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jikookiekosmos · 4 years ago

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Stay With Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Being married to Jungkook was everything you’d wished for and more. There wasn’t a problem the two of you couldn’t tackle together, and building this life with the person you loved most was all you could ask for. But when a ghost from your past returns and threatens to pull you two apart in whatever way they can, will things still be the same?

➥Genre: established relationship, heavy angst (I’m so sorry), smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~14.2k (more of a one shot than a drabble I know, oops)

Before you continue there are darker themes explored in this drabble; please read at your own risk. Appropriate warnings are listed below.

➥Content Warnings: POV switches, feelings of anxiety from being in danger, jungkook is protective (and for good reason), we see a pissed off hoseok, (tw: harassment, violence, implied/attempted kidnapping, reader gets injured), yoongi & jimin to the rescue (bless them), jungkook is pissed off (again for good reason), jungkook cries, reader also cries, jungkook has feelings of insecurity and not being good enough, they have ✨very emotional sex✨ up against a wall, cursing (fuck is said a lot), slight hair pulling, fingering (very brief), jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), dirty talk, rough sex, cumming inside, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops except there’s a twist this time around

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! However, I would highly recommend reading OFY beforehand so as to better understand the relationships between these characters since there’s a lot of history behind everything that will make more sense. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

The POV switches between the reader and a few of the characters, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold, etc.).

I always do this but thank you to @dntaewithluv for keeping me sane during the writing process and giving me feedback as well as the motivation to continue when I feel discouraged, I love you so much 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

When I Dream Of You - ~1 year after OFY

This fic takes place a few months after the dream drabble. I welcome feedback, so if you ever want to talk to me about my writing, please do! I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @diorkookie @swee3tcreature @sugaslittlekookies @moonchild1 @bangtanhome

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Visiting Jungkook at the bar during his shifts had become one of your favorite pastimes over the last few years. And not just because you got to see him, but also because it gave you a chance to get closer to some of his - and now your - friends as well.

Take tonight for example: you stopped by on your way home from work, and everything happened like it usually did. Jungkook’s smile was typically the first thing to greet you when you walked through the door before he and Jimin got into a playful bickering match about bar duties.

You parked yourself in your usual stool at the bar and watched the scene before you unfold - Jimin tossing one of the bar towels to Jungkook, who caught it with ease, all the while mumbling ‘less distraction and more action, Kook.’ Jungkook slung the towel over his shoulder before making a big show out of walking over to you.

“Hey pretty lady, what can I get for you tonight?” Jungkook’s voice was dripping with charm and it made you giggle. He leaned across the bar, resting his forearms on the wood. Even when he was just standing here in a plain black t-shirt with his dark hair curling in front of his eyes you still thought he was the most ethereal person you’d ever seen.

You hummed. “Hmm, I think I’ll have just a water, thanks.” Jungkook was already moving to fix your beverage before you even finished. “Do you always greet people like this,” you teased him as he sat the glass down in front of you.

He was wiping his hands on the towel still perched on his shoulder. “Nah, I only save it for the special ones. I am a married man, after all.”

You giggled again and he reached further across the bar to give you a quick kiss before being interrupted by Jimin again.

“You two are adorable, I love that, but I really could use some help over here, Kook!”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes before he excused himself to tend to his actual job. You just sat and observed while you drank, looking at him with loving eyes. He was really in his element here and it showed. All his customers were always happy patrons because he treated them all well.

Yeah, everything was playing out as it normally did on nights like these.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was for that to change.

On your way to find Yoongi so you could stop by and chat with him before heading home, you passed by a booth where a few rowdy men were seated. You tried to slip past them and pay them no mind-

-until one of them caught you by the wrist.

You froze. You wondered if maybe this was someone you knew and had possibly offended by not saying hello, but one look at the table let you know you’d never seen these 3 men before in your life.

“Hey, where you off to in a rush, baby?” The pet name made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to just slink away and pretend like this never happened. But it was happening, the man’s tight grip on your wrist a reminder of that.

One of the other booth members spoke up. “Yeah, why not have a seat with us and talk for a bit? You look like you’re in need of some company.”

You shook your head and tried to muster a small smile so you could turn them down easy. You’d read and heard way too often about moments like these that could turn out badly if you acted a certain way.

“No thank you, I was just on my way out,” you hoped that would be the end of it, but the man holding your wrist wasn’t having it. He jerked you down to where you were seated right beside him in the empty space of the booth, making you whimper in pain when you hit the seat hard. His other friends laughed boisterously at your distress.

You situated yourself and looked up to see if you could spot someone, anyone around that you knew. You were unfortunately at the back corner of the bar, since Yoongi’s office was around here.

You tried to get up and make a break for it, but the man pulled you down again. “C’mon sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you. We just wanna talk, that’s all.”

Before you could respond, another voice cut through.

“Hands off,” the voice was low and stern, making all heads at the booth turn. When you looked up you saw Hoseok standing above you, arms crossed and looking pissed.

“Hoseok,” you breathed out, grateful that he was working the floor tonight and had stopped by before the situation escalated.

Hoseok didn’t say another word as his eyes drifted down to you quickly before glaring at the man still holding on to you.

“Lighten up, man, we’re just trying to have some fun-”

“I saw the whole thing and she’s clearly not wanting to engage in your idea of ‘fun’ so again: hands off.” Hoseok’s fingers flexed around his forearm, and apparently that was all the warning they needed.

The man let go of you and shoved you away from him, almost making you fall to the ground if Hoseok hadn’t steadied you. He wrapped an arm around you before calling out.

“Joon, Jin, need a hand here!”

Within seconds, the bodyguards of the establishment - also friends of yours - were at the table, looking as intimidating as ever. The 3 men still seated were starting to look a lot less pleased about the ordeal.

“I think these 3 have had it for the night,” Hoseok stated, starting to walk the both of you away so your friends could work their magic. You looked back at them one last time, just barely catching their interaction, which consisted of Seokjin promptly putting one of the men in his place when he tried to throw a punch.

When Hoseok had you seated in an empty booth at the other end of the bar, he knelt down beside you.

“Hey. You ok?” His voice had lost all its frightening timbre, now laced with nothing but concern. You didn’t realize you were still a little shaky until you noticed yourself trembling. You nodded, the best answer you could give right now.

Hoseok patted your knee before he stood up. “Stay here, I’m going to go get Kook-”

You reached out lightning fast to grab onto his sleeve before you pleaded “Don’t.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What, why not?”

“I don’t- I don’t want him to worry.” You were telling the truth; Jungkook had been on edge lately, and things were finally starting to get somewhat back to normal. If you didn’t have to add to that worry, you didn’t want to.

Hoseok’s frown deepened. “Y/N-”

“There you are!”

That voice that always managed to make your heart flutter only made you panic more in this instance. Jungkook was walking over to your booth quickly with a huge smile on his face, waving to the two of you. Hoseok moved out of the way so Jungkook could see you more, and you tried your best to smile back.

“Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Jungkook addressed you as he pushed his hair out of his face. “I thought you went to go talk to Yoongi, but he said he hadn’t seen you yet.”

“Yeah, I was just on my way, but I ran into Hoseok-”

“Y/N,” Hoseok warned. Jungkook’s smile turned into one of confusion.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook was quick to ask before you could respond. It was then that he fully noticed how you were seated, somewhat curled into yourself.

“You need to tell him,” Hoseok’s eyes were burning into yours, and Jungkook felt a small pit of unease settle in his stomach. He knelt down beside you, similar to how Hoseok had done moments prior.

“Angel, hey, talk to me. What’s this about?” Jungkook took one of your hands in his and shook it slightly before placing a kiss on the back of it.

“It’s nothing, really-”

“Some guy put his hands on her.” Hoseok clearly was over you beating around the bush.

“What,” Jungkook’s tone was slipping into one you didn’t recognize and for good reason: he sounded furious. His hand tightened around yours.

Hoseok nodded, Jungkook’s attention on him now. “Yeah, I’m glad I noticed. Saw some dude grab her wrist and pull her down into the booth with them.”

Jungkook was up on his feet, hand disappearing from yours.

“What the fuck, where did they go,” he started to walk off but Hoseok held him back.

“Joon and Jin already took care of it, don’t worry. But I still just thought you should know.” Hoseok patted Jungkook on the shoulder and you watched as his body, still visibly tense, relaxed somewhat.

“I gotta get back to work, you can take a little time though, yeah?” Hoseok started walking off after giving you one last look, almost as if he was saying sorry but you knew he did the right thing.

Jungkook took a deep breath before finally looking back at you, his face softening instantly. He slid into the seat across from you, placing his palms on the table as he looked down.

“Koo-”

“Are you ok, at least,” his voice was low, but you could still hear it just over the faint tunes of the jukebox.

“I’m fine-”

“Define fine,” he scoffed. It was clear the two of you wouldn’t get anywhere like this, so you did the only thing you could think to do: you reached out and took both his hands in yours.

Jungkook looked up then through the curtain of tresses still falling into his eyes. He sighed.

“Sorry, baby, I know I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s just- with everything we’ve been through with him I can’t help but worry about stuff like this.”

You understood completely because you were in the same boat.

Both of you had recently been experiencing less than pleasant encounters with your ex-fiancé, Kun, who for some reason decided he had a vendetta against the two of you. A vendetta that only got worse when you both made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

The past week had been pretty quiet, but neither of you could shake the awful feeling that Kun wasn’t gone for good. And tonight’s fiasco did nothing to help that.

“Well it’s over now and I’m ok and I didn’t get hurt so let’s try not to focus on it, yeah?” You squeezed his hands for emphasis and he sighed. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to be worried the rest of his shift, and he still had a few hours left.

“Yeah, I’ll try. I’m just so glad Hoseok was around...are you still wanting to talk to Yoongi?”

You nodded, happy to see Jungkook had relaxed some more from when he first sat across from you.

“I’ll take you to his office, then.” Jungkook got up, pulling you with him since his hands were still in yours. When you both were standing, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug.

He looked down at you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Also I hate to ask but do you mind staying until I get done with my shift? I’m not too keen on the idea of you going home alone now with everything-“

You giggled and caressed his cheek. “Of course, Koo. I’ll come sit at the bar when I get done talking to Yoongi.”

Jungkook brushed his nose against yours. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you responded before you reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. His hold around you tightened, and he deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling back.

“Fuck, I forgot I’m at work, I need to be careful when you’re around.” He carded a hand through his hair before shaking his head to let it fall back into place.

You laughed at his flustered nature, feeling a bit flustered yourself at the fact that even now you still had such an effect on each other. “Well we are back here in a dark corner where not many people are around,” you teased.

Jungkook smirked before tickling your sides, making you laugh louder as you squirmed to get away.

“Don’t tempt me. I’d rather not get fired for public indecency if I can help it.”

“Fine, fine, I guess just take me to see Yoongi then,” you pretended to pout and were rewarded with a chuckle. He led you to the back now where Yoongi’s office was at, his hand wrapped around yours while he scanned the bar the whole way there.

When the two of you reached the familiar door, Jungkook gave your hand one last squeeze and kissed your cheek.

“I’ve gotta get back to the bar, just come chill up there when you’re done, yeah?” His eyebrows were slightly furrowed like he was still worried, but your gentle smile helped smooth them out.

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.”

You knocked on the door and after hearing Yoongi’s muffled greeting you opened it to walk through, not sparing another glance at Jungkook.

“Y/N! I was wondering when you might be stopping by.” Yoongi smiled brightly at you, always making you feel welcome no matter the circumstance. You took a seat in your usual spot across from his desk where he was currently reclining in his chair.

“Hey, Yoon. How are things?” It’d been a little while since the two of you had properly caught up since things had been so chaotic lately.

Yoongi shrugged. “Can’t complain. Business is good and we’ve been pulling in more regulars. I’d like to say it’s thanks to Jungkook but don’t tell him I told you that. Kid has a big enough head as it is.”

You couldn’t help the proud grin that stretched across your face. Jungkook had been working hard to help turn the bar into a more welcoming environment and increased his work hours to also assist with some building upgrades Yoongi had been wanting to install for years. Their business had increased exponentially as a result, so you knew Yoongi meant it when he said he had Jungkook to thank.

“I’ll be sure to keep it our little secret,” you brought your hand up to mimic a ‘shh’ expression and Yoongi chuckled.

“Perfect.” He leaned forward then, an elbow resting on his desk and his head supported by his palm. “So tell me: how’s married life?”

“It’s everything I could ever want and more. I can’t say much has changed except the whole ‘legally being bound together’ thing, since we still act the same. It’s just…nice. Really, really nice.” Your gaze drifted down to your wedding ring, and as it was with every other time you saw it, you could feel something akin to butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

Yoongi gave you his trademark lopsided grin. “Glad to hear it. You know, I was always rooting for you two from the start.”

You feigned annoyance, playfully rolling your eyes. “I know, I know, you only tell me every chance you get.” Yoongi never took a liking to your ex-fiancé and had always favored Jungkook, this much you knew. Even before Kun turned into the person he was now, Yoongi never cared for him. And he made sure it was known.

“Have you thought about when you’re going to pop the question?” You decided to switch gears and put him on the spot, giggling at the way he seemed flustered.

“Well I uh, I’ve thought about it I just- it’s hard to figure out the right time, you know? And is she even ready for that, I can’t tell-”

“Min Yoongi, you stop that right now. She is so in love with you that I bet she’s ready for you to ask any day now, just so she can say yes like she’s been wanting to for so long now.” You had spent enough time around Yoongi and his long-term partner to know that the two were head-over-heels for each other, nearly rivaling you and Jungkook in how easy it was to tell.

Yoongi grinned. “You think so, huh?”

“No doubt in my mind. In fact-” you were cut off by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hastily took it out, not sure who could be calling at this hour.

It dawned on you then that you had been expecting a new client to call, and the number on your screen was one you didn’t recognize so you figured it could be them. Your boss had heavily expressed the importance of this client and their business venture they were offering, so without giving it another thought you hopped out of your chair.

“Sorry Yoon, I need to take this real quick. Do you mind if I step out the back door? It shouldn’t take too long.” You were already heading to leave his office, trying to catch the call before it stopped ringing, barely missing his soft “Go ahead.”

You bolted through the back door of the establishment, out into the dimly lit parking lot. As soon as you heard the door shut, you swiftly answered the call.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking, may I ask who’s calling?” You gave your usual greeting for work related or other conversations when you didn’t recognize the number. The silence that you were met with on the other end made a chill run down your spine.

You froze altogether when the other voice spoke.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to answer calls from numbers you don’t know?”

You felt your lower lip tremble. “K-Kun?”

A dark chuckle from the other end of the line. “Missed me, sweetheart?”

‘Just hang up,’ your brain was screaming at you, but you were holding your phone in an iron-tight grip, knuckles taut.

“Leave me alone and never contact me again,” you were finally able to respond, moving your arm to bring your phone down to hang up.

Your phone hit the ground before you got the chance.

Someone had come up behind you and pulled both arms behind your back, a hand coming around to muffle the scream you let out.

“Shhh,” someone whispered beside your ear. “You don’t want to make this harder for yourself, hm?”

That voice, why did you recognize that voice?

The person started dragging you off into one of the darker corners of the parking lot, ignoring your futile attempts to kick and writhe out of their grasp. You continued screaming into their palm but to no avail.

When you reached where they wanted you to be, they let you go and pushed you down onto the ground, causing your back to hit the wall and briefly knock the breath out of you. Before you could pick yourself back up, 2 other shadowy figures blocked your path. There was just enough light for you to finally make out the faces of the 3 people standing over you.

They were the same ones from earlier in the bar, the ones who had harassed you and yanked you down into their booth.

“What do you want,” you sobbed out into the night air. You were too terrified to try screaming again, afraid of what they might do. Especially now that you were across the lot, away from your phone and any chance of contacting someone else. Not to mention the fact that it was loud inside the bar, so screaming wouldn’t do you many favors anyway.

And if someone walked by, nothing would look out of the ordinary since it was just dark enough where you were to obscure the vision of anyone looking from the outside.

Before any of them could answer you, there was another sound you heard faintly in the distance: footsteps.

“Hel-,” you started to cry out, but as if they knew what you were planning, one of the men dropped down and covered your mouth again, now letting you see who was approaching behind them. Your eyes widened in terror as you took in the newcomer’s sinister grin.

You watched as Kun nodded to the other 2 men and they moved aside, while the third one still keeping your mouth covered moved slightly out of the way. Kun knelt down and moved his hand, replacing it with his own before you could scream again.

“Well well, fancy seeing you here.” Kun reached out and caressed your check with the back of his other hand, making you let out a strangled whimper as you tried to move back and away from him. He shook his head at your action and grabbed onto one of your arms now instead, pulling you and himself up in a swift motion.

His grip around your arm was painful, making you wince. Kun either didn’t notice or didn’t care. One look into his eyes was enough to see that the man you’d spent many years of your life with was completely gone with no trace left whatsoever. You didn’t know this person standing in front of you now.

And you didn’t ever want to.

“Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re not gonna scream. Got it? Because if you do,” he moved forward to where his face was inches away from yours now. “I promise this will be so much worse for you. And you know I always keep my promises, don’t you?”

Kun was laughing before you could react at all, knowing good and well he’d broken several promises during your time together. He must have taken your silence as compliance because you could feel his hand relaxing around your face.

“Good girl,” the words made you shudder repulsively, wanting nothing more than for this to be just a terrible figment of your imagination and for you to be back inside at the bar waiting on Jungkook.

Jungkook. The thought of him caused a lump to form in your throat. You had no idea what Kun had planned for you, and that caused your heart to constrict as the vision of Jungkook smiling lovingly at you flashed through your mind.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a tear roll down your cheek. You opened them again once you felt Kun’s hand disappear.

“Ah, so you can take direction well. I guess Jungkook’s trained you somewhat since you’re his bitch now-”

“What do you want,” you asked through gritted teeth. The last thing you wanted to hear come from this man’s mouth was the name of your beloved. You didn’t want him brought up at all, the less this was focused on Jungkook the better.

But, since it was Kun, that obviously didn’t happen.

Kun laughed again, a loud, ugly sound. “What do I want? The same thing I’ve always wanted. Isn’t it obvious?”

The 3 men were crowded around both of you now, and it dawned on you then that they were blocking any means of escape for you. That didn’t bode well for you and you knew it, but you held your ground. You didn’t want to give Kun any more of the upper hand than he already had.

Kun finally dropped his other hand from your arm in favor of now caging you in against the wall. You were trapped even more now, but you just stared back at him, trying your best to look unfazed. Kun dipped his head down and you held your breath.

“What I want,” you could feel him barely hovering over your lips and the feeling made your skin crawl, “is for Jungkook to pay.”

“Pay for what,” you couldn’t help your annoyed tone. Kun’s obsession with Jungkook and ‘coming out on top’ – whatever that even meant, you weren’t entirely sure – had gotten old and you were beyond sick of it. “He owes you nothing, we owe you nothing.”

Kun hummed and shook his head, his nose almost brushing against yours, but you turned your head and let it graze against your cheek.

”I don’t think you get to decide that, not in the position you’re in, anyway. You see, I’m tired of seeing Jungkook get literally everything handed to him without trying-”

“Jungkook has worked hard for everything he has, something you wouldn’t know about,” you spat back. Kun was right, you were certainly in no position to be talking back right now, but you wouldn’t stand idly by while he slandered Jungkook just because he felt like it. “You’ve always been jealous of him-”

“Shut up, shut up!” Kun snarled, all but yelling in your face before he grabbed you by the jaw. You grimaced from the pain of it, a sound something like a scream starting but dying in your throat.

“You fucking infuriate me sometimes, you know that? I can’t believe I wasted so many years with you.” His grip around your jaw tightened as he finished talking, making it almost too hard for you to respond.

“Likewise,” you managed to get out, not being able to help the sob you let out when he squeezed more.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kun’s face stretched into that evil, Cheshire-like grin and for the first time that night you felt genuinely horrified about what his true intentions might be. “I’m not concerned with you or how you feel.”

Kun finally let go of your jaw and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. He grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you closer, knocking you off balance and unfortunately causing you to brace yourself against his chest.

He hugged you to him and whispered in your ear: “What I do care about is seeing Jungkook’s reaction when his precious wife is suddenly nowhere to be found.”

That kicked you into fight or flight mode, eyes widening and mouth opening to scream as you flailed your hands around. Your flailing did little to help you because Kun was already dragging you alongside him away from the wall, still holding you close.

“Let me go, you psycho!” you screamed, only causing him to turn you around and put a hand over your mouth again while his other arm held you firm against his torso.

“One of you bring the car around,” Kun ordered, and you saw one of the men dashing away. As you were pulled further away from the bar, your vision was clouded with a film of tears and your muffled sobs were hidden behind Kun’s hand. You were no match for his strength, and he proved it because he was literally dragging you across the concrete despite you being so uncooperative. Gentle raindrops had just started falling from the sky, further impairing your vision.

It was then that you heard a pained grunt followed by a thud coming from a little further away, in the direction the other man had ran off to. You tried to focus your eyes to see what was happening when the next sound that graced your ears was fast footsteps as they pounded against the pavement.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!”

A familiar voice made you cry out with joy and fight harder against Kun.

“Yoongi,” you cried out, still muffled but enough to draw his attention to your face now. He was running toward Kun fast, and when he saw the position you were in, he sped up, determined to free you by any means necessary.

You briefly worried about the other men behind him, until you saw that another was already knocked down and someone else – you thought it might be Jimin – was currently fighting with the third man. While your attention was on them, you didn’t register Kun tossing you aside until it was too late.

You slipped on the now wet pavement and fell down, barely able to brace yourself for the impact in time. Your earlier vision of Jungkook smiling was the last thing to flash through your mind before your head hit the ground.

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Yoongi glanced at his watch for the second time. It’d been about 10 minutes since you stepped outside to take your phone call, and he figured it had to have been important if you were still outside.

As he was wondering whether or not to call you himself to see if everything was alright, Jimin stuck his head inside the office, peeking around the door. “Hey boss, is Y/N around?”

Yoongi sat up straight. “Yeah, she stepped outside to take a call but it’s been a few minutes. Why?”

Jimin’s face blanched. “She went alone?”

“Yeah... Jimin’s what’s going on?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “It’s probably nothing, but earlier there were some guys that straight up harassed her. They were thrown out but-“

Yoongi held a hand up. “Wait. Pause. Someone harassed her? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

Jimin had stepped fully into the room now, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked at the ground. “Well it wasn’t that long ago, so maybe nobody had the chance yet.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Does Jungkook know?”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, he’s the one who asked me to come check on her without being too obvious about it. I think the whole thing has him spooked.”

Yoongi didn’t like the feeling that was slowly creeping up on him. He dialed your number and put the receiver to his ear, hoping to hear a busy signal on the other end.

When he was met with a series of rings, his heart started beating faster. He was up and out of his chair fully by the time he heard your voicemail greeting.

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud to no one in particular. He was jogging over to the back door, a confused Jimin following close behind.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Not now, Jimin.” He picked up his pace, feeling his chest tighten as he approached the door. He was hoping that when he opened it you would be on the other side, because maybe you just lost track of time and your phone was on silent.

Wishful thinking helps in times of peril, right?

Yoongi pushed the door open quickly, letting it bang against the side of the bar. You were nowhere in sight, his eyes frantically searching through the lot for a trace of you.

What he was met with, though, was instead the sight of 3 - maybe 4? - dark figures across the lot, huddled in a suspicious way. His heart dropped to his stomach.

He started running, not knowing what would meet him when he did, but not caring either. As he approached, one of the figures tried to block him. He took them down easily with a single punch, making them groan in pain as their body connected with the ground. Yoongi never stopped running for even a moment.

His heart wrenched when his vision finally adjusted enough to the darkness outside and he could see you and exactly who was holding you.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” He shouted as he continued running, getting ready to barrel into Kun at any moment.

Hearing your faint cry of his name only made him go faster when his eyes landed on your horrified face.

It was raining now but Yoongi wouldn’t let that stop him from saving you. What he didn’t anticipate was for Kun to throw you in the opposite direction, making him conflicted about who to go after now. He settled for pursuing Kun still, finally reaching him and grabbing him by the shirt.

“What the actual fuck is your problem,” Yoongi yelled in Kun’s face. Kun brought his hands up to try and tear Yoongi’s away, but they wouldn’t budge.

Kun stopped trying to fight back and smiled at Yoongi, making a fresh wave of disgust cascade over him. When Kun spoke, his voice had a calm edge to it. “I’ll just keep coming back, no matter how many times you and those idiots in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of the bar, “try to keep me away.”

Yoongi quickly spun Kun around and forced him to the ground, keeping his hands behind his back and not giving him a way to escape. “Jimin, call the cops,” he called over his shoulder before leaning closer to Kun’s face. “We may not be able to keep you away, but they certainly can with all the dirt we have on you.”

Kun chuckled slightly before grimacing when Yoongi twisted his arm further. “You know,” he huffed out, “Y/N was pretty off balance when I threw her earlier.”

Yoongi stilled. He realized that Kun was trying to distract him by making him worry about you, and unfortunately for Yoongi it was working. Especially when his eyes fell on your unmoving figure several feet away, lying on your side.

“Shit,” he jumped up and ran over to you, completely abandoning Kun, beyond caring at that point. He knelt down and turned you over. He swallowed when he saw the way your arm landed limply on the ground beside him. He embraced your upper body within his arms, shaking you a little.

“Y/N, hey, wake up,” he begged. He could feel that you were still breathing, but it was very evident your fall had knocked you out. And Yoongi knew there was no telling what happened before he even got to you, so he had no clue how injured you might actually be.

He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, splashing against the puddles that were starting to form in the parking lot. He didn’t have to look up to know it was Jimin, since the other man was calling out his name before he got there.

“Yoongi, I called them, they said – wait where did he go?” Jimin was standing over Yoongi now, looking from one area of the parking lot to the other, but Kun was nowhere in sight. “Did you let him leave?”

Yoongi’s silence prompted Jimin to finally look down and his mouth dropped open as he himself dropped to kneel next to Yoongi.

“Holy shit, what happened,” Jimin reached out to gingerly touch your arm, frown deepening when he got no response from you.

“She probably hit her head when that bastard threw her earlier. She’s just knocked out, I think,” Yoongi’s voice was lined with unbridled anger. “Go see if you can find Jin since he’s the closest thing we have to a medic right now. And get Kook.”

Jimin nodded and without another word took off toward the bar. Yoongi couldn’t fathom how Jungkook would react but he knew it wouldn’t be good. As he waited, he held you closer, trying to shield you from the rain.

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Jungkook’s fingers were drumming against the bar absentmindedly as he listened to one of his regular patrons drone on about their week as they usually did on nights like tonight. He was genuinely trying to focus on what they were saying, truly he was, but his mind had been so muddled ever since the incident earlier that he found it hard to think about anything else.

Which is exactly why he had asked Jimin to casually check in on you and Yoongi.

It’d been a few minutes and Jimin still wasn’t back; Jungkook hoped that they were all 3 chatting and Jimin was just taking his time. He did want him to be inconspicuous about it, after all.

His patron finally excused themselves to go to the restroom, and Jungkook offered them a soft smile. For a second, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and try to push any lingering negative thoughts out of his mind so he could make it through the rest of his shift.

Jungkook should’ve known better than to hope for a moment’s peace.

He heard Jimin before he saw him, colliding with the other end of the bar. Jungkook cautiously started walking over to him, trying to ignore the heavy feeling that settled over his body like a suffocating blanket.

“Kook,” Jimin panted, “we need you. Now.”

The expression on Jimin’s face and the urgency of his voice made Jungkook’s blood run cold. He wasted no time in leaving the bar as he followed Jimin, nearly running him over when Jimin stopped once they were outside. As his sight adjusted to the drizzling rain, he saw something that made him run as fast as he could before eventually falling to his knees, panic seizing his heart.

“No. No no no no no,” Jungkook was chanting over and over as he stared at you, huddled against Yoongi as he held you close. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving.

Jungkook’s hands were shaking, and he could feel his lips quivering. Yoongi stared at Jungkook somberly before gentle passing you over to him.

He immediately drew you to him, burying your face in his chest while he cradled the back of your head with his palm.

The rain started pouring down harder now and he knew it was pelting against his back, cold and wet enough to chill him to the bone. But Jungkook felt nothing. There was nothing but numbness as he continued to rock you gently in his arms and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey angel, I’m here,” his voice was unsteady. “It’s me, baby, I’ve got you. You’re gonna be ok,” his arm that was wrapped around your back tightened its hold on you and he placed his head in the crook of your neck. You still didn’t rouse, no matter what he tried, and his shoulders started to shake.

“Kook-” Yoongi had to talk loud to be heard over the sudden downpour. “We need to get her inside.” He tried reaching out to touch Jungkook’s arm but Jungkook flinched away, embracing you even tighter now as if he was trying to protect you from anything and everything.

He just wanted to protect you. And the fact that he had failed was currently eating him alive with regret.

Yoongi sighed but tried again. “Jungkook,” he said it softer this time but still loud enough, “let’s take her inside. You don’t want her to get sick.”

At the mention of your well-being potentially suffering further damage, Jungkook started to somewhat come back to his senses. He held you tight and stood up with a little help from Yoongi, making sure to keep you as close to his chest as possible so you wouldn’t get soaked and because right now, he needed you near.

When the 3 of you were inside, Yoongi ushered you all into his office since there was a small couch in there were you could lie down. Jungkook placed you as gently as possible on the couch, feeling his heart break piece by piece every second you remained unmoving. The only thing that could offer him solace was the faint rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

He dropped to sit on the floor beside the couch, holding one of your hands in his while he used his other one to brush some of your wet hair out of your face. He leaned his forehead against the arm of the couch and inhaled shakily.

Yoongi was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, looking at the two of you. Jungkook appreciated Yoongi for giving him time to try and calm down before talking again.

“What happened,” Jungkook managed to croak after a minute or so had passed.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Kun was here.”

Jungkook whipped his head around fast, his hair splaying water droplets on the couch. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears, and Yoongi had never seen him look so angry.

He’d never seen Jungkook look so hurt.

“Kun did this to her,” Jungkook asked, tone low and dark, but it came out more as a statement because he already knew. He could tell by the angered inflection in Yoongi’s voice when he mentioned Kun.

Yoongi nodded. “Unfortunately. When I first made it outside, he was holding onto her, dragging her away-”

“Dragging her where,” his hand that was holding yours involuntarily squeezed harder.

Yoongi shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it looked like he was trying to take her to a car…”

Jungkook didn’t miss the way he trailed off. He waited for Yoongi to collect his thoughts.

“Jungkook, I- I think he may have been trying to abduct her.”

Jungkook felt like the room had suddenly tilted. The idea of that – God, the idea of anything remotely close to that – made him feel violently ill.

He looked at your face then, noticing how it wasn’t scrunched up in pain; you actually looked quite peaceful despite the circumstances, almost like you were simply in a deep slumber. He tried hard to swallow around the ever-growing lump that was still forming in his throat when he brushed his fingertips along the length of your arm.

You were here, physically here. He could see you and he could touch you. Yoongi had saved you in time before you had been whisked away to who knows where. The fact that Kun had even dared to try to take you away… the possibility of you being gone and Jungkook not knowing where you had been taken to or if he’d ever see you again-

It made Jungkook see red.

This isn’t the life he wanted for you. He never wanted you to have to look over your shoulder in fear at the idea of someone following you, like you’d been doing the last several weeks. He never ever wanted you to get hurt, especially in such a way as this.

He could feel anger flowing through his veins, seeping into his bones and consuming him, with the only thing able to ground him right now being the feeling of your soft hand enveloped by his own.

Yoongi was saying more but Jungkook couldn’t make it out over his own voice screaming at him inside his head. His mind was waging a war with itself, questioning so many things-

Was he really the best person for you?

Was there someone out there who could protect you, who could keep you safe in ways he couldn’t?

…

Would loving you be enough if he could never fully promise you peace?

What if-

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s stern voice cut through the thick fog of his mind and Jungkook shook his head to try clear it completely. He focused his attention on his friend that was now staring at him, sporting a frown on his face full of concern.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Jungkook gulped. “Honestly? No.”

Yoongi’s frown intensified. “Kook-”

“Don’t, just- please repeat it. Please.”

Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he continued. “I was saying that Kun threw her to the ground and that’s how she hit her head.”

Jungkook’s unoccupied hand balled into a fist and he clenched his jaw. Yoongi could see him tense up but continued speaking.

“I asked Jimin to fetch Jin seeing as he’s had more medical training than any of us and I figured it’d be better than waiting on an ambulance.”

He had barely gotten the last word out before there was hurried knocking on the door. Yoongi walked over to the door quickly to open it, and Jin rushed in without a moment’s hesitation.

“Sorry it took so long, I needed to get supplies.” He made his way to the couch, crouching down in front of it next to Jungkook. He placed the bag he was carrying down onto the ground beside him as he started sifting through it to find other things he needed. Jungkook watched Jin without really seeing him, flinching a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Kook,” Yoongi said softly as Jungkook looked up at him. “We need to let Jin look at her. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder before walking away, and Jungkook knew Yoongi expected him to follow him.

Jungkook also knew Yoongi was right, and he needed to let Jin get to work. He hated the thought of leaving you, but he knew he wasn’t going far. In fact, he wasn’t even going to leave the room, and if he was encouraged to, well-

There wasn’t anything anyone could do to make him leave that room short of physically removing him themselves. And with how wound up Jungkook was about this entire situation, that wouldn’t be an easy feat by any means.

Thankfully, Yoongi didn’t ask him to leave, opting instead to offer him his office chair. Jungkook graciously accepted the offer and sat down, briefly observing how Jin carefully examined you from across the room before he placed his head in his hands.

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Some time passed before Jungkook felt like he could properly breathe again. And he was only feeling like that now because you had finally started to stir.

As soon as the faintest noise was heard from you, Jungkook was out of his seat and in front of the couch again.

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the light by blinking a few times. After doing this, you tilted your head to the side and your eyes landed on Jungkook. He inhaled sharply, feeling like he might break apart when you gave him the sweetest smile.

“Koo,” you breathed out softly as your hand reached up to caress his cheek. He vaguely heard Jin telling Yoongi something about you still having decent control over your motor skills being a good sign, but right now all his focus was on you specifically.

Well, he was also focusing on not having a breakdown, but you were most important.

His hand came up to cover yours that was still on his face and for the first time in what felt like ages, his lips curved upward into a smile.

“Hey, angel,” he responded. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well, my head hurts but otherwise I’m fine? A little sore, though-”

“That’s probably from your fall earlier,” Jin interrupted, pulling your attention back to him. You looked at him, bewildered.

“I fell? When did I fall?”

Yoongi and Jungkook shared a look then, and Jungkook would be lying if he said you not remembering what happened didn’t worry him.

It worried him a lot, actually.

Jin hummed. “We can talk about it later. I need to examine you now though, ok? Make sure you don’t have any signs of a concussion or something else.”

The scared look on your face made Jungkook’s chest tighten.

“O-ok, yeah, sure. Do whatever you need to,” you said as you tried to sit up straight, Jungkook and Jin both helping to steady you as you did.

It didn’t take long for Jin to conduct his examination. While he was checking you over, Yoongi relayed the events from earlier to you and Jungkook observed as the look in your eyes switched from one of confusion to one of horror the more Yoongi went on.

“I-I remember now. Right before you came out there, Kun told me-” you trailed off, speaking to Yoongi but looking over at Jungkook now. His heart started beating painfully when you paused.

“What did he tell you, baby?”

You inhaled unevenly, the sight tearing Jungkook up even more on the inside. “He told me that he wanted to see your reaction when I was nowhere to be found.”

This time, he swore his heart stopped.

So Kun had not only planned to take you away, but he wanted to make sure you couldn’t be found?

Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that if he ever saw Kun again, he’d-

“Koo?”

Your pleading tone made Jungkook’s eyes snap back up to your face. You were trying to give him a small smile, but he could still see the fear lying behind your eyes.

“It’s going to be ok,” you attempted to reassure him. “Don’t worry.”

Jungkook had no idea how you could sit here an expect him not to worry but he didn’t want to fight you on it. You’d both had enough excitement for one night so all he did was nod and hope that would suffice for now.

His mind was starting to race again with the same kind of thoughts he had earlier, plaguing him with questions he didn’t know the answers to.

Frankly, he didn’t even know if he wanted the answers either.

Jin stood up from where he was seated on the floor, straightening himself up and stretching his long limbs. “She’s going to be fine. Just keep an eye on her for the next few days, but I don’t see anything to be alarmed about. If anything changes, you can call me but also if you’re more comfortable going to a hospital, that’s fine too. I won’t be offended.”

Jungkook smiled at his eldest friend. “Thank you, Jin. Seriously, thank you.”

Jin nodded, offering a warm smile to you before exiting the room.

Yoongi walked over to the couch and ruffled your hair. Jungkook watched the exchange with fondness, seeing two of the people he cared about most in the world also caring for each other.

“I’m so glad you’re ok,” Yoongi said, sounding utterly tired. You thanked him again for what he had done, and Jungkook left the two of you alone momentarily so he could check on Jimin and Hoseok at the bar. They entertained him for all of maybe 5 seconds before shooing him away, assuring him that they could handle things and that he should just take you home and be with you right now.

Jungkook thought nothing sounded better.

When he made it back to Yoongi’s office, he saw that you were now sitting on the armrest of the couch. Yoongi must have helped you get up from the couch, seeing as he was standing beside you, and Jungkook strode over to take his place now with an arm around your waist. Yoongi didn’t say anything about him leaving other than to wish you both a goodnight and that he would talk to Jungkook later.

Jungkook helped you walk to the car, not letting you go for even a fraction of a second, despite your teasing him about being able to walk on your own. Be that as it may, he still wouldn’t let go, because the truth of the matter was he was just too scared to.

It wasn’t until you were both in the car riding home that Jungkook let those negative thoughts devour him once more.

And this time, they were almost impossible to shake away.

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When both of you finally arrived home, Jungkook opened the door and surveyed the room before letting you go inside. You knew his paranoia was at an all-time high right now and frankly you couldn’t blame him; you were still really unsettled, too.

But you were more of the mindset that it’s in the past now and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. You never liked to dwell too long on things and Jungkook was becoming better about that as well.

You weren’t sure if it’d be that easy this time, though.

He’d barely said a word to you the whole ride home, and even now as you were both standing by the front door while he locked it, he was still eerily quiet. Once it was sufficiently locked enough by Jungkook’s standards, he gave you one last look before he started walking down the hallway. You frowned and followed him.

“Koo?”

No response.

“Baby? Talk to me.” It looked like he was trying to go to the kitchen, but it was still dark in the house since he’d barely turned on any of the lights, so you weren’t sure. Still no answer.

“Jungkook.” You called out sternly this time and just barely spotted him as he disappeared into the kitchen. When he heard you walk in, he finally spoke.

“You should eat something, what do you want?”

His voice broke your heart.

“I’m not hungry-”

“You can go lay down, Jin said you didn’t have a concussion so it should be fine. I can bring some food up for you.” He was leaning against the counter in front of the sink, his back turned to you and his head hanging somewhat.

He sounded not at all like himself, and it scared you. Not in the way that you were scared of him, but you were scared because you didn’t know what to do.

Talking was obviously getting you nowhere, so you instead walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, placing your cheek against his back. He flinched.

“Baby, please,” his voice sounded like it was breaking so you just held him tighter, hoping he could feel your love from the way you embraced him as if you never wanted to let him go.

“Koo, I need you to talk to me. I need to know what’s wrong-”

“What’s wrong is me,” he gritted out, tone louder than before and it made you jump. He then released himself from your arms and tried to walk away.

“Jungkook, wait,” you scrambled to go after him, catching him before he could disappear into another room, this time turning him around to face you. He was leaning against the wall and didn’t try to move past you anymore, but he avoided your gaze.

“Koo, look at me,” you stressed, ducking down to peek up at him. He finally raised his head so you could look into his eyes at a normal level. You noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes, and it nearly made you start crying yourself.

Jungkook never hid his vulnerability from you, he never hid anything from you. But even so, it was still a rare sight to see him cry.

“Why do you want to be around me right now,” he questioned, voice wavering and you recognized the sound. He was trying to hold himself back from crying.

“Koo, what do you mean, why wouldn’t I want to be around you? I love you-”

“I couldn’t protect you,” his voice rose in pitch, not to talk over you but because he was just so upset. “I couldn’t save you, I wasn’t around to help you- God, baby, you got fucking attacked and I wasn’t there.”

He was trembling and you tried to steady him by placing your hands on his shoulders. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, and they were bound to start pooling in your own eyes any second.

“None of that is your fault,” you emphasized your words by squeezing his shoulders. “Ok? No one could have predicted what that psycho was gonna do, not you, not me, not Yoongi, nobody.”

“For fuck’s sake, he almost kidnapped you-”

“But he didn’t and I’m here.” You brushed his cheek to wipe some of the tears away and he choked back a sob. “I’m here, with you, and that’s what matters.”

“I could have lost you,” he said it just above a whisper as you moved to brush the tears away from his other cheek.

You blinked back your own tears. “You didn’t lose me.”

“But I could have. We have no idea what the fuck he’s capable of and just- every time I think about what might have happened if no one got to you in time, I start to lose my mind.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips, heart lurching when he actually kissed you back and his hands found purchase on your waist as they usually did.

“You didn’t lose me. You have me. All of me. I’m right here,” you kissed him once more. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jungkook let out a sob as he pulled you closer, nearly crushing you with his embrace. You ran your hand through his hair to try and soothe him when he leaned his forehead on your shoulder.

“I was so fucking scared,” he said against your skin. “So terrified. I love you so much,” a tender kiss was placed on the side of your neck now, and you could feel his lips still trembling.

“I love you,” your response prompted another small sob from him, “I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world and I’ll show you that everyday for the rest of my life, as long as you let me.”

“Baby-” Jungkook’s voice cracked with so much raw emotion and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You were determined to show him your conviction behind your statement, so with your hand still buried in his hair, you pulled him down to your level once more as you crashed your lips together.

You’d never felt anything quite like the emotions that coursed through you every single time you kissed Jungkook. It didn’t matter if it was the cute good morning kisses upon waking up, the silly, laughter-filled ones that happened in the midst of playing around, or the intense ones bursting with passion that always led to something more. Each one was different and better than the last, and it was like a language between you both filled with unspoken words that demonstrated exactly what you felt.

This was one of the many ways the two of your expressed your devotion to one another, through an action as simple as kissing yet the feelings it always evoked inside of you were anything but. And even during times like tonight when you’d both endured something extremely emotional, you could still find comfort in each other through these gestures.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting breathlessly, and Jungkook rested his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, baby,” Jungkook breathed, voice somewhat raspy. His fingers had started gripping your waist harder during the exchange, but you felt them start to loosen.

That was most definitely something you didn’t want, so you placed your hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eyes.

“Koo,” you spoke softly, cautiously, as if you were testing the waters. “Can I give you all of me?”

His eyes sparkled with the realization of what you were implying, and for a moment you wondered if he would reject you. And if he did, that would be completely fine with you because his comfort mattered most of all to you right now, as it always did. Tonight had been a lot to deal with and you weren’t sure what mindset he would be in about this sort of thing-

That thought remained unfinished in your mind as Jungkook captured your lips again and all other rational thought went out the window. All you could focus on now was how Jungkook’s body felt melded up against yours, how his mouth was exploring yours like he’d done so many times before, how his fingers dug into your skin like he was afraid to let you go.

You jumped up and Jungkook wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while he turned you around so that your back was against the wall. You heard a low groan come from him as you intensified the kiss before he pulled away.

“Angel, are you sure about this?” He was holding you up with help from the wall, hands placed on your thighs just underneath your ass. Your hand was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck since you knew how much he loved that. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you-”

“Koo, I’m fine. I feel fine and I’m not in pain. I promise. I want this. I want you,” you gave him another searing kiss that you felt yourself melting into. “But only if you want it too.”

Jungkook’s next kiss knocked the breath out of you and he swallowed the surprised whimper you let out. “Of course, baby. I always want you.”

His words never failed to make you feel warm all over, with love and adoration as well as arousal. Right now, you were feeling all of these things as he situated your legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.

“Do you want to do this here,” he panted as his eyes met yours again. You could tell he was getting worked up just having you like this here against the wall, so you wasted no time answering him.

“Yes Koo, please,” you urged him to continue. “Wanna feel you close. Don’t wanna wait.”

“Fuck, I mean, I could take us upstairs-” his words ended with a grunt as you drew him closer by wrapping your legs tighter around him, making him grind against you. His head dipped down to rest against your shoulder as he let out shallow breaths, his fingers threatening to make indentations in your skin.

In a somewhat frenzied manner, Jungkook put you back down on your feet so the both of you could remove your clothes, too impatient to take everything off and only getting rid of what was necessary. When both of your lower halves were bare, he secured you around his waist once more, his length rapidly hardening against your now naked thigh.

You reached in between the two of you to wrap your hand around him, and the feeling was enough to have him inhaling sharply before he kissed you with a newfound urgency. You could tell by the way he was moaning against your mouth that your teasing caresses were working and within no time he was ready. You let out a stuttered moan when Jungkook’s long fingers disappeared inside of you so he could make sure you were stretched enough.

When he deemed you prepped enough – and when you started rocking against his fingers with impatient whimpers – he withdrew so he could line himself up with you. Your already soaked folds were threatening to pull him in, and it was almost too much for him to handle in his heightened emotional state.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, as he always did. The stretch made you lean your head back against the wall, his soft curses only spurring you on even more. On other nights you might would try to coax him to be a little rougher because you knew you could take it, but tonight you weren’t in a rush for anything, and neither was he. Tonight was about you two being together as one, relishing the way you shared this connection with each other and conveying it through this intimate act.

Both of you sighed in pleasure when Jungkook bottomed out, finally experiencing that complete closeness the two of you craved more than anything else right now. His hands gripped your ass firmly to start moving you up and down his length in slow, steady strokes. He didn’t want to take things fast or go hard tonight – he just wanted to enjoy this feeling, having you so close and yet still wanting to pull you impossibly closer.

The feeling of your warmth around him mixed with the tousling of your hands in his hair was driving him crazy. Every touch from you, no matter how small, always ignited something within him that he couldn’t explain. He was so unapologetically, wholeheartedly in love with you.

And he’d just come so close to losing you.

Pain twisted his heart as he stared at you, watching your face scrunch up in the most beautiful way. Your head was tilted back with your eyes crinkled shut while his name was falling from your lips in hushed whispers. Each thrust was pushing you further up the wall before he would bring you back down again, and your arms wound themselves around his neck to help anchor yourself further.

You looked ethereal, and Jungkook was trying so hard to focus on you and not the negative thoughts that were once again settling uncomfortably in his mind. His body was fighting itself on whether he should succumb to the pleasure he was feeling or if he should submit to the dark cloud blanketing his mind.

His change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook continued to move inside of you, keeping a consistent pace, but something wasn’t right. He was looking at you, but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a pained expression on his face, and that’s what kicked your own worry into gear.

“Koo, baby, hey what’s wrong?” You held his face in both of your hands and watched as he crumbled underneath your touch. He had slid his hands up to rest against your back now in an attempt to embrace you further, hands trapped in between you and the wall.

You almost started panicking when you saw the tears start to brim in his eyes again.

“I just-” he choked on a cry and your heart wrenched at the sound, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” He was still moving but his pace had slowed down to a near stop.

“Thinking about what?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know but you needed him to talk to you.

“Thinking about losing you, I can’t-”

His hands reached up higher to grasp onto your shirt you were still wearing, clenching the fabric in his fists as he dragged it down. You could feel the collar of the front of your shirt tightening around you while he hid his head in the crook of your neck and started to shake. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could and ran a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Please stay,” he whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Please stay with me.”

“Koo-”

“I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you,” more sobs wracked through his body. He had otherwise stilled inside of you but made no effort to move away. “I can’t lose you, I-”

“Baby, look at me.”

Jungkook slowly brought his head up to face you, the sight making you want to break down yourself. He looked so defeated, so broken, and his eyes were shining with tears he didn’t bother hiding anymore.

You cradled his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones before they travelled to trace along the curves of his jawline.

You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, listening as he tried to control his erratic breathing. “I won’t leave you.”

A soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll never leave you.”

You brushed his hair back from his face, and his eyes captivated you as they swirled with so much intense emotion.

“I promised you forever, and I intend to keep it. Nothing, and no one, is going to keep me from you. I love you too much to let that happen,” you granted him a sweet smile and brushed your thumb across his lower lip that had started to quiver. He sniffled as you continued.

“Do you remember our wedding vows?”

Jungkook swallowed as he nodded, seeming a little calmer now.

Your smile widened, and your own set of fresh tears had gathered in the corners of your eyes, ready to spill. “Remember how I told I would give you all of me? That I would give you the best of me?”

He nodded again, and your heart soared at the tiny smile he presented you with.

“I promised you those things. So, no matter what happens, I’ll never leave you. And with everything life throws as us from here on out, we’ll make it through together.”

His smile was widening into the familiar, bunny-like grin you knew and loved dearly. Your Jungkook was coming back to you, and it was almost like you could see the dark fog that had surrounded him evaporating before your very eyes.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You leaned up to tenderly press your lips to his once more, smiling into the kiss as he let out a content sigh. “You’re my person. My forever. Please always remember that.”

You had swept a long lock of hair back from his face as you finished your words, and while you were distracted with that, Jungkook stared at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.

Your declarations of love stirred something inside of him and it dawned on him then that he was still inside of you. This was made more evident when you shifted in his embrace, probably to make yourself more comfortable since you were still against the wall, but it caused your walls to clench around him.

He closed his eyes and groaned, the sound causing arousal to radiate throughout your body. The two of you clearly must have forgotten the position you were in but that was no longer the case when you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you when he opened his eyes again, his hands letting go of your shirt in favor of settling on your waist. Your cheeks were still flushed, with drying tear stains running down them. You were panting softly and Jungkook’s heart felt like it might burst with all the love he had for you.

“I love you,” he declared while he brushed his nose with yours. “And I honestly cannot believe I forgot I was fucking you, like how does that even happen.”

You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose before you drew back to rest contentedly against the wall. “I’m not sure, but do you perhaps want to finish what we started?”

You moved your hips as best you could at your current angle, and it pushed his cock further inside you, making you both moan at the action. He captured one of your hands in his and brought it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Will you still let me give you all of me,” you reiterated your phrase from earlier in the night before all of this started. Jungkook’s eyes had darkened now with lust and he gave you a sly smile.

“Always, baby,” was his response. “Question now though,” he leaned down to let his lips ghost along your neck, making you shiver, “is can you take all of me?”

You tugged on his hair for him to look up at you, making him hiss in the process. You gave him your best challenging stare, and hoped it was convincing.

“Always,” you copied him, “I can easily take anything you give me.”

Jungkook arched an eyebrow and you felt his length twitch at your words. “Is that so?

You barely had time to nod before he was pinning your hand that he was holding on the wall beside your head, his other one gripping your waist hard enough now you knew it would leave a mark.

He pulled out almost all the way before he thrusted back into you hard, making you whine embarrassingly loud. He chuckled dark and low then, squeezing your hand as he intertwined your fingers.

“Too much for you, angel?” Jungkook knew he couldn’t keep this up forever and that he’d eventually crack himself, but he never missed an opportunity to tease you like this. “Thought you said you could take everything I give you.”

You nodded vigorously, not an easy feat with your head leaning against the wall. “I can, I can take it,” you breathed out, clenching around him to try and persuade him to move again. He stuttered out a low moan, determined to not lose his composure just yet.

“Yeah? You sure? Does that mean you want more?” He was shallowly moving inside of you at a torturously slow pace, the drag of his cock against your walls pulling a loud noise of desperation from your throat.

“Please,” you begged, not even caring how desperate you sounded. You just wanted to feel him, all of him, and your core throbbed at the thought of him finally relenting and fucking you how you wanted. “Please give it to me. Please give me more.”

“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you beg for me,” Jungkook moaned, readjusting his grip on your hip. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He hungrily kissed you for a few moments, sinking further into you before he pulled back, panting as he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“Angel?” His voice was low and just the tone alone made you clench.

“Y-yes?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “You might wanna hold on tight.”

You just had enough time to wrap your unoccupied arm around his back before he started pounding into you like his life depended on it. He slammed into you repeatedly, making you scream out his name over and over again whenever he’d hit that bundle of nerves inside of you. You gripped his shirt to have something to ground yourself with, and your eyes rolled back as he increased his pace.

Jungkook was grunting into your skin, teeth grazing against your neck. “You feel so fucking good, always so tight and perfect for me, my perfect angel.” He squeezed your hand hard enough that his knuckles were taut, but it didn’t hurt you. If anything, it turned you on more because he was finally letting go, caring more about just being in the moment with you than potentially hurting you.

And you knew he still did care about that, he always would; he was Jungkook, after all. But time and time again you had pleaded with him to stop handling you like you would break under the slightest amount of pressure. This was the first time he did without hesitation or working himself up to it.

And you fucking loved it.

In fact, it was overwhelming enough to the point where you knew you weren’t going to last long at all with the way he was drilling into you. All the emotions the two of you had endured tonight mixed with the passionate entanglement you found yourself wrapped up in now, it was no surprise that you were hurtling toward your undoing at a very fast pace.

“Koo, baby, oh my God-” you finally found your voice again, running your nails down his back, hard enough that if he hadn’t been still wearing his shirt, you’re sure it would have left scratch marks.

“Fuck, angel, can feel you around me, always so good for me,” his tongue darted out past his lips before he captured your bottom one between his teeth and tugged on it gently. “Always my good girl.”

His words made you spasm around him, and he moaned loudly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. His damp hair was falling into his face so you brushed it back, gasping at the sight of him.

You’d seen Jungkook like this many times before, but this time? This time was different.

A few curls were still framing his face but he had his head tilted back and his lips parted as the most amazing sounds escaped from them. His brows were furrowed and he looked almost pained, but in a completely different way than he had earlier that night.

Your heart ached at the memory, but you didn’t have long to think about it before he pulled you more flush against his chest, now opting to grab your ass with both hands so he could move you up and down his cock with his strength alone.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, “I love you so much, angel, just wanna stay with you like this forever.” He was speeding up again and with the new angle, your body felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t even make a noise as the stimulation kept hitting you in wave after wave.

“You said earlier,” Jungkook continued, a little breathless now but never letting up on his powerful thrusts, “that I was – fuck – that I was your person.”

You nodded, still not really able to say anything or make any sound because your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn’t want it to happen so soon. Not until you knew he was there with you.

“Did you mean it,” he asked, hooded eyes trying to search yours. You kissed him with all the strength you could muster, swallowing down his moans as your walls clenched around him.

“Of course I did. I meant everything I said earlier.” A high-pitched moan tore itself from your throat when his hips snapped into you harder at your words.

“Fuck, it always does something to me when you say things like that,” he was losing his composure now, you could tell it by the way he sounded.

His admission made you chuckle fondly. “You know, you said something similar the first time we were together.”

Jungkook opened his eyes to stare at you and grinned at the memory. “Yeah, I did. Meant it then and I mean it now too.”

“I’m glad I still have that kind of effect on you,” you responded, breaking off to moan loudly at a harsher thrust. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened, and he increased his pace, finally pulling you over the edge.

“You do, holy shit, you really do. I hope I can say the same- fuck,” Jungkook knew you were close with the way your walls kept spasming around him every few seconds. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded and whined, holding onto his shirt for dear life while he rocked you through the first stages of your euphoric bliss. He was panting right by your ear now, the sounds making your eyes roll back.

“Go on, cum for me then. Fucking love when you cum all over my cock,” Jungkook’s filthy words had you moaning out his name. “My beautiful angel,” he continued, pulling down the collar of your shirt slightly so he could place a kiss on your collarbone. “Always so pretty for me.”

“Fuck, I’m close, Koo, want you there with me,” you opened your eyes in time to see him pulling his lip between his teeth.

“I’m right there, baby, let go for me,” he reached in between the two of you and barely brushed your clit before your sudden orgasm made you clench so hard around him that he had to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.

“Angel, fuuuuck, I’m right there, I’m-” you crashed your lips against his and swallowed down every loud noise he made, feeling his lips tremble against yours as his hips stuttered when he filled you up with his release.

He broke apart from you with a gasp, leaning his head back and letting out a strained “holy fuck” before he looked at you again. He slowed down now, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely, breathing hard.

He moved you away from the wall, and you thought he might put you down but instead he tightened your legs more securely around him and walked the two of you over to the nearest bathroom to shower, his lips never leaving yours the whole way there.

Thank fuck Jungkook had such great muscle memory and knew where he was going because you definitely couldn’t have pulled that off.

He stayed inside you until he was able to put you in the shower, helping you discard the rest of your clothes before he did the same and joined you. It was your usual ritual and preferred form of aftercare since the water from the shower soothed any sore muscles and it helped you get clean in the process. Not to mention it was another way for you to be close to Jungkook, him only reiterating that truth now and he pulled your back against his chest so he could massage shampoo into your hair.

“Love you,” he whispered softly, placing a kiss on your temple since you leaned your head back at the feeling of his touch. He treated you so delicately now, the complete opposite of how he was just fucking you up against the wall. You loved moments like this just as much, always receptive to everything Jungkook did, every touch that flittered across your skin.

“I love you,” was your response as you turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him into a chaste kiss. He smiled into it, his fingertips brushing against the skin right above your waist.

After your shower, Jungkook carried you upstairs, ignoring your attempts at getting him to put you down because as you told him repeatedly your legs worked just fine and you could walk by yourself. His response?

“Don’t care, still wanna carry you.”

All you could do then was huff, pulling a laugh from the man you loved so much, the sound always beautiful and able to make your heart skip a beat.

When you were both snuggled into bed, you found it hard to sleep. There were still things you two needed to discuss, but you didn’t have the energy – and not really the want – right now to bring them up.

However, Jungkook did.

“Hey,” he was running his hand through your hair as you were laying your head on his shoulder. You hummed in response.

“I’m sorry,” he started, and before you could interrupt he quickly went on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, but I’m also sorry about how I acted earlier.”

“Koo, it’s fine-”

“Please don’t,” his eyes were pleading and you let him continue.

“It’s not fine, it’s- I get in my head sometimes and it can be hard to come back from that. You’re always able to bring me back, but tonight…fuck, it was bad.” There was a frown on his face now and you tried to make it disappear by placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I kept thinking about how maybe I’m not the best for you-”

You couldn’t help interrupting this time. “Jungkook, you are the best for me.”

“We don’t know that though-”

“I don’t have to, because I know in my heart that you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we have the best life together, the same as I’ll do for you.” You brushed a curl out of his face before you continued, “Only for you.”

He cracked a smile. “That’s my line.”

You shrugged, giggling when Jungkook began trying to poke your sides. “Regardless though, I don’t want you feeling that way. You’re enough, Jungkook, you’re more than enough.”

His smile widened. “Really?”

“Really.” You thought about it for a second. “What can I do to convince you?”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes full of mischief. “Well, I can think of a way…” he said in a suggestive tone, making you roll your eyes before you turned away from him. His laughter fell on your ears and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

“Hey, c’mon, you know I’m just kidding,” he turned you to face him again, running his hand up and down your side now.

“No you’re not,” you snorted.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Ok, you’re right- but I know you’re too tired so I’m half kidding? Sorta?”

It was your turn to laugh then, huddling closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his throat.

His hands found their way into your hair again, and he continued to run them through the strands long enough that you almost fell asleep until he spoke up again.

“We need to do something about him, though.”

The way he said ‘him’ let you know exactly who he was talking about.

You nodded, sliding your head up to lay in the crook of his neck. “We will. But that’s a problem for another day. Right now,” you yawned, “we need sleep.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll stay up a little bit to make sure you’re ok. Jin said it was a good idea for tonight, anyway.”

You were already nuzzling deeper into his embrace, barely registering his words. “Mm-hmm,” came your sluggish response. “Goodnight, Koo.”

“Night, baby,” was his last response you heard before slumber took over, the feeling of his strong arms around you more comforting than anything else you’d ever known.

Jungkook stayed awake for a few hours, listening to your soft snoring and observing you as you slept peacefully. There was a gentle ache tugging at his heart as he remembered everything that you’d been through that night, but when you unconsciously snuggled closer, he felt the ache dissipate.

He made a promise to himself that whatever happened in the future, he would be there for you. He would keep you as safe as he could, and love you with everything he had.

After all, you were his person, just as he was yours, and he hoped that’s how it would stay.

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #ofy drabble

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Sanctified (M) | JJK

↠Synopsis: Jungkook’s been away on tour, and you’ve really missed him. But when you try to show him just how much, he doesn’t reciprocate the way you’d like, and it makes you question whether the problem is you.

↠Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↠Word Count: 12.8k+

↠Genres: Angst, Smut, Fluff if you squint really hard

↠Warnings/Tags: punk rock!au; alcohol and marijuana use; explicit language (cursing); a sprinkling of an existential crisis; thigh riding; slight body worship; edging/orgasm denial; oral sex (m receiving); unprotected sex; creampie; multiple orgasms (m&f receiving); rough sex.

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↠ A/N: I can’t believe I wrote a thing! Thank you so much for giving it a read! I really hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been posting for a few weeks saying that it would be done in a few days but life kept getting in the way. But it’s here now and I’m excited to finally share my first fic with you! Please tell me what you think, send me asks, leave a comment, anything. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated since I’ve never written a piece of fiction before! I’m excited to know what you think!

Also a HUGE thank you to the lovely lady who beta read this story for me, she is so freaking amazing and nice and helpful, and she really saved my ass with this one lol, and also to my best friend who helped me along the way and kept it real with me.

Sanctified: “declared, made or believed to be holy; free from sin.”

“….And that’s why George Nakashima is the best woodworker of our time.”

You stared blankly at your best friend as he took a gulp of his no longer neglected beer, dumbfounded as to why he decided to regale you with the wonderful story of his favorite furniture craftsman, and something about “the soul of the tree”.

“Did he really just spend 20 minutes talking about your guys’ boujee new coffee table?” you said as you turned to your other best friend, Yoongi, who also happened to be a bartender at the bar you were currently sitting in.

“Namjoon’s been enthusiastically domestic whenever he gets drunk lately.” Yoongi placed a fresh shot of rum on the bar in front of you, chuckling to himself.

Namjoon looked so melodramatically heartbroken that you were afraid his face would get stuck that way permanently. “I don’t think I appreciate being character assassinated by my best friend AND my boyfriend! And I am not drunk.”

In what you assume was an attempt at acting dismissive, Namjoon crossed his legs while leaning back and tried to take a swig of his beer. All of this simultaneous movement would have required too much coordination for even a sober Namjoon, so you watched as your friend’s elbow missed the bar, and in the process of trying to catch himself, spilled beer all over his face.

You fought to contain yourself, sucking in your lips hard enough to turn them blue. Yoongi burst into an absolute cackling fit from behind the bar and you absolutely lost it, laughing so hard that you had to get off your stool and stabilize yourself.

“I’m gonna pass out!!” you yelled as you slapped the seat of your stool repeatedly.

After a minute your laughter died down, and you looked up to see Yoongi bent over the bar, eyes screwed shut and gummy smile on full display, silently shaking with the aftershock of his outburst. When he straightened up you looked at each other for a moment, as if to tell each other telepathically to get your shit together before you try to console your friend.

You both turned to look at Namjoon, who you were forced to admit looked so pathetically adorable slumped on his stool and dripping in beer that you didn’t know if you could hold a second wave of laughter, and you could sense that Yoongi was fighting the same battle in your periphery. Trying to distract yourself you picked up the shot of rum from the bar and put it to your lips. As you were about to take your shot, you looked at Yoongi and Namjoon, who seemed to be trying not to laugh again, their lips pursed and struggling to contain their giggles. Just as you knocked your head back to let the sweet tingly liquid past your lips, they both burst out into a laughing fit again and you nearly spit your shot all over them as a surge of laughter erupted from your chest.

Eventually all three of you started breathing at a normal pace again as you wiped the tears from your eyes and Yoongi reached under the bar, grabbing a fresh towel for Namjoon to dry himself off with and handing it over to him, all of you still giggling slightly.

“Oh my GOD!” You fanned yourself with your right hand, as your left attempted to keep your sides from splitting at the seams. “That was too perfect! Looks like you’re cut off Joonie-bug,” you chided, poking at the dimples in his cheeks.

Namjoon swatted at your hand, pulling away from your intrusion. “Isn’t there a punk rocker boyfriend of yours that can come get you or something?”

“He should be here soon actually.” You pulled out your phone to check the time.

12:00 am.

You looked up from your phone to scan the bar, with its red walls and stained glass light fixtures that glowed with low light.

It was a pretty large establishment. It had a line of pool tables along the left side of the bar, a moderately sized dancefloor with tables along either side, and a small stage at the far corner for a live band. You’ve been coming here for a long time, ever since Yoongi, whom you’ve known since elementary school along with Namjoon, applied for a bartending job here a few years back. It was almost homey to you, and you enjoyed spending your time here with your friends, even on nights when there was nothing special going on, much unlike tonight.

Tonight’s live act had the place packed to standing room only. The band playing was none other than ‘BTS’, a relatively popular rock band, whose heart throb frontman and main vocalist Jeon Jungkook happened to be your aforementioned “punk rocker boyfriend”, whom you haven’t seen in months. The band was coming back from a tour overseas today and this show was their last for the summer.

The band’s instruments and equipment were on stage, but no actual band members. They’d be coming straight from the airport so you had no idea whether they were even here yet or if they were late, since Jungkook hadn’t really been able to text or call you much in a few days. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t think much of it since you knew that you’d be able to finally see him tonight regardless. All you knew was what time the show was supposed to start, so you decided to wait out at the bar with Namjoon and Yoongi instead of waiting alone in the run-down, tacky green room behind the stage all by yourself.

You looked back at your phone to check the time again when you heard a *tap tap tap* coming from the speakers. When your eyes hit the stage this time, you saw the broad shouldered, chestnut haired manager of BTS, Kim Seokjin, standing at the front-most microphone on the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please! They’ve just come back home from their first world tour, where they sold out every single venue they stepped foot in! Here at ‘The Speakeasy’ for an exclusive show, I present to you, The Badass, The Talented, The Sanctified! Put your hands together for B T S!!!”

The crowd erupted into cheering and screaming as the band members of BTS started to file onto the stage.

First up was the drummer, Jung Hoseok. As you watched him glide over to his drum set and sit down, grabbing his drumsticks and twirling them around his fingers, you were reminded of why he always got on stage first: that man was pure sunshine. Sure, he was wearing almost all black with raven hair to match and had tattoos all down his arms, but when he entered a room you could swear the lights got just a little bit brighter. Hoseok got every crowd excited just by him being there. He radiated absolute warmth as he beamed out at the crowd, waving to as much of the audience as he could, and you could almost feel your skin start to sunburn, when the purple haired guitarist hopped on stage.

Park.

Jimin.

If there was any man who made being in someone’s presence a personal attack, it was Jimin. It just wasn’t fair how much of a flirt this man was. It had always been that way. You remembered meeting him the for the first time like it was yesterday. Before Jungkook could even finish telling each other your names Jimin had already wasted no time in running his eyes up and down your body, like he could see right through your clothes. He licked his pillowy lips, took your hand and planted a kiss on the back of it, and drawled out “It’s nice to meet you, sweetie,” with a wink. Jimin had absolutely no shame, and that was when he was just being a muggle. When Jimin got on stage? Forget about it. You’d sometimes had to warn girls in the front row of their shows to try and not get pregnant.

He got to his spot on stage, looked out at the crowd and playfully stuck out his tongue before turning around to grab his guitar off it’s stand. It took everything in you not to yell “Stick your tongue back in your mouth boy!” and you ended up just murmuring it to yourself instead.

Right behind him walking onto the stage was one ocean blue-locked, ethereal bassist named Kim Taehyung, and ethereal really was the only word that could describe him. Both in physical appearance, and in personality. He was so beautiful. His facial features were perfect in every way imaginable, and yet whenever he hung out with everyone off stage, he’d sometimes make the silliest face he could possibly muster, seemingly out of nowhere, or would just come out of left field with the most outlandish statement he could think of at the moment, and his duality really made you question whether he was human sometimes. He put the strap of his bass guitar over his shoulders, plugged it into the amp, and freestyled a short riff, his long fingers dancing along the chords with ease.

Just when you thought the crowd couldn’t get any louder, there he was. Jeon Jungkook’s curly mop of raven hair emerged from beneath your line of sight, followed by his big doe eyes and his signature smirk, and the entire bar went absolutely apeshit cheering for the frontman they all came to see. When you could finally see him standing full stature on stage, suddenly it felt like it was too hard to breathe, your heart beating so fast that the sound of blood rushing past your ears almost completely muffled the sounds of the crowd. The feeling was euphoric, finally being able to see him in the flesh after six months of being away from him. You had missed him so damn much.

The beauty and grace of the other 3 band members had nothing on Jungkook. Not to you anyway. He had the body of some ancient God of War that you read about in mythology, the voice of an angel, and when he would touch you it felt like your lungs were about to fly out of your body and take all the air with them. Needless to say he was absolutely breathtaking.

Jungkook adorned himself with his guitar, leaned into the mic with a smug smile that showed off his bunny teeth, and yelled out to the crowd to prepare themselves for a kick ass show.

The crowd roared with “hell yeah’s” and “fuckin right’s” and huge smiles spread across the band member’s faces, everyone on stage exchanging smirks and nods with each other in satisfaction.

“LET’S GET IT!!”

On cue the instruments onstage and the members holding them came to life with the opening chords of the first song of the night.

‘Dionysus’ was growing to be your favorite BTS song, and it made a killer opener. You’d become quite fond of the drinker’s party anthem after hearing it open up every show since its release a year ago. It really brought out the inner rocker in everyone, no matter what genre of music they preferred.

Namjoon was the perfect example of that very phenomenon. A staunch hip hop enthusiast to the outside world, he’d never once admitted out loud that he actually enjoyed coming to BTS shows with you and always insisted that he only accompanied you to show support for you and your boyfriend, though it didn’t take a genius to see the truth. Like clockwork, when you looked over at Namjoon when the song opened, you saw him pound his fist on the bar precisely two times at the same exact part that he always did. You cast your eyes over to Yoongi, who was already waiting for you to look his way, because he was watching for Namjoon’s signature move as well, and the two of you shared a knowing smirk.

“I thought you only had ears for Yoongi’s music, Joon!” you yelled over the noise.

He shot you a playful look that said “don’t test me”.

You smirked as you shook your head. “Top ten anime betrayals!” you declared.

Namjoon playfully punched you in the arm, so you feigned death for a moment, falling limp onto the bar and letting your tongue flop out of your mouth.

Yoongi placed a new shot of rum in front of your face, making you straighten right up.

“Took you long enough! You’re not getting a tip!” you teased. You took the shot, the liquid tingly and sweet on your tongue.

You loved the witty banter that Yoongi would indulge you in. But the way he smiled at you, mischievous intent clear in his eyes, you dreaded where he was going to take the conversation.

“I beg to differ!” Yoongi glanced over at his boyfriend with a smirk.

“You’ll get more than the tip if you behave!” Namjoon winked at him, the smile slowly quirking up on his face showing off his dimples.

“Ok can you guys not eye fuck while Yoongi’s still working? You’re gonna get him fired and I don’t want you guys to have to move in with me because you spent your life savings on a coffee table complete with soul!”

“Wow, good to know you’re willing to help in a crisis!” Namjoon said sarcastically.

The band went through their set, and you watched as your boyfriend and his band mates practically brought the house down with their sheer stage presence alone as they ended their performance. Even after all the band practices, rehearsals, late nights of Jungkook singing to you and riffing on his guitar to try to get a song just right, and the countless live shows you’d attended, BTS performances had never once ceased to amaze you. The members had amazing chemistry onstage, topped with incredible talent, and no one show was exactly like the other. You were so mesmerized that you didn’t even realize the show was over until you saw Jungkook and his band mates hop down from the stage one by one and disappear into the sea of people. You were searching through the heads of the people in the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Jungkook when you felt a soft slap land on your shoulder.

“They’ve out done themselves again.”

You looked over your shoulder to see BTS’s number two fan (after you, of course) standing behind you.

“Jin! It’s good to see you again!” You threw your arms over his almost abnormally wide shoulders and gave him a hug, which he quickly reciprocated. “How was the tour?”

“It was great! The boys have quite the fanbase overseas. I almost had to add more dates, the people couldn’t get enough.“

"I know the feeling,” you said.

You were about to turn around to ask Yoongi to pour some shots for everyone, when you feel it. The heat. Like literal, physical heat. When you tried to look over to where you’d last seen the band disappear into the crowd, your view was blocked by Jungkook, heat waves rolling off him and glistening with sweat, followed by his three equally sweaty bandmates.

In the year and a half you’d known Jungkook, you could always count on him being physically hot to the touch. The man was like his own space heater. It had saved you a mentionable chunk of money during the winter, that was for sure. So especially after performing, of course he’d be so hot that you could feel him from 5 feet away. You ran the rest of the way over to him and practically tackled him to the ground, throwing your arms over his neck and moving in for a kiss, one that you’ve been waiting six months to give him. When your lips met his, he reciprocated with a sweet and tender kiss, which caught you completely off guard. You had expected something eager, something primal.

You’d fantasized about this moment for the past few weeks, all of the drama that would unfold. Thinking about him devouring you with his eyes, grabbing and holding you so tight that you couldn’t breathe, not that you would be able to anyway. Thinking of you getting home and not even being able to wait until the door was closed before your desire overwhelmed you, letting him have every part of you right in the doorway. So far, this was not at all going to plan, and you hoped it wouldn’t stay that way by the end of the night.

You pulled away from him to look into his eyes. He wasn’t looking at you in any type of negative way, but the fire in his eyes that you had imagined would be there just wasn’t.

“Hi baby.” he said with a soft smile.

“Hi Kookie.”

You searched his eyes for a few moments longer before turning to greet the rest of the band.

“Guys, that performance was amazing!” you said as you made your rounds, giving hugs to the other men around you.

“Did you miss me, doll?” Jimin’s hand lingered on your waist a bit too long, as per usual.

You gave him a hearty slap on the chest as you backed away toward the bar. “Umm, I missed my boyfriend. I will admit though that it’s nice to see all three of you again,” you simpered.

You made sure to put extra emphasis on the ends of your sentences. After all, who else was there to keep his ego in check? He only cared what women thought about him and you have the only vagina in your friend group, so that duty lay solely with you. You knew that on some level he was only joking around when he acted like this, mostly because you’d seen how he acted when he was trying to hit on a girl he actually liked. Plus you knew him to be far too loyal to actually put the moves on his best friend’s girl. Even still it was fun to shoot him down without mercy.

You turned around to face Yoongi who was about to take his apron off. Luckily Yoongi’s connection to the band had earned him an early end to his shift so that he could celebrate BTS’s return with you, partly due to the fact that Jin probably wouldn’t have booked this bar for the end of their tour if Yoongi didn’t work here, and his boss knew it.

“Before you clock out can you pour us a round of shots? We’ll wait for you so we can take them all together!”

“Pick your poison.” Yoongi took his hands off the strap to his apron and smoothed it back down.

“I don’t care as long as it’s strong.” You winked.

Yoongi chuckled and turned around to grab the shot glasses and libation when you heard Hoseok protest behind you.

“Who said the rest of us are willing to wait? I’m ready to get this party started!”

“I did, you didn’t hear me just now? Besides, it’s not like you need to pregame, Hobi. You’ll be out of it before we even get back to Jin’s.”

Jimin and Taehyung both slapped their hands over their mouths and turned away so that their friend couldn’t see them laughing at his expense.

Hoseok’s smile faltered a little at your insinuation. “I–I’m not a lightweight, if that’s what you’re implying!”

This only sent Jimin and Taehyung further over the edge, trying their hardest to not fall on the ground, laughing as silently as they could muster.

You just stood there in front of Hoseok with your arms folded over your chest, almost challenging him to try and prove you wrong, but Jin interrupted your playful banter to announce that he was going to go hail cabs for everyone to take back to his place.

“I’ll go with you,” Jungkook turned around and started towards the door behind Jin to help him go fetch your cabs. Before you could ask him to stay with you at the bar he’d already disappeared into the crowd.

You watched him as he walked out the door and into the warm summer night, staring at the door unblinkingly as it opened and then closed. You must have been staring at the place he disappeared through for a while because when you looked over at everyone else, their eyes were glued to you, likely confused as to why you went dead silent all of a sudden after you’d just spent a few minutes jabbering away with them.

You clapped your hands, shaking your head as if that would banish the anxiety that was plaguing you. “Alright guys! Grab your shots!”

Yoongi came around to your side of the bar after abandoning his apron behind the counter somewhere and sat next to Namjoon, who didn’t waste a second giving his boyfriend a kiss.

Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok closed the distance between them and the bar and each took their shots in hand.

You reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s shot for him as well as your own, and you swirled the spirits around in the shot glass, staring into it as if it would tell you your fortune.

‘Why does Jungkook seem so off? Did I do something wrong? Is he not as happy to see me as I am to see him? Maybe all that time apart ruined us for him, maybe he didn’t miss me…..’

“Ahem!”

You were pulled from your inner monologue when someone coughed very loudly in your direction. You must have been gone to the world again for the second time tonight.

You looked up to see Namjoon staring at you with a cocked head, and he motioned you with his eyes over to Jin and Jungkook, who reappeared while you were lost inside your head.

“Oh!” You chuckled nervously and handed over Jungkook’s shot.

“Shall we all toast to something?” Hoseok asked, bright smile having returned to his face.

“I’ll go first!” Jimin pushed his way to the center of your circle. He looked right at you and you rolled your eyes. “To beautiful women.”

Groans at various levels of done-ness broke out from everyone else in the group.

“Fine then.” Yoongi put his arm around Namjoons waist and looked him in the eyes. “To beautiful men.”

“To art.” Taehyung raised his glass.

“To being an amazing and handsome manager and CEO.”

“To the soul of the tree” Namjoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

“To bringing down the house!” Hoseok acted out a short interpretive dance of a literal building collapsing that made you burst out laughing.

“To getting fucked up with your closest international rockstar friends!” you shouted, raising your glass high above your head in victory.

Everyone looked over to Jungkook who had yet to make his toast. He looked around at everyone in the circle in front of him, each person silent and waiting, like they were standing on the edge of a precipice waiting in anticipation for Jungkook to give the go ahead to jump. After a pause that seemed like it took a decade, Jungkook smiled and said “To BTS!”

“To BTS!!!” You all clinked your glasses together and knocked your heads back.

As soon as the liquor touched your tongue you regretted not specifying to Yoongi what liquor you had wanted for the shots, and it took all your willpower not to start heaving. You managed to swallow the fire liquid and keep it down, and you whipped around to face Yoongi who had a wicked smile stretched across his face.

“Yoongi!!! Tequila!?!?” You gagged, animatedly waving your arms above your head.

Yoongi seemed to find this hilarious and immediately doubled over laughing.

“Ah fuck, Hobi’s already turning red!” Taehyung pinched his fingers to the bridge of his nose in apparent annoyance, but you could see that under his hand he was biting his lip to fight back his laughter.

“Well we better get in the cabs while we still can then! Let’s take this party back to my place!”

The short 15 minute cab ride from the bar to Jin’s penthouse apartment had been agonizingly uneventful. Everyone else decided to let you and Jungkook have a cab all to yourself, and absolutely nothing exciting happened. Not even so much as a makeout session. Most of the ride was completely silent, with Jungkook just staring out the window almost the whole time. Sure he was holding you the whole time but you thought it was odd of him to be so silent and it unsettled you. So upon arriving at Jin’s, you decided to try and not let it bother you by getting ultra drunk, because when had that ever not solved your problems?

You were about 2 shots of brandy and 3 blunts in when the thought occurred to you to try and get Jungkook riled up. He’d been keeping to himself all night while the rest of you played drinking games (which you’d been absolutely conquering, much to everyone else’s dismay) and you wanted to let him know just how much you’d missed him, in every way. So at the close of the game you were currently playing you concluded it was time to make your move.

“Alright guys, I’m tapping out for now.”

“What!? Come on girl, where’s the fun in that!?” Hoseok hiccuped as you got up from the table and made your way over to the couch where Jungkook was playing on his phone.

“I’m…pacing myself…” You motioned your eyes over to Jungkook and then back to Hoseok, hoping he wasn’t too far gone to catch your drift.

He flitted his eyes back and forth for a few seconds, and then you could see it clicking on his face. “Ohhhhhhhh…gotchu..” Hoseok winked dramatically at you.

You walked over to the couch and plopped down, snuggling up to Jungkook as he put his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey baby” Jungkook turned and planted a kiss on your temple.

“Hey. Whatcha up to over here?” you asked, peering down at his phone.

“Just playing a game I downloaded while we were in England. It’s pretty fun.”

“Don’t you want to come play with us? We were gonna play Cards Against Humanity next.” You nonchalantly put your hand on his thigh. You could still feel how firm it was even through his leather pants, and you thought about how much you wanted to just straddle it and beg him to let you ride his thigh until you came undone.

“No, I’m fine out here. I’ve been with them all day everyday for six months, I could use a break.” Jungkook kept his eyes locked on his phone.

You began inching your hand higher up his thigh, closer and closer toward what you craved so badly to finally touch. You weren’t trying to actually start anything with him, you just wanted to tease him a little bit. Get him hot and bothered so that the real action would start as soon as you got home. Maybe even in the cab. You craved him so badly after your six month dry spell that you wouldn’t have even minded him flipping you over on the couch and going to town right in front of everyone. You just needed him, and you needed him to know it.

Jungkook seemed completely unfazed by your advancing hand until you scooched up and began nibbling on his neck, right where it met his collarbone. The reaction you got out of him was the exact opposite of what you were hoping for.

Jungkook leaned his head away and gently pushed your hand off his thigh. “Not now babe, come on.”

“Sorry, I just missed you.” You sat completely up, praying that the couch cushions would open up and allow you to sink all the way through.

“Yeah I missed you too but I don’t feel like doing anything right now, especially not in my manager’s living room. Ok?”

“Yeah. Sure. I’m just gonna go back over there.” You quickly got up from the couch and grabbed a bag of weed on your way back to the dining room, where Jin and Namjoon were setting up the card piles for Cards Against Humanity. You were definitely going to need to get more toasted to make this work.

You sat down in your previously abandoned seat, grabbed your blunt wraps and started breaking up a bud while Namjoon and Jin finished setting up the cards and pouring everyone a starting shot of Ciroc.

“We’re already smoking a blunt you know?” Taehyung said through his held breath, having just taken a toke of said blunt.

“Yeah, well……” You zoned out as you began to stuff the herb into it’s wrap. “Since when is sharing one blunt with seven people fun?”

Something about your dulled tone must have set everyone on edge, because a hush fell over the table at your response.

“Um….did something happen over there?” Jimin inquired in a hushed tone. You could see genuine concern in his eyes as he gazed at you from across the table.

“Yea, that was kinda quick.” Hoseok cocked his head to the side.

“Guys, I’m fine. I swear.” You faked the best smile you could, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look that told you they weren’t buying it. You looked over at them, and Namjoon quirked his eyebrow up at you, to which you shook your head, just slightly enough for the pair of them to notice without alerting the rest of the group to your telepathic conversation. Namjoon and Yoongi have been your best friends for close to 20 years now, of course they’d know you were faking, but you’d have to talk to them about it later, and they knew you would. You finished rolling the blunt and lit the end, taking your two puffs and passing it to Jin.

You started to play Cards Against Humanity with the drinking stipulation that the losers of a round take a shot, and though the game succeeded in lifting your spirits a bit, it still couldn’t keep your mind off of the man sitting in the living room all by himself. It was like you had completely forgotten about your dilemma until whenever there was a lull or a moment of silence, allowing your brain to kick up the emotional sediment you had thought to be settled already and bringing it back to the surface. You wanted to know why he was acting so out of character and if it had anything to do with you. This tour had been their first world tour, so this situation was completely new to you and you had no idea how to deal with it. It felt like it was eating you alive from the inside out and you didn’t know how to stop it, or if the flesh eating monster inside you would get it’s fill and leave you be.

After a particularly funny round, in all his flailing Jimin somehow managed to knock a bottle of vodka off the table, sending it toppling onto the floor and shattering into oblivion.

“Ah, fuck,” Jimin managed to say in between giggles.

Jin looked back and forth between the bottle and Jimin. “I’m not cleaning that,” he deadpanned.

Jimin just stared at him with pursed lips, giggling like a schoolboy.

“I’m really not,” Jin reiterated, trying to exude at least a sliver of authority over the situation. He looked around the table for support, but everyone was suddenly very interested in the cards they were holding, or straightening the stacks that remained. Jin huffed as he stood up from his chair. “Goddammit,” he mumbled, chuckling to himself under his breath.

The intermission gave you the perfect opportunity to go back into the living room and try again with Jungkook. You stood up from your chair and walked over to the couch where Jungkook was lounging with his head lolled back onto the headrest. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly ajar, but you thought nothing of it. You straddled his lap and ran your hands down his chest. His muscles were taught and firm and it made your mouth water.

Jungkook’s head slowly lifted, his eyelids heavy as he gazed up at you. “Hmm? What’re you doin’ babe?”

“Showin’ you how much I missed you,” you slurred out. You trailed a hand down to Jungkook’s groin, and your heart rate increased as your fingers made contact with his bulge.

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow as he glanced down at your hand on his crotch, before looking at your surroundings. “Are you kidding me?” Jungkook sighed as he flopped his head backward for a moment. “How many shots have you had?”

“Enough.” Your other free hand was playing with one of his nipples when Jungkook grabbed you by the waist, hoisted you off of his lap and placed you next to him on the couch.

“Did you forget what I told you earlier? I don’t want to get busy on my manager’s couch, especially in front of everyone.”

Your heart sank into your stomach at his rejection. You made to get up when Jungkook grabbed your wrist.

“That doesn’t mean you have to leave me alone you know? I’m just not trying to fuck you on this couch,” Jungkook appealed. “You can still hang out with me out here obviously.”

“I’m playing a game though,” you said, confused as to why he wanted you to stay but didn’t want to be touched.

“Right, fine.” Jungkook relented and let go of your wrist so that he could rub his eyes.

As you staggered back to the dining room table you thought you heard Jungkook grumble something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out, so you just ignored it and plopped back down in your seat.

Jin tossed the paper towels he used to clean up spilt vodka in the trash and settled into his seat as well. “Alright guys, we should probably make this our last round. Hit me with your best shot.” Jin picked up a black card. “War! What is it good for?”

Grateful for the distraction from the failure of your second attempt to excite Jungkook, you glanced at your hand and immediately knew exactly which card to use. You plucked out the card that said ‘An M16 Assault Rifle’ and slid it over to Jin.

Jin finished collecting all the white cards from everyone, shuffled them up and began reading them aloud.

“War! What is it good for?” Jin flipped the white cards over one by one and arranged them around the black card. “An M16 Assault Rifle. Historical Revisionism. All of this blood. Civilian casualties. A slightly shittier parallel universe. Sweet, sweet vengeance.”

Raucous laughter broke out among everyone at the table. Jimin crumpled over onto Taehyung, grabbing onto his shirt to keep himself from falling off his chair, and Taehyung was laughing so hard that his boxy grin was wide open but with no sound coming out. Jin’s windshield wiper laugh only made everything funnier, and you had your arms wrapped around your middle, praying to God that your spleen wouldn’t rupture. You laid your forehead on Hoseok’s shoulder for support, which didn’t do much to keep you upright because he was clapping his hands like a happy seal, and Namjoon had gotten up from his seat and started jumping around like a kangaroo, while Yoongi just rested his forehead on the glass of the tabletop while his shoulders shook up and down in silent laughter.

“How did everyone have the absolute perfect card for this?!” Jin wiped tears from his eyes as he looked over the cards again, still giggling like a madman. “Umm….okay who had ‘A slightly shittier parallel universe’?”

Hoseok began clapping like a cute little seal again. “Ha ha ha! Yes that’s mine!!” Hoseok announced as he began doing a little victory dance and plucked the black card from Jin’s hand.

“Damn!” You slumped back in your chair still giggling, before sitting back up and taking your last loser’s shot along with the other five sore losers.

Now that the game was over you decided it might be a good idea to check the time. You pulled out your phone and pressed down on the lock button but you were met with a dead battery symbol flashing in the center of a black screen. So, late-o’clock probably.

“Everyone is more than welcome to stay here for the night.” Jin said as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Well I kinda want to go home, if you know what I mean.” Yoongi said from his spot tucked cozy underneath Namjoon’s arm, whose shoulder Yoongi was using as a pillow.

“I second that motion!” Jungkook piped up from the living room and you almost jolted up out of your seat. You convinced yourself that the spirits in your bloodstream were to blame for your frantic thoughts.

‘Does that mean what I hope it does? Has he just been playing hard to get all night? Calm down, compose yourself. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out. Shit! Not THAT in and out! Okay, breathe in, breathe out. You can make it till you get home. Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, act normal…’

“Well of course the couples want to go home. Us bachelors can have a sleepover without you then! We can stay up late, swappin’ manly stories, and in the morning…I’m making waffles!” Taehyung burst out laughing at his Shrek reference.

“Kookie can you call us a cab? My phone’s dead.” You were surprised how even your voice came out considering how fast your heart was pumping.

“Already did, it should be here soon,” Jungkook said as he made his way toward the table. “Let’s head downstairs and wait.” Jungkook held his hand out to you with a soft smile, and you took it and stood up from your chair, hoping that he couldn’t feel you shaking ever so slightly, or that no one heard your breath hitch when your skin met his.

You grabbed your purse from the table by the door and turned around to say your goodbyes to everyone. Just before you turned back towards the door you saw Namjoon and Yoongi wink at you in unison and you winked right back at them. And then you were walking out the door, holding hands with Jungkook as he led you down the hallway, catching you every time you drunkenly stumbled over your own feet or lost balance, and then into the elevator and out onto the street to the waiting cab.

You were having trouble getting your key in the door of your shared apartment with Jungkook, thanks no doubt to the significant amount of alcohol in your system. Each second that ticked by that you were stuck outside seemed like it stretched on forever. You just wanted to get inside so that Jungkook could help you ease the throbbing in between your legs that had been building the entire cab ride home in anticipation. Feeling the dampness in your panties was becoming agonizing.

You finally managed to find the keyhole through your warbled vision and opened the door. As soon as Jungkook closed the door and clicked the deadbolt shut you felt your desire finally come all the way to the surface, tingling across your skin and tightening in your chest, like your body knew it was finally time for release, and you felt a fresh wave of arousal soak through your jeans. You couldn’t wait another minute to finally welcome Jungkook back properly. You turned around and walked over to Jungkook, placing your hands on his firm chest (partly for balance if you were to be honest) and leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles from his pulsepoint up to his sharp jawline.

Jungkook let out a quiet, breathy moan, but tried gently to push you away. “Not now, let’s go to bed.”

“Kookie please,” you whined as you brought a hand up and threaded your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, giving it a soft tug.

“You’re drunk, let’s just go to bed. Come on.”

“But baby, I need y-”

“I said let’s go to bed. You’re drunk. I’m tired. Please just come to bed with me.” Jungkook reached up and removed your hand from the back of his neck. His tone wasn’t laced with anger but you could tell, even in your intoxicated state that we was growing a little irritated.

You looked up into his doe eyes that were pleading with you to give it a rest.

“Come on” Jungkook held his hand out to you and smiled that adorable bunny smile. You took his hand and followed him to your bedroom where you both stripped down into your underwear and climbed into bed together. Jungkook draped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his face into your hair.

“Goodnight babe. I love you,” he said wistfully as he placed a kiss on the back of your head.

“‘Night Kook. Love you too” Your needs would have to wait until tomorrow.

It had been a week since the night of the party and still nothing. Try as you might, you had been completely unsuccessful in seducing your boyfriend. God, even just thinking that made you feel like an insecure teenager, but you couldn’t help it. Your anxiety was reaching a fever pitch, and every day that passed that Jungkook rejected your sexual advances, the more knots your insides tied themselves up into.

That’s why you were on your way to The Speakeasy tonight, to talk to the two friends you knew would be able to help: Yoongi and Namjoon. Yoongi had texted you this morning telling you that you could meet them at the bar before it opened, so here you were. You looked out of the window of the cab, watching the clouds roll by against the pink and orange painted sky above you. Tall buildings would occasionally obscure your view of the clouds as the cab rolled down the street, and you’d look into their windows thinking that there are people in there living their own lives who didn’t even know you existed. It made you think about if your problems really mattered on the grand scale. Before you could spiral down the rabbit hole any further your cab came to a stop and you decided to save the existential crisis for later.

You paid the driver and made your way into the bar, which was virtually empty, except for the blonde and pink heads at a table in the back. You made your way over to the table as quietly as you could and snuck up behind your friends.

“Mwah! Mwah!” You planted a loud kiss on the tops of Namjoon and Yoongi’s heads, startling them both as they whipped around to face their attacker.

“Oh, it’s you.” Yoongi sighed with relief.

You chuckled as you sat down across from the pair and grabbed the cocktail Yoongi had already prepared for you.

“So what’s wrong?” said Namjoon, concern written all over his face.

“I don’t even know….” You took a sip of your drink, pondering on where to even begin.

“Well how about you start by telling us what made you upset at Jin’s last week?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ok, well, I went in the living room to try and, uh, rev things up with Jungkook, if you know what I mean, and he totally rejected me. And then when we got home it was the same thing!"

"Go on.” Namjoon’s brow was furrowed in concentration, nodding along to what you were saying.

You began nervously stirring your drink, pushing the ice to the bottom of the glass with the little black straw and letting it float back to the surface before submerging it again. You decided to just put the drink down, it was distracting you. “Well it’s been the same all week! No matter when or how I try he just won’t fuck me! It’s been six months, I’m getting a little desperate here!” you said, definitely far too loud.

“Thank God we’re not technically open yet,” Yoongi snickered.

Namjoon giggled, covering his mouth.

“Guys! Not helping!” You threw your arms up before slumping down and dropping your forehead against the table. “Please just help me.”

“Alright Drama Queen, let me ask you this. Has he been cold to you at all?” Yoongi began questioning you.

You had to think about it for a second. He’d been affectionate since he’s been back. He did cuddle with you at night when you slept, he’d given you plenty of soft kisses, but whenever you’d make a sexual advance, he’d always seem slightly irritated. That was what was driving you up the wall: it’s not like he was being a prick, he just didn’t want to have sex with you and you had absolutely no idea why. “No."

"Has he been aggressive with you at all when you try to initiate?"

"No"

"Have you ever considered that maybe you’re overreacting?"

At this you ripped your head from the table to look at Yoongi square in the face. "Why would I be overreacting? It’s blatant sexual rejection, I have a right to be upset!"

"Honey, have you ever considered that maybe there’s a deeper reason why he’s not indulging you?” Namjoon piped up from his seat, his arms folded over his chest, leaned back in his chair.

“What are you trying to say?”

It seemed Namjoon could hear the worry in your voice and he rushed to ease your mind. “I’m saying that maybe he just wants to relax for a bit. He’s been working almost every day for six months, thousands of miles from home. He’s probably tired."

"There’s no way that’s it."

"And you know that how? If you know what the problem is then why are you here?” Yoongi sat forward and put his elbows on the table. He was challenging your logic, or lack thereof, and if you were forced to be honest, it was working.

“Well Tae, Jimin and Hobi didn’t seem very tired at all, so how could you be so sure?” You thought you had him there, but Namjoon, ever the voice of reason chimed in with a rebuttal.

“Jungkook’s the leader of the band. There’s a lot of responsibility and extra work that comes with that, especially on tour, that the other guys just don’t really have to deal with.”

“Is that really it then? He’s just tired? He’s had a whole week to rest though,” you said.

“Well, I mean, that’s not all of it, Joon’s just being too nice to say the rest.”

“Yoongi,” Namjoon quipped.

“Have you tried to do anything other than fuck him this whole week?” Yoongi questioned you.

“Ummm..” He had you stumped.

“Out of the last seven days, how many of them have you tried to seduce him?” Yoongi pushed on before you could answer his first question.

“….All seven of them.”

“And you’ve paid no attention to any of his signals that might have told you he wasn’t up for it, for whatever reason?”

“Evidently not, asshole.” you jested, followed by a burst of laughter from all three of you.

“So what do I do?” you asked after you’d stopped laughing. You looked back and forth between the men, hoping that they could help you.

“Honey. Your main problem now is the same problem you’ve always had: you don’t talk when you have an issue with something,” Namjoon started to say when he was cut off.

“That and he’s probably pissed at you by now,” Yoongi interrupted. “Just ‘cause you think men only think with our dicks doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings.” Yoongi batted his eyelashes at you with a pout, his hands laid over his heart.

“Yoongiiiii,” Namjoon whined, before laughing at his boyfriend’s brashness. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is you stuff down your anxiety and pretend it doesn’t exist while it eats you from the inside out. All you have to do is talk to the poor guy! And you know I’m right.” Namjoon reached over and took the drink you’ve been fostering from your hands. “Go home, sweetie.”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“Oh, he’s definitely right. And so am I.” Yoongi smiled his gummy smile and motioned you toward the door with his head. “So go, and let’s us know what happens,” he said with a wink.

The door closed with a soft click as you entered your apartment. The light that still lingered in the twilight sky outside was casting elongated shadows all over the walls; for some reason none of the lights were on in the apartment. You dropped your purse and keys on the table by the door, kicked off your sandals and made your way toward your bedroom. When you rounded the corner to the hallway you saw the bathroom light shining from under the door, and you were halfway there when the door opened and out walked Jungkook.

He had a towel wrapped low around his waist, his torso completely bare. His golden skin was still dripping with water from the shower, and he was ruffling up his dark shaggy hair with a towel. He smiled wide when he noticed your presence. His bunny-like grin tugged at your heartstrings hard, meanwhile you felt an ache between your thighs that was growing more unbearable the more your eyes raked over Jungkook’s half naked body. It was like your entire being was trying to rip itself in half.

“Hey babe!” Jungkook sauntered over to you and gave you a sweet kiss that lasted nowhere near long enough.

“Kookie, can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jungkook cocked his head to the side.

“Umm… I’m not sure how to start this…” you trailed off, wrapping your arms around your shoulders. You remained silent far too long for Jungkook’s liking.

“Are you ok?” Jungkook’s big doe eyes were wide open as he took a step closer.

You had to turn your head away. The close proximity was killing you, and you had to get through this. “Sort of…” you murmured. You risked a glance up at his face to see his eyes light up with absolute panic.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Jungkook reached out and grabbed your shoulders, and electricity shot through your skin from his warm touch.

“Why won’t you sleep with me?” you uttered, barely above a whisper.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook shook his head in surprise.

“I said ‘Why won’t you sleep with me?’” you answered, this time at a higher volume than necessary.

Jungkook’s hands dropped from your shoulders as he backed away from you. He put his arms across his chest and stared at you for what seemed like forever, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Will you say something already?!” Boy, did that come out wrong.

“Are you being for real right now?!”

“Yeah I’m being for real!”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe this is seriously the only thing you care about.”

“Well I’ve been coming onto you for days and you’re just not having it!” You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to start yelling, but you’d been holding it in so long that you figured ‘Fuck it, might as well let it all out.’

“And why do you think that is? I just got back from tour, have you heard of a thing called jet lag?” Jungkook asked sarcastically.

“It’s been a whole week Kook! You trying to tell me you still have jet lag?”

“Does it matter if I do? Because from what I’ve seen you don’t care about how I’ve felt the past week in the slightest, so why would you care now?” Jungkook threw his arms up in frustration.

“How about how I feel?! You’ve been rejecting me after we haven’t had sex in months, and you haven’t let on about why you’re rejecting me at all!” You were getting angry now, and you could feel all the blood rushing to your face as you waited for his reply.

“Why is it so hard for you to just be considerate of the fact that I just wanted to rest? I told you more than once I didn’t want to do anything! You sound so selfish right now!” Jungkook took a step forward, and you could see in his face he was becoming just as angry as you were.

“Well what about the night of the party?”

“What do you mean ‘What about the night of the party?’”

“I heard that moan! When I was kissing your neck? You liked it and you pushed me away anyway! What the fuck is up with that?!”

“You were piss drunk! Excuse me for not wanting to fuck you while you’re barely even there! Especially after I told you more than once that night that I was tired. There seems to be a recurring theme here,” Jungkook countered.

You were at a loss for words, and after a few tense moments Jungkook continued to unload on you.

“What I don’t understand is why you have to keep pushing it! The only thing you’ve wanted since I got back is sex! You didn’t want to spend time with me at Jin’s, you’d rather just get shitfaced with MY friends. You haven’t tried to spend any real time with me at all! It’s like you only missed my dick, not me! And this whole time I’ve actually been being pretty fuckin’ nice about it! I’ve been pissed off for a whole fucking week and not once have I taken it out on you!” Jungkook was seething, his breathing becoming heavier. Now you could see the fire burning in his pupils, you just wished it had been under better circumstances.

“So you’re pissed that I want to have sex with you?! What kind of sense does that make? Does that mean that you don’t want to fuck me at all? That this whole week you haven’t wanted to fool around even a little?!”

“Of course I want to! What, do you think these past few months were easy for me?! You’re not the only one here who hasn’t had any form of sexual contact in months you know! Do you know how hard it is to listen to your friends fucking in the other room while you’re on the other side of the world from you’re girlfriend? So of course I want to! It’s just kinda hard to get in the mood when I feel like the only thing you care about is my dick and not the whole me!” Jungkook’s whole body was so tense that he was shaking.

“Ok, fine! Sure, let’s just say I was wrong, or was being selfish. If you were tired and jet lagged, or I pissed you off, all you had to do is tell me! And you didn’t. You just pretended that I didn’t have feelings too! That makes you just as guilty as me.” You stepped closer to him, his height unable to intimidate you. If your rage wasn’t (thankfully) blocking out your desire you didn’t know if you’d even be able to speak. How long that would last you had no idea, but you weren’t going to let the opportunity pass you by. You weren’t backing down.

“I’m not wrong. You should have taken the hint.” The slightly softened look on Jungkook’s face when he finished speaking told you he was just grabbing at straws, so you knew it was time to go in for the kill.

“Oh! Mr. Sanctified can never be wrong! Jeon Jungkook is a God among men, how could he possibly make an error!?” you spat sarcastically, your words laced with venom as you pretended to speak to an audience around you, waving your arms around patronizingly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, clearly fed up with your little performance.

“I was wrong, and so were you,” you hissed, punctuating your point by poking him in the chest.

Jungkook stepped closer to you once more, his face now a mere inch away from yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Once again the close proximity snapped you out of your thoughts, and all you wanted to do was reach over and touch his taut abdominal muscles.

“Oh my God, fine! I was wrong too! What more do you want from me?!”

“I want you to fuck me already!!!”

There was silence. Neither of you spoke for a few incredibly long seconds. Every little sound around you slowly amplified in your ears as you stared into his heavy-lidded brown eyes: your heartbeat thrumming in your chest, Jungkook’s quickening breaths, the clock on the wall that marked each second that ticked by while the both of you stood there, your bodies so close to touching and yet so far. The inches felt like miles. You wanted something to happen but the tension was so thick you didn’t know if you could actually move. Your arousal began dripping down your thighs, having already soaked though your lace panties. This was absolute agony.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened. By the time you noticed his lips move back to bare his gritted teeth Jungkook surged forward and pushed you back the few feet between you and the wall and pinned your arms above your head, ravenously biting and kissing at your pulsepoint and pressing his body against yours. It sent you reeling, thrashing your head back against the wall as a guttural moan ripped from your throat. He knew right where your most sensitive spots were and he was not going to take his time getting there.

There was nothing gentle about Jungkook’s movements. It was purely carnal as he removed one of his hands from your wrists and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you into the most intense kiss he’d ever given you. Your teeth clashed, your tongue entangled with his, trying to taste every part of his mouth like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have.

When he pulled away you immediately felt empty, panting and gasping for air as you gazed at him. He was looking deep into your eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. You squirmed, desperate for more contact.

“Is this what you wanted, babygirl?” Jungkook sultry deep voice rippled through your body as his hand snaked up the hem of your dress, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” you panted out, having now lost all ability to compose yourself.

“I think we need to get these out of the way.” Jungkook let out a deep growl as he hooked his fingers through your panties and ripped them clean off your body. “I hope you don’t like this dress.” Without even waiting for you to respond, Jungkook let go of your wrists with his other hand and ripped your dress right down the middle and let it fall to the floor at your feet.

You stood there in front of him, almost completely bare with the exception of your bra. Jungkook’s gaze wandered all over your body, his eyes leaving tingles raking across your skin wherever they went. The anticipation was unbearable; your breathing was erratic and completely out of your control.

“Take that off.” Jungkook motioned for you to take off your last remaining garment with a nod of his head, and you quickly obliged, unhooking the clasps and tossing it to the side.

Jungkook rushed forward again, pinning your arms out to either side of you against the wall. His voice dripped with honey as he brought his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered. “Tell me what you want to do, babygirl.” Jungkook bit down softly on your earlobe and you nearly collapsed at the sensation, his breath fanning across the skin of your neck only intensifying your pleasure and your breaths were coming out in short puffs as you struggled to speak.

“Please let me ride your thigh.” you whined.

You could feel Jungkook smirk as he kissed the side of your neck, just under your ear. He straightened up and took off his towel, which had formed a tent from his erection, letting his cock spring free. The bulging veins running down the length of his long shaft were almost visibly throbbing, and fresh precum had started to bead at his tip.

For a moment you almost regretted not asking to get on your knees and please him. You almost felt selfish for asking for your own desire, but Jungkook grabbed your wrists again and pinned them above your head, and suddenly you forgot what you were thinking about as he slotted his leg between yours, giving you full access to what you wanted.

“Ride,” Jungkook drawled as a cocky smile spread across his face.

You immediately started grinding your hips against Jungkook’s thigh.The friction from his taut leg muscles flexing against your clit was overwhelming, and you began to roll your hips more feverishly against it, letting your slick juices spread across his hot, golden skin, all the while letting out wanton moans that made Jungkook’s cock twitch.

“You’re so fucking needy.” Jungkook brought a hand down to massage one of your breasts, before dipping down and taking your nipple into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue. He alternated his attention between both of your breasts, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin and then removing his mouth with a pop, and your hips stuttered as you whimpered his name over and over like a mantra, your eyes screwed shut.

“Look at me, babygirl.”

You snapped your eyes open to see Jungkook staring at you with the intensity of a supernova. You could feel your orgasm approaching, pooling at the bottom of your stomach, ready to overflow.

“Please let me touch you” you mewled, desperate for him to let go of your wrists so that you could run your hands along his body.

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get to touch me yet. Keep going baby.” He began to let his free hand wander along your skin, exploring the curvature of you hips and ass and sending shivers up your spine that only accelerated your oncoming orgasm.

You kept grinding your hips against his thigh, your clit so sensitive that each flex of his muscle threatened to throw you over the edge. Your moans were reaching peak volume, being so completely enraptured that you were unable to contain it, and your body was drenched in sweat.

Jungkook leaned forward and licked a stripe up your neck to your ear, making you writhe and whine in ecstasy, and he whispered one singular word.

“Cum.”

On command your orgasm rushed over you. Electricity shot up through every nerve ending in your body, every muscle in your legs tensing and beginning to shake from the sheer force of it. You threw your head back in rapture, allowing your cries of ecstasy to escape your chest of their own accord.

You breathed deeply, albeit shakily, as you slowed the rolling of your hips, riding out the remnants of your orgasm.

Slowly your limbs started to feel like jello, but just before you could sink down the wall and bask in your post-climax bliss, Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you further up against the wall, pressing his body against yours and wrapping your legs around his waist. He began leaving sweet, soft kisses along your shoulders and chest, nibbling on your breasts and laving his tongue over the spots to soothe them. His movements were slow and gentle, a complete 180 from what had just transpired. Jungkook was the undisputed king of aftercare. God, you missed him so much.

Jungkook began rubbing soft circles on your thighs where he was holding you with his thumbs, occasionally grabbing a handful of your flesh and massaging it with his strong hands. You let out long, breathy moans at his ministrations, revelling in all of the sensations that were making your skin shiver in absolute bliss.

You realized that he’d let go of your hands, so you ran them along the breadth of his shoulders and down his chest, letting your nails lightly ghost across his skin.

Jungkook whispered your name into your skin, shivering at the sensation.

You wished that this would never end; that you and Jungkook could stay like this, worshipping each others bodies forever. This was euphoric. This was paradise.

You brought your hands up his neck and pulled his face to yours. Your lips met in a soft brush of skin, the embers of your passion slowly igniting and engulfing you as your tongues danced along the insides of each other’s mouths, growing more and more fervent as the seconds ticked by, the both of you whimpering and whining into the kiss

Jungkook wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and peeled you away from the wall as you reached up and threaded your fingers through his long raven hair, tugging on the strands. He walked you over to the living room and placed you on the couch. The moon was shining bright through the open curtains, casting an almost mystical glow on Jungkook’s skin as he removed himself from you and started kissing his way down your body toward your glistening cunt.

But you wanted to please him. You’d barely gotten to touch him so far, and you so craved to. Jungkook had reached your stomach when you decided it was his turn; if you caught him off guard you’d be able to overpower him enough to pin him to the couch.

In one swift movement you managed to flip him over on the couch, and you slid your body down off the furniture and onto your knees so that you were eye level his magnificent, beautiful cock. Just as your knees hit the floor, you had an incredible idea that made you giddy with excitement. You were going to take revenge on him for all of the rejection of the past week.

You looked up into his deep doe eyes that had widened in shock at your boldness. You smirked to yourself at your successful plan, knowing that he had not expected that at all, and that he had no idea what you had in store for him. It was your turn to get even. It was time to make him sweat.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“It’s your turn Kookie.” Your voice was sugary sweet as you rubbed your hands up and down his muscular thighs. You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head with feathery light pressure, before licking up the precum that was dribbling out of his tip.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip to hold back a whine. This was going to be fun.

You continued leaving kitten licks all across his shaft, and Jungkook began running his fingers through your hair. Then, unprovocted, you instantaneously took his entire cock into your mouth all the way to the base, and buried your nose into his taught stomach, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Jungkook as his head fell back against the headrest of the couch and his fingers tightened in your hair. You swallowed while his cock was still buried in your throat, and it began to throb against the walls of your mouth.

Jungkook’s breath was ragged as you started to bob up and down, occasionally stopping to lick a stripe up from the base of his cock, or to spit on it to make everything messy. Delicious breathy moans and whimpers were leaving his lips that only goaded you on further.

His thighs started to tense and shake. He was close.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook whined.

As soon as Jungkook spoke, you gripped the base of his cock and squeezed, and you removed your mouth from him and sat back on your haunches so that you could watch his reaction.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open in panic. “What’s going on?” Jungkook panted.

“Shhhh, baby, calm down.” You felt devious as you crawled forward toward his messy, throbbing cock again. You placed your tongue back at his base and repeated the process all over again; licking, sucking and swallowing on his cock until you felt him getting ready to cum again. Once again you pulled completely away and left his orgasm hanging in the ether.

What you saw when you looked up at him this time had your heart racing in excitement. Jungkook was totally wrecked. His body was drenched in sweat, his hair was matted to his forehead, and his breathing was frantic. If it hadn’t been so long since you’d been together it might have taken a few more times to make him look like this, but it made pride swell in your chest that Jeon Jungkook, long haired international rock god, looked this fucked out because of you.

“Baby, please,” Jungkook whined. He looked so desperate as his chest rose and fell in rapid succession and his cock throbbed, “Please let me cum.”

You smirked as you crawled up from the floor and straddled him. Jungkook’s cock was pressed up against his stomach, and you began to roll your hips against his head, allowing it to slide across your clit.

“Mmm, fuck,” Jungkook whimpered, rolling his head back

“Look at me Kookie.”

Jungkook looked up at you, the sweaty fringe of his bangs hanging in his eyes, and bit down on his lip.

You pressed your forehead to his as you reached down and lined his cock up with your entrance. You slowly sunk down onto him, savoring the stretch inside your pussy, and you both sighed out in pleasure. You pulled Jungkook into a tender kiss as you bottomed out, and you began grinding your hips up and down tantalizingly slow.

Jungkook pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes and gritted his teeth. His hands snaked down to the flesh of your ass and squeezed, guiding your hips as you continued to ride him.

The feeling of finally having Jungkook inside you was other-worldly. It sent warm tingles across your skin with every stroke. How had you functioned this whole tour without being able to have him like this? It was like Jungkook was custom made just for you.

Jungkook’s moans were getting louder and more desperate sounding and you still hadn’t even sped up yet, trying to drag out the slow grind of your hips, to feel every single inch of him. You contemplated getting off of Jungkook one more time, but as if he could read your mind, Jungkook stopped that thought in its tracks.

“Don’t you dare think about edging me again.”

You placed your hands on his chest, fanning your fingers out across the smooth skin. You were about to push yourself up when Jungkook wrapped his arms around you waist to hold you on top of him.

“Please baby, I’m so close.” Jungkook began rutting up into you, keeping the pace you’d already set. The addition of his rolling hips made it so that he was hitting your g-spot, and you leaned down to bite on his shoulder to stifle your moans.

Jungkook’s own thrusts were getting sloppy. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was close.

“Where do you want me to cum, babygirl?” Jungkook whispered in your ear.

“Inside me,” you mewled. Your second orgasm was rapidly approaching and it was getting hard to try and form coherent responses.

Soon after his request, Jungkook’s hips stuttered and his thighs tensed as his orgasm flooded over him. Strings of hot cum filled you up as you helped him ride out his orgasm, his face buried in the bruised flesh of your neck to muffle his cries of euphoria, before exhaling a deep, shaky breath.

You laid there on top of him for a few moments, content with the fact that you’d only get to cum once, but vibrations against your skin caught you off guard. Jungkook was…laughing.

Jungkook chuckled into the crook of your neck for a few seconds before uttering a string of words that made your stomach drop, because it reminded you that there was a critical piece of knowledge that you’d overlooked.

“You’re gonna get it, now.”

The critical piece of knowledge you’d forgotten, was that Jungkook can stay hard.

It was at this moment that you knew, you fucked up.

With a growl Jungkook pushed the both of you onto the floor. Your back hit the floor with a soft thud, and Jungkook folded you in half as a wicked grin stretched across his face. He lined himself up and entered you with a snap of his hips, pushing his cock in all the way to the hilt and causing some of his cum to squeeze out.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good filled up with my cum.” Jungkook pulled all the way out and plunged back into your pussy with enough force to scoot your body up the floor. Cries of pleasure erupted from your chest as he set a punishing pace, crashing his hips against yours hard and fast.

You lost all concept of time and reality, knowing only the feeling of Jungkook inside you, his growls and moans, your sobs of ecstacy, the wet sounds of your bodies smacking together, and the feeling of a second orgasm poising itself to explode through your body.

Jungkook’s hips started to stutter and become sloppy as he reached down between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit.

You arched your back off the floor, all of the sensations growing too much for you to handle.

With a few more expert thrusts, Jungkook threw you over the edge again. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung wide open, your climax so powerful that your whole body seized up as electricity shot through your nerves.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groaned as your walls convulsed around his cock, sending him into the throes of his own orgasm, painting your walls white as he emptied himself into you for a second time. He rode the both of you through your highs until your body went completely limp, basking in bliss.

Jungkook pulled out of you and reached up to brush the wet hair out of your face. His eyes softened, and he gazed at you lovingly, smiling at your completely fucked out state. “Better?”

A loud laugh erupted from your chest. “Yeah, much better,” you chuckled.

“Good.” Jungkook knelt down between your legs to admire the cum that was slowly dripping out of your pussy. He took a finger and tried to push it back inside you, but there was so much that it ended up forcing some of it back out. “You’re not allowed to clean this, understand? You have to sleep filled up with my cum tonight.”

“Ok Kookie.” You nodded your head lazily in acknowledgment and patted the piece of floor next to you, signaling Jungkook to lay down.

Jungkook crawled over to you and laid down, allowing you to rest your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

You melted into his body with a sigh.

After a few moments of silence a question popped into your head. “Why were all the lights off when I got home?”

Jungkook chuckled quietly. “If we’d made it to the bedroom you’d have found out.”

You perked you head up so that you could see Jungkook’s face. “What do you mean?”

“I set candles and stuff up in the room. Figured maybe our minds would clear up if we both weren’t so fuckin horny. But you had to go and be impatient like usual,” Jungkook said with a smirk as he stared at the ceiling.

You laid your head back on his chest, your eyelids becoming heavy. “I’m sorry about being kind of a bitch.”

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell underneath you as he took a deep breath. “It’s ok babygirl, I’m sorry too.” Jungkook gave you a tender kiss on the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I luh- you…too, Kookie,” you mumbled as sleep started to overtake you. The last thing you heard before you slipped into dreamland was Jungkook chuckling at your sleepy voice, and the ringtone you had set for Yoongi’s contact.

The gossip would have to wait until tomorrow.

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