to give him benefit of the doubt because he is blindfolded. As you help him up the steps you can’t help but admire how he looks-- hair up in a bun once again, as tiny strands fall on either side of his face. Everything about him is unlike a football player except for the bomber jacket he is wearing. It’s like the trademark of college football and it screams “captain”.

“Y/n, will you catch me if I fall?” he muses, following you quietly as you hold his hand and lead him. You hadn’t wanted to, but then he took it upon himself to hold your hand because-

“It’s good practice. I am going to be doing this a lot. So why not get some practice in?” he jokes earning himself a hard slap on the arm. “Ow!” he whines. “What the fuck girlfriend?”

“I swear Jeon, you call me that one more time I will kill you” you say in a firm even voice.

“Anyway” he waves you off quickly. “Will you catch me if I fall?” he muses

“Do I look like I can catch you? You are two times taller than I am” you shake your head at his idiocy.

“Shh” he places a finger on his lips. “Don’t let the feminists hear you” he chuckles, making you snort.

“Did you just laugh at my joke?’ he asks, stepping over the final step of the stairs with your help.

“You’re hallucinating” you deadpan.

You walk towards the front door hand in hand, Jeongguk’s eyes still blindfolded. knock on the door and don’t even have to wait before Jimin is opening the door while flashing his positively bright smile at you. “You came!” he wraps you in a hug and notices yours and Jeongguk’s hands laced together tightly. “Did you finally agree to be his girlfriend?” he whispers

“No you dumbass. He’s blindfolded so I was helping him. Do you want the captain of the football team to break his leg or something?” you frown at him in disbelief. He could be super naive sometimes— or maybe you can be super blind.

“Too bad” he shrugs. “You guys are cute together” he whispers before ushering you and Jeongguk in.

The moment you enter inside, you separate yourself from Jeongguk for much needed space. You find yourself heading towards the tiny bar counter near the kitchen, upon which are laid various types of alcohol-- just what you need, because if you are to survive this party with Jeongguk you need to be slightly buzzed.

Behind you, commotion begins which draws your attention as you turn around.Jeongguk greets his teammates with a wide grin on his face, and then his eyes catch yours and you almost gasp because of the surprise and quickly avert your gaze.

For some reason which you cannot fathom, you look up again to find him hugging one of his teammates but his gaze is directed at you, as he smiles. He lets go of his teammate and for a brief second interacts with him before his eyes flicker back to you.

You need to look away, you should look away but you don’t. Instead, you make eye contact and it lasts for a good four seconds before you realize you really should not be doing that.

Once it gets too overwhelming— the feelings and sensations— you turn towards the alcohol and pour yourself a glass. You chug it before pouring another and then turning around to face the living room where Jeongguk is. He is high fiving and hugging and greeting people and you wonder if it gets exhausting as you sip your drink. You notice the smile on his face for one brief moment, which makes your mouth split into a grin. But then you realize what you’re doing and zip your mouth into a line, schooling your expression into one of boredom.

You look to the other side of the living room and find a young couple busy amongst themselves, detached from the rest of their surroundings. They’re playing with each other’s fingers and they’re talking and laughing, oblivious to everything. You observe them and somehow the image of them translates into one of you and Jeongguk for a brief second. You almost drop the glass in your hand, eyes widening in horror.

Jeongguk quietly slides next to you. “What’s got you that way?”

“Jesus!” you jump. “Can you stop creeping up on me like that?”

“Sorry, love”. The nickname he has for you flows past his lips so naturally and effortlessly. Surprisingly enough you never cared much for it but somehow at this moment, you realize how easily he addresses you like that. It’s a term of endearment not everyone uses. Yet he does, and when it happens you manage to block it out. But right now you hear it loud and clear. You glance at the cup in your hand and attribute your sudden attention to detail to the alcohol. “What were you thinking?” he gazes at you.

“Nothing” you shake your head, eyes flickering to the couple.

Jeongguk glances between you and them breaking out into a grin. “Do you want that?” he questions with a quiet gentleness to his voice which once again manages to catch you off guard.

On the one hand, his softer side makes you want to hug him, while on the other his usual self makes you want to hit him for acting like an idiot. There is no middle ground between the two.

“I am drinking and you’re the one acting drunk” you state with a scoff

“Oh, love” he sighs, and there it is again— that awareness of how easily he calls you ‘love’.

“Why do you call me that?” you question, supplying a sincere look that you hope conveys your curiosity.

“Because you remind me of love and how it’s supposed to be warm, selfless, giving, radiant and innocent” his lips form into that soft, fond smile that always succeeds in making your heart race, just like it is now.

“I remind you of love?” your curiosity piques the more you look at him.

He nods.

“Are you high?” you face scrunches in confusion as you stare at him.

He snickers but somehow his voice comes out laced with disappointment. “Too stubborn to see as always” he turns his head to observe at the couple

You blink, trying your best to understand what he means but all he offers you is a smile, the meaning of which you can’t decipher. Because although he’s smiling, there is something in his eyes-- in the way they are too solemn, the way his smile isn’t reaching his eyes which makes your chest fill with a heavy feeling.

You elect to ignore his comment because you don’t want to engage in whatever this is between you. It’s too overwhelming, this fine line you walk between being frenemies one moment and something more the next. It never helps that Jeongguk always says something that is neither here nor there and is something smack dab in the middle of the spectrum which leaves you feeling even more confused.

“How did you like the surprise?” you put the cup of beer down behind you on the counter and jump up to sit on in.

“It’s nice” he muses as his eyes still rest on the couple. He’s got a faint smile on his face as he leans against the counter, elbows resting on the top.

For a moment it confuses you because you don’t know whether he means the get-together or the two lovebirds immersed in their own world. His eyes are filled with a kind of longing you have never seen in them before. They are solemn yet they twinkle with a hope-- for what you don’t know. But when he’s like this, lost in his own thoughts, disengaged from the world-- that's when you truly see him.

“Just nice?” you question, which catches his attention for a brief second as he glances at you and then goes back to observing the couple.

“Yeah. Nice” he supplies, still looking like he’s too lost in his thoughts. You follow his gaze and find yourself also looking at the unknown couple.

“Don’t tell me this surprise has got you all sappy”

“Why?” he turns his head towards you. “You don’t like me when I am like this?”

“I don’t like you anyway” you roll your eyes-- but it’s playful.

“Liar” he whispers pulling his lower lip between his teeth, lips curving into a tiny flirty smile.

You clear your throat as it suddenly feels dry. “You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind”

“Perceptive as always” he chuckles.

“Well, it’s not hard when you’re only like this five percent of the time and the other ninety-five-you fuck around” a corner of your lip tugs into a teasing smile, which he catches.

“I take it back. You wouldn’t be able to see it if it was staring you right in the face” he says with a shake of his head as his head hangs low.

“See what?” a frown decorates your forehead as confusion registers in your mind at his words.

“Everything” he glances at you. “All of it. How do you not see it?”

“See what?” you gesture wildly with your hands because you hate how he’s being so not specific about whatever it is he’s going on about. “Can you be any more vague” you sigh.

He mutters something under his breath, his fist clenched by his side.

“What is going on with you?” you actually feel confused and slightly frustrated. “Can’t you be direct?”

“Can you be more of a fool y/n. How is it that you have a high IQ but a low EQ?” he imitates your sigh-- looking utterly defeated. The fact that he’s talking in circles is beginning to make your head spin.

“Excuse me?” you nudge him hard feeling defensive, letting your feelings escape through your tone.

“Are you really going to make me say it again? Right now?” he dismisses in a soft tone with a shake of his head.

“Yes!” you look at him with wide eyes. “Please say it and spare me this pain of trying to figure out what’s gotten into you”

“Why do you care?” he folds his arms across his chest, giving you that slightly narrow-eyed curious look.

“Because--” you stare at him open-mouthed. “I can’t believe I am saying this but you are much more bearable when you are your usual annoying talkative self. Whatever this is” you wag your finger up and down at him. “I don’t like it” For whatever reason, it’s true. You don’t like it when he acts all stressed out and withdraws into himself. It irks you because you like him when he’s smiling, and laughing-- way more than you would care to admit.

Then you pick up your beer cup and resume mindless drinking as Jeongguk watches you quietly with a tiny hint of a smile on his mouth. He doesn’t stop you, he doesn’t even blink. All he does is observe you quietly which is worse because it unsettles you. You notice him and suddenly the small sips turn into hugs gulps as you chug the drink and slam the glass on the counter.

He folds his arms across his chest with a faint smile on his lips which doesn’t quite reach his eyes, yet the corners crinkle-- it’s when someone in love silently admires the subject of their affections.

“Stop looking at me like that”

“How much do you hate me?” his voice is quiet, yet that muted smile remains on his lips

“Hate. Pffft” you press your lips in a thin line. “That’s a strong word” a hiccup escapes your chest.

The tiny sound draws Jeongguk’s attention and quickly he turns and pours you a glass of water. It hovers in front of you as you look between him and his outstretched hand. He motions with his head to glass as he looks at you. You drink it and find the cool water soothing the burning sensation in your throat.

“My, my Jeon” you put the glass down. “Aren’t you thoughtful?” an imperceptible smile crosses your lips.

“It’s part of my charm” he shrugs with that snarky quality making its way back into his voice.

You snap and point a finger at him. “That’s what I am talking about. This is much better. Please don’t become all sappy on me. It’s not a good look on you”

He chuckles. “And worrying for me is not a good look on you” he gently taps the tip of your nose with a playful wink.

You snort. “Who said I was worried for you?”

“If this wasn’t your failed attempt at getting me to cheer up then what was it?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Delusional as always” you pass a shy, flirty smile which he reciprocates as you both quietly look at each other-- and to a third party you would look like two people too blind to see how deep they are in their feelings for one another.

“Right. I am totally delusional are you’re totally not worried about me “he mumbles under his breath.

“Stop saying I am worried about you. Why would I be worried about you?” you fold your arms defensively over your chest shooting him an unimpressed look.

> > > > > >

If there is one thing in the world that can unite you and Jeongguk, it’s UNO. As you sit in a circle— swearing under your breath because you and Jeongguk are losing against Hoseok and Jimin— you can’t help but want to kick whosoever idea this was. That is because you hate losing, and Jeongguk definitely hates losing. But then you got placed into one team because apparently a boyfriend and girlfriend should be together in one team.

And now you’re in a losing situation and both of you are feeling too competitive. From the periphery of your vision you glance at Jeongguk to find his brows knitted in concentration, lower lip pulled between his teeth.

“What do you think?” Jeongguk leans in to whisper against your ear as he turns the cards slightly towards you so you can see them.

“Play the blue one” you eye the discard pile and notice a blue card which serves your turn well.

Jeongguk plays the blue one and you end up with two cards. The game continues on and Jimin and Hoseok also have two cards left. The atmosphere around you is silent as the other teams who had already had their turn watch in anticipation.

“UNO” you yell startling Jeongguk who is right next to you. His eyes widen and a grin teeters to the edges of his lips.

“UNO!” he yells as he realizes he’s only holding one card.

Jimin and Hoseok have vexed looks on their faces as they eye you and Jeongguk. “Damn” Jimin mumbles under his breath as he slams the last two cards on the floor while you and Jeongguk celebrate.

“We won!” he shoots up and you follow as both of you jump up and down holding hands and then he pulls you in for a bear hug.

“Good job y/n” he sways you side to side.

“You too Jeon!” you give a gentle squeeze.

You embrace each other in the middle of the living room— Meanwhile everyone else watches you with wide eyes and raised brows.

“I told you she likes him” Jimin whispers to Hoseok.

“Does she know she likes him?” Hoseok asks a legit question because god knows you can be blind and knowingly stubborn when it comes to admitting your feelings for a certain Jeon Jeongguk.

>>>>>>>>>>

After that very intense game of UNO ends, Jimin and Hoseok decide it’s a great idea to go out for drinks. It’s actually a very bad idea because you’re already sort of buzzed and so is everyone else because there was more than enough booze at Jimin’s place. But somehow it’s not as fun drinking in the house as it is outside the house-- a logic you cannot understand.

You tried to get out of it-- really tried but then Hoseok threatened to tell Jeongguk about that one time you got drunk in high school and serenaded him thinking he was Zac Efron. It’s the one truly terrifying experience of your life that you like to keep under wraps. Of course it sucks that Hoseok knows all this about you and can use it against you. So when you hear that Jeongguk might become privy to this deepest darkest secret of yours-- of course you don’t want him to know.

At first your immediate response is a very hyperenthusaistic ‘no’ when Hoseok says he’ll tell Jeongguk. You don’t even hesitate for a second before the word slips out of your mouth--albeit very loudly. Then once you have had time to digest your reaction, you can’t help but wonder why you were desperate enough to say no without even a slight hesitation. You dwell on it, and then some more and as you’re all walking towards the nearest pub, you reach this conclusion: it’s because if Jeongguk knows he’ll use it against you, which you simply won't stand for.

You say it like it's a mantra in your head-- quietly walking next to Jeongguk who is too busy talking about football with Hoseok and Jimin to pay attention to how silent you’ve fallen. You repeat it again and again because a small part of you tries to refute that weak reasoning-- almost as if you’re trying to make yourself believe that you don’t want any embarrassing detail of your life made known to Jeongguk because he’ll use it against and not because you’ll simply be too embarrassed if he of all people finds out.

It’s the exact same thing Jimin had said when that desperate no had crossed your lips.

“See? You like him so much you don’t even want him to know about this because you’ll be embarrassed and you don’t want him to think you’re weird. Why can’t you just accept it?” he had said, at which point you had opted to slap him upside the head and settle for a small shut up. After all, there are only finite ways in which one can say ‘no’.

You shake your head as if that will make all these thoughts go away. Then the unthinkable happens as you’re walking to your destination. Jeongguk while still conversing with Hoseok and Jimin, slowly slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers and pulls you close to his side. He’s so subtle about it he doesn’t even stop to look at you. He just does it naturally without drawing attention, without uttering a single word and without interrupting his conversation with your best friends.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel your heart skipping a beat and then a second later it starts hammering-- reminding you that you can’t run away. Sure you can alter your thoughts and your words, but physically you can’t control these reactions Jeongguk incites in you.

You glance up at the man walking next to you. All you can focus on is the warm feeling of his hand against yours and how he’s acting so naturally as if he’s done this--holding your hand thing-- every single day of his life. Small tingles escape from the palm of your hands and travel up your arm and then it spreads to the rest of your body as a chill runs down your spine. As if that’s not enough your lips begin to curve up in a smile, and as you try to bite down on your lip to stop yourself, you feel the tightness stretching your cheeks and you end up giving in despite yourself-- smiling like a fool living in the sweet denial of love.

You gulp hard and then out of nowhere the realization hits you that you haven’t even once tried to wrest your hand from his. You’ve just let it be and walked hand in hand with him like it’s natural for you too. He keeps you close to his side, his grip snug against your hand so that if you wanted to you could slip your hand out easily. You should, you definitely should but you don’t which itself brings about an onslaught of a hundred different thoughts.

While you are busy having a mental breakdown, you arrive at the pub, to find a long line outside stretching for about half a block.

“I told you we should have made reservations” Hoseok whines.

“Reservations for drinks? Are you crazy bro?” Jimin replies with a shake of his head.

Jeongguk chuckles watching the exchange between your friends all the while holding onto your hand, and you stand quietly next to him hoping they don’t see it.

“It’s chilly” Hoseok suddenly mumbles and then you feel it.

Now that he’s said it, of course you’re feeling it.

Then another unthinkable thing happens. Jeongguk very subtly places your already interlocked hands in his jacket pocket. Once again he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t look at you, or interrupt the conversation. He just does it like he’s done this a million times too. You glance up at him and he’s just looking at Hoseok and Jimin as they bicker with a smile. It’s not the fact that your hand is currently locked in his. It’s not the awareness of the emotions and sensations you’re feeling. What makes your knees go weak and your chest swell with emotion is how quietly he’s doing it. There is something about the way that he’s so natural about it that makes your heart race faster. It doesn’t feel forced. It feels just right-- and that’s what makes you so nervous.

You feel the warmth rise to your cheeks, softly melting into your skin and morphing into heat as it emanates. Even the slight chill in the night air isn’t enough to dull it down. Your breathing becomes faster, your lungs feel like they are being stretched as you try your best to take in air, but none it ever gets down there because you just can't remember how to breathe. You can feel the adrenaline in your veins, your mouth slowly but surely drying as each second passes with your hand shoved enveloped by the warmth of Jeongguk’s hand wrapped around yours.

Jimin’s eyes accidentally fall onto your disappeared hands. He nudges Hoseok who follows his line of sight to find your and Jeongguks’ hands safely tucked in his pocket. Wide smiles plaster themselves onto their lips as they look on, while both of you remain unaware of the two pairs of eyes closely observing you.

“We’ll be here all night long” Jeongguk speaks at which point both Jimin and Hoseok wipe the smiles on their faces and pretend not to have seen anything while nodding along.

“Should we just leave?” Jimin questions.

You’re the first one to nod in agreement-- too enthusiastically in fact which makes Jeongguk utter a soft chuckle as he looks down at you.

“Yeah” he mumbles quietly, as his gaze rests on you taking in how small you look next to him and how much he’ll give anything to keep you by his side-- safe and sound.

>>>>>>>>>

It’s been two weeks since you were given the task of writing Jeongguk’s profile and for the thousandth time as you sit to write, your mind draws a blank. How do you begin and where do you begin? The biggest issue for you though is maintaining objectivity because somehow the time you have spent with Jeongguk has made you realize several different things.

1. He’s not as bad as you thought he was, and therefore you can’t really hate him anymore 2. Since you can't hate him anymore, you don’t know what you are supposed to do 3. You feel things around him that you haven’t felt around other people and you are terrified as to what it means.

The library thankfully is empty save for you so you can whine and complain aloud without attracting attention which is what you are busy doing when Jimin walks in. He looks like death-- hair dishevelled and sticking out in different directions, face smeared slightly with dirt along with his shirt, and a shuffling gait as he approaches you.

He falls down limply onto the chair, leaning against the back and his arms fall loosely to the sides. You arch a brow in curiosity as you observe the young boy in front of you who suddenly looks like he’s gained years.

“Wow” you comment, shutting down your laptop, lowkey thankful for the distraction. “You look like shit”

“Blame your damn boyfriend” he mumbles, eyelids half droopy.

“For the last time, he’s not my boyfriend” a muscle in your jaw twitches as you glare at Jimin.

“Whatever it is” he waves you off. “Can’t you just accept it? He’s taking it out on us” Jimin lifts himself off the chair and offers you an impassive, blank look.

“What do you mean?” your face contorts in confusion.

“He’s frustrated. All of us can see it. Hell, the whole fucking college knows except you” he looks at you with the same lifeless gaze.

“Knows what?”

“Jeongguk likes you!” Jimin throws his hands in the air, finally the listless look replaced by some kind of emotion-- mostly frustration.

“No” you shake your head vigorously. “He doesn’t”. Despite him basically having confessed to you that day by the bus stop, you still refuse to believe it.

“Oh for fuck's sake” he groans, hiding his face in his palms.

“We’ve been practicing for four hours straight. All because he’s annoyed you can’t see his feelings and he’s trying to make that frustration go away by distracting himself with football. Or way worse because you refuse to acknowledge his feelings and your own”

“I am dead inside Jimin” you try to lighten the mood but Jimin only supplies a blank look, definitely not impressed. “Sorry” you look away sheepishly.

“Please y/n” please Jimin falls off his chair and onto his knees as he looks at you--pleading with despair.

“Jimin what the hell?” you jump from your seat in surprise as you force him to get up. “Stop”

“You stop. You like him right?” Jimin falls back on his seat with a long sigh.

“I don’t” you avoid his eyes, as yours dart around.

“Fine then. I guess we'll just set him up with Jaehyun’s sister” Jimin pouts with a shrug.

At this your head whips in his direction so fast you end up feeling dizzy. “What?”

“Yeah. Jaehyun has been pestering Jeongguk for months to date his sister because he thinks they’ll make a good couple. Honestly, I think so too because I have met his sister and she is very sweet and has a warm personality. Jeongguk will like her too once he meets her.”

You blink, feeling your energy being drained away and a sense of dread settling into your stomach. The thought of Jeongguk with someone else obviously doesn’t sit well with you because of the sense of urgency that starts to build. You don’t know what for, but it rises out of your stomach and slowly spreads to the rest of your body turning you restless. You look at Jimin, hoping he can see what you’re feeling in your eyes, the way Jeongguk sees it. But all Jimin does is stare at you in a blank fashion, as if he is incapable of expressing himself in any other way.

An image of Jeongguk with another girl passes through your mind and you shut your eyes tight to make it go away because it leaves its mark in your chest in the form of panic. All you feel is panic. Panic because Jeongguk might end up liking Jaehyun’s sister. Because if he likes her then somehow you’ll feel bad and if you feel bad then that means…

“What are you two doing here?”

Jimin turns his head towards the owner of the voice and you look past his shoulder to see the devil walking towards you, with his bag slung over one shoulder, black shirt hanging loosely off his frame, black sweatpants fitting perfectly along the curves of his thighs and to complete the look black boots along with a black baseball cap on his head, with his long hair sticking out of the bottom around his neck.

Damn him and his stupid fucking outfits. He never even tries and yet he has the ability to make your heart flutter.

“Jeon?”

“Must you always greet me like this y/n?” his lips stretch into a playful smile as he takes off his backpack and sits on the empty chair next to you.

“Must you sit next to me?” you glance at him and quickly open your laptop again to distract yourself.

“ I want to” his smile only widens.

You groan internally because you’re feeling it all over again— the butterflies, the heat seeping into your cheeks, the way your heart starts to beat faster and your breaths hitch in your throat.

“What are you writing?” he leans in towards you his shoulder touching yours. Your eyes widen momentarily at the contact.

“Umm” you clear your throat. “About you”

“I knew you liked me!” He whispers excitedly in your ear

“What!?” you shriek, unable to control the thrumming of your chest.

“Why can’t you just accept it?” he leans in further, nose gently touches the side of your face and your eyes automatically close as he makes you feel so many emotions. Overwhelmed, you push your chair away and run out.

“Y/n!” Jeongguk calls out after you with a grin stuck to his face.

“Why do you always do this?” Jimin shakes his head at him once you are gone.

“It’s fun. Plus it's cute how y/n blushes every time” he says with a playful grin.

“Fucking whipped man” Jimin sighs

Jeongguk leans into the palm of his hand squishing his cheek as he sulks. “I’ve always been whipped. Your best friend just refuses to see it”

“Whatever will happen to you two” Jimin purses his lips and shakes his head like he’s disappointed.

>>>>>>>>>>>

After running out like a damn coward from the library, and leaving all your stuff there like the intelligent person you are-- you end up bumping into Kinsey who is one of your group mates for a project you’re doing in your horrendous Microbiology class. You thought it would be a fun class with getting to wear that white lab coat and conducting experiments but you instead find the class to be so boring it makes you fall asleep.

“Hey Kinsey” you greet with a smile.

“Hey y/n. You remember we’re meeting today for the end of term project right?”

Do you remember that? No. Will you tell her? No.

“Yes I do” you lie with ease.

“We’ll see you in the library then at 6 as decided?”

Holy shit at 6 pm? How the hell are you supposed to get home?. You have half a mind to say no but you realize that your whole grade rides on this project and you end up getting a bad grade, you won’t just screw yourself, you’ll screw everyone else too which isn’t fair. So you agree to meet in the library at six and you are sure that you’ll be late getting home because when in this world ever have group meetings finished on time?

Kinsey leaves you with a lot to think about. However most important at this time though is getting your stuff from the library but you’re too scared to go back. But you have no choice because one you can’t just leave your stuff at the mercy of Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk, and two you still have a couple of hours to spare until you meet your group. So you need your stuff. Otherwise without your laptop, and your cell phone which you also left on the table-- you have nothing to do. At the very least you need these two things.

So begrudgingly, hating how the logic makes sense, you trudge back the way you came, and quietly sneak to the second floor, keeping your eyes and ears open in case Jeon Jeongguk appears. He has this bad habit of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.

When you reach the second floor, to your right are the bookshelves and you quickly hide behind one and peek from behind at the tables on the opposite side to you. You catch the sight of the table you were sitting on but it’s empty and none of your stuff is there. One of them took it and you desperately hope it was Jimin and not--

“Looking for this?” you turn around to find Jeongguk holding your bag by the grab handle mid-air, raising a brow at you.

Holy shit.

You reach for your bag but he retreats his arm. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

“No” you shake your head, reaching for the bag again but he steps back.

“Stop doing that and give me my backpack. I have a lot of work to do, unlike you”

“You are avoiding me” he says with a straight face.

“I really need my things Jeon. I am supposed to meet my group at 6 for a project so I need my stuff. Please”

“You’re staying here until after 6?” he stretches his arm and holds your bag out to you.

“Yeah” you nod, taking the bag and putting the straps over your shoulder.

“How will you get home?The bus stops running early today because of the parade”

“I’ll figure something out” you shrug and pivot on your heels, beginning your walk to somewhere you can be alone because lord knows being around Jeongguk is overwhelming and leaves you feeling like you don’t know what to do with yourself.

>>>>>>>

You had gotten so busy with working on his profile that you kind of put everything else on the back burner— including the one group assignment you had to do as an end of term project.

You and your group mates head out towards the parking lot after finishing because for one all of them drove and second you could take a shortcut through the parking lot to get to the bus stop two blocks down. Had it not been for the stupid spring parade the road wouldn’t be blocked and you wouldn’t have to walk two damn blocks just to catch the other bus.

Your group members even offer to give you a ride home but you refuse because you don’t want to be a burden.

“Bye” you said to Kinsey, and just as you turn around to leave your eyes fall upon none other than Jeongguk who is leaning against the hood of his car— eyes glued to his phone.

“Oh. I get it. Your boyfriend was coming to pick you up” Kinsey says with a suggestive smile on her face.

“No” you shake your head vigorously. “I didn’t even know he was here”

“It’s alright. I get it” she winks as she opens the door. “Have fun”

You open your mouth to protest but she is already settled in the car and starting the engine. Then she drives off into the night leaving you a little shocked.

Once she disappears from your sight you walk over to Jeongguk who doesn’t see you coming.

“What are you doing here at this time of the night?” you stop in front of him catching his attention.

“Oh hey!” he puts his phone away and greets you with that cheeky smile. “I am here to pick you up”

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s..” he glanced at the watch on his wrist. “It’s 10:05 at night and you should not be taking transit. It’s not safe”

“But-”

“What kind of a guy would I be if I let a girl— a catch like you— take the transit in the middle of the night. My mom didn’t raise me that way” he shakes his head. “Besides, I can’t have some random handsome stranger on the bus steal you away from me” he breaks out into his signature tooth grin, eyes disappearing into moon shaped crescents.

“I don’t know what kinds of movies you have been watching all your life to get that stupid idea in your head. But It’s okay. I am a big girl. I can handle myself” you offer a smile before pivoting with the intention of walking away. However, you forget you are talking to Jeongguk— he doesn’t give up easily.

He tugs you back by the grab handle on top of your backpack.“Y/n wait” You turn around to look at him.

“Please just come. I’ll feel better about it. I really don’t want you taking transit at this time. It’s not safe. I don’t want anything happening to you”

You regard him— how he’s silently pleading with those sparkly eyes of his, how he sounds so concerned and genuine.

“I live forty minutes away. What if you get hungry?”

“I ate. Plus I came prepared with snacks” he looks proud of himself as he cheekily grins at you.

“What if your parents get mad at you?” you fold your arms

“I am a big boy y/n. Besides, I live alone”

“What if the car runs out of gas?” you quirk a brow at him

“The tank is full. I made sure of that when I came here”

“Umm then, what if….” you stumble for another excuse.

“Nope. No more excuses” he wags his finger side to side.

“Okay. But it’ll take you like two hours to get back home because you live on the opposite side of the city and you have practice tomorrow morning. So you’ll need to wake up early which means if you drop me off you will get home late and won’t have enough time to sleep. If you don’t get enough sleep then how will you go into practice tomorrow morning” you ramble out of concern for him.

He waves you off. “My love, I’ll be fine”

“What if you are so tired, you can’t concentrate and then you injure yourself?”

“I won’t injure myself. I’ll get enough sleep. Stop worrying about me”

“I am not worried about you” you scoff, looking away as your pupils shake.

“Okay fine. You’re totally not worried about me. I concede. Will you please just get in so I can drive you home, then get back to my precious bed and get that proper sleep you’re so not worried about?”

You bite your lip in indecision. Then you figured the more you stand here wasting time the later he would get home— not that you care. But you also know refusing wouldn’t be an option for two reasons: one Jeongguk would rather die than let you take the bus and two it might sort of, kind of break his heart if you refused. But you settle on the former being the reason for saying yes, and definitely not the latter.

“Fine. Thank you” your lips stretch into a grateful making him smile as well.

“Anytime my love” and like the gentleman, he is he opens the door for you and you sit in and he drives you home.

Once you’ve reached home, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek. “Good night y/n” his eyes sparkle as the moonlight through the window hits his irises.

“Drive safe Jeon. Good night” you whisper

>>>>>>>>

The next day, you’re in the elevator heading to your class when it stops at one the floors and a bunch of girls get in squishing you. You shuffle as far back as you can and find yourself pinned to a corner.

“Did you hear Jeongguk asked Jihyun out?” one of them says with a dirty scowl on her face.

Your eyes widen as the words register in your head and your heart starts pounding against your chest.

“Jihyun?” one of the girls in the group asks

“Yeah. Jaehyun’s sister” the first girl replies with yet another scowl.

“Wow. I thought he would never date anyone” the second girl.

“A guy like him can’t be single for too long” the other shrugs.

So when Jimin told you that they would set Jeongguk up with Jaehyun’s sister he wasn’t joking. You had taken it too lightly and now Jeongguk is with another girl.

A lump forms in your throat and you try your best to choke it back. But then the tightness builds and you feel the back of your throat constricting and a tiny sob escapes. You slap a hand to your mouth as the two girls look at you. You duck your head low so they can’t see the tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

You press the button for the next floor since the board is right next to you. The elevator bell dings and you push past them, earning glares in response.

The tears you had been trying to hold back fall onto your cheeks one after another and your nose starts to feel stuffy. You keep your head low and avoid eye contact with people around you.

As if your luck couldn’t get any worse you end up bumping your head into someone’s chest—

“Sorry” a familiar voice cuts through the air and you wish that a hole open up in the ground to swallow you whole. “Y/n?”

Jeon frickin Jeongguk makes an appearance at the worst moment.

You try to sidestep him but he tugs your arm to make you stop. “Are you crying?”

“Let me go” you croak, trying to wrest your wrist from his grasp. But he only pulls you towards him. You keep your head low to avoid looking at him.

“Why are you crying?” his soft voice only makes the urge to sob worse.

“It’s none of your business” a muscle in your jaw twitches as you bite through clenched teeth. “Let me go!” you yank your wrist out of his grasp and walk past him to continue on your unknown destination.

“Wait�� he pulls at your wrist again. “Did someone say something to you? Do I need to kick someone’s ass because I’ll gladly do it” he’s looking into your eyes with that stupid fucking look-- slight crinkle on his forehead, eyes full of concern that makes you want to melt into a puddle of goo. You look at him, tears falling down your cheeks as you try to decipher exactly what is going through his head. He’s no one. He’s not your boyfriend, he’s not even a friend. To top it all off he’s asked someone else out. So why does he care so much?

You roll your eyes. “Can't you mind your own business?. Besides your girlfriend won’t appreciate seeing you holding onto me like this” you lift the wrist he’s holding and glance at it and then back at him.

“Oh” a look of realization crosses his face, and very subtly a corner of his lips tugs up, but then he’s quick to revert to his usual neutral expression. He lets go of your wrist, and without a word, you pivot on your heels and leave him standing there.

Had you looked back you would have noticed him shaking his head with an affectionate smile that reached his eyes, as he watched your retreating figure.

>>>>>>>>>>

The last thing-- the very last thing you want is to leave the house. You just want to wallow in your misery which you don’t fully comprehend, or rather refuse to acknowledge the reason for. That’s all you want. But having Jimin and Hoseok and best friend’s makes things difficult. You wish that there was a refund policy for friendships because you would definitely cash in on it when both of them barge into your room and rip the covers off you.

You shoot both of them a glare and lift yourself to pull the covers back and fall back onto the bed again. You clutch onto the covers tightly so they can't take them off you. But two of them are stronger than one of you and you feel the cold draft hitting you when they manage to get the duvet off you again.

“What!” you yell at them.

“Get up!” they say in unison.

“Fuck off!” you yell back

“Stop being a child and get up. The world hasn’t ended. You say you don’t even like him! So why are you acting all butt hurt about it” Hoseok’s firm voice cuts through the silence.

“I am not butthurt” you fold your arms defensively as you frown at him.

“Seriously y/n, if you don’t get up I am going to the very last thing you want” Jimin threatens as he folds his arms across his chest too and pouts at you-- daring you to disobey.

“You are all words” you scowl at him.

“Fine” he pulls his phone out of his pocket. You watch as he dials and then puts the phone next to his ear. “Jeongguk, come over right now”

“Jimin!” you yell and shoot up from the bed and jump on Jimin as he catches you by wrapping one arm around your waist. He extends his arm away from your reach and puts the phone on speaker. “Hang up!” you slap him repeatedly on his back. “Hang the fuck up!”

“What’s going on?” you hear Jeongguk’s voice.

“Hang up Jimin!!” you yell at the top of your lungs.

“Alright. I am coming over” you hear Jeongguk’s voice before the dial tone rings.

You look from the phone to Jimin, who is smiling at you. “Don’t challenge me next time y/n”

Jimin lets go of you and you flop on the bed with a thud. “I hate you” you glance at them both before hiding your face behind your hands.

“We love you too. So, now he’s coming over. Here’s what is going to happen” Hoseok crouches down in front of you and pulls your hands away from your face, holding them tight to your sides as he looks at you. “You’re going to tell him how you feel about him. Don’t dare deny it y/n” he warns.

“But he asked Jihyun-”

“No” Jimin says sternly and shakes his head. “No more excuses”

You look at Jimin and then down at Hoseok. “You guys suck”

“You know you like him. You do” he pauses as he studies you carefully. “Just tell him because he likes you too. A lot. He’s even told you like a million times. Stop breaking his heart”

“What?” your eyes widen as you feel betrayed. “Breaking his heart? When did I-” and then you realize how many times he said he liked you-- directly and indirectly-- and how everytime you brushed him off.

“You know y/n, there is only so much time he will wait for you. If you don’t, he’ll move on and then you’ll regret not saying anything” Jimin speaks as he peers into your eyes.

“Exactly” Hoseok nods.

You groan and fall back onto the bed. “I hate all of this”

Jimin grabs one of your arms and Hoseok grabs the other as they pull you up. “Stop” both of them say in unison again.

“Tell him” Hoseok says a final time before both of them retreat out of your room, giving you plenty to think about.

> > > > > > >

As not promised, Jeongguk shows up. He actually shows up at your place. He always does things he’s not supposed to do like showing up at your place and never does things he’s supposed to do like answer your interview questions. When you hear the front the door open, you quickly run to the door of your room and stand with your back against it, pushing as much as you can because you know Hoseok and Jimin are going to come at any moment to get you.

As expected you hear the sounds of footsteps and whispers outside your door. “She better not have locked it” you hear Hoseok mumble.

You feel the handle digging into the small of your back as Hoseok tries to open the door from the other side. You press your lips together, as the pain gets to you slowly. You try to hold it in but then the door bursts open. You lose your balance since you are pushed away due to the sheer force that is Jimin and fall to the floor on your knees.

“I knew it” Hoseok looks at you accusingly from behind Jimin as he holds open the door. “He’s here”

“Go downstairs and talk to him” Jimin helps you up.

“Do I have to?” you look at him pleadingly.

“Yes. What do you think is going to happen if you tell him?” he says in a firm voice

“I don’t know” you reply. But you imagine Jeongguk could just change his mind and tell you he never liked you, in which case you would be hurt. He could tell you he likes Jihyun now and that he’s forgotten all about you. He could tell you he’s already moved on and then things are awkward between you for the rest of your college life. But more than all of this is just the fact that he’s Jeongguk and you are y/n and your relationship was never supposed to come to this.

You were always supposed to walk that thin line between friends and enemies and nothing more. But then you got to know Jeongguk and how kind he is. You got to know his ambitions and how hard he will work for them. You understood that he’s a human too and he breaks down like everyone else. That understanding changed something — in fact it changed everything.

So is it not natural for you to hesitate? Why can’t everyone understand that?

At being met nothing but silence Jimin shoves you out of your room, his hand resting on the small of your back, until you are downstairs in the living room just to make sure you don’t run away.

They know you too well.

“Go!” Jimin pushes you and you end up stumbling towards Jeongguk who is standing with his back to you, his eyes glued to the football game. When you hit him because you lose your balance he is quick to turn around and steady you.

“Clearly God never blessed you with balance” he chuckles.”How are you always stumbling and falling over?” he steadies you by placing his hands on your arms and holding you in place.

“T-t-th-thanks” you mutter under your breath as he lets go of your arms. You allow your gaze to settle on the floor as you fidget with your hands. You look over your shoulder at Jimin and Hoseok both of whom give an imperceptible shake of their heads as you silently plead. You guess there is no choice.

“Why did you call me over?” Jeongguk turns to Jimin who abandons his defensive stance.

“Y/n has something to tell you” the corners of his mouth upturn in an encouraging smile as he looks from Jeongguk to you.

“You do?” Jeongguk looks at you with crinkled brows.

You stand silent, unable to look at him, unable to think-- powerless to even move a muscle much less your mouth. You can feel all three men looking at you. Jimin gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Well-” you clear your throat as you look at Hoseok who gives you a thumbs up. “Well the thing is” you clear your throat again, swallowing hard because your mouth is dry. “The- the- the thing is that… I--ummm.. I--uhhh. I-- well I ” you glance at Jeongguk who is watching you with nothing but patience.

“She likes you” Hoseok speaks out nowhere. No one asked him--literally no one. This isn’t how you were going to say it.

Your head whips in his direction as you look at him wide-eyed, and a panicked frown decorating your forehead.

“She does huh” Jeongguk muses with a slow understanding nod. You turn to face him. He’s grinning from ear to ear like a child. He steps towards you, to erase the already minimal distance. “I know you do” he says with a low voice, and a tiny smile that reaches his eyes.

“How?” you blink at him in confusion.

“I told you, your eyes always give you away y/n” he speaks in a gentle, calming tone which helps calm your nerves down. “In the hallway that day when you bumped into me, you were crying and when I asked why you told me to mind my own business. But then when I held your wrist you told me my girlfriend wouldn’t like it. The way you looked at me-- heartbroken, hurt, with so much anger and pain in your eyes -- I knew right then and there, my love” he reaches for both of your hands and holds them in his.

“Didn’t you ask Jihyun out?”

“That…” he tilts his head as he turns to look at Hoseok and Jimin pointing at them with his thumb. “It’s not true. It was their plan to get some kind of reaction out of you”

You turn to your best friends with a look of betrayal on your face. “What?”

“Would you have admitted your feelings otherwise?” Hoseok says defensively.

“Our work is done so we will leave,” Jimin says hurriedly already on the move and you open your mouth to chastise them but before you can they run-- as in sprint the fastest you have ever seen them before. Jeongguk chuckles watching them and you just stare at their retreating figures in disbelief.

“Well,” Jeongguk turns to you. “They aren’t wrong”

You bite your lip as you look at him. “I guess I like you”

He chuckles softly. “A guess is better than you denying it”

Silence befalls as both of you avoid each other’s gazes. Jeongguk awkwardly scratches the nape of his neck while you keep your gaze cast on the floor.

“You still like me? Despite me always brushing off your feelings?”

“Love” he nods, his voice an octave lower. “I’ll always love you. I’ll love you even when I hate you. You can break my heart, do whatever you want with it and I’ll still love you” he looks in your eyes, never once blinking.

“You’re absolutely sure?”

He blinks and his lips curve in a faint smile. “ It’s hard not to y/n. You’re amazing. My favourite thing about you is that you don’t even know how perfectly beautiful you are. You don’t see what I see and that’s your charm” he says in a low gentle voice.

“What don’t I see?”

“How loving you has made me calmer, wiser, kinder, easier, and... better” he steps towards you erasing the small amount of distance between you

“What else?” you whisper, feeling your stomach tightening in knots, and a soft quiver settling in between your thighs.

“You don’t see that you have the ability to make a man crazy with desire yet still be naive enough to not know that. It’s absolutely maddening”

“You always make it so--so hard for me, Jeon” you breathe heavily, feeling that quiet resolve to not acknowledge him deep within you break as each second passes. Because the truth is he does make it hard for you to hate him— and maybe the sun is finally coming up and reality is settling in.

“I think I am going to kiss you” his voice cuts through the silence.

You make a non-committal sound catching yourself off guard and to cover it up you clear your throat. You just look at him and hope he can understand that you are okay with it.

He leans in slowly, and wraps your hands around his waist as he pulls you in. “Stop me at anytime” he tilts his head to the side as his nose brushes past yours and then he presses his lips against yours very gently. Your lips tingle at the contact and intuitively your arms tighten around his waist as you pull him in. The gentle movements of his mouth grow stronger once your lips part and you start kissing him back.

He pulls you in further as his hand rests on the back of your head. Your toes curl from the adrenaline and you moan against his mouth. He pulls back as you take a quick breather in which he also manages to chuckle at your reaction.

“Shut up” you mumble against his mouth as you press your lips against his. You feel the heat building in every part of your body. Your face in particular feels very warm and so do your hands. Jeongguk’s lips move against yours and his hands slowly slide down to rest against the small of your back. He slightly pushes you and in you lose all your breath.

Then you’re tugging him by his shirt and jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He supports your weight as he starts walking up the stairs like you weigh nothing for him. Somehow this simple action makes you more impatient, makes you want more because it’s just hot?

Jeongguk kicks open your ajar door with his foot and lays you down on the bed without breaking the kiss. He pulls away first as both of you pant against each other’s mouths. “I told you I am a great kisser” he heaves with a soft chuckle.

You bite his lower lip gently. “Is that all you can do?” you tease.

“Are you sure?” he smooths your hair away from your face and then cups your cheeks as he lays a soft peck on your lips.

You nod your affirmation and pull him down again in a kiss. His hands grip your sides, gently stroking up and down which makes heat pool within your stomach. His touch sends shivers down your spine. You feel his fingers under your skin as your shirt rides up.

“Stop teasing” you breathe out.

“Patience babygirl” he grins wolfishly, a tiny mischievous glint in his eyes.

He captures your lips in his once again and then moves down to the crook of your neck as he pulls the sensitive skin between his teeth softly. A laugh escapes your lips as his breath tickles. “That’s going to leave a mark” you giggle.

“That’s the point” he kisses the same spot softly. “I fucking love you”

“Show me then” you whisper.

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate after you give him consent. His hands never rest in one place as they explore every part of your body. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he slides in and out of you, tells how beautiful he thinks you are. He doesn’t for one second let you feel uncomfortable and goes at your pace. He listens to you when you tell him what feels good and does exactly that.

“Jeon” you pant heavily as you pull him down towards you.

“You feel so damn good y/n” he pecks you on the lips as he bucks his hips in and out of you. You claw your fingers against his back giving into the rush he makes you feel. He utters a guttural sound at the contact. He continues his movements as he pushes your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek staring you directly in your eyes. “God you have no idea how beautiful you look right now” he whispers between breaths.

“Fuck” you moan as he bends down to capture your lips in his once more-- drinking in all the ecstasy running through your veins.

He’s gentle, even still as he holds you. His caresses, and touches are so soft they leave goosebumps in their wake. The moans and groans that escape past his lips only help you climax harder because you know he’s feeling good. That in itself is enough to make you come undone. When you do, Jeongguk is right there hovering above you, praising you, gently and softly kissing you as you convulse around him. Then he’s chasing his own high and your name softly passes through his lips and he falls limply on top you, kissing the crook of your neck.

He gathers you up in his arms as he rolls on his back. You cuddle against him, wrapping your arm around his torso, resting your face in the crook of his neck, leaving small feather light pecks. He’s so warm against your skin that it starts to make you feel sleepy.

“Goodnight, baby” he whispers against your forehead as he lays a gentle kiss.

Then you drift off to sleep in his arms-- safe, sound, protected, and loved.

> > > > > > >

The next morning the stupid chiming sound of your phone wakes you up. You crack an eye open and reach for it. Jeongguk’s name appears on the screen and your heart immediately starts beating faster. Last night comes to mind and you remember how he touched you, how your name had passed his lips as he had reached his high. You remember how he showed you he loved you. You remember the sweet smell of cinnamon from his skin, and the soft gentle caresses of his fingers against your skin.

You open the text with a smile.

Jeon Jerguk: breakfast is ready 💕

Breakfast?

Curious, you slide to the edge of the bed legs dangling to the floor with the intention of getting up but then you pick your phone and change Jeongguk’s name in your phone to Kookie with a heart beside it. He’s not so much of a jerk anymore.

Then you get up and upon feeling something under your feet, you look to find Jeongguk’s shirt. Your brows furrow. If his shirt is here then what is he wearing?

It turns out he isn't wearing a shirt at all. You gawk stupidly at his back which faces you while he’s making breakfast. You can see the curves of his biceps, the muscles straining in his back as he holds the pan in his hand. The deep line in the middle of his back which stops just above the hem of his jeans. You gulp hard, your fist clenching tighter on the shirt in your hand.

You clear your throat and he turns around. It was a bad idea- a really bad idea because now you can’t stop staring at him even more. It’s funny how abs have been glorified and sexualized so much that they are actually a part of a man’s sexual appeal. Unfortunately you have also fallen into that trap because you just can’t stop staring at that six pack he is sporting

“Y/n” Jeongguk grins noticing where your eyes are lurking.

“Huh?” you blink at him and then throw his shirt at him which hits his face. “Your shirt” you mumble quickly looking away.

“I was kind of hoping you would wear it” a wolffish, playful grin spreads on his mouth. But he takes the shirt and pulls it over his head and then down his torso.

“Uhh… well” you stumble for words avoiding his eyes.

“I am kidding” he starts walking towards you. He cups your cheeks before he’s placing a kiss on your forehead. “Breakfast?” he pulls away with a soft smile.

“You made breakfast?” you stare at him wide eyed, unable to hide your surprise.

“Always with the look of surprise” he says for the thousandth time.

“I just didn’t think…”

“I was hungry” he shrugs, and walks back to the stove.

You’re not surprised. He’s always hungry. There is never a moment when Jeongguk wouldn’t say he’s not hungry.

You take a seat at the island and he comes back with a plate in his hand and he places it in front of you. He leans on the counter on his elbows as he looks at you, making your stomach tighten.

You swallow hard. “French toast?” you again look at him in surprise and yet again he shakes his head.

“You really have to stop being so surprised at everything I do. It’s kind of offensive” he pouts.

“I’ll try my best not to” you take a bite. It’s actually good.

“How is it?” he looks upon you in anticipation.

“Really good” you mumble through a mouthful.

“Yes!” he punches the air

“How many girls have you done this for?” you chuckle.

“I’ll give you an actual reason to be surprised” he purses his lips. “You’re the first”

“You’re telling me-- you-- the captain of the football team, Jeon Jeongguk, have never done this before?” you point to your plate.

“Not just breakfast. Even last night. You’re the first”

“I am what!?” you gawk at him.

“You are the first girl I’ve slept with. Happy?”

He then turns around and gets his own plate, sitting down next to you. You don’t prompt him again regarding the same topic but you do feel special. Then this urge overcomes you and lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek. “You can be cute sometimes Jeon Jeongguk”

His lips spread in a wide grin and he leans in and pecks you on the corner of your mouth. “Happy to return the favor” he turns towards his plate, grabbing his fork and knife.

“So, serious question” you say just as he’s about to take a bite but stops mid-air.

“Anything” his lips tug upwards in a smile.

“What do we do now?”

“We do whatever you want, how ever you want” he says in a gentle voice

“Okay. I would love to beat around the bush but I think you should know what happened last night, although I don’t regret it-- I just want you to know that I don’t do that. I mean at least not how quickly it happened. I am not like-“

“We’ll jump the base whenever you want to, my love. We’ll do it at your pace. You just tell me what you’re comfortable with and what is a ‘no’ for you. If you ever think I am rushing you just tell me. I don’t want to do this wrong. Especially not with you” the sincerity in his eyes is as clear as day. He’s not looking away, he’s not even blinking. He’s looking straight in your eyes and saying that which forces you to think he’s being honest. If he weren’t his body would have given him away. But he’s firm with his voice and his words.

“Thank you… Kookie” you quickly look away, slightly angling your body away from him out of sheer embarrassment. After all those sweet words, he deserves a sweet name like that doesn’t he?

He’s about to begin eating when a look of realization crosses his face and his hand stops midway to his mouth, toast dropping on the plate. “Wait what did you just call me?” he grabs your arm and spins you so you face him.

“I am just trying it out” you quickly glance at him and then rest your gaze on your lap.

“Wait, say it again” you can hear the smile in his voice. You don’t have to look up to know that he is in fact grinning.

“Kookie” you mumble.

“If I was a girl I would say my heart is going to burst and shit sprinkles all over”

“What?” you chuckle, the laughter bellowing from deep within your chest as it develops into a full bellyache.

“In other words, I love it! Please never call me anything else”

“You’re crazy” you shake your head

“Yeah. But only for you” his smile is so wide his eyes crinkle at the corners.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

You haven’t seen Jeongguk all day long because he’s been busy practicing for the friendly game against the rival college team. Even though it’s supposed to be a pre-season game things tend to get intense when the Douglas Royals visit your college.

One would think it was the final game of the season with all the banners decorating the hall, people dressed in the white and red colours of the football team with face paint on. There was barely anything happening in classes because even the professors understood that people wouldn’t be paying attention.

Your phone buzzes and you open it.

Kookie💙: if you go to my locker you’ll find a present there. I’ll see you this evening. ILY❤️

You make a U-turn from the front of the library and head to the locker room because can you say no to Jeongguk- never. Ever since you’ve been with Jeongguk the sports department has been extra nice about you going to the locker room even if it’s empty.

You skip happily to Jeongguk’s spot and find a black box waiting for you. Your heart starts beating fast in anticipation. As you close in, you realize it’s actually bigger than you thought it would be which makes you even more eager.

Unable to contain your curiosity you open the box and find something you had not been expecting with a small note attached to it.

You know you’re my lucky charm right? Wear this to the game this evening and I promise I’ll win it for you.

Yours, Kookie

>>>>>>>>>

The whole football field and the bleachers surrounding the field fill up thirty minutes before the kickoff. The team hasn’t arrived on the field and it’s only the cheerleaders doing their thing.

The moment you enter the field all eyes fall on you and whispers reach your ear.

“Isn’t that JK’s girlfriend?”

“Never thought they would get together”

“I am so jealous of her” someone whines and it automatically makes your heart swell with pride— everyone wants him but you got him.

There’s more but you tune it out because you find Hoseok waving at you. You skip down the steps and sit down next to him.

“Did the school spirit vomit all over you?” his nose scrunches when he takes in your appearance— wearing the football jersey with Jeongguk’s name and his number ‘9’ decorating your back and the number ‘9’ painted in white on your cheeks.

You clear your throat. “He left it as a present for me”

“He’s fucking whipped” Hoseok shakes his head as takes a sip of his beer.

“You made it happen so blame yourself” you nudge him teasingly.

The game begins and the whole time your eyes only follow Jeongguk. He almost gets knocked over by one of the players on the other team. But thank the heavens that Jimin is on the team because he manages to tackle the guy before Jeongguk gets thrown down. Your heart after that moment doesn’t stop thumping like it’s lost its ability to calm down.

Jeongguk is a great quarterback. He’s so good at it that you feel your chest swelling with pride on the inside every time he’s shown on the jumbotron on the opposite side of the field from you. So this is what it’s like to be his girlfriend.

The game comes to an end without anyone getting injured and your boyfriend makes it back to you in one piece.

“Yay!” he runs towards you after the game ends and you’re waiting for him outside the locker room. “You wore it”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I wore it”

“It looks good on you. Actually on second thought-- you look hot. Can we go home?”

You slap him on the shoulder. “Shut up. Let’s go eat. I’ll buy since you won and since you played so so so well. I am so proud of you”

“I don’t want food. I want you-- the best dessert ever” he winks.

“You’re disgusting Jeon Jeongguk” you shake your head and slap him on the shoulder.

“Fine” he grins as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “Only because you’re buying, girlfriend” he kisses the side of your head as you both begin walking.

>>>>>>>>

{2 weeks later}

Jeon Jeongguk is a lot of things, but a patient man is not of those things. Eager to announce your exclusive relationship he ended up instead setting more obstacles in your way because now people were doubting your ability to write his profile. You are supposed to release it in 24 hours and still, you have nothing but a blank page staring back at you.

Of course, it doesn’t help that the updated relationship status Jeongguk tagged you in keeps getting more comments. Your phone keeps buzzing again and again and again which only strengthens your resolve to throw it against a wall. You sigh for the millionth time as you bang your head gently against your closed laptop which is sitting in your lap.

Jeongguk turns to look at you, a look of worry crossing his face. The next time you lower your head you end up hitting his hand as it floats mid air between your face and your poor laptop.

You look at him and groan. “Kookie, I am so stressed out”

He abandons his lax posture against the couch and turns to you, folding one leg under the other and then holding both your hands in his. “Remember that time when I was whining about not wanting to be the captain”

You nod.

“What did you tell me?” he asks with a soft smile

“I told you that things that are worth it take effort and time”

“Exactly. You’ve worked so hard on this. I’ve seen you. I was there every time” he opens his arms and you quickly snuggle against him wrapping your arms around his back. He rests his cheek against the top of your head as he tightens his arms around you. “You can do it”

“How do you always know the right thing to say?” you mumble as you play with the fabric of his shirt.

“Because I love you dumdum” he kisses the top of your head.

“Fine” you pull away and reach for your laptop, dragging it towards yourself while Jeongguk’s arm rests behind you on the sofa and he goes back to watching the game.

You take one look at him-- the way the lights cast shadows on his face, the way his brows are knitted together in concentration as he chews his nails. That is when you know exactly what to say.

> > > > > > >

“Y/N!” you hear Hoseok yelling as he runs into the office. “Holy shit, did you see it?” he looks at you with wide eyes-- enough to make it seem like they’ll pop out any second.

“See what?” your brows crinkle in confusion.

“Oh my god, you have to” he quickly opens up your laptop, turns it towards himself and enters the college website. He navigates to the media page where your profile about Jeongguk is posted titled: Jeon Jeongguk: The Story Untold.

“What is it?” you are very concerned because it is either very good or very bad. You hope its the former not because you care about yourself but because it's Jeongguk. You don’t want his story to receive negative comments and that too because of you-- because of someone he loves.

“It’s doing better than Josh’s profile” Hoseok turns the laptop towards you.

Your mouth opens in surprise and Hoseok watches your reaction with anticipation.There are more than thirty-thousand comments which is crazy because there aren’t even that many students in the college.

“It’s spread beyond the college”

“It's what?” you ogle at him stupidly, unable to control your surprise.

“Yeah! People have shared it on social media. The college is making rounds everywhere. Jeon Jeongguk is the talk of the town right now. Because of you!” he laughs excitedly

You blink profusely unable to comprehend what he’s saying because how can that be when twenty four hours ago you were whining to your boyfriend about it? “I- I- I don’t know what to say”

“Honey!” Hoseok yells out of excitement. “You just wrote the best profile the college has seen in a long while. You have outdone yourself. This isn’t the time for talking, this is a time for celebrating!” Hoseok is smiling so bright and wide that you can’t help but smile as well.

“Holy shit” you giggle as you get up from your chair and hug Hoseok.

He spins you around in his arms further making you giggle.

The door flings open with a thud making you and Hoseok break the hug and turn towards the sound.

“Y/n” Jeongguk stands by the door with the widest grin on his face.

With quick long strides, he walks towards you and captures your lips in a kiss, without saying a single word. All he does is kiss you, and kiss you more, and then some more. You both pull away and you find Jeongguk is positively beaming. Your heart swells with happiness upon seeing him happy.

He cups your cheeks, grin still plastered to his face. “Thank you, my baby doll” he pecks you again.

“What’s going on?”

“Look” he takes out his phone and shows it to you.

It’s an email from a scouting agent which states that one of the teams at the state level is interested in meeting with Jeongguk.

“Oh my god Kookie” your mouth remains agape in surprise. “Holy shit”

“It’s all because of your profile. They saw it, called me and said they are interested”

“That’s amazing!”

You laugh as he wraps his arms around you, lifts you and spins you around in his arms. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you so freaking much y/n” he mumbles against your shoulder as he spins you round and round until you both start to feel a little dizzy. He gently sets you down and without unlocking his arms around you.

“I am happy for you” you smile.

“I could kiss you all day long. That’s how happy I am and it’s ten times better because you made it happen” his bright expression softens as he looks into your eyes. “Thank you again”

“It’s all you Kookie. You worked hard. I just told people your story” you stand on your toes and lay a gentle kiss on his nose which makes him scrunch it as he softly chuckles.

“You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a very very very long time” he kisses your forehead in return and wraps you in a bear hug.

“And you are the best decision I have ever made” you wrap your arms around him, feeling everything all at once-- just like every time he is around you. You don’t think these fuzzy feelings will ever fade in Jeongguk’s presence even fifty years down the road when you’re both too old to jump in each others arms. You don’t think you’ll love anyone else like you love him.

And he wouldn’t give his heart away the same way to anyone the way he’s given it to you-- absolutely, completely, utterly and hopelessly.

Just as you are busy hugging the life out of each other, Hoseok clears his throat to draw your attention to him.

“Forgetting about me already?” he pouts.

You and Jeongguk pull away and chuckle. You run up to Hoseok and tackle him in a hug because if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be with Jeongguk. If he hadn’t pushed you to do the profile you would have missed out on the best thing in your life.

“Alright” Jeongguk interjects and he pulls you and Hoseok away. “That’s enough”

You shake your head at your crazy boyfriend.

As soon as you are out of Hoseok’s embrace, Jeongguk pulls you in a hug by tugging at your arm and wrapping it around his back. You rest your head against the crook of his neck and he rests his cheek against the top of your head and gently sways back and forth.

“Thanks for loving me” he mumbles in that soft gentle voice that always gets to you. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

“Thanks for teaching me how to love you” you tighten your hold around his waist and give a squeeze. Because had it not been for his kindness, his will to work hard, his gentle presence you would never have known the real Jeon Jeongguk. You would have missed out on the best thing in your life. “I love you”

“I love you more” he lays a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he sways you back and forth in his arms.

End

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A/N: Many thank you’s to you if you go to the end. It’s the longest thing I have ever written in my life and it took a lot of hardwork. So please show this fic love by either clicking that heart or reblogging. Thank you so much for reading it! I would love to know your thoughts as always so please do not hesitate to reach out ❤️

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vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

“Shit man, unlucky! Did you end up getting to finish or was she stingy?” Really? Is this how boys regularly talk about the girls they fuck, or is it specially reserved for parties sat with people that really don’t want to fucking hear about e.g me?

“Nah she was decent, gave a good attempt at blowing me until I convinced her to just sit with her mouth open while I jacked myself. I spent enough time eating her out, she owed me that much.” The boys sat around the cocky youngster all hoot with laughter, owls perched on tree branches, and the ones closest lay into him, hitting him good naturedly while they grin and sneer. Boys are fuckin’ gross.

“Are they for real?” Irene whispers, leaning in close until she’s resting back on your shoulder, and you roll your eyes with a huff, reaching out to snatch the last dregs of the Absolut before Yoongi could get a hold of it, and he quickly fixes you with a squinty glare you shamelessly return, emptying the bottle into your cup.

“That was my fuckin’ shot.” He’s still glaring, but there’s really no venom in his voice. Unless the slurring covers it up.

“I’m sat here listening to your little brother talk absolute shit about whatever monster cock he’s dreamt up, so you owe me a little more than a shot of alcohol.” Irene giggles beside you, head tipped back against your shoulder and almost colliding with your jaw, and Yoongi’s expression lightens to a fuzzy grin.

“Oh, you’re not impressed?” You merely raise an eyebrow, lifting your cup to your lips to drain the last of the too-sweet-too-strong mixed drink before promptly flicking the empty plastic towards him, which he essentially ignores other than a further upturn of his lips.

“I need another drink.” You drag yourself from the couch, Irene in tow, and quickly rehydrate yourself.

When you return, your spots been taken by strangers and the boys have disappeared, but you pay it no mind, simply finding somewhere else to sit as you down another cup; this time in peace.

___________

Same day of the week.

Same stupid frat house.

Same old dingy couch.

Same obnoxiously loud dick talk.

Why do you come to Beta Tau’s again?

Oh yeah, free alcohol.

“So she dislocated her jaw?!” You bury your face into Yoongi’s arm, pawing at his jacket as you groan in disgust. He chuckles, taking another drag from the joint perched between his thumb and forefinger, and simply holds the freshly opened bottle of Absolut towards you. It’s Raspberry this time, sweet enough that one swig burns your nose with sugar, but unfortunately it doesn’t burn your eardrums.

“No, no! She thought she did!” Jimin hiccups as he giggles at the absurdity, correcting Hoseok sharply even as he sways from side to side. “Her jaw cracked or something, right Kook?” “Yeah she worked like the head and stuff in, but when she tried to go further her jaw clicked. Nearly bit my dick off but I pulled out pretty quick.” Jungkook is blasé about the whole memory, sipping smoothly from the red cup Jimin hands him and only scrunching his nose momentarily from the toxicity. Now that’s something to impress – Jimin’s drinks are like ingesting straight poison and it’s baffling how one tiny person can devour so much alcohol and not die. “But you didn’t get to try and fuck her?” Namjoon pitches in, lazed back in a random bean bag off to the side as he occasionally dissociates, and you digress Jimin’s probably mixed him a drink or two tonight. “Nah, she skipped out after that like I spooked her. I honestly don’t think she believed it was going to be that big. The mood was kind of killed afterwards anyway, and I ended up levelling up on Overwatch again that night instead so it’s all good.” Jungkook is sporting the same old cocky grin that makes your stomach roll in disgust, and you continue to ignore just how tightly his leather pants are stretched across his thighs. Fuck, I’m hammered. “Damn, Tzuyu’s a looker too. Fuckin’ shame.” “It’s a shame you lot won’t shut the fuck up.” You wish you had the strength to say it loud enough to be heard, but at this stage you’re just tired. Cheek mushed against Min Yoongi’s shoulder as you wave the smoke from his joint out of your eyes, you simply grunt to yourself just loud enough for only the two people next to you to hear. Irene muffles her giggles with a closed fist over her lips whereas Yoongi lets his dry chuckle loose, coughing slightly when the smoke in his throat gets caught and chokes him a little. The cold glass of heavens escape is still cradled against your chest, and you look up to reply to Jimin’s look of desire with an almost predatory scowl and tightening of your hands around the bottle neck, and he sensibly makes no move to take it from you. Maybe one day you’d be able to get through a frat party without the desperate need for more, more, more alcohol. Until then, no one’s getting between you and these bottles you ‘borrow’ off Yoongi once he’s three or four joints in. Bless his heart. __________ “Have you finally managed to get it in yet, Kook?” Jimin cackles as Jungkook settles beside him on the lounge and the rest of the boys break out into laughter loud enough to have your head aching. I’m so not drunk enough for this. “No.” He whines repulsively and reaches a hand down to brace over his crotch, fingers flexing and moulding to his junk. “Worst fuckin’ blue balls I’ve ever had.” “Who was it now?” You could swear these idiots hadn’t eaten in days with how starved they were for Jungkook’s bullshit gossip, and you roll your eyes so hard you swear you glimpse your brain. “Suzy.” Tongue-in-cheek, Jungkook drops the name of his latest ‘attempted’ conquest to a chorus of gasps and you arch a brow. Boys are dumb. “You’re fuckin’ lying!” “Suzy? You’re joking right?” “Mate, she’s untouchable, how the fuck did you get anywhere near her?” Jungkook leans forward with a shrug, sipping from his cup. “Girls talk man.” “So she did it to see if the rumours are true?” This earns another shrug from Jungkook and the way the boys get more and more excited makes heat boil under your skin. How many more times would you be subjected to this? “Guess so, I didn’t exactly ask her.” “Mate, are her tits as perky in person as they always look in those tight tops?” Jungkook grins against the rim of his cup with a quirk of his brow towards Namjoon and it sends the group into another excited fit. “Fuck! But you couldn’t get it in?” He shakes his head. “When I tried she started to tear up and told me she really, really wanted to, but I was gonna tear her pussy if I went any further. Had to stop.” That’s enough. “Oh my god, you’re so full of shit! Will you lot shut the fuck up already!” The words you’d been thinking pointedly towards Jungkook’s forehead burst forth, and if it weren’t for the heavy bass ringing through the house from the next room you could probably have heard crickets from how silent the circle fell. “You don’t believe him?” Jimin leans forward, a soft pink swell to his cheeks from the alcohol as pure entertainment swims in his eyes. “No. I don’t. And I’m sick of sitting here every week listening to the complete bullshit this kid is coughing up. I can’t believe you lot do believe him.” Like a broken faucet, once you start the words just continue to flow out. “He’s lying! He couldn’t possibly have a dick that big. He only brings it up because of the way you all start to jump up and down and beat your chests like a pack of wild gorillas. It’s, quite frankly, sad to watch. Grow up.” Irene is silent on one side of you while Yoongi is soundlessly vibrating with laughter on your other side. You’re panting for air just a little after your rant, and you turn your gaze to Jungkook to find him even more amused than Jimin. “That sounds like a challenge.” Jimin grins wider, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before pushing him as if motioning to stand, but Jungkook stays sitting, vision locked with yours. “Yes it does.” You lift an eyebrow, chin tilting expectantly. He’s full of shit, absolute nonsense, and you don’t believe him for one second. “Go on then, show me I’m wrong.” You gesture towards his lower half and Jungkook laughs indulgently, chuckles being echoing by his harem of ‘bros’ and you clench your jaw. “Out in the open like this, babe? Now I’ve heard some girls are into that but I’ve yet to meet one.” You can feel your eye twitching slightly at his gall, but you swallow down the annoyance as you continue to wait patiently. “If it stings less to only be caught by one person in your lie, we can head up to your room and you can show just me instead, Kook.” The group sat around him ‘oooh’s’ but you suspect it’s not entirely in your favour. Regardless, you stick to your claim and shuffle yourself towards the edge of the couch cushion below you, propping your chin expectantly into your palm and you rest your elbow against your knee. “What are you getting yourself into?” Irene whispers from beside you, but you ignore her, keeping your eyes on the kid in front of you as he continues to sit in silence until you’re convinced. “Thought so-” “Let’s go.” Jungkook downs the rest of his drink as he stands, throwing the empty cup down before tucking his thumbs into the pockets of his incredibly tight leather jeans – you know the pair far too well by this point. Your brows lift in slight surprise momentarily as the boys roar a cheer around the two of you, but the defiant heat in his eyes has your competitive side humming with the need to be right and you’re standing before you can think twice, tugging your skirt down from where it’s ridden up and flipping your hair back behind you. Jungkook doesn’t move to touch you, doesn’t speak, and offers you no more than a tilt of his head before he’s off, winding slowly between dancing bodies and drunken groups of friends towards the staircase. You ignore his hollaring friends and the way Irene gapes at you, the loss of filter that had enabled you to speak up inevitably still driving you, and you quickly slip through the crowd to follow him up the stairs and into the semi quieter hallway. As he trails down the hall, you stare at the back of his head and think back to the first time you met Jungkook. Something like three or four years ago, barely about to be a high school graduate and a least a foot shorter than he is now. Definitely not as broad or as built as he’s become, and it’s almost hard to put the two together as one person. You’re focusing so hard that you almost don’t realise he’s come to a stop in front of you, and you have to catch yourself on the wall to your right before you fall as you stumble to avoid slamming into him, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks lift in amusement even as he hides his smile. “Last chance, babe. You can turn back now and forget about this, or you keep going and leave my room a changed woman.” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows in mild shock. “Yeah, are you done?” He shrugs, stubborn smirk still on his face, and you roll your eyes. “Are we going in or what? I’m not here to be glamoured into sleeping with you, I’m literally just here to catch your ass out. Got it?” “Okay, whatever you say.” Jungkook raises his hands in mock defeat, grinning from ear to ear as he finally turns the knob and opens the door. He leads you inside into darkness, closing the door behind the two of you and completely abolishing the last light source and leaving you blind. A hand against your lower back makes you jump and you almost slap the appendage away before you realise he’s guiding you to the bed. You sit, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and moments later a click sound fills the room with a soft golden glow. Jungkook is surprisingly close, only about a foot away, and with the dimness of the room he looks even broader. “Ready?” He regards you with wide grin and you smirk back, crossing your legs as you lean back onto your hands. “You’re really sticking to this aren’t you?” You have to admit, his commitment to the facade is admirable. “Nothing to stick to other than the cold hard truth. You’re really sticking to the idea that I’m lying? Or was this some sort of grand plan to get into my pants? Because I can assure you, all you had to do was ask.” His eyes rake over you, up your legs and pausing over the short hem of your skirt before trailing up towards the dip in your top. One hand comes to rest over his front and his fingers squeeze confidently, massaging himself in front of you. And liar or not, you couldn’t help but feel yourself start to heat up at his actions. “No grand plan, just purely sick of hearing your bullshit when I’m trying to get drunk and relax.” He laughs at this, and you feel your lips quirk slightly, but you hold your composure. “Maybe I can help you relax then?” He raises an eyebrow in question, taking a step closer and tilting his head as he gazes deep into your eyes. His knees are touching yours now, and you know if you look down there’s a decent chance of seeing his stirring erection. “Maybe you can stop procrastinating so I can be on my merry way back downstairs to disappoint all your friends.” You feel a twinge of annoyance when his expression only turns more amused. “Do those girls know you talk about them like that?” “Does it matter?” His hand drops from his crotch to swing gently at his side, and you force your eyes to hold steady locked with his and not move elsewhere. “Those girls talk about me just as savagely, pick me apart. It’s all part of the game, babe, no need to be so concerned.” You’re about to say more when he suddenly shuffles forward, denim grazing the outsides of your thighs and knees pressing into the bed until he’s straddling you, forcing you to uncross your legs. “You came up here for a reason. Should we cut to the chase?” Your mouth is suddenly dry with his proximity, not expecting him to get so close, but Jungkook seems to take no notice as leans even closer and reaches for your hand. “What are you doing?” Your voice shakes slightly, and you clear your throat quickly as you watch him bring your palm closer to the bump at the front of his jeans. “Don’t you want to feel how big it is?” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in the lamps soft light and he tilts his head just so to watch your expression carefully. You somehow feel quite exposed under his gaze, but your reluctance seems to die on the tip of your tongue as the heat of his body over yours starts to seep into your bones. Jungkook, whilst he is incredibly douchey, somewhat arrogant and entirely too self assured, is still a very handsome young man. And you’re going to continue to blame your raging hormones for the reaction your body is experiencing at the idea of touching him. “I thought you were just going to show me.” His teeth catch his lower lip and he halts the pulling of your hand. “I’m not trying to force you if you’re uncomfortable.” You can’t help but chuckle, discomfort being the furthest thing from your mind. “Don’t tell me you’re still putting it off? You’ve come so far.” His sweet gaze turns deadly, eyes narrowing in to yours, and he releases your hand for a moment to flick open the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down and hooking his thumbs under the waistband to push the tight fabric down to his thighs. Trim, black briefs come into view and this time you let your eyes drop to follow his movements, abandoned hand still sitting loose in your lap just inches from the sizable bump. “Doesn’t seem like anything special to me.” He’s decent, that much you can easily tell just by the sheer bulk of his front, but the size isn’t quite what you’d call impossible and you relax as you take this into account. “I’m not even hard, you’re not exactly making this easy for me.” Jungkook does it again, reaches down to glide his hand over himself before cupping his balls gently, rolling them in his fingers. “It’d go faster if you helped.” You stare up at him for a moment, contemplating while you chew on the inside of your cheek. Basic stubborn insistence had quickly turned into a sudden want and your mind was so hazy it was hard to comprehend what was a rational though versus what was very, very irrational. But you couldn’t care less even if you tried. Placing your hand in his, you sit up straighter and firmly brace yourself on the one hand propped behind you. Jungkook gives you a once over, tightening his grip on your fingers, before pulling your hand gradually closer until your digits meet the soft skin just above his waistband. Fingers firmly locked around the entirety of your wrist, he mimicked his earlier actions on himself, grazing down the thin cotton of his briefs before curling your palm and moulding his cock against your hand. You can feel the way your eyes visibly widen but you manage to catch your lower lip before it can drop open, and your teeth dig almost painfully into the sensitive skin as he pushed himself further into your palm. The tips of your shaky digits are grazing the swell of his head, and your core throbs when you note he’s already a handful and he really isn’t hard – not that it takes him long. Jungkook grinds against your fingers until you gradually take initiative, spreading them even further to cup around the edge of his balls, and his head rolls back as you give him a firm stroke. His dark gaze returns to you, further shadowed with the way his just parted hair falls down and into his gaze, and you automatically press yourself closer to his warmth, thighs coming together beneath him. You’re so in awe, the way his cock continues to grow under each stroke of your fingers making your mouth water, and just when you think he’s done growing under your touch, you feel him harden and thicken a little more. You briefly think back to past moments you’d bothered to glance between his hips, and you’re astounded at the way he’s managed to hide such a large amount of length and girth in such tight pants. And then thinking back to not ten minutes ago, you grow sheepish, almost embarrassed, over your outburst. He must be able to see the realisation in your eyes, as Jungkook’s grin quickly returns, and he bucks his hips even harder against you with a dangerous roll that has even your own hips flexing against the bed below. His hand lifts to glide over your collarbone until he can push your tee collar to the side and follow the curve of your shoulder. He regards you carefully as he leans closer, the heavy scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of raspberry from the vodka on his tongue and even the musky sweetness of the weed he must’ve sampled at some stage throughout the night, all comes together to make your head spin. Your lips part in a gasp when his own finally graze against the dip in your neck, and your fingers twitch to grasp firmly around his shaft as your head tips back, lashes fluttering. Your fingers don’t even touch wrapped around his girth, and your mouth salivates more at the feeling of just how thick and heavy he is in your palm. You’re still in disbelief at the sheer size of him. “Now do you believe me? Or do you wanna see it properly?” The heat of Jungkook’s breath washes over your skin and leaves goose bumps in his wake, a shiver vibrating up your spine. When his lips press open against the softest spot beneath your ear to allow his tongue a leisurely swipe across your skin, your digits curl into his waistband and the sticky slick of his precum slides across your fingertips as they meet his tip. Jungkook hisses in a gasp and the thick thighs planted either side of your waist tense and hold you momentarily hostage, the rippling muscle beneath the leather rolling against your ribs and making you twitch. You pull your dewy fingers from his cock and start to pull the plain briefs down, eager for a first look at his impressive length, and you surely aren’t disappointed. His shirt slightly raised to just above belly button gives you a glance at honeyed skin stretched firm over generous muscle, and the tops of his thighs are just as delectable, thick and meaty with just enough give when your fingers squeeze in. But all of that aside, you’re immediately drawn to the throbbing, dripping tip of his cock as it’s released from his briefs and slapping against his stomach. The lamp light catches on the streak of moisture the weeping of his length leaves shining on his skin, and you swallow reflexively with the want to clean it up with your tongue. What was it about a cock this big that made you lose all inhibitions and let go of your pride? How did he make you lose control so easily? And why does it feel so good? “So, does it live up to your expectations?” Jungkook’s lips quirk on one side and you jump a little when his teeth nip at your sensitive skin. “I-I-” you’re not quite sure what you’re trying to say, and the huff of breath that escapes him is a throaty chuckle, muffled by your neck. “I think you might owe me an apology. You wanna try and show me how sorry you are?” You’re nodding before you can stop yourself, tongue peeking between your lips to moisten them. Jungkook’s hands fly up to press against your shoulders and before you know it, you’re lain back and he’s shuffling further up over you. Taking a firm hold of your wrists, he pulls them down to your sides as he kneels around them and you automatically lift them to press palms against the dips in the backs of his thighs. His belt buckle clinks as he pulls it from the loops of his jeans and it hits the floor with a thud, Jungkook’s shirt quickly following it, and you soon wish your arms weren’t pinned so you could graze his strawberry pink nipples with your fingernails. The leather of his jeans is pulled so far that you’re thinking it might burst, but he lifts one leg to tug the pants from his body, quickly stripping the other as well, and you’re panting below him, eyes greedily absorbing all the freshly exposed skin. The dim glow coats his skin like honey and a light sheen of sweat from the humidity rising in the room shines in the valley of his chest and right along the curve of his brow. To be quite frank he looks fucking delicious and when his fingers twist behind your neck and into the back of your hair, your nails automatically dig into his skin to form crescent moons. “Open wide for me.” Jungkook creeps a hand down to flick over your lower lip, and you’re tempted to chase the digit with your tongue as you comply, lips parting and mouth opening for him. “Little bit more baby, otherwise I won’t fit.” Your jaw, almost pushed to its limits, gives a sharp ache of complaint when you stretch as far as comfortably possible, and your tongue pools with what can only be described as drool when he wraps his long fingers around himself and thrusts into his fist slowly. A bead of precum builds quickly at his tip before gliding smoothly to the underside of his cock and hanging directly above your mouth. You fix your stare on the tiny dew drop, fingers tightening against his skin and he bites down on his lower lip with a smile at the hunger in your gaze. He knew you wanted it. The head of his cock is like velvet, gliding smoothly across your lower lip, and your tongue lifts immediately to greet him as he presses against your mouth. Jungkook moans gently, fingers tugging slightly as he tilts his hips and presses forward harder, and you stretch your lips until the head of his cock glides in and sits heavy on your tongue. You pull him closer by the hands you slide from his thighs to his ass and you groan as he stretches your mouth wide open. “That’s it, just like that.” Jungkook pants above you, moving his hips slowly as he thrusts into your mouth. Your teeth just miss his length as he pulls back further and pushes in harder, and pleased surprise lights up his eyes as he watches more and more of his cock disappear into your mouth. The first nudge of his head finding your throat has you flinching, fingers squeezing his flesh and lashes fluttering as you try your best not to choke. “I’m impressed, you can take more than most.” The glare you send him would be far more threatening if it weren’t for the tears that bud in your eyes, nose sniffling as you try to keep your breathing even when he fastens his pace. Your hands fly from his ass to his hips and you urge him on, pushing yourself past the comfort barrier and down onto his cock as hard as you can. Jungkook cries out in surprise, head falling back as his hips stutter and both hands are soon buried deep into your hair. He pulls from you quite suddenly, still perched above you, and the glossy slick of your saliva and his precum makes him look even more imposing, cock flushed red and rock hard. You gasp for breath, licking the last of his flavour from your lips as you stare silently up at him, and he only pauses for a moment before his composure breaks. Hands hook under your arms and pluck you easily from the bed, throwing you back to land with your head against the pillows, and you can’t help your squeals of surprise when he immediately tugs you down towards him in the opposite direction, sliding into his stomach and pushing your skirt up your hips as he pulls your knees over his shoulders. He doesn’t bat an eye at your cotton panties, simply hooking his finger beneath and pulling them to the side to expose your dripping core. Jungkook has his mouth on you in seconds, greedy moans leaving his lips as he runs his tongue straight up over your folds and comes to a stop on your clit. Rolling his tongue, he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips and catches the skin between his teeth, and your legs immediately attempt to clamp shut around his neck as you cry out, but they don’t get the chance. He pushes your knees up off his shoulders and close to your chest, keeping his lips tightly in place as he rolls your clit against the backs of his teeth. The sharp bite has you arching up into his efforts, grinding your core harder against his tongue until the tip slips deep inside and you completely freeze up, gasping at the sudden intrusion. Fingers twisting painfully into the sheets beside your head, you start to shake with the intense pleasure, and the way you twitch and whimper under his tongue drives him to double his efforts. “God, Jungkook!” Every gasp for air is immediately stolen from your lungs as he pulls moan after moan from your lips. The way he eats you is messy, but the slick that pools in the cleft of your ass and shines on your inner thighs only turns you on more, and the way his lips look so perfectly kissable whilst covered with your wetness makes you positively weak. “Fuck!” He grunts against the innermost part of your thigh when his fingertip glides over your leaking hole, feeling the way it tightens under the barest of touches echoed in his cock as he shamelessly rolls his hips against the bed. You already seem so tight, so small and ready to be ruined and he hasn’t even put anything in yet. “Please!” The absence of his tongue on your clit makes you ache with the need to release and you quickly find yourself begging, one hand falling down to slip between the strands littering his forehead while the other glides across your chest to wrap around one tight rosebud. “Please fuck me with your fingers!” “That’s right, beg for my fingers baby. Tell me how much you want it.” You whine even louder, uncaring of the risk of getting caught by any party goers as you lift your hips to roll against his mouth. “I want it so bad! W-want you to stretch me out for that massive fucking cock!” Jungkook chuckles gently against your hip where he’s pulling the skin between his lips to lift cherry bruises to the surface, and you burn with a blush when he peeks curiously up at you. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, baby.” You pout when he doesn’t follow the urging of your hand in his hair to rewrap his tongue around your core.

“Didn’t take you for such a tease. Thought you wanted me to come up so you could show me that it’s so big it can’t fit inside my pussy.” He nips at your skin a little harder until you yelp but any complaints die on your tongue when he lets a finger graze your entrance, coating it in your slick before slowly easing just the first half inside you. “With a pussy this tight it’s definitely not gonna fit, baby.” His words are muffled as he kisses and licks his way up your body, thumb replacing his tongue and resting just above your clit as he pumps the soaked digit deeper into your walls and once he’s close enough you grab at him, nails finding comfort in the short hairs on his nape as he buries his face into your neck. “Stretch me out then. Get me ready for your cock.” You breathe against his skin, and he shudders with a groan as he finally connects your lips. One finger is easily turned into two and you only give a light gasp in response to the slight stretch. Jungkook curls his fingers now, pressing deep and searching until you buck your hips with a loud cry and press yourself even closer to his chest. Your core starts to tighten, pleasure building and your hips jerk rapidly under his ministrations. The incessant throbbing deep within grows larger and hungrier the harder he grazes against your sweetest spot and soon enough he’s pulling wrecked whimpers from your lips as you buck and grind wildly against his hand. The gush of wetness that signals your orgasm is bordering on excessive, and you can’t help but muffle a scream into the blankets beside your head, recovering from the aftershocks as Jungkook continues to slowly pump his two fingers in and out of your entrance, a third finger grazing just the side of your folds but feeling imposing enough to make your skin burn with nervous excitement. “You want me to stretch you out a little more?” His cock is still there, burning hot and hard as a rock against your hip, and when he pulls the two digits from between your folds to momentarily gaze at the slick coating his hand, a certain heat shining in his eyes, you feel the same heat burning inside your core. “Yes, please!” Fingers glide over your pussy lips before sliding back inside you, and Jungkook is still smirking as he gently presses the third finger to your hole, already coated from your orgasm. It slides in deep along with the others, a delicious burn stretching your entrance but it’s only momentary, the hunger deep within automatically accepting his fingers with the want for even more, and you know you won’t be content until you’ve had his cock – or at least tried to. “Such a good girl.” His praise has you keening, face turning to connect your lips with his until he starts to thrust, pinpointing the tips of his fingers to batter your sensitive walls skilfully, and you quickly bury your face in his neck as you cry out. You’re still so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, and you’re thankful he’s choosing to avoid your clit for the time being. “Please fuck me.” You’re wailing, holding him tightly to you even as you feel yourself start to sweat, skin sticking to skin, and the blood pumping in your veins is like lava. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, the hand not on your pussy wrapped under your shoulder and cupping the back of your neck as he pulls you just as close. “I’m not gonna fit in your tight little pussy baby, not yet.” Somehow his lips are cool as they press to your flushed skin, pouting softly against your cheek and his teeth nip at your skin as he glides down to your jaw. “I may very well rip you in half if I try.” “I don’t care! I want it! Tear my pussy apart, use me please!” You’re getting close again, all semblance of control over your mouth flying out the window as you curl into him, thighs shaking with the effort of not closing them tight around his wrist. Jungkook doesn’t say anything to that, but presses his tongue onto your skin with a deep growl, and he hovers over you quickly, fingers insistent as he pounds into you and the heel of his palm smacks against your clit with each motion. Forced to release your grip on his hair, you grope desperately for something to dig your nails into and soon locate the pillow above you, fabric groaning with protest as you squeeze it between your fingers. “Cum for me.” The thumb of his free hand is lifted to his lips to greet his tongue before he plants the moistened digit against your clit, rolling the sensitive nub nice and hard as he finger fucks you even faster than before, and you’re seeing stars. “Fuck!” Your orgasm is blinding, and you feel your eyes roll back under your lids as you pull the pillow down and sink your teeth into the cotton. Jungkook yanks the corner down so as to see your face and when you finally open your eyes there are tears pouring from the corners. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re clenching your teeth on the pillow and your fingers complain with tiny pangs of pain when you finally straighten them. You hold the cushion there until you can no longer breathe properly and you finally throw it back to the side only to discover the entirety of your lower half is showered in generous drops of liquid, and your face heats when you note the wetness of the comforter beneath you. “So fucking hot.” Jungkook mumbles, drawing your attention back to him, and his very drenched fingers run through the tiny puddles littering your skin. The idea is dirty, the sticky, wet feeling even more so, but it does nothing to assuage the post coital high that’s sunk into your bones. You shiver under his roaming fingertips, and he grins again as your legs vibrate, hooking his hands under your knees and pulling them over his hips. “Are you gonna fuck me now?” You’re still breathing hard, and you cover his hands with yours when they glide over your hips. “You still want more?” He chuckles, thumbs massaging across the soft dip beneath your navel and you squirm in response, the heat of his cock pressed against the back of your thigh reminding you just how long he is. “I want it all.” You roll your hips up and over his cock, and his grip tightens before falling lax and he meets you with a thrust of his own. “Do you think you can take it?” He’s still self indulgently thrusting his cock against your pussy, the underside of his shaft coated in your wetness. “Why don’t you put it in and see for yourself?” You’re talking big, but you still feel a modicum of nerves at the sheer width of his cock, and already feeling the ache from his fingers having stretched you open, you can only imagine what him even just trying to get inside you is going to feel like. “Careful what you’re asking for.” His hands run from your hips up to the bunching fabric where your skirt sits bundled around your stomach. Pulling it down, he snags your panties in the process and strips you of both smoothly before gliding his fingers up to the hem of your shirt and you arch your back to help him as he lifts it up and over your head. Your bra doesn’t stand a chance and soon you’re completely naked in front of him, such stark contrast to less than a minute ago. “You’re very confident in yourself for someone who apparently never actually gets it inside. Is that why you’re so good at the the foreplay?” Jungkook’s hands freeze on your waist, and you hold your breath for a moment as he stares down at you. The heat reigniting in his eyes makes your insides clench and you know he can feel the way your heart batters inside you chest with his hands on your ribs. “Fuck I hope I get it in, gonna make you shut your smart mouth baby.” Hands flip you and you land on your stomach with a squeak of surprise, and Jungkook is none to gentle about the way he lifts your hips into position. The swipe of his tongue across your core catches you even more by surprise and you moan when he soaks you further with his saliva, fingers spreading the mixture of his mouth and your pussy until you feel it gliding in rivulets down your thighs. Catching the drops, he spits noisily into his palm and the slick noise of his hand pumping his length fills the air. You clench in anticipation and he must see the way your hole flutters because he groans, palm catching the swell of your ass with a wet smack before the first brush of his tip meets your core. You gasp as he presses closer, and even just the tip of him is so thick that you start to doubt whether he’s going to fit. He runs the head of his cock up to swirl in your wetness, and you feel your hole release another little gush of moisture as he brushes past your clit. The hand not guiding his cock cups your left ass cheek and pulls it aside to get a clear view of your entrance and he squeezes your flesh with a hiss. “So tight and wet. Can’t wait to fucking wreck you.” You feel the burn before you notice the increase in pressure, and you bury your face in the comforter as he pushes against your entrance. You can feel the way his stickiness mixes with your wet slick and the velvet feel of him brushing against you makes you tighten even further. “Deep breath baby, relax for me.” You do as he says, breathing deeply and focusing on nothing else for a minute, and the slight pop of his tip pushing into your core catches you off guard, and you immediately clench around him, and he swears loudly into your back. “Fuck, holy fuck you’re so tight.” An odd sense of pride is swimming in your blood at just how shaky his voice is, and once again you’re reminded of the things you’d heard him say about the other girls. When was the last time he felt a pussy wrapped around his cock? “Oh my god.” You whimper as he presses forward with an involuntary push of his hips and his fingers glide down your spine as he shushes you gently, ignoring the way even he is out of breath and shaking. The burn continues as he presses forward even more, and you can’t help but lift a hand to hold his hip back from going any further as you gasp for breath. The swell of his shaft just below his tip is the thickest part and you’re being pushed way past your limit. You can feel the heat of his breath on your back and he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade, a gentle kiss following. As the pain starts to dull you carefully draw back before sinking down again, and you can feel the way Jungkook’s hands are shaking from holding himself back. Pleasure blooms along with the burn the next time you sink back, the tip of his cock brushing a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out, nails digging deep into his skin. “How are you so fucking big, oh my god Jungkook.” He laughs a little, kissing your skin again before finally sitting up to watch the way you stretch around his shaft, a thick rivulet of slick dripping down from where the two of you are joined, and he moans breathlessly. “You feel so good, baby.” You moan right back as you swivel your hips, slowly sinking further down his length and each inch you work inside yourself has his fingers tightening and breathing coming faster. But even now you’ve still got at least two inches to go and you’re not sure if you’ll make it all the way, surprised you’d even gotten him inside to begin with. “I can’t believe that fucking thing is going inside me right now.” Jungkook’s hips surge forward and he sinks another inch before hitting your cervix and you arch your back at the sharp spike of pleasure and pain that takes over your body. “J-Jung-ah!” One thrust turns into two and soon enough Jungkook is smoothly gliding in and out of your core, and you can do nothing other than lay with your face buried into the comforter while you bundle the fabric in tightly closed fists. He draws back until just the swell of his head is stretching your hole before sinking back in with a fatal roll of his hips. “So tight, so fucking good baby.” You can hear the strain in his voice, and he gives a slightly higher pitched moan in response to the way you tighten around him. “Your pussy looks so good stuffed full with my cock, does it feel good? Huh?” “Y-Yes!” You sob, the bite of pain as he slams into you as deep as he can only sweetens the pleasure of his tip finding your gspot and tears spring in your eyes as you feel your legs start to shake with every pound. “F-feels so g-good!” “Not talking so much shit now, huh?” His blunt nails bite into the cushiony flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and another smack lights up your skin nice and pink, and you know he can feel that way your walls flutter with every hit. “In fact I think you’re so drunk for my cock you won’t even be able to think up one of your silly insults.” “Ha-ah!” Your cheeks blush pinker than your ass and you try hard to formulate a response but he’s so right. The only thing you can focus on is the delectable way the mix of his precum and your wetness is gradually tickling its way down your inner thighs and the wet smack his balls make on your clit with each stroke. You’ve never been pushed this far, never been filled so good, and you’re starting to feel lightheaded with the sheer amount of conflicting feelings battering your body. “Pussy is so greedy it’s sucking me back in every time I pull out. Are you this hungry for every cock you take?” Jungkook decorates his words with extra deep thrusts and your legs start to give out beneath you, shaking and sliding on the comforter, but he holds you steady regardless. When you don’t answer he creeps a hand between your thighs and lands a decent smack over your clit and you buckle and fall instantly. “Answer me!” “Ah! N-No, only yours! Only your cock!” He lets you flatten over the mattress, following you down easily and planting his hands beside your shoulders. You can feel moisture dripping onto your back, sweat from somewhere on his body, and your tongue starts to crave the salt that’s collecting on his skin. His thighs hold your legs open as he fucks you even harder into the comforter and now you’re well and truly devouring the fabric in an attempt not to scream out loud. “Only my cock?” You mewl a yes and, feeling his breath on the back of your neck, turn your head in an attempt to kiss him, but the way he has you pressed down under the weight of his thrusts makes it impossible. Seeing your struggle, he grinds deep into you for a moment before pulling away, and when his cock slips from your hole a surge of wetness follows him. Gripping your hips again he pulls your tired frame from the bed and up onto your knees again, assisting you to turn over onto your back, and when you’re finally relaxed with your knees hooked up around his waist he covers you with his body and kisses you hard and deep. His tongue glides along yours, sharing the faint taste of your flavour that still lingers in his mouth, and you’re sure he can taste himself as well. Your arms are numb but you lift them anyway, hooking around his neck and holding him to you as he presses fully against you and you love the way his skin slides against yours, sticky and smooth all at once. You can taste the sweat on his upper lip and you follow the flavour down his cheek and under his jaw, lips and tongue sucking hard when he jerks at a particularly sensitive spot, and you can feel the way his neck vibrates when he moans deep. When you release his neck, kissing the bruise you leave behind, you lock eyes with him and your lips part to moan as he slips a couple fingers over your core to test your wetness. “Still so drenched. All for me?” “All for you.” You whisper the words, dry throat protesting while you swallow numbly and Jungkook presses pouted lips to your just for a second and he lines himself back up to your entrance and surges forward again. The second breach of your walls is naturally far easier than before, but the change in position means the way his cock is curved lets his tip hammer straight into your gspot, and you’re instantly arched up and moaning as he thrusts again and again. “F-Fuck yes, right there baby!” You don’t notice that you’re pulling on his hair but he loves it anyway, forearms pressed on either side of your head as he tangles his fingers into your hair and slides his tongue across your parted lower lip. “Right here?” His extra hard roll of his hips against your spot has your nails digging into his shoulders as you gasp for air, and you nod weakly, broken moans escaping as your brows furrow and he knows you’re about to cum again. All for him. “Cum for me baby – will you squirt for me again? I love it when we’re covered in your cum, dirty girl.” You sob, teeth clamping down on your lower lip as tears pour from your eyes, and you can feel your walls tighten with release, and a strong pressure deep inside. “There it is baby.” The first wave of your orgasm hits and your eyes roll back, thighs squeezing him tight, but when you think he’s going to continue to fuck you through it, he pulls out instead and uses the thick head of his cock to rub messily at your clit, and then you feel it. Little drops of release shower over the two of you, and each wave of your orgasm becomes more and more intense as you continue to cum, drenching the both of you and the bed without pause. He only stops when you reach down and grab the hand holding his cock, and you pant for air as your thighs lift and press together, shaking violently. He’s biting his lip, smile tilting the corners of his mouth, and he helps you hold your legs together while you catch your breath, fingers stroking your skin softly. “You good?” You nod, swallowing thickly as the blood rushing between your ears calms and the feeling returns to your fingers and toes, letting your thighs fall open once more. Jungkook immediately leans down to capture your lips, shaft pressing against your folds and soothing the ache in your walls with the pure heat radiating off of his cock. He’s still leaking profusely, precum puddling just below your navel where his head nudges your skin, and you take pity on him, having held himself back to ensure your pleasure. Breaking away from his lips, you let one hand drop to stroke over his cock, and he releases a shuddered breath into your mouth, humming a moan against your cheek when you lift your hips to stroke his tip against your entrance one more time. “Cum in me?” The jerk of his hips as his eyes shoot open in surprise pushes his tip just past your folds and into your heat, and when he pulls back to look at you he’s forced to hold back a moan at the pure unadulterated pleasure on your face. “Oh, fuck yes!” You brace yourself, hands pressed against his chest, as he presses harder and further into your pussy. The stretch is a little tighter, evidence of your recent orgasm, but the lingering wet mess leaves no room for resistance and he slides right in. “I won’t last long.” Voice tight, Jungkook starts to thrust, and the smooth velvet of your walls gliding around his sensitive tip has fire burning in his blood. No longer needing to hold back his orgasm, he relaxes into you, lips caressing your neck and chest pressed against yours, feeling the pebbles of your nipples graze across his skin with every thrust. If he’s honest with himself, he’s wanted you for a long time, and you look even better laid out beneath him like this than he ever could have imagined, your hair fanned out so prettily on his bed and your lips cherry red from the kisses you’ve shared. You pull him even closer as his breath starts to come quicker, hips moving a little clumsy and his fingers tightening in the blanket beside your head, and he swells even more inside you, throbbing as he gets closer and closer to release. With one last burst of energy, Jungkook rears back onto his knees, hands planting on your waist, and speeds up until the only sound either of you can hear is the loud smacking of his hips meeting your ass. Your lashes flutter, core tightening slightly at the discomfort of overstimulation, but it’s all worth it to watch the way his eyes roll back and his lips pout in concentration. He cums surprisingly noisily; sharp, high moans hitched with gasps of pleasure, and you moan in reply as he fucks the first pump of his seed deep inside your core. “Fuck, baby.” He pats your ass as he leans forward to catch your lips, twitching with the last drops of his cum leaking slowly out of your core, before slumping forward to cover your body with his own. You stay there for a moment, enjoying the heat of his body even as the discomfort starts to sink in and the moisture on your skin quickly turns sticky and gross. Jungkook continues to lay over you, relaxing even further to make you grunt under his weight, and you groan when you feel him chuckle, amused by the way you wriggle under him. “Told you it was big.” You snort, punching his side and he dissolves even further into laughter. “Get the fuck off me or I’ll tell everyone the opposite you fuckin’ weeb.” He chuckles, rolling off to the side and finally letting you breathe. You sigh in relief, turning towards him and pulling a pillow down to rest your head upon. “You don’t want people thinking your boyfriend has a little dick, right?” You can’t help but stare at him in shock, eyes wide as you freeze and roll his words over in your mind. “What?” Heat least has the audacity to look sheepish, averting his gaze from you to scratch at the back of his neck. “Y’know… We’ve known each other for ages, and I think you’re great.” You start to relax back onto the bed, a small smile spreading across your face. He’s really quite cute when he gets flustered. “I mean only if you want to, I just thought maybe we could hang out or-” “Jungkook are you… trying to ask me out?” He looks back at you, calming slightly when he notices the smile on your face, and you grin harder when he nods slowly. “You’re such a dork.” Rolling closer, you hook an arm around his neck and pull him closer to plant your lips hard on his, and he makes a noise of surprise before returning your embrace and holding you close with an arm around your waist. “You better stop your shit talking at parties or I’m dropping your nerd ass so quick.” He laughs against your lips, nodding, and you lay your head against his chest, relaxing as his fingers glide up and down your spine, the noise of the party fading into the background.

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