#to be clear she had the bun before i liked jjk

[sashisuse]

there is fire in my veins.

[klapetka]

Between Curses and Connection (JJK fanfiction)

Hii, this story is set in times when Gojo and Geto were in school.  It is Geto x fem reader Its my first fanfiction after not writing anything in years, I hope you enjoy it.  __________________________________________________________

"Come on, give it another shot," Geto encouraged, his voice steady and warm, radiating an unshakable patience.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" a familiar voice called out from the doorway. I turned to see Gojo, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk playing on his lips. As Geto's best friend, and in some ways his brother, Gojo shared a bond with him that was as easy as it was unbreakable—a friendship forged through many of missions, school, and countless late-night talks.

"We're practicing a domain expansion," Geto explained, as if that was an everyday occurrence. We were in the school's gym, a space designed to handle students' powers without the risk of turning the building into rubble. Geto stood in his oversized white T-shirt, his hair tied up in that messy bun he always wore. There was a gentle warmth in his smile that made my heart do an involuntary flip. ____

Moving to Tokyo from my tiny village in the south had been a shock. Back home, I'd always had friends around me, eager to dive into every event and outing. But when my cursed technique started to emerge, I withdrew, worried that getting too close to anyone could bring them danger. My second month at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a whirlwind of learning, my only constant being Tori, my best friend and fellow first-year. She had an energy that brightened even the hardest days, and together we navigated the highs and lows of this new world.

One day, as we strolled across campus, we overheard a group of second-year boys joking loudly. Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, "Honestly, boys can be so clueless sometimes."

Silence fell over them, and I instantly regretted my comment—until Geto, who stood among them, let out a soft chuckle. "You know, she's right." That was the first time I noticed him, really noticed him.

A few weeks later, Tori and I were paired with older students for a mission. As we waited on the front steps, a tall figure cast a shadow over us.

"Y/N, ready to go?" Geto asked, his warm smile setting me at ease instantly. His calm, assured presence felt like a gentle current guiding me forward.

"Suguru Geto," he introduced himself, extending his hand to help me up. I took it, feeling a strange warmth rush through me.

"You bringing those?" he nodded at my nunchaku. I felt a bit self-conscious for relying on cursed weapons, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. That mission, we talked about everything—our hometowns, dreams, even the fears. Days turned into weeks, and somewhere along the line, he became much more than a friend. ____

"What's the problem here?" Gojo's voice snapped me back to the present.

"She can't focus," Geto explained, his brows furrowed with concern before I could respond.

"It's not about focus," I protested, shaking my head. "I just can't... make it happen."

Gojo grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Maybe you're nervous with Geto watching."

"Stop it, Satoru," Geto said, tone firm but playful. I crossed my arms, cheeks flushed, as Gojo circled around behind me.

"Alright, alright. Let's help her," Gojo said, surprisingly gentle. "Your domain expansion isn't just a skill; it's an extension of who you are. Think of what you want to create or protect. Let that vision center you."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart and focus on the images swimming in my mind.

"Now!" Gojo's voice rang out, sharp and clear.

"Domain Expansion!" I called, feeling the surge of cursed energy ignite within me.

When I opened my eyes, we were standing in a huge, surreal version of my childhood room. The pastel pink walls stretched up and out in every direction, towering like cliffs, and the dark wooden furniture loomed above us, immense and imposing. A fluffy pink carpet sprawled beneath our feet, each fiber a thick thread that felt like walking through a field. The white bed sat like a mountain in the distance, its plush sheets and pillows colossal, soft hills on an unreachable horizon. Everything was enormous, transforming this familiar, cozy space into an otherworldly, unsettling landscape where we felt no bigger than insects 

"Whoa...where are we?" Gojo's wide eyes darted around in amazement.

"Is this your childhood room?" Geto asked softly, stepping forward. I nodded, a mix of pride and nostalgia swelling within me. But as quickly as the awe filled me, a strange pulse echoed through my chest—an unfamiliar rhythm that wasn't my own heartbeat. Suddenly, I felt Gojo's excitement, electric and infectious, like a thrill that invaded my mind. Beneath it, a shadow of uncertainty from Geto, a hint of worry that made my stomach tighten.

The emotions tangled and twisted within me, clashing until I couldn't distinguish my feelings from theirs. Their emotions surged and ebbed, waves crashing against the edges of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. Gasping, I released the domain, desperate to return to my own thoughts.

In an instant, we were back in the gym.

"That was incredible, Y/N! You did it!" Gojo's grin was contagious, but I could barely manage a weak smile. I felt disoriented, echoes of their emotions lingering, blurring the line between us.

I stumbled over to the bench, head in my hands, trying to shake off the lingering sensation.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Geto knelt beside me, his face filled with the same worry I had sensed moments ago. "You did amazing, Y/N. Really."

"I... I could feel what you two were feeling," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It wasn't just knowing; it was like your emotions were inside me. Geto... your anxiety—it was this heavy, steady thing, like it was rooting me to the ground. I couldn't tell where I ended and you two began. Everything just... twisted together, clashing and pulling me under." I took a shaky breath.

They exchanged glances, as if sharing some silent realization, their eyes lighting up like they'd stumbled upon a powerful secret.

"Emotion control," they said in unison, excitement flickering in their eyes.

I blinked, still reeling. "My cursed technique... lets me sense emotions?"

"Not just sense," Geto clarified, pride glinting in his gaze. "You might even be able to influence them."

Gojo clapped his hands, bouncing slightly. "Think of the possibilities! You could be one of the most unique jujutsu sorcerers!"

---------------------------------------------------- later -------------------------

Standing in my bathroom, still in pajamas and brushing my teeth, I heard a knock, then the door creaked open.

"Hey, babe... you here?" Suguru's voice drifted in, casual yet familiar, as he entered my dorm room. His footsteps neared the bathroom, and soon enough, his reflection appeared beside me in the mirror.

"I thought maybe we could talk about today," he said, watching me finish brushing. He gently swept my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck. I put down my toothbrush, rinsed, and wiped my mouth before turning to face him.

Leaning back against the sink, hands gripping the edge, I stared at the floor. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon," I began, my voice low as I turned back to the mirror, applying moisturizer. Suguru stood there, all quiet, patiently, listening.

"It's just... a weird feeling," I said, barely louder than a whisper. "It felt like I was invading your space, getting in your head. Seeing you in my childhood room—it just made me feel exposed, like I was that scared kid all over again. And when I felt your anxiety..." I paused, feeling my words tighten in my throat.

Turning to him, I pressed my forehead to his chest, and his arms folded around me, his chin resting softly on my head. "I've been aware of others' feelings for a while now. Ever since my cursed technique started showing up, it's like everyone's emotions just wash over me all the time." I buried my face in his chest, voice breaking slightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he held me closer.

"I just wish I didn't have to use it at all. The emotional overload is intense. And please... don't start in on 'training' again."

He laughed softly, his grip tightening. "So, you'd rather stick with the nunchakus?"

I laughed, swiping at a stray tear. "If it keeps me from spiraling, yeah—nunchakus are the vibe."

Jujutsu High dorms were basic: small room, double bed, a desk pushed against one wall, and a narrow wardrobe across from the bed. The bathroom was cozy (aka tiny) but serviceable, with plain white tiles. Not exactly luxe, but I made it home with plants, which honestly helped a ton. Even with tiny windows, the soft filtered light made it a bit of a sanctuary.

Tomorrow was a light class day, so we planned to chill tonight, as we often did—either binge-watching something or just taking a walk. I was winding down, already half-ready for bed.

I grabbed my small watering can, filling it at the sink before handing it to Suguru, who took it with a familiar nod. He knew the drill. While he watered the plants, I switched on my desk lamp, grabbed my laptop, and settled into bed. The quiet between us was calming—a comfortable silence that felt like home.

As he tended to the plants, I could tell he was mulling something over.

"I have to say it..." he began, his focus on a fern. "If we could just train one more time, I think you'd get the hang of it. That technique of yours? It's powerful." Putting the can down. His voice softened, and he came over to sit on the bed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me that look.

"What are you saying, monkey?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile, even though the nickname made me cringe. But it was Suguru, and he meant well, so I rolled with it.

With a sigh, I reached up and tugged his hair loose from its bun, letting it fall around his face as I smiled. "Fine... whatever my monkey wants," I laughed, feeling his warm hand on my cheek as he leaned in, his lips soft against mine, his other hand lightly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss.

Fumbling a bit, I managed to shove my laptop onto the nightstand without breaking contact. He eased me back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping under my t-shirt to rest on my waist, his touch making me shiver. I gasped softly as he shrugged off his shirt, his broad shoulders and loose hair giving him that unreal look that always left me a little breathless.

I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my pajama top so we were both bare from the waist up, skin against skin. He leaned down, catching my lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under my pajamas. My breath hitched, heartbeat racing as his touch grew more intense.

"I love how you're always so ready for me," he whispered, his voice low, leaving me flushed. The excitement was dizzying, making me scream inside from excitement.

I stopped kissing him, focusing on my breath as he slid two fingers inside me, my back arching instinctively. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, shifting onto his knees with that smirk that always got my pulse going. With one smooth motion, he slipped off my pajama pants and underwear, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

He stepped off the bed, grabbed a condom from a small purple box on my desk, and returned, his gaze never leaving mine. Sliding off his bottoms, he rolled it on with a quick flick, then moved in close, one hand pressing into the mattress beside my face, the other settling firmly on my waist. I lifted my knees, inviting him in, and he entered me with a gentle but powerful thrust. A quiet moan escaped me as I tilted my head back, savoring the moment.

His movements matched our breath, each thrust sending sparks down my spine. His face was close, his breath warm against my skin, merging with my own. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles, tracing the shape of him as we moved together.

Our kisses grew messier, more urgent, punctuated by gasps and quiet moans. His grip tightened, each motion more intense, sweat beading on his forehead as he moved, both of us lost in the rhythm.

Then, he paused, catching his breath before gently turning me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, anticipation building as he spread my legs and entered again. One hand gripped the bed frame, the other braced beside me as his pace quickened, his low groans filling the room.

As he moved, his breaths grew faster, more ragged. With a final shudder, he collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling. I nestled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped around me as we let the moment settle.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured, brushing a kiss on my forehead. Warmth filled me as I reached for the comforter, pulling it over us both, giving him a soft smile.

"I love you too, Suguru," I whispered, my voice steady. We curled up together, his arm secure around me, and slowly drifted off, wrapped in the quiet warmth of each other. ______________________________________________________________________

- to be continued please leave a comment or something so I know someone likes this. 

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[tinymaru-archived]

Counting stars has never been lonelier.

• genre.: angst, fluff

• word count.: ~ 3k

• warnings.: implied character death, jjk manga spoilers, Gojo being a simp

• a/n.: This is the first time I’ve written anything and it’s just me hurting myself. Enjoy.

Special thanks to @yuujispinkhair for the inspiration and to @cellophanes-princess and @ghostbeam for enduring my rambling about this for days, I owe you one.

During balmy summer nights, they often used to sneak out to go stargazing on one of the hills surrounding Jujutsu Tech.

They would make up new constellations only the two of them knew the names of, planning their futures while listening to the cicadas until they’d both fall asleep together under the moonlit sky.

Just like that one day of august, 10 years ago.

“One.”

They stumbled towards their desks half an hour late, giggling as they dropped their backpacks on the floor. Suguru pressed his lips together to a thin line, but Satoru still noticed the suppressed laughter in his eyes.

There was a blade of grass stuck in his disheveled raven hair, a few strands stuck on his sweaty forehead from their run here. The usually neatly tied bun was hanging low and the hair elastic almost fell out. They didn’t even have time to change their uniforms that morning, damp dirty patches were scattered all over Suguru’s back from the morning dew soaking the ground they slept on.

He really was the most beautiful hobgoblin Satoru has ever seen and it made his stomach turn.

“Stop dreaming and sit down already, and at least wash your damn face next time before you come to my lecture!” His mentor snapped his fingers in front of Satoru’s face and his classmates bit their tongues.

Yeah, he probably didn’t look any better than his friend who was now grinning at him, wiping his own left cheek with his pointer to indicate the dirt on Satoru’s.

Yaga made his way back to the blackboard while explaining something about the importance of putting up a curtain when fighting curses, but Satoru didn’t really listen. He pulled his sleeve over the heel of his hand and mirrored Suguru’s wiping until the other nodded and stuck his tongue out at him.

Leaning back in his chair, he undid his hair tie and combed through the unruly locks falling over his shoulders with his fingers — hissing and scrunching his nose when they got tangled in the ring he wore.

Mesmerized, Satoru watched his calloused hands as he pulled his hair into a tight bun again with quick, skilled movements.

Oh, the things he would do, just to see Getou with his hair down one more time.

“Two.”

The morning lecture stretched like chewing gum and Satoru swore if he could blow up the clock on the wall by staring at it long enough he would have done it.

Who even needed to know about curse theory?

Why couldn’t they just fight them and find out for themselves? Would have been far less tiring this way.

He yawned, shoved his hands into his pockets and spread his long legs under the desk, kicking the empty chair in front of him in the process. Trying to keep himself from passing out right then and there, he threw the lighter in his pocket at the woman sitting to his right.

Shoko chewed on the back of her pen as she always did when she couldn’t get her smoking break every hour, mouthing a silent „Thank you“. She picked up the bright pink lighter and stuck it into her own pocket. Oh, wonderful.

Not only did the failed attack lose him Suguru’s lighter, it also earned him an annoyed glance and a raised eyebrow from his Professor.

He straightened his back, put on the most innocent smile he could manage and cleared his throat, only to slump right back down in his chair as soon as Yaga turned his back on him.

He glanced over to his left, where Suguru was doodling something on his papers absentmindedly. Peeking over the rim of his sunglasses, he leaned over to get a closer look, and his eyes widened at the realization.

Satoru recognized that pattern.

They had made this constellation up almost a year ago, when he rested his tired head on his friend’s shoulder after they fought a special grade curse and it got a bit rougher than expected. They had been covered in blood, every bone in their bodies aching, but the silence under the curtain and the warmth Suguru’s body provided had been so comforting.

It’s been his favorite one ever since.

The fact that Suguru seemed to have memorized it so much that his hands decided to draw it unintentionally made Satoru’s heart clench. He suppressed a sigh and quickly pushed his sunglasses back up, he was sure he looked like a lovesick puppy and it would only have gotten him teasing comments if anyone noticed.

“Three.”

“This is why you still look like a twig. You need to eat some real food or else I’ll end up being the strongest one alone.”

His friend took out his headphones and watched him unwrap another one of the strawberry candies he bought for him at the Konbini, after he came back from his last mission in Shinjuku. He could have easily went there on his own to buy as many sweets as he wanted, but he’d rather cherish the small bags he secretly put into the pocket of his uniform every once in a while.

“But you’re only having a cigarette for lunch,” Satoru mewled in response.

He found himself shamelessly staring at his exposed neck as Suguru laid his head back to blow the pale blue smoke into the sky, mentally patting his own back for wearing the big round sunglasses that day.

“Well, do I look like a twig to you?”

His breath hitched when he noticed the smug look his friend threw at him through half lidded eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.

Satoru swallowed. He knew Suguru was well built, broad shoulders and toned thighs hidden under his loose school uniform.

He had seen his body exposed quite a few times after they took out higher grade curses, when he helped him bandage the wounds on his back he couldn’t reach by himself, always wondering why he refused to let Shoko do it.

She’s always been far better at nursing injuries than he would ever be, but he was glad Suguru trusted him with the task — though the last time was months ago at this point.

The constant training and hard workouts paid off at last.

When he realized he was still staring straight at the man in front of him, mouth gaping open, he felt the heat rise from his chest to his cheeks.

Suguru took another drag before flicking the bud in the general direction of the trash can, missing it by at least two feet. “Mmh, that’s what I thought,” he laughed, stroking back the stubborn strand of hair that fell in front of his eye.

“I’ll bring you some sandwiches next time.”

The strawberry candies have lost all their taste since then.

“Four.”

There it was, the triple knock on the wall to Satoru’s room, his sign to grab his backpack and shoes to meet his best friend in the hallway. It has been like a ritual, something so reliable he could set his clock on it. Still, he found himself getting antsy, pacing around his room like a panther behind bars and trying to distract himself somehow every evening, waiting for the time to pass.

Suguru gave him a coy smile, still gripping the doorknob to his own room so as to not make a sound while closing it. “Got everything?”

He grinned back at him, pointing at his too small backpack filled to the brim with sweets and his books for the next day before readjusting his shades.

The back haired man slowly pulled the door shut, eyebrows knit together when the lock clacked.

Satoru started following him towards the common room.

He wore the same washed out grey shirt he had when they first started attending Jujutsu Tech, only that now it hat gotten a little tight across his chest and shoulders and hugged his lean, but now far more muscular arms. Still looked good on him in combination with those black, low hanging sweatpants in Satoru’s opinion, even though he had to admit that he was a bit biased when it came to Suguru’s looks. Besides, his sense of fashion was never something he took much pride in.

He heard a loud creak and froze. “What the — Shit!” Suguru swirled around, both of them staring in shock at the door next to them.

Those damn rotten planks! With the amount of money the higher-ups made, you’d think they’d at least keep the school intact.

They held their breaths. Satoru could make out an annoyed sigh, followed by the tapping of bare feet on the floor inside of their mentor’s room.

Wasting no time, Suguru grabbed him by the collar and pulled him around the next corner, shushing at him while shoving him against the wall. He balled his right hand to a fist right next to his head and Satoru could see the prominent veins adorning his forearm. Suguru’s breath was hot on his face, misting his sunglasses.

Being so close to him, their noses almost touching, made his pulse quicken. His gaze fell down on the tip of the pink tongue peeking out his lips to wet them, barely a few inches from his own. He felt his palms getting sweaty.

It was too tempting to lean forward just a little bit, what if he just — No, come on, get a grip.

"Did you really have to slam me against the wall like we’re in some dramatic romance novel?" His voice came out only a little bit hoarse but otherwise was as smug as he intended.

He tried to deepen his shallow breathing to calm himself and not let his thoughts wander off to places they didn’t belong. What a mistake that was.

Suguru’s scent was overwhelming, crawling into the deepest ends of his mind and numbing everything else around him. He smelled the lavender growing in front of his window and freshly brewed coffee and musky leather. There was a hint of smoke in it, but it never bothered him, it had become a part of him by now. He inhaled once again, the scent of his anchor, of a comfortable security in the chaos that was his life. Of home.

Satoru wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the crook of his neck and pull him into a tight embrace. He never would have let him go.

The moment was over before he could even sort his thoughts, the grip on his collar loosening as Suguru pulled away, a chuckle leaving his chest.

"Yeah obviously I had to, since you’re too clumsy to walk down the hallway without making noise. Did you want us both to get detention for leaving the school after midnight again?”

Satoru rolled his eyes, getting up on wobbly legs and attempted to straighten out the wrinkles his friend's fist left in his shirt.

“You were the one who thought this was a good idea, but thank you so much for saving me from that horrible fate, my hero!" The sarcasm couldn’t deceive over his bashful smile.

“You’ll be the death of me.”

He hid his nose in the soft grey fabric of the t-shirt, but the scent was long gone.

“Five.”

They walked the rest of the way next to each other in silence, passing the historical buildings and the tall entrance to the College, until the canopies became sparse above them.

Satoru laid back his head and he couldn’t help but wonder if, somewhere in the infinity of the black sky, there would have been a world where he could gather the courage to tell his friend how he truly felt.

His heart fluttered when he noticed Suguru’s hand searching for his, clearly hearing the soft smile in his voice.

“You’ll trip over a root if you don’t watch your feet.”

Satoru closed his eyes and bathed in the warm feeling of Suguru’s hand sliding into his own, their fingers entwining like it was second nature.

Goosebumps spread over his back and arms. For once, he was able to give up all control, allowing himself to be led into the right direction by the one he trusted the most.

They didn’t let go while laying down in the grass, listening to each other’s heartbeat and the occasional rustling of the warm breeze through the leaves of the nearby trees.

He felt the pair of dark eyes fixated on him while his friend’s thumb stroked the back of his hand and smiled to himself.

He was glad his red string of fate connected him to this man he could just be himself with. Suguru had always been the only one who didn’t expect perfection from him at all, but who looked behind his façade and chose to embrace his flaws. He was grounding him, keeping him sane when the walls that were his responsibility were caving in, threatening to bury him.

There was no need for him to be the six eyed god everyone else saw in him, carrying the weight of the Jujutsu world on his shoulders.

When he was with Suguru, he was no sorcerer, not the head of the Gojo clan. He was just Satoru — the child he never got to be.

But for Satoru, Suguru Getou was everything.

If he ever believed in the existence of soulmates, it would’ve been him, the one he could bare his very being to. He would have laid the whole world to his feet, defended him to every enemy and bent the laws of nature for him if he just said the word. If he ever gave him a chance.

Together, they were invincible.

He sighed deeply, ran his fingers through his silvery hair and put the free hand behind his head, losing himself in the sky.

Everything was turned upside down, they were flying over the endless void that was the universe and Satoru was sure he would fall if it weren’t for the hand in his that kept him bound to the earth above them.

“Six,

Seven.”

“I’m going to get it tattooed one day,” Suguru said, pointing upwards and tracing the constellation into the air with his finger.

“Me too.” Satoru opened his eyes to the crystal clear night sky, hundreds of stars reflecting in them. The Milky Way was visible from here, a band of light spanning from one side of the horizon to the other, despite the proximity to Tokyo’s bright street lights, lit up skyscrapers and neon advertisements.

“No you won’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It looks cool and it reminds me of you.'' He turned on his side towards his best friend who was already watching him, studying his features with an amused look.

“You won’t get a tattoo because you’re a damn coward, ‘toru. Besides, that’s cheating, you’re supposed to remember the constellation without seeing it everytime you look in the mirror.”

I already see it every time I look at your smile. I always want to remember you, I want to remember these nights with you.

Satoru silently cursed himself for taking too long to find a good answer, even though he could taste the words on the tip of his tongue. He felt nauseous, hearing his own blood circulate in his ears. Maybe next time.

This wasn’t at all how he planned to confess to him, the young man he fell in love with when the two of them were still kids. The conversation was way too casual and he wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

Looking back, maybe that was the only perfect moment.

“Eight.”

“A shooting star, over there! The first one tonight!” Suguru smacked his shoulder to gain his attention and Satoru flinched at the impact, too deep in his own thoughts.

“Quick, make a wish!” He took another drag of his cigarette.

“I wish I could finally grow a beard!” Satoru blurted out in an attempt to not only lighten his own mood, but also to admire the way his friend's nose wrinkled and his eyes turned into beautiful black crescents when he laughed.

“You’re kidding, aren’t you? You’d look like my grandfather! No no no —” he grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. What a bummer. “Make a serious wish. Something you won’t regret later.”

“I wish —“ Noticing a single tiny cloud making its long way across the sky, he took a deep breath, his chest heaving, “I wish we could just lie here and look up at the stars forever.”

Suguru huffed. “Idiot, you shouldn’t have told me.” He sat up and his gaze wandered off into the distance, the slight smile slowly crumbling. Satoru watched him through heavy eyelids as he distracted himself by fumbling with the small hole in his shirt, accidentally ripping it open even more before he crossed his arms around his knees, pressing them to his chest.

“Now it won’t come true” he added, his voice cracking barely audible.

He wonders what was worrying his mind that night, if he somehow knew what was inevitably going to happen.

“Nine,” Gojou whispers to himself with a lump in his throat, the shooting star above him getting blurry.

His hands cling onto his arms like they’re the only thing keeping his shattered soul inside of his chest, stroking the stars connected by thin lines on his bicep. Even though he learned how to hide it, his heart has always been fragile as glass, the weight of it becoming unbearable when he’s painfully reminded of his only weakness, his vulnerability.

To be the honored one, the single strongest sorcerer, also meant to be alone.

Could he have done anything, said anything to prevent them from slowly losing each other?

You were supposed to lie next to me. We should have been here together.

I would have loved you, I always did. I still do.

He doubts it.

Now all he can see behind his closed eyes is the hurt expression on Getou‘s face when he turned around that last night they spent on the hill.

“You know, Satoru, your eyes shine even brighter than all these stars.“

@brautschnitzel 2022. Don’t repost my stuff or I’ll hunt you down.

[namgee]

cry baby | jjk (m)

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ❥genre: smut, pwp, fwb au, university au (barely lol), fluff, 18+ ❥word count: 16.7k  ❥summary:

Jeon Jungkook [Jeon Jeong-gug] noun

1. The friendly (and hot) employee at your local roller rink. 2. Your friend with benefits of 3 months. 3. Someone who’s currently pissed at you for not casting your decisive vote on him in the disco rollerskating contest at his workplace. 4. A vengeful man determined on using his best assets to make you cry.

❥warnings: alcohol, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throating, slight dom jungkook (?), tattooed jk (that I didn’t mention enough tbh 😩), fingering, rough sex, some overstimulation, some slight edging some spanking, biting (this could have been written as a vampire au lol), light exhibitionism, sex in public places,  reader gives a lot of looks 👀 (let me know if I forgot something) ❥a/n: this story jumps time a bit at the start I actually got confused with the tense since I’m so used to writing in the present tense, hopefully it’s not too confusing and doesn’t mess with the flow of the story, i was trying two new things with this story : writing smut and exploring new story structure, sorry for any spelling mistakes 🥺. any feedback is appreciated ;)) btw the title was inspired by the movie cause jungkook’s looks for the dicon shoot fit it to the T. ❥taglist: @min-nicoleee​ @jeonsjiddies​ @ggukkieland​ 

You really like fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

He is made of just the right ratio of hardness and softness. You can simultaneously take an impromptu seat on the set of hard thighs that made for an irresistible lap. Thighs that still manage to mold themselves into the perfect weapon to attack the ever growing heat in your center. It’s precisely because of how much you like being confined under his heaving torso in the darkness of the night or the crack of dawn that you loved to stir his competitive spirit. 

Jungkook has been working at Diane’s Rink since his sophomore year of high school. Now two years into college and very capable of finding a better paying job he still chooses to remain an employee. The boss, Diane Berry, knows very well about the positive impact his presence has on her business, so she decided long ago to give him some perks apart from the bonus that grows for every year he remained an employee.  

One of the perks is allowing him, as staff, to participate in events held by the rink. From there on Jungkook has won the annual disco roller skating championship “Disco Craze” for four years in a row! A fit that he deserves, he is a great skater after all. 

A year ago you had moved from out of town to attend college. During your minimal sightseeing you come across a poster for the rink and its annual championship at the town hall. It turned out a friend of your roommate, Kyra, was a frequent visitor and was going to participate. 

On a chilly autumn day, the three of you headed to the rink itching for any kind of entertainment. Upon entering, the atmosphere was bubbling, strobe lights colouring smiling faces, people were gathered around the rink already cheering even though the competition wasn’t supposed to start for another fifteen minutes.

However, the minute you caught sight of what they were all looking at, an understanding nod was all you could give. Right there in the middle of the rink, the body of a well-shaped man clad with snug flare jeans skated effortlessly around as he swept the floor. You watched for a while as he moved around sweeping the same area a total of three times. Wow, he must really love the attention.

The competition started soon after you managed to get some snacks. Everyone clapped as the contestants entered the rink and lined themselves up for presentation. You were close to the rink ready to see it all when the real snack took the stage. 

Your roommate’s friend happened to be good, so good he managed to make you snatch your prying eyes away from “Mr. Swipe the Floor” for a good amount of time. Your attention was however brought back by the matter at hand as the sight of the most perfectly shaped globes of rear meat wrapped in a thin coat of denim passed by your eyes and you felt the urge to tap in. 

His performance on the rink, as if he was born in skates, didn’t help the matter at hand. Just like that, as if you were a primal woman hunting for a suiting partner and he was unaware of performing a nuptial dance, you made your mind then and there to somehow before the time you finish your education have him sweep something else other than the skating floor.

Everyone needs something to motivate them to keep going. Unfortunately for you, after that momentary day there weren’t many opportunities for you to go to attack. You can’t lie, you felt slightly guilty going after an oblivious prey, not that he looked like a prey. However, unknowing to you, your catch would lead to a drastic shift in your roles.

After a couple of months an opportunity finally presented itself. It was a Friday, the day after the fall midterm exam, and it was party time. Knowing fully well that his party royalty friends would drag him there, you figured you should go and try your luck. 

Somehow between finding out Kyra is a hardcore partygoer and getting lost in the enticing swing of the music you forgot about your primary mission. But a quick trip to the restroom, one which forced you to pass dozens of bodies plastered to the wall in pairs of two made sure to remind you of the night’s purpose. 

You searched around for him, a harder task than you had expected as people flocked around him and his friend group. You cursed yourself for the misfortune of having your eyes set on the popular boy with slick hair that’s otherwise hanging in loose waves, tucked behind his ears or in a bun. But it was too late then, you wanted something, someone and you were out to get it. 

In your moment of extreme strength and confidence, all of which were fuelled by Kyra’s weird and possibly slightly poisoning alcohol blend, you gave your best (and thankfully only) shot. Your eyes zeroed in on the man who you had come to know as Jungkook as he continued to socialise with his group of friends. 

The distance between the two of you wasn’t big (you had after all been creeping for most of the night) and no one was exactly looking at you, yet you put on your best stance and strutted confidently towards him. You had talked to Jungkook before for a grand total of two times, both of those instances were in class, so it technically didn’t count. As you approached the large group of people, shivers travelled up your spine at the sight of yet another snug pair of pants paired with a belt that accentuated his waist.

Just for a second you felt jealous and a bit insecure as you stared down at your own form. However, drunk you couldn’t keep her mind one thing for too long unless it was Jeon Jungkook (and some other miscellaneous but important things). The Jungkook that was looking at you as you lifted your head back up. 

FUCK.

You had imagined the first time you caught him looking at you to be very different. You were supposed to look confident, disinterested but still somehow soft. You thought that in some way, because women are amazing, you would have figured out how to make it all work.

Yet there you were looking back, gaze wavering to let yourself catch a breath. You were one hundred percent sure he was making you more intoxicated than whatever it was you drank. 

It was the forehead exposure, coupled with a sweet looking, curious puppy dog face that really made you realise you were fucked and you really wanted to get fucked. That day was your lucky day, maybe he had been  looking for a charity case. Jungkook’s eyes kept trailing past your tight fitting crop top to your fidgeting legs as you curved his group of friends and headed back the way you had come. The drink you had taken in the name of liquid courage had done absolutely nothing to help, but that time you didn’t mind, he had done exactly what you wanted without any prompting from your end. 

Your legs shuffled quickly away from them, crossing your fingers (in your mind of course), hoping his experience with the ladies made the message clear. You walked far enough to see Kyra’s reappearing form and still no sign of Jungkook anywhere near you. Maybe he wasn’t as intuitive as you had thought him to be. Or he was just playing with you the same way you would want to play with him, back and forth to see who would cave in first. 

Your chest deflated the closer you got to Kyra and you didn’t understand the enthusiastic smile she threw your way as she turned her back to you. Hmmm, okay, you guessed that was her way of cheering a friend up. You got near enough to whisper-yell at her about your debacle, but a smooth criminal wannabe named Jungkook got in between and you don’t think you had been any more happy in your life. 

“Thank god,” you whispered to yourself, pussy clenching right back up at the close up sight of his slick hair, the dizzying scent of his surprisingly sweet smelling perfume filling your nose as you attempted to discreetly inhale it all in, only to let out a loud sigh that bordered on a moan. 

“What’s your name?” He asked softly, eyes shifting to your feet to watch you take a small step back. You told yourself you moved to get a better look at him, to be able to be in control, enough to gauge the situation. You and him both knew it was a lie. You lost your footing at the sight of him and the creeping smirk on his lips which his teeth tried to fight away did more than just show his satisfaction.

But now that you were the tiniest bit farther away from him, you made the bold choice of looking up at him. He was still staring at you, everywhere. Face, cleavage, legs, the hands that toyed with the fabric of your pants. All you managed to catch, now that he was that much closer to you, closer than he had ever been and yet it didn’t feel close enough, was the glorious undercut on his head. If you didn’t want to fuck him before, now you definitely do.

He waved a hand in front of your face? Your eyes bulged. “What?” You sounded like a dumbass.

“Your name?” His head leaned closer into your space and your hand awkwardly traveled to swipe past your nose, hoping it was enough protection from his very conscious attack. 

“Hmm right… Y/N.” You gave him a strained smile. You were really straining after all, straining to keep yourself from jumping him in the middle of a room full with people. 

“I’ve seen you at Diane’s Rink before, do you skate?” 

Jungkook was making small talk with you and you never thought you would ever think this but it was weird. Though you couldn’t  control the way your heart skipped at the fact that he had noticed you before. 

“No. I don’t skate. I’m just there because my roommate's friend skates a lot, she introduced me to the place and you know, I thought why not. So like I end up going there whenever, I don’t have specific days or anything, yeah… I just think it’s a dope place to be at. Roller skating is fun and Diane’s Rink is just the right place to do that… yeah but as I said I don’t really skate…” If the amount of finger snaps, lip smacks, and shoulder shrugs inserted in between your reply wasn’t embarrassing enough, the weird skating motion you did with your body took the cake. 

But even through all of that, he chuckled. He chuckled loud enough for you to see his chest vibrate as the skin beside his eyes and nose scrunch up cutely. How? You swear you could have fried eggs on him just a minute ago (yes that’s how hot he was) and now this. Jungkook was already asking too much of your body  and you hadn’t even gotten in his pants yet. He let his soft chuckle die out, head hanging low along with his hair and decided it was time for you to die as he faced your gaze again, tattooed hand brushing through his hair as a full-blown smile adorned his mischievous expression.

Your Jungkook induced trance was broken for a second as you registered the quick floundering of someone’s hand behind him. Kyra’s hand. She made small hearts in front of her eyes only to make a cross with her arms. You gave her a pleading look. You guess it wasn’t enough for Jungkook to ask much of you but then your roommate wanted you to spare the little self control you had left to suppress your full blown heart eyes for a man and his skin tight leather pants.

You bit the inside of your cheek in hopes it would do something to bring your sanity back, anything. Jungkook’s right hand left his jacket pocket as he extended the tattooed hand your way, “You’re cute. By the way, I’m Jungkook.”

No. No. No! Wrong! He was lucky you already knew his name, how the heck did he expect someone to hear anything he says after he calls them cute, big gentle eyes looking at you. Also, have scientists yet to discover extra nerve endings on people’s hands because you’re sure a handshake wasn’t supposed to feel that good and warm. 

You stared at the way his hand surrounded your own. You were barely putting any strength into it (not that you had any). It was all too much for you and you snatched your hand away, shaking it as if you had just touched a hot pan. Now the whole of you had warmed up to an extra degree. 

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Would you like that?” You didn’t  give him any time to properly answer before you were  sprinting past his frame to grab onto Kyra’s arm as you pulled her to wherever the alcohol was. You turned a corner and found a safe place for the two of you to chat.

“Kyra it’s bad. Like really bad,” you whisper-yelled. “He’s all unaffected, making small talk for some weird reason and standing so close I almost, no I actually forget my own name. You know what, maybe I’m trying to catch a fish that’s just too big. I don’t think I’m ready to play with him yet. I should work my way up to the big boss, don’t you think? Maybe start with some hot dude from the sports department then someone from the arts department and then Jungkook from the science department. That’s a foolproof plan. What do you think?” You paced around her, sporting a convincing voice hoping that it was enough to fool your brain into downgrading its desires for a while cause your heart just wasn’t ready for him yet. 

“Hey!” Kyra slapped your arm. “It’s been what? 6, 7, 8 months of you thirsting after a man. Today it ends, my friend. I don’t care! You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook tonight. If that’s the only way for you to get it out of your system so you can notice all the other much better guys you could choose from if you want to have a meaningful and lasting relationship, then my sole mission today is to get his dick into your hole before this party ends.”

You gave her a side eye for her constant critique of your attraction to Jungkook. It is ninety percent physical but you had been around at the rink (only on the days he had a shift of course) to notice another side of him responsible for the growing ten percent of your attraction. But you would never tell that to Kyra. 

“Fine… but like, what do I do? Everything that comes out of my mouth is weird shit or tmi and I’m just flustered okay.” 

“Then don’t talk. Go back in there, give the drink you said you were getting–”

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Your incredulous voice didn’t  even faze her. She just gave you a ‘really?’ look and you put your hands up in surrender.

“Hmm where was I? Right!” She snapped her fingers, “Take him to the dance floor, back it up on him, get him hard, then move away from the crowd a bit and pounce!” She gave you her drink for prep,“From there everything should just progress naturally, maybe y’all will start with a couch make out sesh or just jump directly to the wall one and then find some cramped up place to bone it out, maybe if you’re lucky you will find an empty room.” 

You stared at her, chewing your lips.

“You can do this!” Kyra said, each hand on your respective arms as she gave you a hard stare. “Today, the thirsting ends. Okay, now go get the drinks” She shooed you away. 

“Right, right. I can do this” You pumped yourself up as if you were prepping for a boxing round and honestly it wasn’t too far from the truth with the way his whole presence was making your heart hammer against your chest. 

One drink in each hand you made it back to your spot, surprised and flattered that he stayed put but still nervous for what was to come. You reached out to give him a cup, the hand contact almost making you drop it.

“Hmm, sorry about earlier. I’m just you know, nervous.” You drank from your cup.

“Nervous, why?”

Kyra said no talking.

“Wanna dance?” You asked pointing to the crowd, completely ignoring his question. He shrugged his shoulder, taking a sip from his drink while squinting his eyes at you. He was feeling slightly confused by your behaviour. “Sure, why not?”

You chugged the remaining liquid in your cup, squirmed at the strength of the alcohol and made your first bold move by grabbing his open jacket and pulling him into the hot and sweaty crowd. You took a quick look at him before you did anything else and you were more than pleased to notice that he was patiently waiting for you to do something. 

The drink, the sight of him, the heat in the room and in your core. It was all getting to you and you really wanted to see the arms with which he swipes the rink clean. His muscles were always straining against the black polo shirt he wears during his shifts. But that day he was sporting a white tee under the jacket and you wanted to see and feel them. 

You turned around and lifted your hands to place them behind his shoulders, in his jacket and pushed it off, staring at the ground. “You know, if you’re going to undress me in public you could at least look me in the eye.” You took a deep breath and did just that, slipping the remainder of his jacket off his forearms . “That wasn’t so hard, now was it darling.” He gave you a looped-sided grin.

You were so turned on and yet you chuckled at the pet name. You didn’t hate it, but you didn’t quite like it, yet. It would have sounded much better coming from him in a gruff voice, with you placed under him taking all of him as an endless stream of moans fell out of your mouth. You needed to take another deep breath at the thought of that, hands clenching around the rough fabric of his jacket as your thighs rubbed together to get yourself under control.

“You good there darling. There’s shivers on your arms.” He pointed at you, tongue wetting his lips. 

Your head snapped down to see that he was right. You rubbed your arms as fast as you could. “Let me try,” his hands replaced yours. Safe to say it didn’t help as you shivered more under his touch wishing the floor would swallow you whole. The way you reacted to the absolute minimum when it came to him was getting embarrassing. “Okay, so maybe that didn’t help,” he said and it was time for you to give a side eye, to which he chuckled, again.

Instead he brought up the jacket in your hands and dressed you in his clothes. It was way too big, but it was warm and the smell of him warded off all the sweat odour from the dance floor. You slapped your thigh, you really needed to focus. The steps were: back it up → make him hard → make out session →  his dick in your hole. It was action time, baby!

You were then staring at the glory that was his chest, oscillating softly under the thin fabric of his tee and your hands ran down his arms, quick after you turned around pulling him closer unfortunately missing the sight of him shivering beneath your trailing fingers.

Your back was glued against the rigid surface of his chest as you went to town, swaying to the beat, your swiftness must have been impressive enough for him to emit a soft whistle. You did your best to suppress the proud smile forming on your lips. You kept at it, hand occasionally reaching back to rub at the back of his hair, only for him to huff and sigh in your ear prompting you to rub your hips further into his. 

It wasn’t long before he was looking for more. His flexed arms caged you, as his right hand ran down your stomach to grip at your thigh just as the other hand kept a tight hold of your hip. You whimpered at his touch, chest caving inwards as your thighs attempted to shut themselves even closer pushing your butt further into his crotch for you to feel it. Strong and prominent. Jungkook hunched over, out of courtesy you thought but you pulled back to continue your tempting ministrations. The shame was gone, all you wanted was for him to feel you up. 

You placed both hands behind his neck, caressing his skin and hair, rolling your hips against his even harder when the bass drops. “Ahhh,” Jungkook hissed into your neck before biting it, making you sight in response to the tightening of his grip. You could have remained pressed against him letting the heat of his chest radiate into you all day, all night frankly, but you wanted more. 

Reluctantly prying yourself off his hands you turned around to face him. His gaze was hooded, lips were parted, hair disheveled from your hands, chest oscillating faster than before and you thought you detected the smallest flush on his cheeks despite the darkness of the room. 

You pulled him back closer. He was really close now. Hard chest grazing hard nipples, anxious hands positioning themselves on his biceps as he rested his hands on your hips. You were really about to do it. Your hands travelled upwards to lock behind his head as he hunched down, hair falling in front of his eyes and his hands brought your chest closer. The way he tightened his hold around your torso, fingertips grazing your sides softly had you smiling into the kiss. 

It all felt too good, and if you hadn’t been sure before, you were then 100 percent convinced you’re not going to get over Jungkook’s lips anytime soon. That one night would definitely not be enough. You were so fucked!

Jungkook was hungry for more contact, hands travelling south to get a generous feel of your ass, he broke the kiss cutting off your soft moans to look into your eyes, a smirk on his lips, “Baby got back.” He slapped your right cheek, and you shrieked only to sink back into moaning as he rubbed the sting away. 

Before he gave it another try you pulled his head down, opening up your mouth to let him explore another part of you. The strong alcohol mix blended between your tongues, as your hands pulled the back of his t-shirt to somehow get him closer. Jungkook chuckled into your kiss and all you did was mumble a disfigured “What?!” 

“Nothing,” he whispered as he lifted you up and away from the dance floor. “I just think–” peck, “it’s time we find–” peck, “another place to continue this–” peck. The domesticity of it all, despite the environment, left you stunned, cheeks warming up considerably and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of his neck. You liked it, in fact you liked it a little bit too much. 

Jungkook might have wanted to give you the lovey-dovey scenario but the truth was you were at a college party, bumping with sweaty bodies on the way to find some privacy, half drunkenly tripping over littered staircases was what you needed to get through. Which you did with the help of a strong hand grabbing onto the hem of his t-shirt as you attempted to navigate the dimly lit apartment. 

“Hey, hey, slow down there,” Jungkook sounded behind you as he pointed to a room that just then became vacant when two ruffled figures pursued a silent retreat from it. Though the last thing you wanted to do was slow down. You shuffled back and into the space. 

The room was hot, smelled of sex and alcohol and the bed sheets were a mess. Jungkook threw a calculating eye towards the bed.

“Under the sheets?”

“Under the sheets,” you answered as you helped him discard the duvet. 

“You really want to take the risk?” He asked, pointing back at the door as he walked to your side of the bed. The right side.

You thought it through in your head. The worst thing that could happen was someone walking in while Jungkook’s is balls deep in you. The best thing that could happen was Jungkook being balls deep in you. Also maybe the worst thing wasn’t t that bad after all, you thought as the thought of someone seeing Jungkook fuck you shoot a shiver up your legs and into your pussy. 

“Uh huh,” you answered, breathless and squirming when his hands dove into the back of your crop top and his teeth nibbled at the exposed skin of your cleavage. “God..hmm, fuck,” he moaned into your skin making it even hotter as you ground your dripping center against his groin and your hands pulled his slick and soft hair to keep yourself from melting into a puddle.

“Please touch me.” 

Your voice was barely audible in between your whimpers. Jungkook’s hands slid down your back to sprawl his big palms on your ass as he controlled your grinding, looking into your eyes. You couldn’t keep them open, not that you needed them to decipher his eagerness. If the soft moans, the big hands and the biting weren’t enough to let you know exactly how he was feeling, his dick was more than glad to help as it grew stiffer by the minute, grazing harder and harder against your drenching heat. 

Did you love the way his hands glided over your heated skin, seemingly setting it on fire as he kneaded it every chance he got? Yes! But you wanted him to touch you elsewhere.

“Plea—ah, touch m—oh.”

Jungkook kept showing you that there were more ways to use his mouth. He had kissed and bit you but nothing could have prepared you for his sucking. Somehow while you were busy craving for his touch, he had undone your bra and discarded it somewhere and now he had his warm and wet mouth around your sensitive mound as his hand massaged the other. His hot tongue swept over the thin fabric covering your nipple, biting the erect tip only for you to whine and squirm at the loss of contact with his cock. 

He took his time, enough for sweat beads to form along your hairline. You whined, pushing yourself against any surface of him within your reach. You could have been vocal about wanting to feel him on you, skin burning against yours, to feel him in you, his strong appendage exploring your heat. Yet you kept your mouth shut for fear of the sound that might leave you

Jungkook gave your breast a particularly hard bite before your hand slid from your hair past your slippery chest to hold onto his slick locks. Your uncontrolled, whiny moans didn’t seem to do much to change Jungkook’s speed. Somehow, his exploration of your breasts became even more languid, lending enough time for your breaths to become synchronized. 

His tongue trailed its way back up to graze your slack jaw as your eager hands latched on the thin fabric of his t-shirt to push him down onto the bed. That seemed to bring him back to reality, glazed eyes staring right at you. Jungkook thought that you wanted it to be a two-way street, not just him pleasuring you but you him. However his jittery leg couldn't’’t help but show his eagerness to try out whatever it is that he had in mind.

“So….” He exhaled, breathing slowly going back to normal.

You started a bit longer at him, after all, this wasn’t about Jungkook getting his fill, it was about you getting yours. You were the one who had been fantasizing about this for an unhealthy amount of time. So truthfully, you weren’t looking for a two-way street. You wanted something else. “I want to use you.” At that his leg stopped bouncing. 

Maybe you knew a lot less about Jungkook that you thought. At the sight of his rippling muscles removing his t-shirt the “keep your mouth closed” rule you had imposed on yourself flew out of the window. Your shining eyes gained a chuckle. “You look like a kid in a candy story,” he said while he crossed his arms hoping his bulging biceps would divert your attention from another straining part of him. Jungkook deducted that you liked to watch as your teeth abused your lips, to let your eyes run past his tooth-rothening sweet expression to his broad shoulders that were slightly red from your previous eagerness, down his chest to his happy trail and equality happy dick. 

He was right, you liked watching, but not just watching anyone, watching him. You were finally getting front row, uncensored material to fill all the previous fantasies you had had of him at night, in the morning, in class, at the rink, anywhere really. 

You dropped to your knees, ass on your feet, as your hands ran down his thighs to feel them clench under your touch, “Don’t worry I’m not too much of a kid, I won’t take too much and leave you dry,” you said, floundering hands reaching for his zipper. Jungkook made it easier for you, spreading his legs to let you closer into his space. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in front of you only to shy away and stare at the floor, You took an apprehensive look at Jungkook whose lips were slightly parted, eyes soft, waiting for you. For someone who was just having a quick fling he was weirdly patient and understanding. “Sorry for staring,” you whispered, undoing the zipper and reaching behind as he lifted his hips from the bed for you to pull his pants and underwear down his ass. A soft grunt escaped his lips as your finger grazed the flesh of his toned ass.“As long as you’re not disgusted. If anything I’m flattered.” He smiled down at you.  

He spread his thighs wider, allowing you a full view of his veiny up-curved cock, rushing blood tainting the tip an angry red. Now he was showing off, to which you threw him a sly smile which he returned with a wink as you shook your head, hand reaching for the alluring throbbing length. At your touch you heard a sharp intake of air above you, you gave a tentative lick to his tip receiving a slight jolt. 

You had gotten so far, yet the prospect of having Jungkook staring at you as you blew him off had you shy. With a gentle hand to his hard chest you prompted him to lay down on the bed. “Stay down,” you breathed against his dick. “Unfai–ahhh” he didn’t get to finish his protest as you enveloped your warm mouth around his thick tip, swirling it around as the salty taste of precum coated your tongue and an involuntary hum of approval reverberated in your chest. Yeah this was worth it, you thought as you plunged more of him into your mouth to his approving groans. “Fuck, oh, you feel so good.” You didn’t think of yourself as having much of a praising kink, but the praise coming from him with a throaty voice in between his gasps, had your pride swelling along with his cock. 

Your head bobbed up and down his hard shaft, saliva coating the surface generously as your hand twists around his length. A particularly good suck of your mouth on his cock had Jungkook’s thighs clenching around your frame, a hand rooting itself on your hair. “Yeah, right there. Fuck.” You repeated the same movement whining at his tightening grip.”Sh–agh I’m gonna cum soon if yo– oh fuck you’re too go–” Your thighs were clenched tightly around your heated core, your other hand gripping onto one of Jungkook’s shivering thighs. You were really doing it. Feeling the weight of him on your tongue, pushing back and sucking him further down your throat. The rush of glee in your body was unavoidable.

You pulled through, opening your aching jaw further as you pumped more of him into your mouth, tongue fully stretched letting his mouth watering cock be embraced by the constricted walls of your throat. The instance he felt the effect of the depth of your throat, your nails plunging into the skin of his thighs for added intensity, Jungkook couldn’t keep himself down anymore. He heaved his clenching torso back up to a seated position at the sound of your gags. They resounded loud enough to drown his discombobulated mix of heavy sighs and groans, yet he wished he could swap the backdrop electronic music for the slippery and choked out sounds being emitted from your warm throat. 

“Hey hey hey, slow down or I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he said in a rushed voice as you relentlessly continued your attack on him, keeping your promise of using him. 

When words didn’t seem to be getting to you, he attempted to yank your head back a bit but you stayed rooted, throat somehow engulfing him deeper as the strong command of his arm flattered against your ministrations and had him bucking his hips upwards. You choked on his length, landing a warning slap to his thigh which didn't seem to help other than encourage Jungkook’s inevitable descent into a whining mess. “Oh-h sh-it, fuck me.” His stuttering breaths along with the scent of him as your nose touched the base of his cock had you dizzy and dripping wet, nails scratching his skin meanwhile tears coated your hot cheeks. When you were done with him you were sure he would file an animal complaint report. You weren’t exactly trying very hard not to mark him.

Despite your aching throat and jaw, you resolved to take him deep one last time. But that seemed to be one last time too many as the hot exhale of Jungkook’s breaths further warmed your forehead and he buckled forward from the pleasure. His O-shaped mouth connected with the top of your head whilst he defiled your throat and mumbled curses through gritted teeth. 

Your worn out mouth retracted to give place for your arms to do the finishing work. Before you could pick up the speed, Jungkook’s mouth found your abused lips, tongue probing your entrance to lap up at the excess saliva, sighing softly into the kiss. The hand in your hair kept you rooted in the racking of his teeth against your lips and for a second you thought of letting him use you too. That was until you gave him a small bite of your own and felt him twitch in your hand. Your other hand wrapped around his wrist to remove his hold on you as you tore your lips off of his just to stare at his hooded eyes. 

“I’m supposed to be using you Jeon.” Your hands resumed their work on his cock, welcoming back the straining breaths of the godly man seated in front of you. He was leaning back on his arm as his other hand latched onto his sweaty hair, trying to anchor the sanity that threatened to leave him at the sight of you working on him so diligently. A sight that would remain ingrained in his mind for a very long time. You made sure of it. “Oh, I’m close,” he slurred.

You stuck your tongue out, “Woah really, you’re sure about it?” He might have sounded concerned but you could still manage to see the glint in his sweaty expression. He wanted it. So you played along, “Jungkook pleaseeee,” you whined head moving closer to his flushed cock. You left the rest to him, watching as his fingers fluttered around his length to form a strong hold as he pumped himself with your saliva past his edge. “A–A– Ahhh hmmm, oh fuck.” White warm stripes of salty cum landed on your tongue at the same time that you watched the satisfying decoration of tightly knitted brows, eyes shut tight and bottom lip caught between his teeth on his face following his hurried release. 

You pushed your ass off your feet to stand back up and Jungkook met you, standing tall, hands as eager as ever as they wrapped around your form. You shivered at the graze of your nipples against his taut chest. Jungkook went on to leave even more marks on your skin, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh between the wet trail of soft kisses he made sure to leave before his mouth reached the sensitive shell of your ear. “Thank you,”he whispered and you almost laughed out loud but managed to keep under control. “I wasn’t doing you a favour, Jeon. I’ve wanted to suck your dick for a while now. So really, I should be the one saying thank you.” 

Your hands traveled down his back as you placed your head in the crook of his neck to give him some of your own marks, except a lot less delicate which you could tell by the way he squeezed you tighter. 

You let your arm travel in between your bodies to wrap around his neck as your other arm took it upon itself to get him ready for another round. The most important one. Your fingers played with the strong raven strands on his head earning approving hums from his broad chest. With calm strokes to his member you felt him hardening. But Jungkook also wanted his fun so with two hands of his own he undid the measly buttons of your pants. It was either he was somehow good at undoing buttons while pressed against someone or he just had a lot of experience, but Jungkook did not tear his eyes away from yours. You stroked him harder, pulling soft, strained yet compelling reactions from him, his hot breath fanning your face in the time that you felt the weight of his forehead against yours. 

Addicted to the feeling of your hands on him, he let you fondle with him a bit longer instead choosing to play with the softness of your ass. His hands familiarised themselves with the strong curve of your cheeks and their strong jiggle potential when he grabbed a handful of your butt to pull you closer so he could grind on you. “Ohhh,” you sighed into yet another bite of his shoulder. 

Jungkook kept grinding and you kept whining and sighing. By then you were sure you had soaked through your panties and down your thighs, something he wished to witness as his fingers hooked around your pants and pulled them all the way down. You were raring to keep stroking him. Honestly, you could have held his dick forever if asked to. It was heavy and hot against your palm, velvety skin dragging up and down with each movement of your hand. And with every particularly good stroke on your end it would give you a little reward twitch.

But Jungkook had other plans. He stood back up, hands sliding behind your thighs to heave you up, legs around his waist as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt on the mattress with your form still clinging to him and arranged the few pillows to his satisfaction. He tapped your thigh for you to let go and lay splattered on the bed, wet and needy pussy on display for him. You still had on your flimsy crop top, which he all but ripped off you. 

“Hey!” You went in for a hit on his chest, which he blocked. “Not cool, this isn’t some sort of movie you know,” you pouted angrily at him to which he smiled back.  He wondered how he didn’t not notice you at the rink before? 

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He made small talk as he spread you further to stare at your dripping centre. “Who says we’re gonna meet again after this?”

Jungkook ran his fingers past your wet folds, coating himself in your want as he turned his eyes back at you to be met with the sight of your cheek. “All this juice says.” You heard a loud pop and tried to shield yourself but his thighs were in the way. “Oh, now you’re shy,” he huffed lightly as he held onto your ankles to push himself back enough to be at eye-level with the result of his alluring nature. 

“Is it okay if I eat you out?” you didn’t know if he had intended his question to come out as soft as it did, like he really believed that you didn’t want his face between your thighs. “Jeon just get to it.”you acted detached. He shook his head at your feigned annoyance and grabbed a handful of your thighs, rooting himself close enough to your gaping hole that your folds tickled from his shallow breaths. 

He bit his way past your clenched thigh and gave you one last squeeze, “What a pretty cunt.” One he dived right into, tongue lapping at the excess wetness with an excruciatingly slow lick . “Ahh, fuck.” You did your best to take a deep breath, one supposed to calm your jitters down but Jungkook wasn’t looking to give you mellow head. Harshly kneading the skin of your thighs, he buried his face deeper into your pussy, pointed tongue travelling past pooling juices to probe your entrance hard enough for your hands to bunch into fists hard that would leave crescent moons on your palms. 

“Oh–My–God.” You moaned between rhythmless breaths. You squeezed your eyes, back arching off the bed when he licked you in a particularly hungry away only to graze his teeth lightly against your sensitive flesh. “You good up there?” You could feel his smile against your inner thighs. You shoved your heel into his side in retaliation. “Oh, aggressive in bed? Sexy” You propped yourself up on your elbows to give him a dumbfounded look as you motioned to him to keep it going. “Awww, you’re so mean to me darling.” His shiny lips formed a pout and you did your best not to react to what he had just called you. “Please,” you muttered for good measure. But Jungkook seemed like an easy person to please and an even bigger people pleaser so he got back to the task at hand.

While he had kept quiet for most of the time he was devouring your pussy, now with some kind of newfound confidence he hummed soft words of praise at every little twitch of your legs and buck of your hips and every soft gasp that left your lips. His eagerness fed off of your whining and tossing and he grew harder for every squeeze of your thighs he felt against his broad frame. 

While Jungkook was satisfied with having you laid out for him, oozing your desires into his tongues for him to taste and praise, he wanted to see how far he could take you. Maybe it was just him and his competitive spirit or maybe it was his need to explore more of you, to add one more thing on his list of “who Y/N is” before you parted ways. Whatever it may have been, it made him bring his hand down to plunge a strong finger past your folds and into your welcoming heat. You yelped at the sensation, hands finally settling on Jungkook’s hair only for your hold to strengthen as he slipped the finger in and out. 

“You like that darling?” You chose not to answer, you didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore as if he wasn’t able to make out the answer for himself, which he did when a second finger made an entrance and you whined at the delicious feeling of the slight stretch. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” You flapped your foot against the mattress when he went back to attacking your centre with his tongue, flicking at your clit, landing fluttering kisses that have the knot in your stomach tighten further while his scissored you into a whining mess.

“I didn’t know I was about to fuck a fish.” He laughed as you felt the swipe of his tongue when he retracted from his kisses which set off the aim of your kick against his side. “Next time remind me to bring a tie or a few of them. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the reaction but I don’t like to be disturbed while I am ravaging such a delightful pussy.” You wanted to abandon the daze Jungkook had induced within you, just for a second, enough to refute his idea of a second time, but the rushed addition of a third finger inside your wet walls shut you up. Jungkook pressed his digits with determination, alternating speeds to make a mockery out of your need for oxygen. 

Things seemed to come in a duality for him. While he wished nothing more than to make a mess of you, and revel in the mix of gushing sounds from your cunt and pitched curses blessing his ears, he equally wanted to slide the softness of his cheeks against your thighs only to turn his head to cover you in ghostly kisses. He wanted you to feel everything, his fingers turning you into putty, his breaths fanning turning you even hotter, the dip of his other hand beyond your clenched stomach and past the valley of your chest as you held your breath long enough to exhale into the commanding squeeze of his tattooed fingers around your breast.

He went on, you screamed on. He fed himself off your cries and scratches on his scalp, slurping on the endless gush resulting from months’ worth of pent up horniness of your part. 

You slapped Jungkook’s shoulder, hoping to bring him out of this endless exploration with his tongue. You were close. “Jungkook~,” you whined, head tossing side to side. He hummed against you, grabbing a fistful of your ass, somehow bringing you closer than you already felt. You were beyond controlling yourself, legs trembling at the combined attack of his nose against your clit, tongue curving as he soaked you up. ”There you go, come for me darling.” 

He engulfed your bud around his lips and your hands retracted for your breasts, any semblance of normality and balance slipping from your fingers into Jungkook’s hair. “Jeo— oh god, fuc—yeah right...” You trailed off, words getting caught in your throat, back arching your feverish chest against the stale air of the room, hands clenching around his locks at the moment the compiled knot of your arousal snapped under Jungkook’s attentive care. 

You tried to control your quivering legs and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s slow and steady ascent from the place between your legs to your lips, you might have shrieked at an alarming volume. You still shrieked but the same coated lips that brought about your orgasm, were placed on yours to bring you back down to your usual composure. You tasted yourself on his tongue. And you couldn’t control the twitch of your torso when his hand went to caress your back, pulling scorching skin against each other. 

The light and docile dance of Jungkook’s fingers brought about a different demeanour in you. At least that was what you let yourself believe. You exhaled an amused deep breath in the crook of his neck as your high came to an end, “Fuck, you’re good at this.” 

“Again, thank you,” he said calmly, yet you felt the slight thumping of his heart against your breast. It must be from vigorous exercise. 

The both of you lay next to each other on your side for a moment, Jungkook’s arm draped over the dip of waist. 

“Honestly, we could end here and I would be happy,” you said closing your eyes, letting your neck rest as your head slumped against his chest. A small laugh erupted from him.

“It’s you saying shit like that, that will make sure we don’t end here, at least not if I can do something about it.” He ran his hand along his neck and you truly believed in your soul to be staring at a Michelangelo painting. You ogled the way his arm stretched sideways to reveal the small bed of air in his armpit as his biceps bulged (whether he’s showing off or that was just your perception didn’t matter and you frankly didn't care). 

His hairstyle was no longer present, hair completely out of his face and you imagined this was what he must look like when he wakes up, albeit less sweaty and red from all the scratches and marking. His face looked a lot softer, the fat on his cheek more prominent and the largeness of his eye more notable.

Maybe that was a bit harsh, but you would rather not have him text you during this specific weekend. You didn’t know what kind of texter he was, but if you based it off your only interaction, he seemed rather talkative.You just needed some time to let what just had happened and what would continue to happen sink in.

“Stop staring at me. It’s not helping your case for stopping here,” he said, blinking a couple of times to look past you. This Jungkook, who was in fact like all the versions of Jungkook you had seen during your pining months, had you feeling less intimidated enough for you to smile at his remark. The first proper smile he got to see. He wanted to comment on it but you spoke before.

“You wear glasses?” 

“How do you know?” He asked back.

“I didn’t. I just noticed you blinking a lot so I guessed.”

“I wear lenses for the most part, but my eyes are quite dry. It’s usually not a problem. But I wasn’t trying to miss any of your reactions,” he winked

You huffed giving him an incredulous look. You wondered what he looks like with glasses on? Does he look hotter or cuter? You were  about to continue building on your imagination when he decided that break time was over by pulling on your arm to have you laying on top of him where you could now feel his reenergized cock. You threw yet another look his way as if you weren’t mentally drooling at the thought of seeing him with glasses.

“I told you to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about me. Thinking about me outside of this context.” 

You were too childish to admit, so you did the first thing that comes to mind at the sight of his chest. You bit it.

“Ouch! You really want me to make you cry again huh?”

Deeming him distracted enough from the previous path your conversation was taking. You stretched your neck to his pierced ear. “I want you to fuck me now, Jeon.” If the shift of his gaze wasn’t proof enough of the sudden change in atmosphere. Then the contraction of his hands against your frame, as your heart triumphed at the feel of his cock hardening further against the edge of your thigh, made it clear.

“Hmm such a potty mouth,” he gave you a serene kiss, hands travelling deeper into the valley of your back. “Not even a small please.” He got a very deliberate feel of your ass while nipping at your collarbone. 

Using both hands placed at the top of his V cut, you pushed yourself to a seated position on top of his hard dick, pulling an agitated groan from Jungkook’s lips. You ground your hips on top of him, wet pussy lips providing copious lubrication, “Please~," you moan, head hanging low. He bit his lip, hand colliding with your ass, “That’s more like it.”

The feel of him was more overwhelming than you had imagined and when Jungkook rooted his hands on your hips to guide you into a slower grind, your legs squeezed against him at the feel of his tip grazing your entrance. You threw him a side eye, fully aware of his teasing. But you didn’t mind it all too much, especially not when it felt so good. The kind of good that made you close eyes and munch on your bottom lip for fear of uttering something utterly stupid but very true like, “God, I could fuck you forever.” 

“Huh, whatcha say?” Your eyes shot open to look at Jungkook’s distorted eyebrows above the eyes that were staring at the conjunction between your groins, lip still caught in his teeth. “Nothing,” you dismissed your unintended statement easily, diverting his attention to the current moment.

The hand that was splattered against his sweaty chest traveled to wrap around his fully erect penis as Jungkook hissed at your touch. “Oh fuck, you’re really gonna ride me?” You couldn’t help the prideful swell of your chest at his enthusiasm. Jungkook might have seemed intimidating but he definitely knew how to praise. At the rate he was going, you were one hundred percent sure you would be boasting about fucking him for the rest of the academic year. 

You pushed against your knees, body relaxing thanks to the soft caresses Jungkook left on the sides of your thighs. Okay, you were really going to do it? Your heartbeat had skyrocketed, eight months of pining and imagining finally coming to an end. You were ready to sink onto his length.

“Wait! Condom.” He said pointing to the side of the bed where his discarded leather pants should be somewhere. 

“Right,” you shook your head, coming back to your senses as you shuffled quickly off him and the bed to grab his pants.

“Nice ass,” he emitted a subtle sound of approval making you roll your eyes as you bent back up, pants in your hand. “Back pocket,” he instructed. You found exactly one condom. “I see you didn’t have too many plans of your own for tonight,” you said in what was supposed to be a light tone, but it came off far more judgemental. You managed a smile for good measure, climbing back up on top of him.

You teared off the packaging, unrolling the condom onto his cock which was wet with your want. A soft “oh” came from underneath you when you reached the base of his dick. Jungkook’s look had somehow become even more intense, he stared as your fingers traveled to hold his shaft, positioning yourself above it. While you tried to make it subtle, he noticed the small breaths you took apprehensively before sinking his member into your wet warmth. 

You both sighed, you delighted by the thought-erasing stretch of Jungkook’s throbbing length as he ended up fully sheathed in you, and him simultaneously entranced by the tightness of your walls and the sight of you on top of him. Jungkook might not have known you before now, but he was sure he wouldn’t ever forget you. In fact, he doesn’t.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love a good cockwarming but it would be a waste if I com—,” you shifted your hips a bit “before I got a good dicking in.” 

“Jeon, shut up. I need to adjust okay.” 

Jungkook was about to open his mouth to boast, you were sure of it so you slapped your palm down on his mouth. You thought you heard him mumble something along the lines of “kinky” as crinkles showed up besides his eyes.

You took yet another deep breath, moaning at the slow drag of his veiny cock against your pussy as you slid up, tip almost leaving your core only to slide back down, a small shriek emitting from your throat on the fast descent. Jungkook’s hands left your sides to remove your hands from his chest so he could lift his torso to a seated position. You gave him a quizzical look. “I just want to be able to kiss you,” he pushed the two of you closer to the headboard, back leaning lazily against the surface, “if I want to, which I will,” he felt the need to add.

So you plunged forward, smashing your lips against his, his head almost hitting the headboard. Arms coming around to rest behind his neck, you picked up the speed as the slapping sounds of your ass against his thighs filled your space. “Ohhhh god,” you sighed against his shoulder. The room was brimming with gushing sounds, Jungkook’s cock ramming into yours between never-ending gasps and groans, and ongoing praise from Jungkook’s end telling you how good your pussy felt, how good you were to him. “Fuck, do you hear how wet you’re for me?”

You stuttered, hands slipping against the headboard when his hips thrusted to meet yours, “Fu-ff-fuck.” You were unsure if you were gonna be able to formulate any coherent words until you came. Ever the ass man Jungkook’s hands spread over your rear flesh guiding you up and down his rigid shaft as he pleased, tethering on the edge between teasing and pleasuring you, further torturing you and himself. 

But he couldn’t  help it, not when you were whispering sweet nothings into his ears, biting his shoulders, scratching his back, mewling and squealing at the feel of him hitting your deepest spot. So Jungkook repeated it as many times as he saw fit, pulling himself out only to slam back into you, feeling your stature tense around his strong arms as you teeth latched on to the skin of his collarbone.

Jungkook kept bouncing you on his cock, mouth extending towards your neglecting mounds, as he placed his hot mouth against it, sending tingles down your spine which made you grind against him. He lapped at the skin, tongue toying with your nipples, further guiding you up and down his dick with his strong hands. You held onto his forearm for balance, crying out into the air. “Ahhh fuck, please Jeon, fuck me more.” 

You were actually not making sense. How exactly was he supposed to fuck you more? You didn’t know but Jungkook made it known that he was the man. He held you still and steady above him and began his assault on your sensitive cunt. He bucked into your hips with a relentless speed that had your breast bouncing in his face, to his delight. Your thighs were burning, knees ready to give up as you screamed shamelessly. 

Jungkook hissed as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking the come out of him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. You sighed deeper into his thrusts when he spanked your ass shooting pleasure straight to your tightening core as you did your best to restrain your oncoming orgasm. You wanted it to last forever. 

You decided to start moving again, meeting his thrusts halfway, intensifying the effect as Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, a hand anchoring itself at the back of your neck as he stared into your fucked out expression. You were sweaty, eyelids down but squeezed, mouth open, jaw slack and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from kissing you. He pulled you down by your neck, lips rubbing against each other. You managed to kiss for short bursts of time frequently separating, mouths agape to gasp and moan at the feeling of each other, feeling yourselves close to coming. 

Your hand moved to cup Jungkook’s cheek before you tilted his head back with a gentle hair grab, “Jungkook, make me come,” you said before kissing up his jaw. The fact that you had called him by his first name for the first time was not lost on him and he couldn't control the wide smile that spread on his lips. “Anything for you darling,” he kissed into your neck.

Suddenly, reenergized Jungkook jolted his hips forward, stronger than before, digging deep into your soaked core as he marked your shoulder. His thighs pushed against your own, spreading you wider, no barrier in sight as his hand found your clit, which he rubbed in quick circles as he continued to roll his hips into yours, dick straining against the increased tightness. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” 

It was when Jungkook started to piston into you that you felt your body slowly lose itself. The knot in your stomach coiling, ready to snap, thighs trembling from being held in place. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered. 

He didn't think he would ever get tired of you calling his name. “Come for me darling. Cream on my cock,” he demanded, hand digging into your ass as he continued rubbing your clit. A few more thrusts came along before you choked, body rigid as the coil in you snapped, and you gushed on Jungkook’s dick to his big pleasure. Your entire body quivering under his soothing caresses. You stayed in place, moaning when Jungkook swiped his hand past your pussy lips so he could have a taste. He hummed, fingers in his mouth, “You’re delicious darling.” You smiled too tired to give him any ounce of attitude. 

But you were not done yet, so you pulled through letting your raw cunt sink back down on Jungkook’s cock. You started moving to his enjoyment. You were sensitive so you went slow, but that didn't seem to have any less of an effect on Jungkook who huffed in between breaths, trying to enjoy as much of you before he came. You leaned into him, lips biting and licking his earlobe, “Can you come for me baby?” 

Were you playing dirty? Yes. But honestly you didn't know how much longer Jungkook could hold and you were sensitive, so you played on his apparent weakness, he liked to please and you liked to be pleased. On top of that his pulsating dick made it known that he liked the term of endearment. “Ohh god, please call me baby again,” he grunted.

“Will you come then?”

“Fuck yeah.”

With a couple more strokes in the bag, a tensed Jungkook under you, you raked your fingernails down his back, kissing up his shoulder to the junction between his shoulder and neck where you placed a light bite before licking your way up to his ear. “Baby,” you kissed the contour of his ear, “Jungkook, come in me baby,” you mewled, dropping down onto his shaft.

You gasped at the strong grasp Jungkook had on your hips as he grunted, hips stuttering into you. His hot breath heated your chest while his strong arms abused your skin and he kept mumbling curses under his breath with his eyes screwed shut. “Oh shit, ugh, fuck ahhh,  you’re….” He trailed off, speech rolling into sighs as he ran a hand down his face.

“I am ?,” you inquired.

“The best I’ve ever had,” he said hugging you. He wanted to say something else, but he doubted either of you were ready to deal with what it could possibly entail.

You got off of his lap to lay on the bed, exhausted but fully satisfied. After all, the eight month long pining was worth it.. You couldn’t wait to scream to Kyra about this. You could genuinely go the remaining of the year being celibate, that’s how satiated you felt.

Jungkook poked your side, bringing you back from your thoughts, “About that offer, I am up for it if you are,” he probed in a weary tone.

“What offer?”

“I mean I didn’t hear you too clearly, but I’m pretty sure you said something about being able to fuck me forever.”

You stayed silent. After all you didn’t know what kind of offer that involves sex he was making. The committed or uncommitted kind?

“I just thought, ya know,  we’re pretty compatible so we could scratch each other’s back once in a while.”

“Are you talking about being friends with benefits?”

“Yeah! That.” He turned to his side to gauge your reaction, “ Only if you want of course! Otherwise forget I asked.” 

You thought back to what Kyra said. There’s more to the male species than Jeon Jungkook. But honestly after the fuck you had just had, you were quite content with deluding yourself for a couple of months, or however long the arrangement could last.

You satt up on the edge of the bed, “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.” 

“Oh! Okay, uhm cool then,” he said, sounding both surprised and enthusiastic.

You were dirty but you still put your clothes back on, stealing Jungkook’s t-shirt. “I’m taking this cause you tore my top off.” It was too big for you, but it smelled nice, like him. Maybe it could cover up the sex stench you had on.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not .” He scratched the back of his head. You flip him off which made him chuckle.

You were fully clothed, shoes on, ready to exit the room. Jungkook was sporting his outfit too without the t-shirt and he totally resembled an exotic male dancer. You tore your eyes off his body before you started thinking things, turning around and reaching for the door handle.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hmm.”

“Your phone number?”

“Monday at Ms Diane’s after your shift,” you blurted out before leaving the room in a rush.

You kept your promise and stopped by at Diane’s Rink for a quick greeting and a recital of your phone number. You wanted to stay longer, and had you asked Jungkook if it was okay with him, he would have rolled past and around you with an affirming smirk. 

After that you turned your text notifications back on. What followed was three days of losing your composure at the slight sound of a bling coming from your phone. Maybe you had overestimated Jungkook’s forwardness. It wasn’t until you bumped into him and his friend at the university’s lunch space a couple of days later that you got to see him again. The two of you were in different departments so you rarely had class in the same buildings. 

You ate in silence, eyes focused on the word dense pages of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”, so much the words jumbled together and you slammed the book shut, sighing into yet another bite of your bland chicken sandwich. You snuck another look at his table and he looked fine. You hadn’t expected him to look any different really but you thought maybe he had noticed you too. Sure you looked a lot less eye-catching than what you did at the party but one would be able to recognise someone they fucked not so long ago. Worse of it all, he had asked you and you were the one losing your mind over it. 

Appetite gone, you picked up your belongings and your small pile of trash, throwing the waste in the bin not far from his table. You had chosen to act on the hurt and growing anger inside of you, pulling out your phone to text him a petty, “Nice to see you too asshole 🖕”. 

You hadn’t even cared that you were blowing your cover, revealing that you were in fact already in possession of his number, further adding to your desperation. You stood back for a few moments but out of sight just to see his reaction. Jungkook had retrieved his phone from his pocket, taking a quick look at his screen before hastily lifting his head to look at the table where you had been sitting. So he saw…. 

You could have left unnoticed but you were already on your dramatic streak so you chose to storm out of the hall, passing by his apprehensive eyes. If only you had turned around just for a split second, enough to decipher the pleased expression on his face, you would have in fact known that Jungkook was quite happy to know that wanted it just as much as him. He considered that a needed affirmation for him to move forward, speeding past the green light.

It wasn’t long Jungkook grabbed hold of you after your “Literary and Cultural Theory” class.

“Hey! Slow down, I’m about to drop my books,” you had alarmed him shuffling hastily behind his combat boots and he couldn’t have shown you that he gave any less of a shit when he instead quickened his stride. 

It wasn’t long before you were dragged into the cramped confinement of his car. Books, bags and clothes in the front seats while an eager Jungkook and a confused you took refuge in the back seat. You shivered against the cool fabric of the seat as Jungkook’s chest warmed you up from above as he huffed and puffed beside your ear for every pointed thrust he landed deep within your gushing core. You had tried and failed at keeping your voice down. You stared out of the window attempting to calm your breathing by synchronising it with the lazy fall of browned tree leafs. 

You had accomplished a couple of firsts in that moment, First time having car sex (which wasn’t as hot as you thought it would be but Jungkook made up for it), and dabbling in slight exhibitionism behind Jungkook’s tinted back seat windows (which surprisingly left you more horny than expected). 

“Ready to get started with this darling?” He asked, sweating skin leaving yours as his softening cock left your entrance earning a gasp from your side of the car.

“A head’s up would have been nice.” Your hand searched the front seat for your panties.

“But isn’t that the fun part?” He snapped his condom shut. “Plus it’s not like I, or even you can control when you feel like doing it.”

You were ready to refute his reasoning but he made a point and you held your tongue. 

“Fine, but don’t abuse your fuck n’ go rights or I’ll get stingy. I don’t have your stamina Jeon.” You tore your head to the side after putting on your t-shirt to look at him, eyes demanding him to say he’ll behave.

“Okay, okay, sure I’ll try.”

That was the first big lie he had told you.

Since then, the thrill that came with getting regular dick in unexpected places never ceased and as you’re now watching Jungkook tear the rink apart with his calculated moves and pristine performance on shiny black roller skates, you know exactly how you would like your next appointment to be. 

Despite having been fuck buddies for over three months, the prospect of Jungkook roleplaying in his work uniform never had been a reality. You think it’s about time you change that. 

The air in the rink is fiery in spite of the cool winter air outside, people cram together at the edge of the rink to watch the contestants. After an unexpected turn of events, the annual “Disco Craze” roller skating contest had been short of one judge. Miss Diane hurried to find a replacement in the crowd. Of course you had jumped at the opportunity, after all you had arrived too late to the rink to get a good spot to watch the competition. Maybe it was your enthusiasm or your familiar face but to your delight you got picked.

This year’s contestants are far better than last year and both as a judge and a friend you’re fearing for Jungkook’s current winning streak. However, that’s a fear he doesn’t seem to share. Not with the way he glides smoothly to the beat of “I Don't Feel Like Dancin'” by Scissor Sisters. He soaks in the cheering crowd, spot rexing with a goofy smile on your face. 

This is probably the first time you really get to see Jungkook roller skate, you knew he was good, everyone had told you, just not that he was this good. 

His happiness while he scissors across the rink is contagious. He mouths the lyrics towards the crowd and unlike the song title, you see the soft sway of bodies moving to the beat. You’re left smiling before you know it, foot tapping along. He does a quick jump into a spin, before he speeds towards the judge’s table only to stop abruptly as he body rolls backwards. You shake your head, feeling more aware of the tactics Jungkook must have employed throughout the years to win. His number is over before you know it. 

There are a total of eleven contestants. But from what you’ve seen it’s between Jungkook and a girl who performed a great number to Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive”. During the intermission to allow the public to cast their vote, you shuffle away to buy some kit kats at the little snack shop beside the handoff counter for the roller skates. 

You finish one pack and buy a second which Jungkook snatches from your hands when he joins you. 

“Thank you,” he sticks out his tongue at you before ripping the red packaging and biting into your kit kat. 

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you sneer.

“Oooo I’m so scared.” He laughs a bit too loud, giving you a full view of his kit kat filled mouth. Sometimes you really want to hit him upside the head. “Sooo, what did you think?”

“About what?”

“My skating, duh! I’m pretty good, right?” He lifts an eyebrow cocking his head as he goes in for another aggressive bite of your kit kat.

“Meh, it was okay,” you say, walking away from the shop counter to sit by one of the benches near the rink. 

“Okay!?”

“Yeah, just okay Jeon, The girl, uhm, what’s her number?” You know her number. “You know, the one with the yellow skates, she could totally beat you.”

You’re partially trying to mess with him but you’re also being honest. Her performance really was that good. “Pfft, whatever. I know I have loyal fans.” He sits down besides you and leans against the wall. “Sure, you do,” you mumble.

With one bar of the kit kat left, he extends the package to you and says, “As long as you don’t vote for her I’ll forgive your hurtful words.”

You take it, because it’s a kit kat, you would never say no. “Bribing judges Jeon, huh? What other tricks apart from this and those body rolls do you have up your sleeve?” You munch on the bar.

“Tricks that will make you cry if you don’t vote for me darling,” he says loud enough for only you to hear. He brings his hand onto your thigh, running upwards close enough to where he could cup your cunt with his big palm making your breath hitch, but he just squeezes your thigh and lifts himself off the bench to return to the rink. You swallow the leftover chunks of kit kat in your mouth before you end up choking, throw the package in the bin and walk away, trying to act as unbothered as Jungkook.

Miss Diane’s voice booms through the speaker letting everyone know that the intermission is over and the votes have been counted. Having judges at this contest is more so for an official feel, for the most part the judges never needed to vote. The results from the public’s vote were usually quite decisive, even if a judge’s vote equalled ten times the single vote a person from the public got. 

As it looks now, it is 84-64 to the girl with yellow skates. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungkook so unhappy, not even after he had lost points for a minor mistake when calculating his error on an experiment for a chemistry paper. He looks at you once he feels your gaze, his eyes reinforcing the little chat you had earlier. 

It’s time for the judges to cast their vote. Mr. Ludwig, the owner of a café just a few blocks away, votes, to your surprise, for Jungkook. And as expected so does Miss Diane. It’s a tie.

Ten decisive points. 

Your points to give. 

Jungkook is staring at you, she isn’t. Jungkook likes to take your things from you, she doesn’t even know you. Jungkook threatens you, she has never even talked to you. But most importantly Jungkook is good at skating, he did really well but Miss “Yellow Skates” was better.

Mind set on who you’re voting for. Your arm lifts up her number. Number seven. 

Jungkook lowers his heads, chuckling lightly into his chest before he looks up and congratulates the winner, clapping along with the crowd. He skates off the rink to let her perform her winning number once again. You’re still seated by the judge’s table before thumping steps grow louder coming towards you. Just like the time he pulled you away for your first quickie in his car, he yanks you off the seat, gently enough not to bring about anyone’s attention but strong enough for you to feel the nature of your current predicament. 

“You’re so fucked,” he growls pushing in the direction of the staff room. 

“I know,” you can’t help but giggle. Ultimately this was the perfect opportunity. You fulfil your fantasy of fucking him in his embellished uniform and you also get to make sure someone who’s better than him wins. Two birds, one stone. You don’t think you’ve ever been this effective. 

Jungkook slams the door to the room shut, but doesn’t lock it. He drags you towards the door of the bathroom stalls. “Ehh, you sure about that Jeon?”

He pushes you along from behind, hand on your back, “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” he says softly before closing the door to the small stall to whisper into shoulder, “Unlike what you’re gonna be when I’m done with you.”

Jungkook’s naked arms wrap around your torso, hands landing on your hardened nipples over the fabric of your turtleneck as his mouth nips at the back of your neck. “I warned you darling.” You moan, ass rubbing against his groin enough to elicit a groan. “I won’t stop until you’re crying.” He wraps a hand around neck, right hand smoothly undoing your jeans as his hand dances on top of your skin, down your needy core and past your wet lips.

He does this as many times as he pleases. This isn’t about you. It’s about him using you. He follows the sway of your hips giving into your chase for his fingers, dipping into your heat, slowly. He starts with a finger, swirling it around, humming at the satisfying feel of you being so wet and ready for him. He squeezes your throat in approval. When he feels you clench at that he goes on to add a second finger. “Ugh, Jeon faster, please.”

Does he like how politely you’re being? Yes. But you know what else would have been polite? You voting for him. “Oh no, I don’t think so darling.” He adds a third finger and your back stutters against his broad chest, head thrown back against his shoulder. “You like that?” You nod your head, lips caught in between your teeth to repress your moans. “Then let me hear you darling.” You bite down harder on your lips. 

Now with three fingers deep in you, stretching your cunt as your juices slide down his digits he picks up his speed. He keeps his strokes irregular, he never wants you to know what's coming. In and out unlike your breaths. You have resorted to shallow breathing, head turning for you to bury your nose into Jungkook’s veiny neck, as he makes a mockery out of you. He gives you a momentary break, stuffing his mouth with his fingers, “Oh yeah, desperation is a good taste on you.” He hums reaching his fingers towards your mouth which you open to taste yourself, whining at the back of your throat. “My darling is such a good girl,” he says biting your earlobe. 

The hand that was on your throat, moves to roll your jeans past your thighs and past your knees. 

“Do you even have a condom?” You croak as a chill runs down your leg from the cold air. 

“What kind of question is that? When is that I’m never prepared?” He says, foot coming between yours to spread your legs. “I had planned for a sweet and gentle celebratory fuck after the competition, but you’re you and now we’re here.” You purr through your shivers when he runs his hands on the inside of your thighs, grazing your pussy before the pads of his fingers knead your ass. 

Frankly you’re a bit glad to have escaped his initial plan. Having sweet sex with Jungkook was never your forté, while he could switch easily between his rough and gentle personas, you were never able to act normal when faced with the dulcet tones of his praises and the soothing touches of his body against yours. With a clenched and curved back, feet planted against the mattress for leverage, he would ram slowly but firmly, head secured in the depth of your collarbones as his cock reached the depth of you, making you quaver beneath him. On occasions like that, you never stuck around for too long after you were done. Jungkook had a habit of asking if you had enjoyed the act as if he wasn’t the one on top of you appeasing your frantic high and kissing throaty moans away.

No, you preferred this, when he grabs your roughly by your rear, landing a few spanks that have your arms reaching for the walls of the stall to steady yourself as he grunts at how much wetter you’re becoming. Or at least you could deal with it better. 

“Bend over for me darling.” 

You bend over instantly when Jungkook’s arms leave your upper body, hands landing on the lid of the toilet to catch yourself. You had found yourself in this position before, and you had cried the most in all of those moments. But you had never been standing. Not to predict the future, but you’re sure Jungkook will have to carry you into an orgasm, unless he wants you to kneel on all four on the floor. 

Jungkook runs his drenched index down your spine, hand lifting back for another spank. “Ah!” And another to reprimand your scream, “Keep your voice down, unless you want us to be found out,” he smirks behind you, hand cupping your heat only to dip a finger into you without warning.

“Ohhh, shit,” you slur, fingers raking the surface of the lid. Jungkook shows no sign of being gentle, fingers abusing your pussy, driving in and out of you at an alarming speed. 

When his digits curl inside of you right before a slow exit you clamp your hand around your mouth for fear of being too loud. Despite that, your soft cries are still audible to him making him smile before he resumes his explosive fingering. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this sound,” He says, bringing his other hand under your stomach to probe your swollen and neglected clit. 

While the hastened pace of his fingers continue within you making you clench around the protrusion, Jungkook adopts a mellow pace to his massaging of your clit. The dual attack leaves you conflicted, unsure which way to rock your hips. “Arghhh,” you bite in your upper arm, clenching again around his digits. “Aww, my darling wants to come,” he coos. You rock your hips back in response. 

“Oh, but then you should have voted for me, don’t you think?” You almost cry at the loss of contact, when your cunt is left empty and gapping. 

You see him take a small step back to lean against the door of the stall. You exhale, still bend over, legs buckling when your thighs meet in a futile effort to relieve some tension. “You good there?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, but you find this far from funny. 

“Jeon, please,” you say in a low, weak voice.

Ever since the first time he fucked you, Jungkook has always enjoyed toying with you, both outside and inside the bedroom. Whether it was borrowing (re: stealing) your favourite pens or taking a bite and in worse case scenario a whole portion of whatever it’s you’re eating. But nothing had ever topped this. Having you desperate to reach your orgasm and yet denying you that pleasure was a big favourite of his. He’s sure he could easily get himself off right now, ripping his condom off at the right moment just for him to decorate the smooth roundness of your ass with warm white stripes.

“Jeon.” He might have chosen to make you come had you called him Jungkook instead. But you’re you and he’s enjoying himself so he stays put.

“For old times sake, I think you should use me if you want to come so bad,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Really, Jeon?” 

“As real as you not voting for me, yes.” You shake your head. Jungkook’s competitive streak usually worked to your advantage. You enjoyed telling him how you doubt he could do something just to have him do it to you. It was just like asking, without the actual asking. You might have been able to pull something similar for his fingering skills but you’re both well aware of how many times the pounding from his rough digits has made you come.

Your hands push against the lid of the toilet, your frame wobbles a bit once you’re standing up straight and you can hear Jungkook’s giggly response. You turn around, slowly, to face his slightly red face and the very prominent bulge in his pants. He follows your eyes.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says readjusting his pants but only making the matter worse, “I can wait.” 

You lift your head, step closer to him so you can catch a hold of the wrist below his wet hand. “Three,” you say, eyes travelling down his face to his parted lips. Adjusting your stance, you guide his three flexed out digits towards your dripping entrance. “Kiss me.”

While he likes toying with you, Jungkook is rather obedient especially when it advantages him. So he drops his head, hair tickling your nose, before his lips settle on yours. In that moment, you drive his fingers past your drenched nether lips as you moan into his kiss. 

You’re convinced Jungkook’s dick is feeling a bit uncared for despite his reassurance. Doing your best to fuck yourself on his fingers, your hand gets occupied with palming his hard member. You’re totally only focusing on pleasuring yourself so much he cups the hand you have his cock and reinforces your grip and kneading. He hums into your kiss, satisfied and probably leaking in his boxers. 

You suddenly let go of his reddened lips when he spreads his digits inside of you, the pads of his fingers grazing your walls, making you whine into his neck. You slow down your pace, feeling how close you are, “Jun– oh fuck, yeah right there.” His pace quickens once he registers the tremors in your legs. Fingers plunging deeper into your leaking pussy. Both hands free, you engulf Jungkook’s stature, holding on as his other hand grabs a strong hold of your cheeks to plant a harsh kiss on your lips.

He spreads his fingers and jams them in and out of you, He whispers for you to come on him, to let him hear you exhale choked breaths for him to remember tonight when he’s jerking off to the thought of you. You do just that.

Your chest heaves, fingernails digging into his back, face hiding from Jungkook’s protruding eyes as the tension in your core ruptures and your legs go slack. “Oh god, fuck me.” 

“All in due time darling,” he answers back, hand running down your back.

“I meant to say fuck you, Jeon.” You manage to croak out once you’re sure you’ve reached the complete end of your orgasm.

Your hands loosen around his back and you step back, head turning down to stare at the slick on your inner thighs. “Surprised?” He inquires.

“No. Not exactly,” your head lift, “you’ve have probably ruined sex for me with other people for a while.”

Jungkook might have taken your statement as a compliment dick twitching in response, but you were in all honesty a bit horrified at the thought. How long is a while? This can’t last forever, can it ?

“Let’s take care of that since I’m feeling apologetic.” You point at his bulge. Your hands wrap around the neon green belt on his pants undoing it and slowly releasing his strained cock. It still looked as deliciously curved, bloodshot and veiny against his stomach as the last time you saw it, which was a mere two days ago at his dorm. 

You’re about to lower yourself onto unstable knees, “Uh-uh, some other time,” he says turning you around and bending you over again. What can he say? He really enjoyed the view of your ass, “Right now, I want to feel your pussy around me.”

When Jungkook hastily eases the throbbing length into your wet core without warning, you deduce that he’s still a bit angered about your vote. Anger that seems to dissipate once he’s fully rooted in you. “Oh this is the best  feeling in the world,” he moans from above you.

He isn’t looking for a sweet fuck today and directly resorts to slamming into you, making your hands slide against the lid off the toilet. You moan, tossing your head back when the hands on your ass knead the flesh and spread your cheeks for him to continue his eager ramming. When you’re already clenching, pulling jagged groans from Jungkook’s throat, you know you won’t last long.

“Hey, careful there,” he coos at you, lifting you up to place your hands on the tank of the toilet. “Wouldn’t want you to hit your head. That’s not how I want to make you cry.” He slows down his strokes enough to allow you to steady your grip on the tank and then resumes sinking down into you at his rushed speed.

The force with which he pistons into you is enough to have your legs hitting against the edge of the seat, as your fingers fumble to keep you stable accidentally flushing the toilet once in a while. Jungkook fucks and spanks you to his heart’s desire. “Look how good you’re to me,” he praises, hand pinching your nipple before constricting the movement of your breath. “Jungko–” He rams into you. He loves taking your breath away mid-moan. “Fuck, why are you so big?” You mewl, eyes watering as he repeatedly removes himself from your depths only to slam back in.

Jungkook feels your pussy clench around him, slowly milking him dry, getting him closer to his own orgasm. So he reaches down, arms wrapping around your torso, hands on your mounds as he pulls your back against his chest. “Can you spread your legs a little for me darling?” He asks softly and you comply. Whatever he chooses to ask right now you’re sure you will comply. You moan when you feel him deeper.

“You like the way my cock feels in you?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “You fill me up so good.”

Jungkook can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, “I don’t think you’ve ever complimented my dick this much.” He bites your shoulder, hips bucking harsly against yours, “My darling is that desperate?” You shake your head against his shoulder, biting into your bottom lip.

You might be chasing your own orgasm, but despite that you’re being truthful. Jungkook has the best dick you’ve ever ridden. He knows the places that make you lose it, and he can reach them. He takes care of you even when he’s toying with you. You’ve never been left unsatisfied or hurt. Honestly, he’s a great fuck buddy. Also he’s just Jungkook.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“You.”

It slips out of you and you can’t take it back, not when you’re sure he heard it so clearly. Jungkook stills at the sound of your confession and you finally get to take a deep breath. 

Your eyes might be screwed shut but you’re certain of the look on Jungkook’s eyes as he peers down at your head thrown back above his shoulder. It’s the same look he has been giving you more and more often lately. A look you had been trying to avoid. It didn’t feel like he was just looking at you, but inside you. Or more so looking for something inside of you.

You manage a couple of breaths before Jungkook proceeds his strokes with an even greater ferocity than before. “Ah–a–ah,” you choke out as your hands cup his hands that are firmly planted around your breasts. The sound of Jungkook’s hips slapping against your ass fills the confined stall and you release a cry each time he gains leverage leaving your walls battered and full. 

He doesn’t stop. He keeps going murmuring the occasional “Mine” into the air with furrowed eyebrows as you clench harder around him. His throbbing member slides into you, fully sheathed within your warmth. Once, twice, thrice. Enough times to make you dizzy and lose count. And with each slap of ass against hips you offer a guttural moan, eyes tearing up, legs trembling. 

“Jeo– I’m cl–oh fuck, so close.”

Jungkook's warm finger caresses your pussy. “ I know darling.” His palm kneads into your clit, the overwhelming stimulation makes you choke down a sob. “Just let go, I’m here,” he whispers, nose buried against your cheek.

A few more calculated strokes from Jungkook’s hips has him buried deep in your seeping cunt, sloppy thumps surrounding your combined moans and groans. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook’s left hand caresses the breast over your heart, or the cushioned kisses he places against your jaw or the way he lets himself go right before you come. Or maybe it’s all of those things that make you cream on his cock, juices gushing down your thighs and onto him as he kisses you deeply, tongue wrapping around yours to catch your moans, teeth pulling on your lips the same way you pull at his heartstrings. Only when you’re gasping for air does his lips let go of yours.

“You good?”

“Yeah, all good” you sigh.

“Come on, look at me?” 

You do your best to remove any trace of tear streaks as fast as possible, removing your face from the crook of his neck. 

Jungkook still sees, “I am that good, huh?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“You’re such a cry baby,” he teases and you can’t refute, he gives your cheek a peck, “and I kinda love it.”

You’re really not a cry baby. Jungkook’s stroke game is just that good. No matter how diluted your conscience is you could never deny his claim. The state in which you’re left is proof enough. 

Jungkook slips out of you, soft cock against sensitive walls. He uses what’s at his disposal and rips off some toilet paper to clean the combined result of your yearning between your legs. It takes a couple of toilet strips to get the job done.

“Thanks,” you mumble when he’s done, flushing the used paper.

“No problem, darling.” He lifts your pants back up, reaching for your discarded top as well. “I can be the caring type you know.”

With a scoff leaving your chest you pluck your t-shirt off of his hands, “No need to convince me, Jeon.”

You really didn’t need convincing. Jeon Jungkook is a reasonable guy. He is a friend you can count on, ambitious when it comes to his studies, smart enough to do double majors (if he had made the choice), good-looking even in the most unflattering circumstances, a champ in bed and sometimes too sweet for his and your own good. 

You had gotten to know all these sides of him with time, some of which came to your knowledge involuntarily, like how he always has a packet of kit kats stashed away for you for whenever you come over to hang and occasionally study before you fuck. The same way you had found yourself reaching for a softer scented detergent after you found out from one of his roommates that he isn’t fond of strong fragrances. 

You had both picked up clues about each other, whether it was voluntary or involuntary. 

And, yes maybe he’s more than reasonable, he’s quite great actually. But Kyra thinks you deserve greater. You don’t know how much you agree with her. But you do acknowledge the fact that Jungkook has been the only one you’ve done whatever this is with. You don’t have much to compare him to, except for the occasional rendezvous you would have back home with men you met on tinder. Maybe you need to explore some more? 

“Ah, I think I still need to convince you some more,” he says to your back after ruffling back into his pants. 

You turn around to face that look you dread. “Whatever floats your boat.” You rush to open the stall’s door, hurried breath brushing against Jungkook’s neck as you storm out towards the sink. You wash your hands to keep yourself from looking at him where he stands against the door frame, styled hair grazing his still flushed cheeks.

Jungkook joins you to wash his own hands. You dry yourself, letting the hot air from the hand dryer drown out the silence. With one final look at the mirror you attempt to look presentable and composed. Jungkook flicks water at you. You throw him a warning look. He does it again.

“Jeon, stop it.” You take a paper towel to dab yourself dry. He does it again.

You exhale a slow breath, ”It’s really not funny and it’s a waste of water.” 

But in true Jungkook fashion he gives it another go. “Jungkook!” You shriek making him crack a scrunched up smile.

He keeps at it until you crack a smile of your own in defeat. “See, eventually you always come around,” he says and you’re confused. He has been throwing a lot of these weird statements at you lately. 

“Okay…. but for now I’m gonna leave before you start annoying me again.”

You walk towards the door, a cool hand touching the cool handle. “You know you can be in my boat too right?” Your step staggers. “It won’t sink or anything, we could both float in it.”

You chuckle, “Be patient Jeon”. Maybe Kyra isn’t right for once. You close your eyes into a stabilizing breath. “I planned on crying some more so I can be sure it will keep floating even with me on it,” you say to the door before walking out.

Jungkook might have lost the competition, but he won something far better. Your reassurance.

It’s with a triumphant smile and a bounce to his step that Jungkook exits the staff room and heads back to skate with part of the public that’s now in the rink. His eyes search for your whereabouts only to land on your hand closing around another kit kat. You’re always consistent with the things and people you like he thinks with a smirk on his face.

“That’s my cry baby.”

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 36 - No Longer Alone 🔞

w/c - 7,680

               “Kokoro really was a fool…I almost feel sorry.” Genghis is in the mood to celebrate as he quietly snickers through the Titer compound, planning to share the news with Getou. He passes through a crowded windowless but well-lit room heading towards the southern bunker. Nearly all of the clansmen and women bow to his presence as he cheerfully ambulates through their earthy corridors, submitting their trust into him. He enjoys the gestured acclaim, knowing full well this position being his was long overdue. After searching over the room joyfully, he becomes momentarily sidetracked as his first turbulent encounter ensues. The young Titer that served Mugoi before appears in front of him, blocking Genghis’s direct path. ‘Now to reform these loose ends…’, he thinks to himself as he assesses the young Titer’s despair. “You there, what is your name?” Genghis sees the hatred in the young man’s face.

               “…Itgeltei.”, is all the young man offers while still trying to remain fearless in front of the now most masterful man of the clan. “Itgeltei Baidal.”. His chin-length black hair waves with the wind as his deep brown eyes feign revenge.

               Genghis smirks to the spiteful response, understanding that the poor wretch has lost his own mentor and is raging with emotions. “You can come with me now, there is still much work to be done.” He motions for the young Titer to follow him but the single energized stomp in response makes him halt his resumed stance.

               “YOU KILLED MASTER KOKORO!” Baidal surges his energy and aims it at Genghis with tear filled eyes. “…and my SISTER!” His shaking limbs continue to quake as he takes a deep breath and prepares to at least injure the newly appointed head before being killed himself. “You have to pa-…”.

               Genghis, without lifting a finger, uses his presence to immediately suffocate the young man who is now clear with regret. “I certainly did not kill Mugoi or Okhin, that was the enemy.” The fear pricks its way to the surface as the young Titer now seems to recognize exactly how unmatched he is and this entertains Genghis, “See, I never inherited the ancient techniques but I’m the top dog now for a reason…”, Genghis slowly approaches while Baidal chokes, surely feeling compressed as he opens his mouth to breathe but is unable to suction in any air. “…I have learned other ways to instill my goals.”. After reaching the young Titer, he looks around to all of the surveyors that stand winded with horror. “YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHO IS IN CHARGE NOW, RIGHT?!”. Genghis darts his eyes back to Baidal who’s face has since turned red and puffed from the lack of oxygen while he continues to struggle. A woman near the door cries, “Yes! We do Master Genghis!”, and all of the Titers before him that are able, drop to the floor to offer an extensive bow. “Alright then!”, Genghis releases the young Titer with a smile and watches him crash to his knees, gasping. Genghis kneels down before him and holds out a hand, “If you’re willing to redirect your hatred to the right place, you can still serve your clan to the upmost, Baidal.”, but he’s met with still resentful eyes and understands that the young man will need time to decide his own fate as his hand is swatted away. “If you cannot however, you serve no purpose at all. Consider my offer.”. Genghis then turns to continue walking to Getou before the young man did something hasty, not wanting a scene to erupt with so many witnesses.

               After Genghis leaves that corridor, Baidal hunts the room for any indication that he had supporters on the matter but feels completely alone as everyone looks down or simply continues with their business. ‘He may be powerful but he needs to be stopped.’, Baidal’s frustration peaks as he’s still trying to regain his breath, knowing that Genghis could have crushed him if he wanted to. Beneath his heaving he mutters the words that would have caused him death had they been heard, “He was supposed to stay locked away.”. Only by being Kokoro’s understudy did he become privy to the horrifying information of Genghis’s past and the true reason he was sent to death by the hands of Satoru Gojo to begin with. Baidal knows that there was never any love between himself and Getou, being that Kokoro committed atrocities himself. ‘I have to find allies…’, knowing he may have to outsource beyond his clan in order to have the backing necessary. ‘What does he have planned for Master Getou?’. Baidal thinks to check a few more friends before leaving the compound, his anxieties feeling all too real to ignore.

               Genghis is back to his excited mood as he feels the weight of Kokoro’s lack of existence uproot his very soul. ‘Kokoro was a mediocre man and never should have been given this role.’, he resounds internally as he feels that although that wasn’t the exact future he saw, he knew Mugoi was likely to expire at the hands of Fushiguro. “I do admire this Toji’s strength and he will certainly give us another edge until his time comes as well.”. He pretends to be kind as more Titers bow on foot to him as he passes, loving the thrill of being the faux head. The red clay-made walls and ground signify his descent into the compound, “Now we just have to work on Getou with the girl…”. Genghis smiles wider, ‘She’s truly perfect. What she’s capable of…what I’ll have her do…’. Genghis has yet to reveal all of his plans to Getou but will do so when he feels the time is right but not a moment sooner and for good reason.  Upon turning the corner towards Getou’s quarters though, he feels the gravitational presence. “Such a grown child…”, but hurriedly runs towards the door with slight apprehension, knowing there were some of the help in there with him.

               Getou is furiously releasing his gravity manipulation throughout the room. He’s yelling out but the sound means nothing in particular as he pins weaker Titers that were only there to serve him. “What am I supposed to do with THAT?!”, in pure fury he asks one of the servants as he points to the shattered bowl with water spilled all around it. “She’s…SHE IS DISGUSTING!”. The servants cry out unanimously as his fit continues but Getou purposefully doesn’t kill any of them. He looks to a younger male Titer who is already crying, “You really suggest that I should just accept this SHIT?! She’s tainted!”.

               Genghis bursts through the door, “SUGURU! STOP THIS AT ONCE!”, and uses his crippling presence to counter the waves of gravity. They’re no match for Getou’s abilities but they can at least bounce some energy back to him, thus giving his attention to Genghis. “RELEASE THEM!”.

               Suguru faces his mentor and reluctantly quells his technique, allowing the four pinned servants to scurry away through the door behind Genghis. “I wasn’t going to hurt them…but I may hurt bird bitch. You cannot SERIOUSLY expect me to want her.”. Getou now sits to the chair beside him and takes out his bun knowing he made a mess of it. ‘At least Fushiguro took action…’.

               “What happened in the small number of hours I’ve left you?” Genghis sees the shattered bowl and immediately understands that Getou saw something he didn’t like. He takes in the state of the room, all of the different craters formed about as he nears. ‘We’re lucky this part of the structure didn’t collapse…’. He’s a little irritated.

               “I will not have her as my wife.”, Getou huffs. He seethes at the images in his brain that depicted Elska, Naoya and Gojo sharing sexual relations. “She is not suited to be ANYONE’s wife!”. He accidentally snaps his hair band apart while trying to put his hair back up and becomes further infuriated. After grinding his teeth together, he tosses the useless hair tool across the room before running his hands through his long black hair. He sees Genghis nearing him and tries to recollect himself so he doesn’t seem immature. ‘Why the fuck did I have to see that?’.

               “What happened little one? What is SO bad that you feel you can justify this tantrum?” Genghis needs his words to cut but not in a way that will dislodge Getou further. He understands that sometimes he just may need a parental figure and is attempting to gratify this part of Suguru.

               “She…”, Suguru’s words silence for a moment before continuing, “…she was having sex with Zenin and Gojo…”. His fists clench reflexively as the thought of Gojo enjoying himself, living care free. It wrenches his intestines together. There’s a lack of response from Genghis, so he lowers his voice to exact his reasoning, “She fucks everyone.”, he cackles in annoyance, “Everyone but me that is.”. Getou remembers her glare when he left the room they held her in at the base. “I knew Zenin was oddly territorial with her but I never would’ve guessed this debauchery. He hates Gojo too…so I thought.”. Getou reels over the loss of his cohorts once again as he’s no longer alone but it doesn’t really feel like it.

               Genghis knows Suguru is expecting him to be riddled with disgust as well but he’s isn’t. ‘Is he..?’, Genghis is not even upset anymore as he feels that was confirmation of Suguru’s jealousy, whether Getou knows it or not. ‘Maybe there is hope for us after all…’. He lets a few seconds pass to simulate that of someone who cares. Genghis loves Suguru like a son but he also loves his own future as well along with his grandiose plans for their clan. With a small sigh he brings a chair and places it opposite of Getou and sits down. “Look little one, are you sure tha-…”.

               “SHE HAD GOJO INSIDE OF HER WHILE SHE WAS GAGGIN ON ZENIN!” Getou almost doesn’t catch himself in time to control the surging energy flowing through him. ‘Gojo… of all people.’.

               “Hmmm…”, is all Genghis offers while he thinks of how to diffuse this situation.

               “HMMM??!!!” Suguru mocks and then hollers, “What the FUCK kind of response is that?!”. He sees the glint of anger that flashes across his mentor’s eyes and decides to calm down. It’s a matter of respect.

               Genghis raises an eyebrow at how perceptive Getou can be at times although he needs to learn to be like that always. “I can see why that would bother you…”, but Getou scoffs as he turns away. “Her nature…it’s solidified but ever changing it would seem. We may not have the time we originally thought.” Suguru looks back to him now as he’s obviously curious as to what that could mean. ‘She’s already creating a small but powerful army.’.

               “What is that you know, Master?” Getou’s back to his collected demeanor as he’s eager to understand what could cause Genghis to seem so offhand on the ordeal. He looks around the destroyed room and feels slightly embarrassed, especially if there’s some kind of explanation.

               “When she drinks from the hybrid, his curse blood fuels her own. This is what I was trying to elucidate to you before.” Genghis checks to make sure he has Getou’s undivided attention. When he’s satisfied by his pupil practically hanging on the edge of his seat, he continues, “She has awakened to a small degree and with her kind, that means a growing appetite for many things and less inhibiting emotions in exchange.”. Getou’s eyes narrow in response but Genghis proceeds, “When we get her here, you’ll have to sate her needs little one so it’s best you understand now.”. He’s anticipating a rebuttal but it doesn’t arrive, ‘Good, because if you don’t, I will...and that may cause some problems.’.

               Getou is still mildly confused but understands enough that he’ll have to feed and fuck her. “I’ve already tried that, it didn’t work.”. His thoughts take to the last time he saw her, while he was working his way in.

               “You stabbed her, broke her wings and then forced yourself between her legs… let’s understand the difference here, Suguru…”, Genghis shakes his head as he didn’t want to be so blunt but at the same time, there’s no room for error there, Getou must comprehend that.

               “And she called out for Naoya when I did.”, Getou’s patience are being tried at this point. He knows he was wrong in his approach and even with his brutal nature. He also is hesitant to express anything in regards to that scent that provoked him.

               Genghis interrupts the pity party, “Because she’s afraid of you Suguru…and rightfully so!”. He softens his eyes for his pupil for just a moment, “I could never imagine expecting any other outcome. I’ve never even thought to do something like that to a woman.”, Genghis lies with complete knack.

               Getou exhales heavily and turns his gaze to the shattered bowl, “That doesn’t explain why she’s fucking everyone…”, he loses himself in those same images again and runs his finger along his scarred cheek. His eyes widen as he’s suddenly remembering the aftermath, “Toji attacked them though, I’m guessing Kokoro succeeded?”. He switches his view back to his mentor with inquisitive eyes.

               Genghis decides to hold off of the details about Elska and Toji following the incident. ‘She really is getting her fill though…’, but smiles to her ways as he watched them that day, all of it, from afar. He then tilts his head upwards and tries to hold his happiness inside as he delivers Mugoi’s fate, “Kokoro perished by the hands of Fushiguro… and Oda.”.

               Upon hearing of Mugoi’s death a small smirk appears initially but then he’s overcome with the fact that he’d always planned on taking out Kokoro himself. “How can he be dead? Isn’t he under the same technique?”. He hopes the bastard can return for more.

               Genghis allows his grin to sneak through after seeing Getou’s reaction, knowing they’re both pretty glad the fuckers gone. “Yes well, they didn’t use any techniques to kill him, they just utilized that nature of theirs. If he were killed with a cursed ability, yes, we could have reversed that.” Genghis chuckles lowly, “I told him to be extremely cautious but he ultimately underestimated this Toji gravely. To be fair though, I wasn’t expecting the girl to behave as she did…she killed Okhin viciously as well.”.

               Getou catches on to his master’s amusement and it rubs him as odd, “You said the outcome would benefit me…did you know this would happen?”. He’s decided to place that weird display in the back of his mind for the time being. ‘Okhin too?’, Getou barely knew the Titer woman but was aware of her loyalty to himself and their cause and feels regret that she lost her life.

               “I did.”. Genghis leans toward being honest about this bit at least. He waits to gauge Getou’s response and becomes eased when he can tell that his knowing won’t be met with hostility. “Mugoi wasn’t a very good man and he had no business leading this clan. His strategies were half-baked and his desires to lead were misplaced.”.

               “I never did like him…I actually hated that fucker and owed him for Kechi and Eso...” Getou sighs as there’s yet another thing to be grateful to Elska for. “Serves him right.”. ‘I wonder how she did it?’. Getou ponders on her mysterious existence and wonders what else he may not know about her. He thought he was well informed before but sees that’s not the case at all.

               Genghis smiles genuinely as he proceeds the conversation to nourish the seed he’s planted, “So…you were watching her?”. He gives a playful shove to Suguru, “You can’t hide the fact that you’re interested…I can already tell.”.

               Getou’s face becomes deadpanned at his mentor’s words. He’s self-conscious about the truth in the statement, not really being sure as to when it happened nor why. He looks back at the shattered bowl, “I was seeing if there were any tactics I could formulate based on their own.”. He feels another light push and it’s clear that Genghis wasn’t buying it. ‘Why is she so important to even him?’. He sighs in frustration, “Yes, ok? I was watching her…although I regret it now.”. His eyes widen during the statement, showing he meant it desperately.

               Genghis releases a loud cheer into the room, “ALRIGHT!”. He pats Getou on the shoulder, “This is great little one! You shall have her then!”. He can barely control his pride as he knows this step was imperative to conquer. “We will have to secure her soon before the others reach her to do the same.

               Getou wants to ask about the others mentioned but figures it pertains to the clans also aiming for the same goal. He becomes tactical, “I think we should draw them in and crush all of their shaman.”. This time, when preparing her quarters, he would take a note from Naoya and make sure she can at least be impressed by their offer. ‘Would it really make that much of a difference though?’, he’s unsure of what lies ahead because of what’s occurred in the past.

               Genghis leans forward with approval, “That is a wise idea but we should bait them first.”, he smiles maliciously, “I think we should take your lover first and give them a location.”.

               Getou blushes against his own will and tries to mask it with haste, “Whatever, that’s fine. I need to prepare an area for her.”. Suguru stands up, cloaked in agitation as he worries about what could be wrong with him. ‘Why…am I feeling so…awkward?’.

               “Don’t be ridiculous, you only need to prepare another room for yourself.” Genghis can’t believe that he’s having to hold his pupil’s hand through this but laughs to the confusion painted on Suguru’s face, “She’s going to be staying with you.”.

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               “Cho, how do you know this? ARE THEY NEARBY?” Naoya knows Choso is also very fine tuned when it comes to sensing other techniques, primarily the Titers for having worked around them for so long. Naoya still is looking around to silently ask everyone to be on their guard.

               Choso doesn’t remove the box from his pocket. He keeps his fingers wrapped around it though and tries to figure out a way to communicate that won’t bring them to a disadvantage. His stillness unnerves everyone but Toji tries to calm the room, understanding there’s a purpose for it. Choso decides to try something. After standing, he uses his right hand to point at his pocket and while still holding the box inside of there, he flicks it a few times with his finger, creating sound.

               Gojo is the first to catch on and decides to give it a codename, “The bento box!”. He smiles to Choso’s relieved nod and turns to face everyone. “Do you remember the yellow fish delivery we received earlier?”, Toji scrunches his face but then the connection is made. “I believe that Choso’s saying he can tell by the bento box it came in.” Elska now seems to get it as well.

               “Baby? When did you eat yellow fish?” Naoya approaches her with a coy smile as the remaining members in the room sigh in frustration, thinking he was too dense to comprehend. Megumi scoffs being out of the loop and apparently feels ashamed of Naoya’s gestures. When within arm’s reach, Naoya snags Elska by the hip and kisses her cheek while whispering, “We will protect you princess.”. He feels her pull away only enough to look into his eyes. He knows she trusts him, it’s written all over her face and nothing could make him happier.

               Elska is lost in Naoya’s warm expression until a realization hits her, “Does…does that mean they saw…everything?”. She becomes completely uncomfortable at the thought and welcomes Naoya’s arms as they wrap around her fully this time. While burying her face into his chest, she can feel the bass from his voice as he laughs awkwardly above her. ‘Greeeaaaaat…’.

               “Well at least it was worth watching…I can attest to that!”, Gojo’s eyes brighten as he recalls the three of them on the bed. ‘It was…perfection.’. Nanami sends narrow eyes over to him which he can feel instantly and against his rowdier judgement, decides to leave it at that.

               Toji scoffs while looking at Gojo, “You’re the fucking worst, you do know that, right?”. He’s never been able to stand Satoru’s need to gloat about everything, especially when it comes to her.

               Gojo warps himself behind Elska, “Oh…but she loves it…” and ruts his pelvis into her rear.

               Naoya uses his projection technique to pull her away afterward, “You’re too fucking much Gojo, don’t expect that shit to happen again.”. He actually really enjoyed the threesome for the most part but sees that he stoked an already heated fire within Gojo by participating. ‘This guy is not right in the head!’.

               “Sati! Why would you do that in front of everyone?!”, She’s not felt Naoya’s technique first hand like that and stumbled with collecting herself after being moved with such speed. ‘Did he seriously just hump me?’.

               Nanami yells, “SATORU!”, with absolute disapproval as Megumi scowls heavily beside him.

               Choso loses himself in thought after hearing Gojo’s mischievous giggles. ‘Do they know that this connects their energy to us? I can tell when they’re spying…’. He twirls the box within his fingertips in his pocket as he tries to formulate an explanation as to why the Titers left it behind if this was genuine. He looks back over to Toji now, ‘Is he really ok? What did this do to him?’. Choso’s eyes now take to Megumi and his heart sinks knowing that they’ve only just begun their father and son relationship officially, ‘I have to figure this out before it’s too late.’. He still hears the voices of everyone else but doesn’t register that his name is being called. The surging energy from the box also ceases and he quietly states, “I think they’re done for now…”.

               Toji sighs, “Thank god, those fucking creeps have nothing better to than to use ourselves against us.”.

               Naoya and Elska both relax into each other knowing they can likely move more freely now. Naoya smiles at her but then continues what they were originally talking about. “I’ll get you some sweets baby!”. He now turns to Choso who is still in his own mind, “Cho!”, Naoya is waving at his friend, “Does that sound alright to you?”.

               Elska chimes in, “I swear I won’t bite you again!”, she looks around to everyone, “Although I am due for a feed soon…”.

               Naoya gasps, “Well I’ll stay too!”. He’s weary of her feeding from Choso for many reasons, his personal ones at the forefront though.

               Toji huffs, “I think you two should make yourselves scarce when we come back.”, his vision glaring between Naoya and Gojo. “You two have had enough today.”.

               Gojo wants to say something smart to rile Toji up but decides that maybe that wasn’t such a huge demand. He looks to Naoya and whines, “Let Toji feed her tonight…”. He kicks at nothing to display his disappointment but knows that he owes the giant this much at least.

               Naoya grabs her hands now and looks down to her with his weak protest, “Baaaby…”, but then sighs as he can understand where Gojo is coming from, “…Ok…but tomorrow you feed from me!”. He smiles gleefully as he secures one of his favorite past times. Of course, he enjoys the feeling her bite surges through him but more than anything else, he loves how much she enjoys drinking from him. It certainly makes him feel needed and with all of the testosterone surrounding her now, he appreciates the affirmations he receives from her, this one especially. ‘If only I had my own fangs…’.

               “If she drinks too much of you boy, she’ll get fucking cavities.”. Toji laughs to his own joke though as he meant nothing foul by it, he’s actually surprised he didn’t receive more resistance from either of them on the matter of feeding.

               “What are you guys about to do?” Choso now feels he missed something important.

               Elska and Gojo chuckle at the fact that Choso indeed tuned them all out moments ago.

               “They’re going on a food run while you stay with me, if that’s ok!”. Elska smiles and continues, “You can take a shower too if you want, I won’t leave the room but you’ll still have privacy in there.”. She walks over to the bathroom and pulls out a fresh towel from a neat stack that lays on iron shelving next to the tub.

               “And make sure you’re clothed when you leave the bathroom…”, Gojo’s tries to make his tone lighter but he’s serious. “I saw what you’re hiding underneath those clothes, you thick ass stallion!”, and laughs to Choso’s widening eyes.

               Choso recalls Gojo complimenting his body before  and becomes flustered by the accusations being launched at him and quickly defends himself, “Elska! I promise I wouldn’t try to do anything sexy to you!”. He hears Gojo roar into laughter and anchors his eyebrows in a way that show the silver shaman that he’s been teased enough for one day.

               “I would hope not.” Megumi makes his quiet presence known again as he’s only just calmed down after seeing his sensei hump her…and then there’s the feeding. He turns his nose up and hollers while leaving for the door with Nanami, “GIVE HER SOME SPACE.”.

               “Doll, I’ll be right back alright?” He grins when she nods in anticipation and he can sense that she’s as eager to feed from him as he is to feed her.

               “Umm…I will too, don’t forget that part old man…”, Naoya finally releases his hands from her as he forces himself away and towards the door. “Be right back baby!” He blows her a kiss from the doorway but waits impatiently for Gojo to make his exit.

               Gojo now grabs her hands and with a serious face says, “Love, just be careful and wait for Toji. We will back after you have some time.” He smiles, “Don’t bite Choso in case it’s related to that other you ok?” He kisses her on the forehead gently before stepping back and taking in her comfortable and casual appearance while relishing on his recent lush memories of them. He glances to Choso, “If anything happens, make a portal to Naoya but we should be back really soon.

               Choso nods and is glad that there was reiteration over him being the source of her nourishment. ‘Gojo is far more intelligent than he typically lets on…’. After everyone leaves the room, the silence engulfs them. “I uhh…I guess I will take a shower now.”, and dutifully heads into the bathroom.

               “Wait there’s a trick!” Elska rushes past the door before he can close it in order to reach the faucet. The temperature designated knobs are actually reversed and she didn’t want Choso to fall victim to ignorance’s cruelty. Once adjusted, she stands up tall and smiles, “Now, you’re all set!”.

               “I tend to take lengthy showers, please do not be alarmed by this.” Choso feels the steam beginning to take form and is ready to wash the day away. She giggles and says “That’s totally fine, relax a bit.” Before switching on the fan and shutting the door behind her. As he undresses, he folds his new pajamas neatly on the counter, planning to put them back on when he’s finished. For a moment he freezes as this doesn’t make sense, how can he watch her while he bathes? ‘Oh, they were way ahead of me with this one…’. He forms his observer window, focuses it on her and leaves the curtain parted so he can check it from time to time.

               Elska isn’t sure why but as soon as the words, “Relax a bit” left her, she felt the urge to do so herself. “Well…he did say he takes long showers…and they’re no longer watching us…”, she walks over to Choso’s unintentional gift and honestly just wants to try it. After grabbing it, she cautiously makes her way back to the bed, dropping her new ace sweatpants to the floor before laying on her back. Her mind brings her back to Naoya and Satoru taking her and becomes flooded with arousal. “That really was…amazing.”. Her nimble fingers press the tiny rubber button located on the bottom of the little pink mouse and jumps with excitement when it turns on. ‘This shouldn’t take much time at all!’, and gleams to its vibrational impact. The thought of Naoya extracting her pheromones and orgasms while Satoru filled her mouth sends a sensation between her thighs before the vibrator ever reached its target. She self consciously listens for any sudden movement in the bathroom, wondering why she was really about to do this right now. ‘I just feel like I need to…’, but is trying to ignore the fact that she’s seen plenty of action for one day, at least normally. Once the silicone bullet reaches her clitoris, her body tenses up by the sensations it sends through her and she quietly gasps with a wide smile.

               Choso is rinsing his hair, enjoying the scented products that fall and mix into the water. ‘How does my hair feel this smooth after just shampoo?’, he’s amazed and feeling anew. After applying the thick conditioner, he decides to read the ingredients from the bottle located at the other end of the tub. When he grabs it, he turns to check his observer window to make sure everything is alright. “Oh my…”. His eyes are wide and the shock from what he’s seeing steals his attention thus causing the shampoo bottle to be dropped onto his foot. “OW!”.

               Elska hears the commotion and immediately closes her legs for cover. She’s panting lightly as she was already pretty close to being done with this test drive but still calls out, “Chos…Choso? Are you alright in there?!”. She sits up as she listens carefully for a response.

               “I uhhh…Yea!! I’m great! Just…dropped something!”. Choso feels his heart pounding through him and when he looks down can see his chest beat along with it. ‘I should’ve just told her the truth!’, he panicked though. He stands at the end of the tub where the water barely touches him as he breathlessly waits for a sign that she’d either stop or continue. ‘Does she not know I’m observing her?’. He watches her settle back into the bed but has failed to notice his instant erection until this point and whispers, “Damnit…”. When she places the mouse back on her sensitive areas, he can see her face twist in pleasure and cannot help himself. Choso begins to stoke his member as his human desires take over and shudders to the wonderful sensations it sends through him. Elska moans quietly but Choso is audibly attached to his window so he hears it. He watches her placement of the toy and is surprised to see that it’s used to for surface features rather than being for inside. He continues to pump his hand, gaining speeding even while the water threatens to stop his motions, moaning himself as he studies the visual before him. “Women…they’re such…beautiful creatures…”, he whispers through his small gasps.

               Elska is working towards her climax, intermittently edging herself when she feels she’s too close, not wanting to end the pleasure so soon. She thinks about how Toji always tries to stimulate her with his hands while he works himself into her, causing her toes to curl. ‘Toji and this would be incredible…’, she pictures him with his wings and fangs out, using his mass to pin her against the bed as he thrusts through her. In this fantasy, he would hold the mouse down against her, forcing her to endure the bliss while locking glowing eyes. “Holy…oh…yes…”, she whines out underneath her breath as she feels her moisture gather. She imagines him smugly smirk above her before saying, “Doll, you’re so fucking wet for me.”, but realizes that would be much more of a Satoru thing.

               Choso is no longer even bathing by this point but has opened the curtains further so he can still receive the warmth from the water as he continues towards his own relief. Every time her body arches or she whispers confirmation to how good she’s feeling, his hand increases speed by itself. He looks down to see how unbearably hard he is and bites his lip as his vision takes back to his technique. His mind is plaguing him as he doesn’t have a direct desire to sleep with her but she’s always the subject of his sexual thoughts. He imagines himself sitting between her knees, administering the mouse. “Mmmm…”, he groans while thinking of her furrowed brow and flush expression being the product of his placement. His hand grips his girth and he momentarily seethes and hisses to the building rise coursing through him. He whispers her name to his own dismay, feeling that it increased his ability to reach his orgasm. The water falling down his back has become cooler but it doesn’t deter him from this interesting experience.

               She is now daydreaming about Satoru’s aggressive behavior. ‘He would most definitely use this mouse as a tool to dominate.’, and the thought of him bending her over while making her hold it to herself almost makes her unravel. He’d say things like, “Awww love, what’s the matter? Can’t handle it?”, and she would have to respond to him before he’d smack her ass…but maybe she would keep quiet on purpose. He’d likely grab her by the throat and raise her up from behind so he could hear her clearly as he spreads her from within. She gasps to this and arches her body again as she nearly lost herself. Her eyes open widely though as she’s sure he would attempt anal next…but she wouldn’t necessarily fight him. ‘If I ever tell him that I actually like it, he would try it all of the time though…’, and the idea of him relentlessly trying to impale her in that manner slightly decreases her arousal.

               Choso is all but minutes away from being spent. He’s staring intently into the observer’s window and ignores her change in demeanor. Instead, he’s now wondering about this taste that women provide. He still isn’t sure you’re supposed to lick them there but the probability of it being allowed makes him imagine how he would. The expression on her face is back to be pleasant so maybe if he would take his tongue to the same spot where the mouse is located, he could cause this too. His eyes are closed at this point, while he hastily grips and rhythms with his hand so when she cries out, his imagination runs wild and he imagines inserting himself into her. That was a mistake though because in this moment, he’s releasing his contents all over himself and the tub while he fails to cease his motion.

               Naoya’s sweet but domineering nature saved the day. While reliving old memories of when she was his prisoner, she remembers the sexual tension that made her crave him even more. While envisioning them on their sides again, she smiles to the desperation felt that consumed her, making her take him in his sleep. “Oh…Naoyaaaaa…”. It really didn’t matter what he would try with her, Elska was likely to allow him wantonly, she trusts him fully in this realm. In her sexual dream however, he’s given glowing red eyes and golden wings. He would brush her hair aside while rocking his hips while they lay there but he’d also lean down to pierce her neck. “God pleeeeassee…”, she begs the universe to at least be able to simulate what his fangs would feel like. She cries out though in real time and releases a wave of pheromones as her legs tremble, the orgasm following immediately after. She lies there panting, not having removed the mouse from her hand, nor has she budged to change her position. Her eyes take to the little mouse though while she heaves and feels her arousal seeping out, “This was actually a wonderful gift Choso!”. She smiles and feels the cold chills that are result of her thin layer of sweat. She goes to sit herself up but finds she just doesn’t have the energy in this moment. Her eyes dart open as she recalls, “CHOSO! SHIT!”, having temporarily forgotten that he was in the bathroom, only a few feet away. She sits up tensely to gather herself as the door is pushed open. She screams, “DON’T!”. She feels so ridiculous as she knew Toji’s door no longer latched.

               Choso heard her scream and although he’s a mess he launches out of the shower. “Elska! What’s wrong?!”.

               Toji stands in the doorway first inhaling the scent before noticing Elska’s position and eyes the mouse next her on the bed. The fact that she wasn’t dressed on her lower half clearly gave it away. He feels himself get a little excited but its all but crushed as a wet and naked Choso barrels out of the bathroom door. “What the f…”.

               Elska quickly covers herself before Choso has a chance to turn around but she can’t help but stare at him against her better judgement. His body is so refined and built, his lower half just as impressive. She doesn’t feel any desire to experience him but she can still appreciate a good work of art. When their eyes meet, Choso turns beet red and flails his hands in an attempt to shield them from his usually hidden parts. “I thought something was wrong!”.

               “The fact that you’re out here butt ass naked is the something that’s wrong buddy…”, Toji glares at the being and huffs. Toji points his finger toward the door and says, “Go get some fucking clothes on! What were you doing in there to still be bathing?!”. A realization hits him and he growls at the possibility that Choso was relieving himself in his shower. “How the fuck were you planning on protecting her if you were in there the entire time?!”, Toji demands an explanation.

               Choso looks away from Toji and to the floor, “Well…I was watching her still…I just multitasked.”. He can feel Toji’s presence intensify immensely and wonders if he should have just lied and apologized.

               Elska folds over in the bed and curls up in embarrassment. ‘Does he mean…he watched me do that?”, she too mortified to ask or even look at either of them.

               Naoya now walks through the door, “CHO! WHAT THE FUCK!?”. He sees Elska hiding in the bed and after seeing his friend’s bareness, freaks out. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?”, he runs to Elska who’s actively deflecting any interaction and he assumes the worse. “Baby! What happened?!”, He then sees the pink mouse on the bed and feels his left eye twitch. He snatches it from beside her and charges Choso, “YOU THOUGHT TO USE THIS ON HER?!”. He sees the surprise in Choso’s eyes and even through his anger, realizes that he jumped to conclusions.

               Elska understands this is taking a wrong turn so she sits up again and says, “I used it on myself! Choso was just taking a shower and bolted out here when I screamed!”.

               Naoya stops now, being only about a foot away from Choso. “Baby, what caused you to scream?”, he now looks at the toy with a raised eyebrow, ‘Could it really be that good?’. Choso’s eyes meet it too and the being blushes further.

               “She screamed when I came through the door, boy, calm down.” Toji is now pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation to the endless web of miscommunication that spins between them. He walks over to Naoya and steals the mouse. “You guys need to scram for a few. She needs to feed and I’m tired of there being a god damn peanut gallery.”.

               Choso immediately rushes into the bathroom to change as Naoya pouts while walking back to Elska. “Baby, I’m parking right next door and I’ll be back as soon as you are finished.”.

               “We actually are switching rooms tonight!” Gojo now strolls in, having listened from the hall. He comprehends everything that just happened, from the dual masturbation to the sad accusations that were pointed to Choso. If he hadn’t stayed behind though Megumi would’ve seen everything before being shooed away and that’s the only thing that bothers him. ‘Toji is going to have to handle that soon…’.

               “This is my room you silver fuck, I don’t want to move.”, Toji defends his messy territory that has suffered from the multiple people using it.

               Elska is further jolted by Satoru’s sudden appearance but calmly asks, “What are you talking about Sati?”. She’s now quickly donning her ace pants while trying her best to make it seem like she’s no longer bothered by what may have taken place with Choso. ‘I’m just glad that topic got skipped over…’.

               “We’re going to a bigger room, with a bigger bed.” Gojo winks at her as he’s still bent on proving to her that the additional company can be worked with. “But you two can still feed here, I’ll have Naoya and Choso help me set everything up!”. His eyes take to Toji, “Surely you can understand why this room’s defenses are no longer suitable…”. He glances to Elska and brings his palms up to the situation they’re in with an expression that says, “Think about it.”.

               “I swear if it’s poorly designed, I’m going to snap. Color scheme and layout is everything Gojo…”, Naoya rolls his eyes as he’s really not in the position to refuse lodging but wishes he didn’t have to share everything with his cousin and him.

               Toji howls, “You fucking broke the door in the first place you cunt!”. He never knows how far the silver shaman will go but is slowly wondering if there are any boundaries at all. Becoming further irritated, he starts to manually push everyone towards hall. “Get the fuck out!”. Naoya is still protesting to being forced to leave even as Toji shuts the door in his face, hearing his whining through the wood. “Jesus Christ…they’re such fucking handful…”.

               Elska giggles to Toji’s vexation but sits on her knees as the large man returns toward her, sitting on the bed.

               Naoya is still on the other side of the door, “Choso is in there you old fart!”.

               Toji’s eyes narrow to the bathroom but before he can say anything, Choso quickly races out with soaking hair and practically runs to the door leading to the hallway. He now sighs and slouches over on the edge of the bed, “Doll…sometimes it’s so much to navigate through…”, he looks to her, “…are you not overwhelmed by all of this?”. His hand finds it’s way to her cheek after he orients his body more towards her. They’re eyes respond to each other, him not knowing who’s began glowing first.

               “It is…a lot…”. She admits while nuzzling into his hand. “…but look at how you three loners are no longer alone.”, she means it and smiles genuinely as that part does lift her heart. She watches Toji scoot back onto the bed but to his knees and her teeth peer through her lips as she gathers he’s getting straight to it. With slow motion, she crawls over top of him until she’s perfectly seated in his lap and his arms are securing her body against him. Looking down from now overhead, she chuckles, “Just like our first time…”, and brushes his hair from his face as she happily takes in the details of his rugged features. “I’m really sorry about earlier Toji…I really wasn’t expecting Sati to take us away like that. I really wasn’t expecting any of it actually.”.

               Toji can sense her guilt and feels like he should address his prior purpose. “Doll, I was just worried Gojo was taking things too far…like before. I didn’t trust that he would have your best interest at heart which is why I was so angry.”. He lifts his chin so he can tuck her head underneath it while holding her, “I am with you no matter what, never forget that.”. Toji closes his eyes as he feels her relax and cackles, “Naoya already said he wasn’t going to do that again but I feel like Gojo will still try.”. He pulls her away and bends his neck to the side to give her full access with a smile.

               “You’re too good for me, Toji…”, she laments while eyeing his neck. Instead of immediately biting him though she turns his head back towards her for a deep and passionate meeting of the lips. He responds by send his tongue into her mouth, causing her to whimper as she grips his sleek black hair with her right hand while holding his throat with her left, not even meaning to. Both of their fangs form as soon as he breaks their lustrous kiss and he again positions his head to the side as she lowers her own. She can hear him groan as her teeth skip across the skin of his neck and right as she’s about to puncture him, Satoru’s presence can be felt.

               “LOVE WAIT!” He runs over to the bed as Elska didn’t seem to even flinch. “Choso made a valid point!”, Toji’s glowing eyes finally meet his so he continues, “If Toji has Titer energy in him, this is about to be another fucking catastrophe!”.

               Toji swiftly blocks Elska from his neck and rolls over so she’s pinned to the bed, being startled by her reaction.

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[yeojaa]

in the night, ii.

read part one!  dedicated to my beloved wofe @periminkle​ because she loves assassin!kook and so do i.  i honestly dunno how many parts to this non-couple couple i’ll do but ... i cannot resist them.  oops.

pairing.  jjk x reader.  rating.  ... general?  tags.  soft romance in the form of:  pining, cuddling, playing chess like losers, using a hotel room for the lamest reasons.  maybe a very lil bit of angst if you squint at the right times.  it’s just them being...  them?  ig.  wc.  1.8k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​ 💛

“You know, when you asked me to meet  you here, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

He can’t help but laugh, the sound teetering off his tongue into the tepid lake of espresso sitting in his cup.  You’re glaring down at the board, hand poised at your side.  You’re so focused - more so than when you’re stitching him up.  

He wonders, idly, whether that should worry him.  It won’t.

“You’re not having fun?”  He hums, the slyest smile passing over the rim of ceramic, a certain twinkle in his stare.  It’s possible he’s overtired - he hasn’t slept in what feels like ages - but there’s something awfully amusing about the sight of you, brow knit and mouth pursed into a grimace he seldom sees.  “Got something else in mind, Doc?”

You don’t humour him with a response, advancing your king to C7.  

“You sure about that one?”

“Yes.”  It snaps past your lips like cinnamon bubble gum.

Seeing you so riled up - not quite irritated but overly competitive - makes Jungkook snort, setting his cup down with a soft, drawn out sigh.

“Come here.”  It isn’t readily clear where he means but he leaves it up to you, watching you keenly. 

You’re having none of it. “Make your move.”

“Come here,”  he repeats, just that bit harder.  The edge doesn’t reach anywhere but his words;  his eyes are still a little tired, half-lidded and dreamy.  They pair nicely with the full of his cheek, how it ticks rounder and reveals a singular dimple.  Your weakness - or so he’d like to think. 

It’s with a surprising amount of dramatics that you remove yourself from the opposite seat, folding yourself into his lap with only a handful of movements.  He welcomes your weight, curling an exhausted arm around the shape of your waist. 

With your back to the arm rest, you settle with your head against his shoulder, nose cold against the column of his throat.  He can even feel the steel of your glasses, gold-rimmed and delicate. 

“Bored?”  The tone of his voice is lilting, teasing, dressed up with laughter.  It disappears into your crown of velvet, loosely braided and knotted behind your ear in your signature no-fuss fashion. 

“No.”  But it isn’t very believable because you certainly sound unenthused. 

He tries again, with fingers that flex into the soft, bare flesh of your thigh;  his other hand guides your chin, drawing your attention fully from the abandoned chess set.  “Want to order room service?”

It’s the least he can do, he figures.  Something to ease whatever mocking resentment seeps out of your skin - much like his had only hours earlier. 

Note to himself:  pick up some new clothes.  

“I want every dessert on the menu,”  you finally relent, with a terribly serious set of your jaw and intensity in your eyes.  

He snorts, again, squeezing the yielding softness of your hip in his broad palms. “I’ll call down and order.  You go take a shower or something.”  It’s not as dismissive as he means;  the blouse you’d worn over is stained red, the colour bleeding garishly over cream silk.  It even marks your skin now, caught beneath your nails and over your wrists. 

“What - it’s not a good look on me?”  

Your feigned affront is addictive, coaxing in a way he’s utterly defenceless against.  Still, Jungkook rolls his eyes - an exaggerated reveal of bright white sclera - and levels you with a look that might serve him better than the gun that rests on the coffee table.  “Don’t ask stupid questions, Doc.”

“But you do stupid things all the time.”  You’re not wrong and if there’s anyone worthy of calling him out in this same way, it’s you.  Doesn’t mean he takes it any more kindly, glowering at you so heavily he thinks you might be enjoying it. 

“Name one time,”  he retorts, fully on the defensive.  Even though he knows you’re right.  Even though he could list off just five things since last night. 

Getting ambushed in his own home

Cracking some not-so-poor guy’s skull on the corner of his Nakashima dining table 

Asking for you to make a home (or rather, hotel) call 

Asking for you at all

Asking you to stay 

He hopes you won’t catch onto the last three. 

“That time I told you to not overextend yourself after you cracked three ribs and you came back the next day complaining because you’d piledrived a guy through some scaffolding but, and I quote, ‘it wasn’t a big deal’?”  Okay, you have him there.  “Or the time I told you to take the pills in the left drawer and you took the ones from the right and ended up passed out on my floor for twelve hours?”  Another solid and mildly embarrassing example.  “Or—”

“Okay, okay.”  A single hand held aloft in the universal sign of stop;  the other remains comfortable around your waist, digits tracing figure eights over the porcelain skin beneath your top.  “I get it.”

You’re undeterred, pushing forward with abandon.  “Or inviting me to a hotel to not only stitch you back together but also play silly children’s games?”

“Hey - chess is fun!”  And so were Gin Rummy and Speed, the other two activities he’d foisted upon you post-sewing session. 

“You’re an idiot,”  you state, with a surprising amount of affection.  He doesn’t mind when it comes like this, dipped in honey and rolled in fairy floss. It satisfies his sugar craving, filling the spaces between his molars with cavities. 

“You still came,”  he challenges.  

“Just adding it to the dozens of favours you already owe me.”

He grins, roguish and far too handsome for his own good.  Even tired, with lurking shadows beneath his eyes, he’s unbelievably bright - like it’s radiating out of him.  It’s quite funny when he’s speckled in gore, blood tainting tanned skin and reminding you that he’s not all sunshine and rainbows. 

“How will I ever pay you back?”

You’re close - far too close, even sat in his lap.  Jungkook can see every freckle on your face, every lash that frames the prettiest stare he’s ever seen.  He has to remind himself he’s waiting for an answer;  it’s hard when all he wants to do is kiss you. 

He thinks you must want it too, by how the silence stretches on, catching the pair of you like a Chinese finger trap. 

“Doc?”  Barely a word, made in a whisper. 

Can you feel how his heart beats, trips and fails to right itself when you’re so close he can smell the coffee on your breath?  Is it your medical training that gives him away?  Or maybe just the fact that you’re attuned to everything about him because he’s, well, him?

Your big stupid idiot, for all intents and purposes. 

He wants to ask.  He wants to kiss you. He wants a hundred mundane things (like playing cards and eating sweet treats) only with you. 

You tear it all away with a pat to his head and a wicked smile.  “With all the dessert in the world.”

He scowls then, the expression wolfish and touched with agitation.  It presents in the narrowing of his stare, his sharply set jaw.  “Sounds like pretty lame payback to me.”  Can you hear the edge of petulance, how it colours syllables the faintest shade of goblin green?

“Got something else in mind, Jeon?”

Having his words thrown back at him only makes him laugh.  It reverberates out of his bare chest, filling the quiet of the luxury suite;  it bounces around just as you do, leaping to your feet with a grace he can’t mimic.  He’s mesmerised, as he always is, gaze trained on you - your loosened bun, the curves of your back, how you look in the jeans that look nearly painted on they fit you so well. 

“Grab a bath, Doc,”  he returns - less of a suggestion and more of a demand. 

“Better have those desserts once I’m out.”  A threat rather than a joke, though you’re far too unassuming with your old lady glasses and wide, expressive stare.  For your sake, Jungkook crosses a heart across his chest and nods solemnly, earning him a devastating grin that works far better than your intimidation. 

“Have I ever let you down?”

You’re already gone, a trail of your clothes left like breadcrumbs.  He still hears you.  “I mean - you did bring a knife fight to my door.”  

“We don’t talk about that!”  He calls back before the sound of running water takes over, distorting your laughter.  Neroli and cedar wood comes - your signature scent.  He can’t help the way he inhales deeply, satisfied, as he plucks the room phone from its holder.  It’s an addiction, a second nature action that he can’t help, whether you’re curled in his arms or tending to his broken, bleeding body. 

It’s dangerous, he knows.  

His old mentor would tell him don’t get involved, Jeon.  That living a life like this came with sacrifices.  Things he’d never really cared for - at first.  But now?  

He daydreamt about them more often than he should, in all the quiet moments in between.  They painted the prettiest pictures in his mind, wishful thinking in the form of everyday occurrences:  coffee in the morning, you in his (unstained) clothes, drives in the countryside, a bed shared at night. 

All because of you and your healing hands.  He’d never thought you’d be so good at your job, stitching him up inside and out.

It’d be better if he left, packed his ruined clothing and stopped appearing on your doorstep.  It’d keep you safe - and him, too.  Relationships meant weakness and in his line of work, weakness was something to be exploited, like an open wound with a thumb pressed into it.

Instead, he waits until the cart of desserts appears - lemon tarts and basque cheesecake and a dozen other things that scream diabetes! - and wheels it right into the bathroom, closer to you, because he always wants to be closer to you.  

“These don’t look like apples, Doc,”  he hums, settling himself on the back edge of the tub, careful not to dislodge the towel that’s folded beneath your neck.  The wet of your hair seeps into the material of his pants, sticking cloth to sinew and brawn. 

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away but a tray of desserts will keep me here forever.”

“You planning on living here?”  Quipped with an offering - a cocoa masterpiece of four layers, held gingerly between his thumb and forefinger.  

“Might as well milk it,”  you tease, accepting the bite with love in your eyes and a tongue that sweeps, just barely, over his suddenly electrified skin.  He knows what you’re doing just as well as you do;  it’s next to impossible not to lean into the desire, slide the digit home and press down into muscle until you’re drooling around it.

“Might as well,”  he echoes, those same fluttering pink hearts reflected in his stare.

tag list.  @neverthefirstchoice​ @youwannabelostandnotbefound​ 

[kookscrescent]

SECRETS │ prologue │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader  ➤ summary│Finding someone who doesn’t know who he is, is rare for Jungkook. Everywhere he goes people seem to know his name, his face and the group he’s a part of. But when he comes across someone that doesn’t know any of that, he isn’t in any hurry to reveal that part of his life and the secrets keep piling up. ➤ rating│PG-13 ➤ genre│fluff, dating au, idol au ➤ warnings│mild swearing, angst, humor, featuring namjoon ➤ word count│3.4k│semi edited ➤ release date│January 26th 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

➤ chapter index│prologue│01│02│03│04│05│06

⇥ Masterlist 

Jungkook scurries into the small corner coffee shop that lies neatly tucked away down a small street, where not many people tend to come. This is his favorite coffee shop to come to, to get his coffee. It’s quiet and it’s owned by an older lady, Mrs. Lee, that doesn’t know who he is. She doesn’t ask him questions or try to take his picture or freak out when he comes in. She doesn’t give a shit that his name is linked to one of the biggest idol groups in not only Korea but the world, and she goes on about her day and treats him like a regular customer, and that is why he keeps coming back.

The door shuts behind him as he breaths in the strong smell of coffee. Nothing has changed in all the times he has been here. The same three round wooden tables with their matching chairs still fill most of the floor space, the live green plants that fill the two windowsills and the heavy wooden counter that displays a variety of homemade cakes and pies, and behind it the large coffee machine that brews his favorite coffee are all the same.

But something has changed apparently as his gaze switches to the space behind the counter, where Mrs. Lee normally stands, ready to greet him with her arms out and a warm hello.

Mrs. Lee has apparently hired a new barista to help her run the place. Jungkook can just about manage to read the nametag on your shirt. ____, it reads. You don’t even notice him entering, your eyes too busy focusing on the coffee menu in front of you. Your hair is tied up in a bun on the top of your head and on your body, you wear the same uniform Mrs. Lee normally wears; black clothing from head to toe and a white apron.

Jungkook stops and nervously looks around for Mrs. Lee, but she doesn’t seem to be there. He worries that you are going to recognize him and potentially cause a scene.

Fuck, maybe he should have brought security!

Looking towards the door he just entered, he debates whether he should leave, but before he can make up his mind, your soft voice rings through the small space, causing him to jump slightly.

“Hi, welcome!” You smile brightly at him. “Can I help you?”

Fuck, you are beautiful! Your big round eyes are staring brightly at him like you are old friends reuniting after a long time, and your plump lips are perfectly framing your smile.

Fuck.

But despite that, Jungkook still waits a few moments, just standing by the door – quiet as a mouse. But the screaming doesn’t come. Huh?

“Are you okay, sir?” you ask slightly concerned when he doesn’t answer you.

Realizing that he probably seems like a creep, just staring at you without saying anything, he kicks himself in the butt and approaches the counter hesitantly. “Yes! Sorry, sorry!”

“It’s alright sir. What can I get for you?”

“U-uh, one large iced Americano, please.”

“One large iced Americano, coming right up,” you say, and pick up a new cup and a marker, “what name can I write on the coffee for you?”

Shit! You clearly don’t recognize his face or his voice, but what if his names spark something in you?

Eventually, he decides to dare it, “Jungkook.”

Still no reaction from you as you just scribble down his name on the side of the cup and places it on the counter behind you.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes,” you explain.

Jungkook stays by the counter and watches as you prepare his coffee. Intrigued, doesn’t begin to describe what he is feeling at the moment. Confused, relieved, ecstatic, and maybe even a little disappointed. He is so used to everyone, especially girls, knowing who he is, and recognizing him just by the sound of his voice, and to have probably the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, not knowing who he is… he must admit it is a little disappointing and a blow to his ego.

He takes this as an opportunity to study you without seeming like a total creep. He watches the way you move so effortlessly behind the counter as you fill up the cup with ice, and as you prepare the coffee in the machine, that will later be filled in the transparent cup. You move almost gracefully, reminding him of a ballerina on a stage. Catches himself smiling when you tug a stray piece of hair behind your ear, he clears his throat.

“Are you new?” He then asks, feeling like he needs to fill the silence. He also just wants to hear you talk. Hear your voice.

Turning slightly, you smile at him over the shoulder, “I am. Mrs. Lee is not getting any younger and she needed an extra pair of hands. My mother knows her and recommended me for the job.”

“I see,” you are beautiful, no doubt about it, but when you smile your entire face fills with innocence, a sense of happiness, looking like you’ve just heard the best news in the world. At first glance, you seem like an extremely positive person, a happy go lucky type, and it only intrigues him further.

“Here you go,” placing the freshly brewed iced Americano in front of him. You pull a straw from the container and lays it next to the cup. “That’ll be 3.547 won please.”

Jungkook hands the money over the counter and you take them with care, and gently place them in the till.

“Thank you.” Grabbing his coffee and straw, Jungkook leaves despite the fact that he really wants to stay a few more minutes. To look at your beauty and maybe muster up courage to talk to you some more. But people are waiting for him and he needs to get going before he will be late.

He is almost out of the door when you stop him, “Oh wait!” you call after him a little frantic. By the tone of your voice Jungkook is afraid that you have finally realized who he is.

Reluctantly he turns with his brows raised in question.

“You gave me way too much money sir! You need change!” You tell him and instantly he is relieved, his shoulder slagging.

He laughs internally at the way you have been calling him sir this whole time. If he had to guess, you would be about the same age as him.

“Keep it.”

“Keep it?”

“Keep it.” He shrugs.

“But this is over 20.000 won sir, that is way too much for just one cup of coffee!”

He really doesn’t know why he decided to leave such a big tip. It wasn’t something he had purposely planned on doing, but when he was reaching for the money in his wallet, he had accidentally grabbed two 10.000 won bills instead of just one, but without think much of it he handed you both of them.

“Consider it a tip,” he settles on telling saying, his head lightly tilted to the side.

“A tip? For me?” gently you point a finger at your chest and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at the way your face contorts so cutely in confusion. You obviously are not used to getting tips.

“Yes, for you.” He chuckles, “As a thank you for the delicious coffee.”

“But you haven’t-“ before you can protest further and tell him that a 16.000 won tip is way over the top and that you can’t possibly accept the money, Jungkook is already gone, “-even tasted it yet…”

~ 3 days later ~

“I could’ve brought back the coffee by myself,” Jungkook complains loudly to his hyung and leader walking in front of him, “you didn’t actually have to come with me.”

“I wanted to come,” Namjoon had insisted on joining Jungkook on bringing back coffee for practice. Normally one of the staff members would do it so they could use all the time on practicing, but for three whole days Jungkook’s fingers have been itching to see you again. Even for just a few short minutes. But having Namjoon tagging along, he is afraid that the small bubble he has created around the fact that you don’t know who he is, will burst.

“I have wanted to see this place for some time now,” Namjoon explains as his feet carry him closer to the little coffee shop Jungkook calls is bubble, “if this place can make you ditch Starbucks than I wanna see it.”

“It isn’t even anything special. It’s just a coffee shop.” Jungkook insist, hoping it will get him to turn around and walk back to the car.

Ignoring his question, Namjoon reaches the shop and holds the door open for Jungkook to enter. With a huge sigh he reluctantly does and Namjoon follows. Like the other day, the café is empty, and the strong smell of coffee hits his nostrils as soon as they enter. Today, no one is behind the counter and Jungkook is hopeful that you might not be working today

As the door shuts behind them with a modest click, you appear in the doorway leading to the back room. “Hey, it’s the tip guy,” you beam at them.  

Upon seeing you, the fear and nervousness returns to Jungkook’s body, but despite that, a smile automatically stretches on his lips, and beside him Namjoon tilts his head, looking between you in confusion.

Your bright mood has instantly lifted Jungkook’s spirits, and he forgets all about his hyung next to him until he speaks, “The tip guy?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raise in question at the name you have given Jungkook.

“Yeah, he’s guy that gave me the big tip the last time he was here,” she points to Jungkook, “I remember writing down your name, but I’m really bad with names, and I can’t seem to remember yours, so I resolved to just calling you the tip guy,” the last part you direct to Jungkook, your eyes locking on each other.

Normally, you have a pretty good memory. You remember small useless things that no one would ever need. You remember addresses and for some reason you are really good at remembering phone numbers. But names? You have never been good at remembering names and it has often landed you in a bit of trouble.

“Oh,” Namjoon mumbles, thinking deeply, and after a few moments the next oh follows, “oh!” he looks at Jungkook with wide eyes filled with shock.

The penny has just dropped for him, “Oh?”

“Oh,” Jungkook quietly confirms Namjoon’s unspoken question, crossing everything in his body in hopes that he won’t burst his bubble now.  

Silently, Jungkook begs him not to say anything, to pretend that they are two normal guys getting coffee for their friends. He can undoubtedly see that Namjoon is in a little bit of a shocked state, much like he was three days ago. This never happens to them and he wants to stay like this for a little while longer.

“Oh what?” you ask curiously, wanting to join the conversation.

“Just, oh you forgot his name,” Namjoon is quick to make up an excuse and Jungkook relaxes on the spot knowing that his silent plea worked.

Thank you, he mouths to his hyung, but Namjoon is quick to shrug him off like it is nothing. Always the modest one.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you tell them genuinely, ”I’ve always been bad with names and I know I should probably be good with names, being a barista and all, but I’m just not,” you shrug apologetic, “but I remembered your face,” who could forget a face like his anyways?! Certainly not you!

Jungkook finds you incredibly cute when you ramble, and he would love to listen to you talk for hours. Just hours of listening to you talk.

“No worries,” he reassures you with a smile, “it happens to the best of us.”

God, you can’t get over how freaking handsome he is! He looks like one of those leading males in a drama – you know the one! That one guy that is so freakishly good looking, that it seems almost impossible for him to be real! Yeah, that’s him! That is this guy!

And when he smiles, it’s like your whole body gets set on fire and you want to tell him to smile some more. Or even ask him if you can take a picture of him to keep for a gloomy day, but that would probably have him running for the hills…

Damn! What is his name again?!

Knowing why they are probably here, you ask, “Can I get you some coffee?”

The guy next to him steps forward, but the whole time you keep casting your eyes towards the tip guy, trying for the life of you to remember his name. You barely even hear what his friend is saying.

“Yes, can we get-“

“Jungkook!” You exclaim a little too loud and they both look at you in shock and fright. “Oh I’m so sorry!” You rush to say, “I just suddenly remembered your name and I got a too excited because that almost never happens to me… I am so sorry for interrupting you!” you can already feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. You just hope they won’t notice or at least not comment on it. They must think you are some crazy person!

“You seem to have a habit of apologizing,” the guy that is not Jungkook smirks at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you mumble embarrassed and he continues to smirk at you.

“Oh… I did it again… sorry,” you don’t even realize that you keep apologizing. Only when he keeps smirking at you with a raise of his brows, and the small chuckle that comes from Jungkook, do you realize you have just apologized yet again.

“Shit, sorry! God! Sor-“  you are about to apologize for swearing in front of them, but you shut up mid-sentence, both Jungkook and his friend are now in full laughter at you small outburst.

“I’m just gonna stop talking,” you mumble lowly, your cheeks blushing furiously and you wish the ground would swallow you whole!

You can’t believe you just cursed in front of two customers! Thank God, Mrs. Lee isn’t here!

“Coffee?” You murmur embarrassed, trying to divert the conversation away from yourself.

“Yes please,” the guy tries to calm down his laugh to a mild chuckle, “seven large iced Americanos please.”

Seven?! “It’ll just be a few minutes,” you tell them.

As you start to fill the coffee machine with fresh beans and place out seven cups, you notice both of them moving away from the counter to one of the tables by the window.

A deep breath leaves your lungs. Why do you always have to embarrass yourself like that in front of good looking people?!

This is why you are still single!

“She’s pretty,” Namjoon comments as they both take a seat, far enough away for you not to hear them.

“I know.”

He goes on, “And seems like a really genuine person. Quite adorable.”

“I know.”

“You should ask for her number.”

“I kno- what?!” Jungkook frantically asks his hyung. He must have lost his mind!

“Ask for her number.”

“I can’t do that!” He can’t ask for your number – Right now you have no clue who he is and that gives him a piece of mind, it gives him a place where he can be normal, it gives him a person to talk to without them asking all kinds of questions. Even if it is for just a few minutes here and there. What if you find out who he is, and changes the way you act around him? He would hate that! Absolutely hate it!

Crossing his arms, Namjoon asks, “Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because?”

“Because right now she has no clue who I am! She doesn’t know I’m Jungkook from BTS, to her I’m just Jungkook, the guy that come in and orders a large iced Americano once in a while. I like that, okay.” Jungkook finally admits, his eyes blazing. “If she finds out who I really am, she might freak out and act like the rest of them.”

“Hmm,” Namjoon hums in understanding, “I understand you Kook,” he gives him a pat on the shoulder, “but what if she doesn’t?”

“Doesn’t what?”

“Freak out. What if she doesn’t give a flying fuck about who you are?”

Mulling over his words, Jungkook casts a look at you. Even with your back turned towards him, he finds you irresistible. What if you don’t freak out? If you’d had any inkling about who he is, would you not already have freaked out?

In his head, he is going back and forth with himself. Should he ask you, or should he not ask you? He wants to! Badly! But how far can the bubble stretch before it eventually bursts and the truth will be revealed?  

Only one way to find out, “Alright, I’ll ask for her number.”

“That’s my man.”

Neatly, you place the last coffee in its designated slot in the cup holder. You smile to yourself. It may  not seem like much to some people – making coffee for others – and you have to admit that you were probably one of those people at some point, but working here for the past few weeks, you have really come to enjoy it. There is a certain peace to it, a specific vibe that you can’t get anywhere else. And the chats you get to have with Mrs. Lee and all the customers, you enjoy as well.

“What are you smiling about?”

Startled, you place a hand over your racing heart and glare at the two men that is now standing in front of you. “Jeez, you scared me!” you hadn’t even heard them come up.

“Sorry,” Jungkook chuckles.

Shaking off the shock, you slide the seven cups of iced coffee towards them, “Here you go! That will be,” you pause to press a few buttons on the cash register to get the total, “24.829 won please.”

Before Jungkook can grab his wallet, his friend has already handed you the money, “Keep the change,” he tells you, “and you don’t have to call me tip guy number 2, Namjoon will be just fine,” he winks and you laugh.

“Namjoon it is then.”

“It was nice to meet you ____.”

“You too,” you say, and he turns to Jungkook with both containers of coffee in his hands.

“I’ll wait outside,” he tells him before heading towards the door, not giving Jungkook a chance to protest.

Gesturing your thumb towards the door, you ask Jungkook, “Are you not going with him?”

“In a minute,” he tells you and pushes off the counter. “I wanted to ask you something first.”

Thud thud thud!

That is the sound of your heart racing like a freaking track horse in your chest!

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” You can tell that he’s nervous. He has gotten way more fidgety in the last few seconds and he is having a hard time meeting your eyes all of the sudden.

“What did you want to ask me?” you swallow the big lump in your throat. Now, you are nervous too.

Rolling his shoulders, Jungkook breaths deeply and collects himself. Looking you in the eyes, he flashes you the most perfect smile you think you have ever seen, “I wanted to ask for your number.”

You stop breathing, “M-My number?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” you blurt, making him laugh.

“Because I want to keep talking to you, and I travel a lot for work so… it’s easier right now.”

Time seems to stand still as you process the situation unfolding in front of you. A handsome guy, whom you have only met twice – so he is really more like a stranger at this point – has just asked for your number because, he wants to keep talking to you, but his job makes it difficult...

Are you dreaming?

“You are not dreaming, no,” his laugh pulls you back to the shop.

Instantly, your cheeks heat up. At this rate all this blushing might cause permanent damage to your face, “Did I just say that out loud?”

“You did, but it was cute.”

Mentally you smack yourself for keeping embarrassing yourself in front of him! But more importantly, he just called you cute! Cute! Cute? Cute. Is that a good thing? To be called cute by the most gorgeous man on earth.

“So is that a yes?” he asks after the silence becomes too long.

It is not a dream, and a handsome guy really is standing opposite you, asking for your number. “Yes.”

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SOMEBODY’S BABY | JJK

part nine: emotional baggage

featuring: Jeon jungkook x reader

social media au

It’s just sex they say over and over again. He’s terrible at relationships and she doesn’t know what she wants.

warnings: angst and cussing

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For some reason Namjoon invited a ton of people to his place. You weren’t even exactly sure why you agreed to go to this. Jimin gripped your hand as you made your way through the crowd of unfamiliar people. You reached the kitchen and was relieved to see there were only a few people in there.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, still holding your hand.

You nod your head.

You stay in the kitchen with him for a while. Jimin is all too aware that you don’t like being in this crowded house. He holds your hand the whole time knowing that comforts you. You’re surprised when you see Jin walking into the kitchen. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he gives you a smile.

“Should I leave you alone to talk?” Jimin asks.

“I guess, but don’t go far,” you say, releasing his hand.

“Okay I’ll be in the other room with Hobi.”

Jin walks towards you and leans against the counter next to you. Knitting your eyebrows together you stare at him. You weren’t even sure what you should say to him. You hadn’t ever responded to his last text about giving everything another try.

“I’m surprised you’re here, I thought you hated parties,” he says, breaking the silence that had formed between you.

“I still don’t like them,” you say.

“Then why are you here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know why I come to these. Maybe it’s because it’s the only time all the boys are actually together so I can see them.” The older you get the harder it is for everyone to make time to hang out together.

“I’ve seen and talked to all the guys other than Jungkook, is he here?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders you aren’t if he’s at the party. Things between you have changed so much and you honestly hate it. You miss having him as one of your best friends. A sad expression plays across your face as you look down at your feet.

“Did I accidentally say something wrong?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“JK and I are in a weird place at the moment,” you sigh.

“Is there still something going on between you two?”

“I don’t know to be honest,” you want to cry just thinking about the fact that you might have fucked up your friendship with Jungkook.

You look up when you hear someone clear their throat. You’re caught off guard at the sight of Jungkook standing in the kitchen. His eyes bounce between you and Jin, and you automatically know he thinks something is going on.

“Kook,” you say softly stepping away from Jin.

“I was just stopping by to say hi,” he says as he turns on his heels.

“I need to talk to him. Please give me some time Jin,” you say before taking off through the crowded house after Jungkook. You follow him into the front yard where he finally stops. He tosses his head back and lets out a groan. He doesn’t know you’re behind him.

“Jungkook,” you say softly.

He turns around to look at you and his face is unreadable. He pushes his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.

“Nothing was happening,” you step closer to him.

“YN it doesn’t matter if it was. I can’t have a problem with it,” you can tell by his tone he’s upset. He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. His face reads with a look of defeat.

“I feel like I owe you the whole story at this point. Like everything that happened between Jin and I,” you aren’t ready to talk about this, but you need to.

“YN I’m not forcing you to tell me, I’m trying my hardest to make this whole thing easy on you. It’s fucking hard keeping my distance from you,” he sighs.

“Did you want to go back to your place and I can tell you about what happened with Jin?”

He nods silently.

“Let me tell Jimin I’m leaving.”

“Okay I’ll wait out here while you go tell Jimin.”

Rushing inside the crowded house you find Jimin talking to Tae, and you tell both of them you and Jungkook are going to leave to talk things out. Jimin tells you to call him if you need him.

Walking back outside you find Jungkook standing in the same place you left him. You follow him down the street to where he parked his car. He turns on soft music after he starts the car before he drives you back to his apartment. Neither of you say a single word the whole way there. The whole drive to his place you want nothing more then to reach out and hold his hand. Looking out the window you try to distract yourself watching the lights as you pass by. As soon as you arrive at his place you go straight to his bedroom with him.

You sit down on his bed and watch as he pulls out his desk chair. He sits across from you and gives you a sad smile.

“I’m sorry I’m acting so weird right now,” you sigh.

“I think we’re both acting weird right now.”

“Okay the whole story with Jin,” you pause taking a deep breath. “After Sam broke my heart after high school I never planned on getting involved with anyone quickly. I’ve known Jin since I was a kid, and I had a crush on him most of my childhood. I fell in love with him while he was still dating Yun. While he was with her when he realized he had feelings for me,” you sigh this story isn’t going to get any easier from here on out.

“We got involved in this weird secret relationship when I was twenty. I’m not proud that he left Yun for me. He never physically cheated on her but emotionally he did. He told me often he wanted to be with me while he was still with her. After awhile he finally left her for me and we were together but nobody other than Jimin knew. I was madly in love with him, but he didn’t feel as strongly for me. I know he cared about me, but he never told me he loved me,” tears start to brim your eyes as you fought back tears. You didn’t want to cry over this situation anymore.

“You don’t have to tell me anymore,” he reached out resting his hands on your thigh.

“I owe you this. The whole time we were together I told myself that it didn’t matter that he didn’t say he loved me, because I knew how much I meant to him. Things were going okay until I missed my period. We had been careless a handful of times and I thought for sure I was going to be a mom. I told Jin and he panicked. He told me his whole life is ahead of him with his parents' company that he couldn’t throw it away for me. His parents would cut him off completely if he had a child out of wedlock,” the tears slowly started sliding down your cheek. You knew you shouldn’t be crying over this anymore.

“We broke up that night. Three days later I got my period, but it didn’t matter. I realized then that I didn’t fit into Jin’s life. He apologized a million times for what happened, and begged me to take him back. How badly I wanted him back I knew I couldn’t. I don’t blame him now though for what happened. I'm trying to move, but he broke my heart.”

Tears slowly slide down your cheek as you look at Jungkook who looks like he is at a complete loss of what to say to you. The only person who knew the whole story of what had happened was Jimin. Namjoon knew you had been together but he didn’t know why it ended, and he only knew that because Jin had told him.

Reaching out he rested his hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb across your cheek brushing away the tears.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m fine now, it’s just there is a part of me that’s always going to care for him. He’s also older now and has control of his own life so part of me just wanted to hear him out. It’s also nice to know that he still cares about me.”

His hand is still on your cheek as he stares into your sad eyes. You wished more than anything he would lean forward and kiss you, but he knew he shouldn’t do that.

“We were all friends with Jin a couple years after that. How did you manage to hang around him?” he asked, needing to know.

“I closed myself off emotionally. I stopped dating all together. I had no desire to have any connection with anyone. I think I was only able to handle it because he seemed just as upset as me. I didn’t have to watch him date or anything. After we broke up he never had another girlfriend while he lived here.”

“I knew you guys had a form of a past but I didn’t know all this,” he says mentally kicking himself. He’s pissed at himself for ever questioning you about Jin.

Leaning forward he presses his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

“I’m sorry you’re having to deal with my emotional baggage,” you sigh.

“I’m glad you felt like you could trust me with this information,” he pauses taking a moment. “YN I need to ask you something.”

Pulling away you look at him, “okay.”

“Are you gonna give him another chance?” He was terrified you were going to say yes. He couldn’t watch you get your heartbroken again.

You shrug, “I don’t know, probably not. I care for him and there is something still there, but I’m still hurt.”

“Okay I don’t want you to get hurt again, if you do I’ll be there for you no matter what,” he says swallowing his pride.

“Thanks JK,” you smile reaching up, pushing away your tears. “Can we please go back to being friends. I hate not being able to text you.”

He nods his head, “yea.”

You spend the rest of the evening laying in Jungkook’s bed watching movies. You don’t cuddle or anything like you used to, and you can’t lie you miss it. After midnight Jungkook drives you home and kisses your cheek goodnight. You’re relieved you worked out what was going on, but you knew you had a lot more to talk about as well.

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Mary’s Song: part 16b (3034 words) - Fighting

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Jeon Jungkook wasn’t just your anime-loving, manga-drawing, hair-pulling, ex-neighbour. You hadn’t even spoken to him since he had moved away. But the world worked in funny ways because...

He was probably the reason you were still alive. 

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“And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and fallin' in love

And our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

And said, "Oh, my, my, my””

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**also this is unedited so sorry for mistakes. we all know im the queen of typos as it is...oof

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You’d just finished messaging Coven about what your plans were for tonight, and how you would go about it. However, your nerves were still on high-alert. Jungkook had denied you a few times now, and you knew that if this didn’t persuade him, then you’d be devastated. 

You realized he had his reasons, but you wanted him now. He was making it extremely difficult to continue being friends. There was just a point where you needed to evolve. At least you were sure that you’d go crazy if you had to keep pretending like you hadn’t been head over heels for  this boy since you were six…even with the large speed bump in between your meetings.

You sighed, finally getting up from the bed and deciding to do something. Jungkook was working at the desk in the living room, so you knew you wouldn’t be interrupted by him as you got the room, and yourself, ready. The first thing you did was make the bed tidy up the space, making sure that it was tidy before heading into the bathroom. You locked the door and stared at yourself in the mirror for a white a few minutes. You listened to a full song that Jungkook was drawing to before you took a deep breath and started the shower, getting your razor, shampoo, and body wash. You wanted it to be as perfect as possible; you wanted to look as perfect as possible. The shower that only normally took you a few minutes took longer than usual, and you hoped that he hadn’t realized. You spent extra time brushing your teeth and blowdrying your hair, too. 

Who were you kidding? He didn’t notice anything when he was drawing. 

You were again staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you should’ve put on makeup or not. You decided on makeup (but not an aggressive amount) because you wanted to have the whole experience of the beautiful lingerie that Cherry bought you. You thought it would look incomplete without it. 

Rushing back into the bedroom after you finished getting ready, you only briefly took a peak into the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. He hadn’t moved. Maybe he’d slouched over slightly, but that was it. 

Digging into the back of one of the drawers in the dresser that Jungkook bought for you, you found the box with the present inside. You took it out carefully, pulling it out and taking a good look at it. You wondered if you could even pull it off…if he would even like it. However, before you could back out, Cherry’s voice floated into the back of your mind, telling you that you were beautiful and that he’d love it. It was enough for you to drop the towel and put it on right then and there. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing you’d worn, but it wasn’t too bad. You let your fingers feel the fabric draping down your body and you hummed it approval. It looked exactly like the first time you’d tried it on, if not maybe slightly better after all this mental preparation that you did. 

You hung the towel on your hook before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. Yes, this would have to do. Taking your thousandth deep breath of the day, you made both your hands into fists and whispered, “Fighting!” 

There was a change of plans because you decided that calling him into the room wouldn’t get his attention like you wanted, so you changed tactics. Instead, you tiptoed out to where Jungkook was sitting, trying to be as quiet as you were able. Instead of just walking in front of you, you peeked your head over the side of his shoulder, taking a peak at what he was drawing. It was Honey, not that you figured it would be anything else. She was the main character of his webtoon. Yet, you’d noticed recently her becoming even more realistic…

“You smell nice. Did you have a shower?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the tablet. 

“I got ready…are you busy?” you asked, moving one of your hands around to his front and resting it on his chest. You briefly felt his heartbeat increase, giving you a slight boost of confidence. 

“I’m just drawing,” he answered, but you noticed his pen stop moving as your hand moved down his chest to feel his muscle. “What are you doing?” He added before you could answer. He grabbed your hand from on his chest and pulled you around so he could see you from the front. As soon as you came into view, he froze. 

“What do you think?” You asked, waiting for any sort of reaction from him that wasn’t only his face the was void of emotion. 

“What is that?” He asked, clearing his throat. You noticed his eyes wander around, stopping briefly on your breasts before forcefully moving back to your eyes. 

“Cherry bought this for me for Christmas,” you admitted, taking a small step towards him. He hopped out of his chair so quick that it almost fell over. He was acting as if you touch would set him on fire. 

“Cherry…” he swore, taking a step back again. Licking his lips once, he continued, “But why are you wearing it right now?” 

You cocked your head to the side, pushing some hair behind your shoulder. “What? You don’t like it?”

“No!” He answered a little too quickly. Realizing his betrayal, he added, “But shouldn’t that be saved for when you’re going to do something?”

Now you took another step towards him, grabbing his hand. He didn’t move; it was like he had no idea what to do. “What if I told you I was going to do something?”

“What do you mean?”

“…with you.” You finished, pulling him backwards towards the bedroom you shared. 

“Wait, what exactly is happening right now?” He asked, looking around the apartment like he needed to look at anything else but you. 

“You’re a smart boy, Bun, can’t you figure it out?” You asked, knowing you would eventually succeed when he tightly closed his eyes and threw his head back while still letting you drag him to the bedroom. 

“Honey, I can’t,” he said the dreaded words again, running his free hand through his wild hair. 

“If I hear that one more time,” you warned, pulling him closer to you. 

“What do you want from me?” He asked, eyes still closed.

“D-do you not want to? Don’t lie to me, either. I can tell when you’re lying.”

He opened his eyes and made a face. “That’s what you’re worried about? That I don’t want to? Look at yourself, Honey, of course I want to. This is just so complicated.”

You took his arms and spun him around, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. “It’s really not…just stop thinking so much about what you think I want and do what you want for once.”

He stared up at you with his lips slightly parted. He seemed to be paralyzed for a minute, so you grabbed his hands again and led them to your hips. His eyes snapped to his hands, and he started to move them across the soft material. The material bunched under his palms as his hands move up towards your breasts. You stepped closer to him, making it easier for the both of you until he unexpectedly pulled you down onto his lap. “Is this what you wanted?” He whispered, moving in towards your lips. 

“I want more,” you confidently admitted before kissing him. 

“How much more?” He asked after moment, moving your hips to tell you to grind into him. 

“Do I even need to answer that?” You asked, taking his bottom lip between you teeth playfully. 

He groaned into your mouth, and you smiled in response. 

“Fuck, Honey, you don’t even understand how much I’ve thought about this moment,” he revealed, flipping you over and pushing your back into the bed. “Remind me to thank Cherry unnie next time I see her…This thing is not coming off tonight.” His eyes roamed freely around your body now, and you let your arms fall to your side, allowing him to do whatever he wanted for a minutes. 

His fingers lightly traced from your lips down your chest and between your breasts, lips following closely behind. 

“She knows it’s being put to good use already,” you breathed, trying to remain steady as his hot lips started to press kisses on your hips. 

“She knows what’s going on?” He asked, spreading your legs apart and brushing his nose over the lace underwear. 

“Why do you think Jimin and Tae left in a rush?” You struggled to concentrate as he played with you. “I asked them to leave.”

You squirmed, trying to keep focused. In a second, Jungkook stopped all movements and hovered above you. “What exactly did you say to everyone?”

You bit your lip to try to stop yourself from laughing at his confused expression. But now you wanted some power over him. Before you answered, you pulled at the bottom of his hoodie, trying to tug it over his head. You flipped him over, taking the chance to admire him for once. “I told them that I wanted to have sex with you, so they needed to be out of the house,” you shrugged, watching in delight as his skin got goosebumps from your light touches. 

“You’re naughty,” he groaned.

You leaned back down to his face and whispered huskily, “Have you thought about me when you’re all alone before? In the bed? In the shower?”

You heard him visibly swallow.

“Have you thought about me taking you? Or my tongue stroking you?”

He still couldn’t answer when you dipped your hand between your bodies and into his sweatpants. You watched his facial expression in curiosity when you cupped him, simultaneously palming him and rolling your body into his. 

“Answer me, Bun,” you demanded, wrapping your fingers around him harder as leverage. 

“Holy fuck yes, ok, I do,” he managed, and you loosened your grip slightly. 

You kiss his collarbone and neck before putting your lips against his ear, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! And it’s only you every damn time.” His hands were holding your hips to keep any sort of stability. 

“Because I’ve thought about you before,” you continued, starting to pump him. 

“Y-you have?” He was breathy, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. 

“Sometimes when you’re not home, or when you are, I like to imagine it’s you and not my own hand…” Jungkook’s digits slipped into your panties, pushing them aside as he started rubbing you.

Your lips found his again, and he eagerly pushed his tongue against yours. It was a sweet moment, both of you letting the other do what they wanted, but Jungkook pulled back sooner than you’d hoped when you felt him start to buck his hips into your hand. “You have to stop,” he said before throwing his head back and pulling your hand from out of his pants.

When you finally take a look at his face, you see his flushed cheeks and red lips. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“Oh not at all. I just want this to last to the actual sex part,” he admitted, rolling over to find a condom in a drawer near the bed. You were under him, smiling as he seemed frustrated at not finding the box right away. 

At his distracted state, you let your fingers slip into the waistband of his sweats, guiding them down the curve of his bum and hips…and you did let your fingers linger on the hard muscle for a little longer. 

When he finally acquired the little packet, he pushed himself off you to take his sweats all the way off and put on the condom. You watched in fascination as Jungkook’s was illuminated by the last bits of sunlight, pinks and purples from the sunset giving him a beautiful glow on the already gleaming skin. His hands deftly put on the protection, hands not missing a beat as if he’d had a lot of practice. 

When he finished, you let your eyes linger on his stomach. He really was one of God’s favourites. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to take this off?” You asked, gesturing to the garment that admittedly didn’t actually cover much. 

“It stays on,” his voice was lower than it had been a minute ago. He’d regained his composure. “But these come off.”

His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your waist. 

“Listen, Bun, if I forced you into something that you didn’t want…”

“I’m literally already naked and wearing a condom, and you’re going to ask me that…just shut up,” he laughed, positioning himself between your legs. 

You waited, already having a better time with Jungkook than you had with Nic. When his hand  went around your back, you took him in and grabbed his back to hold him close. 

“My seventeen-year-old would not have believed what’s happening right now,” he admitted, looking down at you. 

You couldn’t focus on any of his words again, trying to adjust to him as quickly as possible. You knew he was uncomfortable as you forced him to stay where he was for a moment longer, but as soon as you told him to move, he obeyed. Slowly, he began his thrusts but sped up soon. You didn’t mind, having gotten a lot out of him earlier.

Jungkook’s hands removed yours from his back and he pushed them down beside your head, linking his fingers with yours. His thrusts were successful in winding you up, knowing that neither of you were going to be able to hold out much longer. 

“Honey, I can’t hold it much longer,” he breathed into your shoulder, teeth gently biting the skin. 

You let yourself go as soon as you heard his voice, not able to effectively breathe or answer him. All you were able to do was breathily moan his name. 

“Fuck, it’s over,” he groaned, thrusting into you a few last times, effectively riding out his own orgasm. 

Jungkook’s face during this most vulnerable moment was a blessing to see. You said it once, and you’d say it again, he was one of God’s favourites. There was simply no way that one man could look so deliciously appetizing at every moment. You were exhausted, but if he asked, you’d go right into a second round…you were in no position to deny him. 

But he didn’t. He immediately fell beside you on the bed, catching his breath. 

“Fighting,” you whispered.

“What?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You stared back at him with equal intensity. 

“Doesn’t matter.”

Jungkook grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face to his. His lips found yours, and he smiled. Three long kisses were placed on your mouth before he asked, “Should we order some food?”

• • • • • •

“When was the last time you had sex with Nic?” Jungkook asked out of the blue, playing with your hair. You were laying together on the couch, and you were comfortable positioned half between his legs, half in front of him. There was a movie playing on the tv and the finished takeout on the coffee table, but you were barely paying attention. 

When you hesitated, he clarified, “I mean enjoyable sex.”

“Maybe eight months…it was too long,” you revealed, hiding your face in his sweater, which you’d gladly changed into afterwards. “So I guess a thank you is appropriate.”

You felt his chest move in laughter. “There’s no need to thank me, Honey. It was good for both of us.”

When it was silent for a minute, you shyly asked, “When was the last time you had sex?” Why were you being shy around him all of a sudden? “Be honest with me, Bun. I know you’ve gotten around.”

“I don’t get around that much, but the weekend before you called me was the last time,” he admitted, shifting so the blanket was covering you better. 

“How many people?”

Jungkook breathed through his nose hard before saying, “Why are you asking questions that you won’t like the answer to?”

“I’m just curious,” you answered, playing with his hand that was around your waist. 

“A lot.” He thought he’d get away with that but you were adamant about knowing for some reason. You knew you shouldn’t have been so curious, but you were…

“Bun…”

“I’ve hooked up with a girl every time I’ve gone out, okay. I don’t know how many I’ve had sex. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you mad? Disappointed? Disgusted?” He huffed, seeming frustrated. 

“I’m not any of those things. I was just curious because Cherry and Yoon told me that you’d never been in a serious relationship.”

“They’re right.”

“Why? You obviously have enough people that find you attractive…”

“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. There may have been someone in the back of my mind that I couldn’t stop thinking about. She’s kind of a pest and asks too many questions, but she’s cute.” He cuddled closer into you, spooning you. His lips were pressed to the back of your neck and you realized that he was done talking. Actually, in only a few moments, his breaths became deeper. 

He’d fallen asleep. 

Had you been on his mind the whole time? Even after he said those mean things to you? You’d managed to repress your feelings for him while you were with Nic, but now that he was gone and Jungkook was your present, you knew that they were deeper than you’d anticipated. When the heated feelings of tonight wore off, and you two talked about what had happened more seriously, you wondered what he was going to say.

Jungkook was your past. Jungkook is your present. Hopefully, Jungkook would be your future. 

[glassydear]

Receptionist Lady Love (jjk) Ch. 2

➛ Starting your new job as the receptionist at BigHit, you were determined to become friends with your coworkers. You certainly weren’t expecting to make Jeon Jungkook, the Head of Sales, avoid you at all costs.

pairing: Jungkook / Reader

genre: fluff, humor, office au, worker!bangtan, correspondence story

wordcount: 3,469

rating: PG

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From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:04 pm]

Hi Hoseok-sunbae! I was just wondering whether you would be able to help me out a bit. You guys have been so nice to me and I want to make sure that I do my job properly so that it isn’t an inconvenience for any of you. Which brings me to my problem of sorts. Not that it’s a problem because it’s not at all a problem but there’s this man who photocopies his own paperwork by himself and I was wondering who it was. I know that there are seven people in this branch, not including me, and I’ve only met six so I’m just a little curious. Sorry if this is a bother.

Thank you,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:08 pm]

(F/n)-ah! It’s no problem at all. I glad you told me. Would this individual happen to have brown hair and a bunny smile? Does he have a lot of muscles? Does he poke his tongue around in his cheek when he’s jealous? Is he shy? If so, that’s Jeon Jungkook. The guy I told you wanted to have lunch with you.

P.S. Don't be so formal, (f/n)-ah! You're part of the family already :)

Kind regards,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:10 pm]

Is that really him? Wow. He really is like a bunny. When he’s waiting for his copies, he’s all twitchy like he’d run away if something moved suddenly. It’s cute endearing. By the way, do you think he’s avoiding me? He always has a meeting or a call around lunchtime.

With gratitude,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:12 pm]

It could be but I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ll talk to him soon, I promise. :)

Warm wishes,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Coworkers Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:13 pm]

I hope so. :’)

Thank you again,

(F/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:28 pm]

Jungkookie-ah~

I heard that you haven’t done anything about that crush that you have on you-know-who.

Fond regards,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> Subject: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:31 pm]

You heard wrong. I am doing something. I’m ignoring it. This is a place of business and I’m an adult at work. Also, are you five? What’s with the ‘you-know-who’?

P.S. Stop with the ‘Jungkookie’. I am a man, goshdarnit.

Busy adulting,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:35 pm]

It’s because you never know whether HR is monitoring your emails plus, who knows what the receptionist can do to spy on people. Side note, if you’re a man then why say goshdarnit?  Another thing, you’ve started coming an hour before work starts just so that you can be the first in the building and hide in your office without her seeing you.

Warmly,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:38 pm]

Do you really think that Yoongi-hyung would bother monitoring our emails? I did ask him though and he glared at me so we’re in the clear. The answer to the side note: I am a man and I say goshdarnit. Deal with it. No, not really. I’m afraid that Jin-hyung is monitoring my emails for swear words. Anyway, stop stalking me, you creep.

Best,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Park Jimin <park.jimin@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: You-know-who Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:41 pm]

Yah what have I done to deserve this disrespect? >.>

Also, if you don’t want her, can I have her?

Your hyung,

Jimin

Senior Sales Representative 322-4177

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:16 pm]

Kook, why have you not talked to her yet?! Or gone on the lunch date that I graciously set up for you!

Impatiently yours,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:23 pm]

Jin-hyung told me to do my own copies and I’ve been in a ton of meetings and sales calls lately so I haven’t had the time. I just got back from one right now, actually.

Professionally,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:34 pm]

So you're free right now?

Curious,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:36 pm]

Sure. Why? Up for some Overwatch or something?

Bored,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:37 pm]

Nah. I want lunch though. Meet me in the break room in five?

Your hungry hungry hyung,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: (F/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [1:39 pm]

Hyung...the cringe is real. Please stop.

Also, sure. Sounds good. I'll meet you there.

Your cringing cringing dongsaeng,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:14 pm]

BigHit‘s Bulletproof Boys Instant Message

Jeon Jungkook: JUNG HOSEOK [2:14 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: I AM GOING TO KILL YOU [2:14 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: HE LOCKED ME INTO THE BREAK ROOM WITH (F/N) FOR MY ENTIRE LUNCH BREAK [2:14 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Oh my sweet, stupid Jungkookie… [2:15 pm]

Jung Hoseok: This is so great. I've been enjoying these past thirty minutes or so [2:15 pm]

Park Jimin: Me too :3 [2:16 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Me three that was so much FUN (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ [2:16 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: You two are fired. Clean up your desks [2:16 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Now now, oh stupid one. Don't be so quick to lay the blame when it was you who didn't see through Hoseok’s very very obvious intentions [2:17 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Honestly I thought you were smarter than that...now a little afraid that I made the wrong choice for the head of sales... [2:17 pm]

Park Jimin: I nominate me (╯✧▽✧)╯[2:18 pm]

Kim Taehyung: ME ME ME I CALL IT!! [2:18 pm]

Park Jimin: Suck it I called it first :P [2:19 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Fite me bish [2:19 pm]

Park Jimin: Bring it >> [2:19 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Gonna get your butt whooped, short face >:( [2:20 pm]

Park Jimin: Little kinky for right now isn’t it? Flattered but not into that :( [2:20 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Woah guys let’s keep that in the bedroom [2:21 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Yeah there's a baby bun reading these [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: I'm gonna kick all of your assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:21 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Assets [2:22 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: DANN IT ALL TO HELP WHAT THE DUCK [2:22 pm]

Kim Taehyung: AHAHAHAHA WHAT A BABY HE CAN’T EVEN SWEAR [2:22 pm]

Park Jimin: Don’t worry, cutie patootie lil bunny baby. (F/n) will probably think that your naive lil butt is cute [2:23 pm]

Kim Taehyung: What butt tho??? Find it for me on a map bb [2:23 pm]

Park Jimin: Hey hey my butt should be the only one you see ;)) [2:23 pm]

Kim Seokjin: You’re disgusting [2:24 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Don’t you realize that my baby boy is trying to go out with (y/n) and doesn’t need your homosexuality to mess with his tiny brain [2:24 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Well if all goes well he's gonna be (f/n)’s baby boy, not yours [2:24 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Ayy true true [2:24 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Wow have you two actually started going out? Congrats guys [2:25 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Don’t be delusional. It’s just part of our appeal to the ladies ;)) [2:25 pm]

Park Jimin: Yeah we’re [2:25 pm]

Park Jimin:  We’re… [2:26 pm]

Park Jimin:  What’s the word again? [2:26 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Homo [2:26 pm]

Park Jimin: No no that’s not it [2:27 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Oh so the other one [2:27 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Wow you’re so close. Almost there [2:28 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s what she said [2:28 pm]

Park Jimin: He- [2:29 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Omg yesss that makes sense ‘cause we’re guys [2:29 pm]

Park Jimin: Right?! [2:29 pm]

Park Jimin: Ok sooo [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: Het- [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: Heter- [2:30 pm]

Park Jimin: No that can’t be it [2:30 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Actually I think that’s it [2:31 pm]

Park Jimin: Wowwww ok then yeah we’re totally heter [2:31 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Come on just a little more. You can do it [2:32 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s what she said [2:32 pm]

Kim Seokjin: You ho [2:32 pm]

Jung Hoseok: That’s mah name ╮(︶▽︶)╭ [2:33 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetera [2:33 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Nah bro. We’re dudes so that’s gotta be an o [2:34 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetero?? [2:34 pm]

Park Jimin: Hetero [2:34 pm]

Kim Taehyung: Hetero!!!!!! :)))))) [2:35 pm]

Park Jimin: Does this mean that hetero females are actually shetero [2:35 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Oh hi is this the group of friends that locked me in the break room with (Y/n)? [2:36 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: They’re supposed to be listening to me complain and threaten them and then I’m supposed to kick their sorry assets [2:36 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: But they seem to have gotten distracted with their own STUPID IDIOCY [2:37 pm]

Min Yoongi: Wow the little kid has learned some big words [2:37 pm]

Kim Namjoon: I would say you’re welcome but idiocy isn’t exactly a big word so... [2:38 pm]

Min Yoongi: I have access to your emails [2:38 pm]

Kim Namjoon: It’s a very big word. You’re welcome, Kookie, by the way, for teaching you that [2:39 pm]

Kim Taehyung: I bet Kookie is all tongue pokey in his cheek right now kkk [2:39 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Go check [2:39 pm]

Kim Taehyung: But I’m the one who made faces at him through the window after Hobi locked him in [2:40 pm]

Kim Seokjin: That sounds like a you problem and not a me problem [2:40 pm]

Park Jimin: Don’t worry bb I’ll go see ;3 [2:40 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: OH YEAH JUST COME SEE ME IN MY OFFICE IT’S ALL GONNA BE OKAY I TOTALLY FORGIVE YOU [2:40 pm]

Park Jimin: Oops sorry bb it’s not happening. I choose life [2:41 pm]

Kim Namjoon: What will you give me if I go check and he’s not doing the thingy [2:41 pm]

Kim Taehyung: I’ll make Jimin stop taping pictures of your face on your condoms [2:41 pm]

Park Jimin: Wha? I don’t do that [2:41 pm]

Jung Hoseok: And here we see a mochi betrayed and forsaken by his own kind [2:42 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Ah nature...the circle of life is cruel...how sad [2:42 pm]

Jeon Jungkook: Justice >:)) [2:42 pm]

Kim Namjoon: YOU [2:43 pm]

Kim Namjoon: I will deal with you later [2:43 pm]

Min Yoongi: He’s not doing the thing [2:43 pm]

Kim Namjoon: Damn it hyung I was getting to that [2:43 pm]

Min Yoongi: You’re spamming and I don’t appreciate it. [2:44 pm]

Min Yoongi: Also, kid, don’t rush. It never ends well  [2:44 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Awww that’s so sweet [2:44 pm]

Jung Hoseok: Awh grandpa Yoongs is so cute [2:44 pm]

Kim Seokjin: Someone change his name in the company registry to Cute Grandpa Yoongs [2:45 pm]

Kim Taehyung: On it [2:45 pm]

Min Yoongi: I will have your head [2:45 pm]

Chat no longer available at this time

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:51 pm]

Didja enjoy your lunch with Ms.Thang???

Sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:56 pm]

F you, man.

Not in the mood,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [2:58 pm]

Mean. No, but seriously, did you enjoy lunch?

Yours sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:03 pm]

It was fine? I guess? It was awkward at first. Y’know, because I walked in expecting Hobi-hyung and saw her...and then you slammed the door to the office shut and he slammed the door to the annex shut and you both locked them...and then you both laughed at me while I swore at you and beat at the doors and stuff…

Suddenly embarrassed,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:09 pm]

GOLD. PURE GOLD. SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

I could probably file a report of violence in the workplace based off of all those threats, honestly. Could be the victim of a hate crime…

Plus you probably scared the bajeezus outta the poor girl. No wonder it was awkward. Maybe you do need lessons...should I call a meeting?

Very sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative 322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:22 pm]

Shut your face. That’s never necessary. NEVER.

And yeah, she kept saying that she had no idea what you guys were planning. She was all red and stuttery and yeah...kinda cute. Anyway, when I finally quit yelling at you guys, I grabbed my yogurt and sat down and honestly I was planning on being quiet the entire time.

I think she was too and then she noticed my yogurt and got this funny look on her face and said, “So I know this is weird and there’s no reason for me to know this, but Namjoon brought a yogurt container full of mayonnaise to work and put one of your sticky notes on it.”

How are you supposed to react to that?

I just sat there like an idiot for a good ten seconds before asking her whether it was the yogurt I was holding. Then she said yep and we just sat there with these dumb faces and then we both just started laughing our assets off. Then lunch went by really really well. I’ve learned a lot, hyung. Allow me to list them for you.

She plays Overwatch

Did you know this? You haven’t been playing with her, right? Don’t. Not without me. ‘Cause I like to play. That’s all.

She likes Iron Man the best

Or maybe Spiderman but I can forgive this

When she gets really bored, she throws paper clips into Jin’s coffee cup

Not entirely sure whether he knows it’s her or not so don’t tell

Okay so maybe I didn't learn that much but dude she's smart and pretty and all that good stuff so I CALL DIBS. I CALL IT. NO TOUCHY TOUCHY. NONE.

P.S. How many times are you going to reuse sincerely? Not very creative or sincere.

Creatively and without repetition,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Receptionist Lady Love

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [3:38 pm]

Awh little Jungkookie is all grown up and whipped for a girl he’s talked to once in his entire life. So proud. Can't help it if she falls for me though. ;)

P.S. Shut up. I hate these stupid things. What's the point? There's none. I could literally text you. But just because you're being mean...

Not sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative

322-4178

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:04 pm]

Locking me in a room with him wasn’t cool, Hobi.

Disappointed,

(Y/n)

Receptionist 322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:10 pm]

Oh, please. You loved it so I’ll save you the ‘thank you’ and go straight to the ‘you’re welcome’. You’re welcome.

With pleasure,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:17 pm]

Freak you.

Anyway...so we were talking over lunch and I found out that he plays Overwatch. He’s such a  weeb, it’s adorable. BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I was just wondering whether you would ask him to play with us tomorrow?

Doesn’t even care,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:25 pm]

That’s cute but it’s a no from me. This oppa doesn’t play ;)))

No, but seriously. Just ask him yourself. I’m sure he’d love to play with you ;D

Wink wonk,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> To: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:29 pm]

Just wait until I make new friends. Your sorry butt is gonna be all alone, crusty and dusty in the annex.

Besides, what should I say? “Hi, it’s (y/n) from that time earlier today when we got locked in the break room together. Wanna play Overwatch with me tomorrow?” I don’t think so. He doesn’t need to see that awkwardness. No one does. No one. Just ask? Please? I’ll take you out to lunch :)

The epitome of awkwardness,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jung Hoseok <jung.hoseok@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lunch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:34 pm]

How cute. If only you were this cute all the time. But no, you have to be an adult and ask him on your own like a big girl. Just be cool and in control but cute.  Our baby boy loves a caring mommy ;)))

Wonk wink,

Hoseok

Customer Service Representative 322-4183

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Overwatch

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:46 pm]

Tomorrow. 10 a.m. Overwatch. Let’s see what you got, weeb.

Mercy,

(Y/n)

Receptionist

322-4171

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com> Subject: (Y/n) Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:52 pm]

HYUNG!!!!!!!!!!! SHE JUST EMAILED ME ABOUT PLAYING OVERWATCH WITH HER! ASDFGHJKL WHAT DO I SAY?!?!?!?!

Help,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: Kim Taehyung <kim.taehyung@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Re: (Y/n)

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:54 pm]

Just answer her, you dip. Don’t be stupid. Shoot her with that playboy charisma, Mr. Hotshot Golden Boy. And hurry before she leaves! Don’t leave her waiting, douche.

P.S. Did you know that douches are things that clean people’s butts? Joonie told me earlier and I figured I didn’t need to suffer alone so here’s this uselsess piece of scarring knowledge.

Sincerely,

Taehyung

Senior Sales Representative

322-4178

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Overwatch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:57 pm]

Already begging for mercy? Fine. Bring it >:)

McCree,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

From: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com>

To: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com>

Subject: Overwatch

Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:58 pm]

You know, smoking’s bad for your health.

Right beside you,

(Y/n)

From: Jeon Jungkook <jeon.jungkook@bighit.com> To: (L/n) (F/n) <(l/n).(f/n)@bighit.com> Subject: Re: Re: Overwatch Date: Wednesday, 28 February 2018 [4:59 pm]

Well, I have faith you can patch me back up, doc.

Much obliged,

Jungkook

Senior Sales Representative 322-4179

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room for two- jjk(m)

summer in New York has never been so hot.

(m)-mature / 6.5k words / roomate!jungkook / happy reading !

reqs;  jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)  Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He's dominant af

Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.

The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.  

Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.

“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.

“Hi,” you smile, ducking your head in the entryway and moving into the cramped mud room with all of your belongings. The space is neat, smelling like jasmine and curry, with brightly painted wood and tacky decorations on the walls, saying how the home is blessed and that jesus loves everyone.

“I live down here with my husband,” she moves around you and taps on a set of french doors, closed and covered with paisley curtains. You nod in acknowledgment, following her long, bony finger as it points to a set of steep stairs.

“And you’ll live on the top floor, along with four other wonderful youths, you’ll just love them,” she exclaims with flushed cheeks, “go, go, I have an appointment I can’t be late for, but head right on up and introduce yourself, we can talk more tomorrow. At least one of them should be home at this hour...”

You look at your watch, a thin silver hand signaling it was only 5 o’ clock in the afternoon. “Thank you,” you move towards the staircase, watching her gather a large straw hat and slip on a pair of tattered tan loafers, “enjoy your time out.” She flashes a smile.

Then she is whisking away, and you’re left alone with your luggage to trudge up the narrow staircase.

Once you’ve reached the landing, you're standing before a large, white wood door, a loud sound from within causing your fist to stop, just inches before the hard surface. Your fingers loosen, eyes straining as if they have the power to see through the door itself, and ears alert for any sort of echoing sound. “Hoseok!” A woman-like voice calls out. It doesn’t sound like a threat… doesn’t sound like a yell… it sounds like… a moan.

“Hoseok!” The voice is louder this time, disbelief paralyzing you into releasing the grip on your suitcase, hard shell banging the door twice before clanging to the floor. Startled into movement, you hastily pick up your things and stand with wide eyes, the space on the other side of the door suddenly dead silent.

“Who’s there?” A male voice calls.

“Ummm,” you struggle to find something to say, “it’s… it’s the new roommate...” you cough out your name, avoiding eye contact with anything but the floor to avoid the awkward tension of the situation.

“Another one?” You hear a voice from inside, “I thought we were full.”

Abruptly, the door opens to reveal a beautiful, curvy girl tightening a robe around her body. She looks at you quizzically for hardly a second before flashing a smile at someone over your shoulder.

“Hi,” a voice arises from behind you, “I'm Jeon Jungkook, the new roommate.”

You flip around, coming face to face with a gorgeous black haired boy, blessed by milky skin and full pink lips. “I'm sorry,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize, “I thought I was the only one moving in today…”

“She did it again,” the male voice reaches from inside the apartment. Hoseok, you presume, a dark haired, bright eyed boy, comes closely behind the girl in the door with a smirk on his lips. He gives a nod to Jungkook, saying hellos as if they know each other, the awkward feeling growing in the pit of your stomach the longer you stand here.

“A couple months ago, Mrs. Berty down there rented out one room to two people on accident. She swore it was her husband but Berty has a few birdies missing up there,” the girl explains with light humor, leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh,” the boy, Jungkook, and you release in unison.

“She told us about you, obviously because Hobi brought it all along,” she raised her round chin to Jungkook before gazing at you, “but not you.”

You scramble, trying to think of all the possible things that could've gone wrong with this and finding nothing adequate enough to describe how low down on the list of wrongs this felt. “Oh,” your breath shortens, “well I can find something else then don't-”

“No,” Jungkook interrupts, allowing you a sweet smile, “you don't seem too scary, I'd be happy to share the room with you... if you're okay with that…?”

You blank. You'd already paid rent and a deposit, and didn't have anywhere else to go. Besides, a beautiful boy? One room? You were moving on in your head already.

“Thank you so much,” you exhale in relief, Hoseok and the girl moving from way of the door so you and Jungkook can get through the hall with your things.

The girl directs you and him to the end of the hall, jabbing a long finger to the left, “there's your room, and the restroom is just across the way.” And then she has Hoseok by the wrist and is pulling him back through the living room through a door you assume is hers.

The apartment is bright and lit with the sun of a million windows, air conditioners taking up space in every window and blowing loudly in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. The small hallway from the door leads you into an open layout, with a white washed kitchen directly ahead and a living room two small steps down and sunken into a cute, cozy area. It is set with a bright couch, two chairs, a coffee table, and a large TV, fairy lights strung up along the wall.

“It's nice,” Jungkook looks around, getting in front of you to drag his duffel bag and suitcase down the hall at the end of the living area. There is the door for the bathroom, which is wide open, yours, which Jungkook is entering, and another one, closed, and embroidered with a huge Eiffel Tower running in a glittery mess up the center.

“Well,” Jungkook’s voice brings you into your room. Or den is a better way to describe it. The room is dark, blinds drawn, with a good sized bed pushed against the wall furthest from the door, a desk sitting next to the window, and a dresser with a mirror sitting atop it on the wall closest to the entry. Jungkook flips on the light, throwing his belongings on the bed before turning back to you.

“I hope you brought a comforter.” He states, somewhat jokingly.

“I did,” you lick your lips, “though it’s purple.”

He shrugs, a smile in his eyes, turning around and opening his suitcase. You are blinded by white, scrunching your brows at the content of his luggage. “Do you only wear white shirts?”

He laughs softly, fishing out a blue collared one from the bottom and holding it up, “pretty much.”

With a grunt, you lift your things on the bed next to him, the heat from one another moving in the inches between your bodies. “Are you sure it's okay for me to stay with you,” you begin, “there's only one bed and I don't want to be imposing or be a bother?”

“It’s no bother,” he shakes his head repetitively, pulling a stack of pearly shirts out, “I'm rarely here anyway I'm usually at the label.”

“Music label?”

“Yeah,” he seems to grow sheepish, “I’m in this underground band, I sing and dance and write so we are usually practicing around the clock. Hoseok is the main dancer and one of the rappers, that's how we know each other and how I got into this place. There are five others, besides Hobi and me.”

“Oh,” You are unsure of what to respond with, impressed and wandering deeper into the topic, “what is it your band called?”

“BTS,” he purses his lips before turning around and opening a dresser drawer for his tees, “I doubt you've heard of us.”

“I'm afraid I don't really listen to music at all anymore,” you admit, cracking open your own suitcase.

“Anymore…?” He inquires.

“My ex… he was kind of like you, I guess, in a band trying to become a producer. And then he tried so hard he fucked one of his bosses five days a week and tried to lie when he got caught.” The expletive falls from your lips, “sorry,” you awkwardly turn around with a pile of shorts and put them in the bottom drawer.  

“I'm sorry,” he says, and it sounds so sincere you turn back to him, finding his eyes on you.

With a blush, you pretend to organize the drawer so you don't have to look at him, “it's okay, not your fault.”

It's silent. And you begin to internally hate yourself for dropping the cheating bomb so early on. Now he would never want to be friends with you, let alone share a room.

“My ex did that too,” he swallows after a moment, “not the lying. She cheated and immediately came clean, but then just left and never came back.”

“She didn't speak to you again?” You ask, incredulous.

“Nope, she admitted she cheated, said she needed to go clear it up with the other guy, and never came back. So I guess she just stayed with him,” he shrugs, the gesture moving muscle in his arms, “now all my band mates joke I’m damaged goods.”

“Hey,” You nudge his shoulder with yours, “we both are.”

The corners of his lips turn up, and you both continue to put your stuff away in silence.

“Newbies!” A voice, different from the female one before, calls the both of you from down the hall in the living room. Jungkook gives you a quizzical look, closing his shirt drawer and padding out the door to investigate.

“I heard you were here!” An excited voice sings, curiosity bringing you out to find a small, dark haired girl standing with a case of alcohol in her hands, “and there you are! Berty did it again.” She introduces herself, revealing she is the one with the glittery Paris door and animatedly squealing about how we’ll be great hall buddies.

“You guys are so cute,” she pouts, before promptly calling the other girl from her room with an invitation, “let’s drink!”

“Oh,” you begin, ready to refuse the cheap beer she slams onto the counter with a flourish when Jungkook bumps your shoulder.

“We could both use a little fun. Let's live a little,” he shrugs, sitting down at the table before passing a smile to the drink carrier that makes your stomach twist a tad.

“I heard the word ‘drinks’?” The girl from earlier shuts her door and ventures across the living room with a smirk, “I’m so in.”

“Where’s Hoseok?” Jungkook asks as Paris girl passes out drinks, one for each of us.

“Sleeping,” her cheshire grin grows, “I wore him out.”

The comment brings Jungkook to open his beer with a fizz and an exaggerated eye roll, taking a huge gulp of the foamy liquid. “Is this a normal Friday thing?” You ask to fill the silence.

“Nope, just a newbie ritual. We play twenty questions and try to get you drunk to see who we are really living with.”

You force a tight lipped smile, you and Jungkook meeting eyes from across the small dining table. His foot taps yours, the uncomfortable grimace fading up into a smile at the tiny, but cute gesture to lighten you up. Shaking your head minutely and opening your drink, you swish back the alcohol with a slight cough. You know it won’t take long to get you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and not longer after that to spill your guts.

Four cans of throat burning beer, eighteen questions, and a lot of things you’d regret later, it’s Jungkook’s turn to ask you something, giggling with the other girls over nothing when suddenly his very serious question hits you.

“What were you hoping for when you moved to New York?” His finger is tracing his can’s rim, long and thin and taking your intoxicated brain to places it shouldn’t be going. You attempt to steady your breathing, which makes the other girls giggle and think for a moment.

“A fresh start, something new, somewhere new, someone new. You know when you have this feeling that if you stay in one place for too long it’ll just swallow you whole? I could basically feel my old life’s teeth chomping down on me, and I desperately needed to get out.”

His expression is one of thought, biting at his lower lip and taking a drink.

“Why did you?” You drool, slamming your elbow down on the table and shoving a finger in his direction. “Because I’m a pretty darn a sure it wasn’t just for your cool band and label.”

“The same reason as you,” Jungkook sets his drink down with a soft thud, “I needed to get out.” He meets your eyes, their glassy reflection the only thing giving away his drunken state of inebriation. You sit back and cross your arms, suddenly upset about the fact he can be so calm and collected while drunk when you were here spouting nonsense and making a fool of yourself.

“I’m tired,” you abruptly push your chair back and stand, trudging embarrassedly to your shared room, barely hearing jungkook say his own good night's over the roaring of your thoughts. You had known him for a day but somehow it felt like more, like you two had perhaps known each other since the beginning of time and space and every single human ever before-

“You okay?” His voice is behind you at the door, shutting the wood with a soft click.

“I’m juuuuust fine,” you keep your back to him, sure your face is pink. But when you try to take a step toward the bed, you sway on your feet, Jungkook’s warm hands catching you before you bump into the dresser. The pressure of his skin is electrifying, even through the sleeves of your shirt, and suddenly you can feel his presence all around around you all too well.

Guiding you to the bed, you plop down with him next to you, his golden face spinning around the room. You know he’s looking at you, and you become frantic trying to distract him from the stupidity of your horrible self control.

“Make a pillow barricade!” You suddenly slur the stupidest thing you could possibly think of just to kill yourself more, pointing at the wall instead of him.

“Why?” Jungkook’s amused voice seems to come from every direction.

“Because I don’t want aaaaanything crazy happening in this lil bed we have here,” you pat the comforter as you continue to word vomit, suddenly feeling gross at the touch of the smooth cotton when actual vomit rises in your throat. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you blurt, staggering out of the room and running into the door frame on the way.

Somehow making it to the toilet before you throw up the contents of your stomach, you turn on the shower and almost tear your clothes off before jumping in and sighing at the clean water against your skin. “Never again,” you vow, just as you did the last time, hitting your head against the tiled wall, “never will I drink again.”

Feeling better than you did before after you wash your hair and body, you wrap a fluffy orange towel that was neatly folded on the rack above the toilet around your body. You wonder what Jungkook is doing, if maybe he is as naked as you are in the room barely three feet across the hall. If maybe he is wondering the same thing about you…

Lifting yourself up on the sink, you momentarily think about how good it would feel to have him bring you to an orgasm, how amazing sex with him would probably be, how amazing he probably looked with nothing on, how he could probably make you scream with one touch-

“Hey, do you have an extra pi-” You freeze as Jungkook’s voice stops in its tracks. You’re sitting on the bathroom counter, towel loosely wrapped around your body as you’re bending over applying lotion to your legs. The towel is hiked up enough for him to see extremely high up your thighs, the skin catching his gaze. Even drunk, how could you forget to lock the damn door?

“I-I just wanted to know if there was an extra pillowcase?” He asks, seeming cool and calm at the sight of you near naked before him. You nod, almost too speechless to say they are in the front pocket of your suitcase before he’s gone again, shutting the door behind him. The breath that was stalled in your throat explodes in a huge gasp, heart pumping a thousand beats a minute.

You could feel the sexual tension in the air the moment he saw you, maybe even in the second before you realized he was there, and it has every nerve in your body vibrating with lust and desire. How were you going to be able to sleep in the same bed as him after he nearly walked in on you naked?

Going as slow as possible, you stand in front of the bathroom door for a good five minutes after you’re dressed before you get the courage to open it and head back into the room. The two girls are still in the living room, chatting quietly amongst themselves.

“Ten bucks says we are gonna hear some stuff from their room tonight. Did you see the way he was looking at her?”

Blushing immensely, you quicken the pace and hurry into the cover of your shared room. The light is off, and Jungkook’s form is lying with his back to you in bed, a mountain of pillows separating your sides.

“Thanks for the pillowcase,” he mumbles when he feels you settle next to him, headphones stuck into his ears.

You make a noise of ‘you’re welcome’ in return, trying to lay as still as humanly possible beside him in the bed to not stir up anything and make yourself any more known.

“Also sorry about earlier-”

“It’s all good,” you say too quickly as a response, turning your back to him as well, and closing your eyes to avoid the pitch black of the room, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Your ex. Standing right in front of you with something red and gooey in his hands. He is holding it out to you, cocking his head with the glittery eyes you used to know so well.

“It’s your heart,” he says, “I came to give it back to you.”

You suddenly feel the wind blowing through a huge hole in your chest, taking a step forward with hesitation. “Why?” You ask.

“I came to give it back to you,” he repeats, fists clenching around the bleeding mass of muscle in his hand. His lips curl into a smile, his hair singing and catching fire in the corners as his skin blackens and hand disintegrates as you lunge forward in the air, landing on your knees on the ground.

“I said, ‘I came to give it back.’” His voice is behind you, wet hand constricting the breathing from your windpipe. He smells like his old cologne, fingers slippery with your blood, but grip hard along the frail bones of your neck. “I don’t want you anymore.” He says, like he did when he left you and killed you the first time.

You’re choking for air, completely cut off and flailing wildly to try and get some oxygen to your lungs. But he won’t let you, he keeps choking you, cutting you off from what you need, starving you, stabbing you, murdering you, and suffocating you slowly.

You’re pretty sure you’re about to die, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to speak, “I don’t want you anymore. I came to give it back. I don’t want you anymore. No one does-”

Gasping for air, you shoot straight up in bed, irises as wide as possible to let in the light that isn’t there. You can feel the cotton of your comforter, hear the blasting of the air conditioner and suddenly sense Jungkook rising behind you.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s groggy voice asks.

You realize you are crying, wiping your eyes and nodding in the dark before realizing he can’t see you. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just a bad dream.”

“You’re crying,” Jungkook places his hand softly on your arm, “want to talk about it?”

“I just want to be able to move on. I just want him to stop haunting me. Telling me no one wants me.” You blurt,  shaking your head, and almost laughing at how stupid you sound before sighing, ready to hear him discredit your emotions on the alcohol and go back to sleep.

“Someone wants you,” he replies earnestly, sparking a live wire in your soul, “it’s his loss if he doesn’t.”

You remember the girls’ bet from earlier as you feel the chocolate of his eyes observing you softly. “Did you see the way he was looking at her?”

You pause, open your mouth, and close it again, unsure of what to say. “I think I’m still drunk.” You hold your head in your hands, tremors running through your body.

Jungkook continues to rub your arm while whispering, “me too.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to force the vomit and hurt back down your throat, focusing on the feeling of his hand along your flesh. As raw a form of human contact as you had gotten so far. The weirdness from earlier is gone, replaced by something deeper, more intense.

“Come here,” his raspy voice invites quietly, other hand opening up for a hug.

You lean into him, letting his thick, warm embrace catch your sad, shrinking form. His fingers make patterns along your back, grazing the exposed skin of your shoulders with such soft pressure it brings chills down your spine.

           He takes one of the headphones from his ear and puts it into yours, slow, sweet music filling your ears. It sounds beautiful, sad, yet so comforting… like him. It had been so long since the sound of music didn't fill your stomach with churning depression and anxiety, but this, but being with him, made it feel serene.

“It's going to be okay,” he whispers with such sincerity you believe him, crying into his chest silently and wrapping your once stagnant arms around his torso.

“You think I’m pitiful don’t you?” You whimper, dread coloring your tone.

“No,” he responds, “you’re just a good that’s a little damaged. Like me.”

Coming from anyone else it would have sounded like an insult, but falling from his angelic lips it spreads a pool of warm sunshine into your cold, dormant soul.

His white shirt smells clean, like dryer sheets and a hint of a cologne you don't recognize, something soothingly intense. He begins to play with your hair, taking the semi wet strands between his fingers and pushing them behind your ears.

You can feel the alcohol still buzzing through your veins, tears subsiding and sadness moving in place of something else. “I think I'm alright now.” You whisper, pushing from his hug and looking up at him in the dark, headphone string connecting the two of you together.

Moonlight from the open window illuminates his face in a sliver of white, watching him watch you carefully. His eyes don't leave yours as his fingers wander across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, the Cupid's bow of your lips…

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, tipping your chin up as you wordlessly nod yes. Closing your eyes, you can feel the heat of his breath along your face before the pressure of his lips grazes yours. It's a soft kiss, a hard fall, tumbling a million miles an hour through time and space to land straight in the middle of heaven, the gates opening to reveal a beautifully blossoming feeling of unrivaled warmth and happiness.

Without a second thought of hesitation, you lean back in, recapturing his lips in a more forceful way that sways his body back, bed creaking softly under the shift in weight.

Jungkook lets you take him down, going back onto the mountain of pillows you'd drunkenly made him barricade, with you straddling his torso. His lips meld into yours, creeping his hands up under the fabric of your shirt, and pulling at the bare skin. He fingers the shell of your ear slightly before removing the headphone and shoving them somewhere else on the bed, the only sound becoming your bodies becoming one.

Your tongues collide into one wet mass of lust, moaning softly into him and feeling him smile in response. You move your lips downward, tasting him on your tastebuds and wrapping your lips around the supple and soft skin of his neck. You want to mark his angelic skin, cover it in purple tulips and rub the aroused hard on prodding at your thigh from beneath his sweats.

“Can I touch you?” His voice breathes in a silently desperate tone. And although your entire body is throbbing with the need to feel his fingers, his lips, and his length, you resist.

“Not yet.”

The response brings a wildly pleasurable groan from his lips, body arching up into yours. You want to feel in control, but you also want to be controlled, you want to fall into the wonderfully lustrous paradox of this experience and never return. You glide your hands up under the soft cotton of his white tee, one of a million he has, but something about this one is just so… perfect. So sweet and soft and cute...

“I love this shirt…” You say into his ear, kissing the junction between the lobe and his jaw gently before continuing. “But I think I’d like it even better if it was off…”

He takes your friendly suggestion as a command, immediately pulling the stretchy fabric over his head and discarding it somewhere in the darkness beyond. His skin is hot, stomach jerking at your touch along his body and little erotic groans rising from his throat every so often as you paint him with purple love spots. You scoot yourself further down to get more canvas, his very prominent length rubbing right against your clit, underwear drenched and an unexpectedly needy and high pitched moan coming from you in the process of adjustment.

The sound acts as a switch for something inside of Jungkook, because all of a sudden the atmosphere changes and the two of you share a brief moment of life changing silence before two words cause goosebumps to race across every inch of your skin.

“That’s enough,” he growls, restraint snapping in half as Jungkook grips your side and forcefully spins you around so that you’re now in his position, the abrupt loss of all control both terrifying and invigorating.

You scratch your nails down the bare skin of his shoulder blades, moaning softly at the sweet sensation of his thigh parting your legs and his lips making their way to yours ever so slowly. Across your collarbones, up your neck, adjacent to your jaw, hovering past your cheeks while his hands work their magic on your thighs in a tantalizing ascension. He’s driving you crazy, making you wait, slowly and slower and slowest…

And then he is everywhere all at once. Devouring your lips with his own, one hand pushing your panties down your legs, another yanking the tank top down across your midriff, bodies moving, hips colliding, and lust combusting into a pit of fiery absorption that encapsulates the heat of your desperate love. You’re moaning into his mouth as air hits your burning, dripping core, entangling your fingers into his soft hair and holding him against you.

Jungkook breathes your name, almost like a warning, a calm before the storm, nipping his way from your now swollen lips to your breasts, teeth tugging at the sensitive nubs with a tangible smirk at your incredibly responsive body.

“Like an angel…” He sighs, dragging his nails up your thighs in a trail of heightened sensation. He is admiring every inch of you, exploring you, pleasuring himself by pleasuring you.

In a last ditch effort to regain some control over yourself, you try to jerk your hips sideways to meet his fingers, but the action further lights a fire in Jungkook, for he traps your body down with his fingers and tsk’s you like a small child.

“If you want something just ask for it, love,” he whispers hotly against you, eyes flicking to yours in the moonlit room.

“I want you,” your request is rich in the form of distraught, taking your lower lip between your teeth.

“How?” He asks, teasing you.

“In every way.”

“Where?” His mouth is at your waistband.

“Everywhere.”

Humming, Jungkook causes the bed to loudly creak when he settles himself between your legs, spread and shaky and dripping with expectation. His tongue flicks out, muscle meeting nerve in an indescribably unearthly sensation of pleasure, moan violently ripping from your throat and thighs locking around Jungkook’s head.

You can feel him smile, the infuriating state of his disposition causing you to whimper, eyebrows furrowing and lips pouring at how quickly the tables of control were turned on you. Jungkook licks your clit again, little sounds of wet lust filling the air with the increase of his pace. He wraps his gorgeously, impossibly thick lips around the blossomed button, sucking deliciously hard on the bundle of nerves in a way that has you moaning so frequently you can hardly breathe and have to slide a finger into your mouth in order to keep quiet.

“So sweet,” he darkly sings, voice like a siren calling you to the sea.

“Jungkook…” you suck on your finger, imaging it to be something very different from just a finger as Jungkook eats you out like a starving man. He moves the thick muscle between your folds, lapping up every single drop of liquid lust leaking from your tightness.

Using one hand to hold down your thigh in a grip so territorial and tight it turns you on all on it's on and the other to match the rhythm of his tongue on your clit, he continues to use the same taunting tone of voice.

“How would my angel like it if I put a finger in?”

“Mmmm,” is the only thing you feel safe enough to push out, back pushing into the mattress to bring yourself closer to his immeasurable movements.

Without a second more of convincing, he slowly eases a long finger into your incredibly tight and soft and wet opening, an unavoidable ‘fuck’ falling from you in the heat of the moment. He gives you a soft shush, yet obviously very satisfied with the reaction.

The sensitivity of your body lends itself to him, every new inch he reaches and every new place he touches sparking chain reactions that blow up new corners in your mind.

He looks up at you, gazing at the finger between your lips before rising from between your legs and coming back to be above you, the loss of friction on your throbbing clit causing you to whine.

“Let me do that,” he leans down to quiet you, the taste of your own arousal on his lips making his kiss more erotic. Jungkook replaces your finger with his own, watching intently as your mouth puckers and works to suck on him. Your legs are wrapped around his midsection, allowing him to feel your very wet core against his skin.

Keeping your eyes on his and reaching down with your free hands, you untie his sweats and reach past the waistband to find him wonderfully commando beneath the fabric.

“I see you plan ahead,” you grin.

“I like to be prepared for all possibilities,” he takes the time to joke with you, rising to his feet beside the bed and removing his pants.

Releasing a breath, you take him in, from top to bottom, core clenching in desire to feel the large, throbbing, pink cock sprung up against his stomach in the heat of arousal. His torso is lined with abs, body lean yet muscular, and every inch of his body seems to be dipped in milky perfection that you want to devour more with every passing second.

Sitting up in front of him and spreading your legs, you can't get ahold of him fast enough, taking his length into a hand and running your thumb over his tip, leaking with precum.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, to which he nods silently, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape as you touch him.

“Good,” you lean over and swirl your tongue around him, the taste of him on your tongue more intoxicating than the alcohol. “Because I want you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” his teeth are white as a grin appears on his face, opening the top drawer of his dresser to retrieve his wallet, fishing out a condom from the zippered compartment.

You run your left hand along his torso, scraping your nails down his perfect skin in long lines with another on his shaft, pumping him slowly and feeling the white, hot need build and build within your body.

He can hardly seem to get the condom on fast enough before he is pushing you back on the bed and hovering back over you with an exasperated sigh. Jungkook takes a long, heated moment to look at you, to stare, following the lines and dips of your face as they connect to one another. You feel so open, so vulnerable lying there beneath him. So out of control and yet so trusting of him.

Your hand flutters to caress his face, the soft skin of his skin satin against your own flesh. “You are not damaged,” you whisper, watching as his expression seems to change in the dark, “only good.”

His face suddenly floods with emotion, leaning down into your neck to hide his moment of weakness before beginning to push himself inside of you, thickness penetrating the tight walls of your sensitivity.

You moan, waiting for the initial dose of pain to ease so it can melt into pleasure. You're wet enough to make his entry so simple, feeling his heat even through the latex of the condom. You wrap your legs around his midsection, giving you a better angle to derive sensation from, taking note at the care in which Jungkook takes to go slow in the beginning, letting you warm up to him.

After a few steady thrusts, he begins to speed up, your body quickly adjusting to him as your nerves start to pump raw pleasure to your brain. You moan his name, loud, causing him to lean down and swallow the cry with a kiss. His angelic lips devour yours, body and mouth and hearts all aligned in a rhythmic synchronization of lust and infatuation and something deeper that slowly began to take form within you from the moment you heard his voice in the hallway.

“Jungkook…” His movement elicit another cry.

“Yes, baby,” he hums, “what do you want?”

“Harder,” you hiss, “faster.”

Ever the gentleman, he obliges to your wishes, holding your desperate frame still as he begins to pound you into the soft blankets below. You can hardly breathe or see or feel anything other than the raw, acute pleasure he is giving you with every second of intimacy the two of you share. You can feel pressure build up at the base of your spine, arching your back and continuing to leave red scrapes down his otherwise unblemished back for some sort of tether to reality.

His lean body is twitching above you, sending the both of you closer and closer to the orgasm you both crave, closer and closer to finally relieving all of the sexual tension that had transpired since your fated introduction. Everything happens for a reason. And you suppose the reason for this landlord mess up was to bring him in your life so you could move on.

Or at least have some really good sex.

“Are you ready love?” Jungkook breathes into your neck, nipping at the hot skin softly, “let me feel you cum around me.”

Shutting down your thoughts, you completely let go, nearly screaming Jungkook’s name into his mouth as he knowingly covers your lips with his own. He pushes you through your orgasm with an all consuming kiss and intense thrusts that nearly shove you into the next galaxy. He bites your bottom lip, groaning gutturally as he releases into the condom, feeling you milk the last of his erection with your tight velveteen walls before falling limply by your side.

The only sound becomes breathing, and the barely there hint of music still coming from his fallen headphones somewhere beneath the bed. He turns his head to you, catching your lips in one last kiss full of tender appreciation. “Thank you,” you can faintly see his smile, “for that… and for what you said.”

“I meant it,” you reply earnestly, snuggling into his side despite being sweaty.

“I wasn’t sure about you staying before…” His voice is laced with amusement, catching your hand and holding it against his steadily beating heart when you move it to whack his arm, “but now, there’s definitely room for two.”

Give me some feedback I have been working on this one for a long time and it’s my longest fic yet!

~Admin Eggplant

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Mary’s Song: part 20a (2099 words) - I’ll shoot

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Jeon Jungkook wasn’t just your anime-loving, manga-drawing, hair-pulling, ex-neighbour. You hadn’t even spoken to him since he had moved away. But the world worked in funny ways because...

He was probably the reason you were still alive. 

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“And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and fallin' in love

And our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

And said, "Oh, my, my, my””

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i’m not sure when part 2 - unchained will start because i have a bunch of homework this week but i’ll try my best to get something out... 

ALSO PLZ READ - WARNING - bc there is some violence in this. i did try to keep out as much graphic details that i could but it’s essentially what comes of some domestic abuse...so yeah, beware please!!

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Your dream last night made you realize that life might be too good to be true. You relived your day yesterday with Jungkook, convincing yourself that it could be like that every day. Jungkook was amazing, and you only wanted to let yourself trust him fully. It was hard. You knew that he only wanted to help, but you were still skeptical because of Nic. 

Bun was worth it, you convinced yourself. 

However in real life, you also convinced yourself that what you were going to do today would not be scary because you were protecting all the people that you’d grown to love. You didn’t regret running away from Nic, not in the slightest, but you did regret dragging all these amazing people into it. You should have just gone to your father in the first place. 

When you opened your eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the window, you had tears in your eyes. You weren’t sure if they were happy tears or sad tears. Over the past week that Jungkook had officially been sleeping with you, you never got tired or seeing his face when you woke up. His face was peaceful as he slept. You especially liked the way his hair was wild like he’d been through a tornado. 

Taking the opportunity, because it might have been your last, you brought your hand up to his face, palm lightly resting on his cheek. Your thumb lightly traced over his bottom lip as you touched his little mole. A small smile graced your lips when you saw his eyelids start to flutter, his hand coming over yours. You always thought that his eyes were always the most beautiful when the sun’s rays hit them. The scar on his cheek became prominent and you realized that he’d never told you how he got it, and that you had never asked. He blinked slowly, eyes still focusing, before he squinted, trying to get away from the bright rays.

He was finally able to open his eyes when he brought the hand that was on yours to cover the light. It only took him a second to realize the you were crying, if that’s what you wanted to call it. 

He frowned, but you shook your head before he could say anything more. You hadn’t even meant for it to happen, but before you knew it, your lips were on his.  You lingered for a few seconds, not knowing if you wanted to continue or pull away. 

In the end, you decided to pull away, looking at his face for any kind of reaction. You weren’t sure why you had kissed him—did you like him or was it simply because there was a chance you’d never see him again after today?

“What was that for?” He asked, hand falling to your cheek. 

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. However, it was his turn to stop you from answering. “You know what, it doesn’t matter…jus—just a little but more,” he whispered, kissing you again. He was so warm, and you felt yourself melt into him to be closer to it. You remembered your old feelings for him, and wondered how you would have felt if you were fifteen again. This wasn’t the first time you and Jungkook had kissed, but you knew that he didn’t remember it. 

He was drunk and kissed you the night before he left for the city. You remembered it clearly because you’d wanted it to happen for years, and you were mad about it for a long time. But you hadn’t thought about it for years, until right now. 

You let Jungkook’s arms wrap around you and bring you closer to him. Maybe both of you had gotten better at kissing over the years, but you definitely enjoyed this kiss more. He pushed you back into the pillows, a knee slipping between your legs. 

When he kissed you, he was being gentle and playfully sucked your lips. Really, you couldn’t think of a better way to start the day, having long forgotten your tears.

But then there was a knock on the door, followed by Taehyung’s voice, “Jungkook, don’t forget your haircut in an hour…” It was a bummer, as it interrupted the moment, but it brought you back to reality. 

Jungkook pulled back from you, turning his head to the side to yell back at Taehyung, “Ok, thanks…”

“Is Y/N awake?” Tae continued, clearly not wanting to leave them alone.

You cleared your throat and answered, “I am now.”

“Ok, babe, you’ll be okay on your own later? Chim and I are going to the studio because he’s convinced me to make a YouTube video with him!”

“Yep, I’ll be fine,” you easily lied, knowing full well that you weren’t going to be leaving after the three of them left. 

“Perfect, you two! Coffee is in the pot!” The sound of Taehyung’s feet retreating made Jungkook look at you again.

He had a funny look on his face as he looked down at you and smiled. “We’ll talk later. I should get ready,” he whispered, hands still tight around your waist. 

You nodded and looked at him, waiting for him to get off of you. He took a deep breath and finally pushed himself off, immediately walking to the door and leaving the room. Turning your head into the pillow beside you, you screamed. 

What just happened?

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Jungkook got back to the apartment, ready to talk about what happened this morning, but when he unlocked the door, he felt like something was off. Yeontan was gone because Jimin and Tae took him, but your shoes were gone from the door. 

Looking at the closet, he also saw that your jacket was gone. Jungkook walked to his room to see if you was there, but you weren’t there either. 

Taking out his phone, he decided to call you. Maybe after yesterday, you’d decided that you could get out and go for a walk? He heard the ringing of your phone from the kitchen, so he went out again to check. And there it was, your phone on the kitchen table. 

It was then that it clicked that all your things were gone from the bedroom. Running back, he checked the dresser that he had given you, and he was right—everything was gone.

He knew he needed to stay calm, so he sat on the bed and decided to text the group. His hands were shaking as he tried to coherently form his message.

does anyone know where honey is? all her things are gone. 

Jungkook wasn’t prepared for Jin to be the one to answer. He told Jungkook that she sent him, Cherry and Jade an address and said that if she was ever missing, that she would be there. 

tell me the address. and call the police because i’m going there right now.

Yoongi told him not to be hasty and that he couldn’t go alone, but Jungkook wasn’t going to listen. He had a gut feeling that you had gone back to Nic. It had to be why you were crying this morning—he remembered how distracted he’d gotten by you. 

God, after this morning, he thought everything was going to be so different. He hadn’t realized how much he liked you until you came back into his life. Everything from your childhood together came back to him when you first called.

He absolutely had never allowed himself to fall in love with anyone because he was still hung up, and probably, waiting for you to come back at claim what was yours. 

But now, as he ran down the street, trying to find a cab, he couldn’t believe that you’d left him to go back to Nic. 

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The address turned out to be at a plain apartment building. He checked out the number again to make sure he was at the right place before dashing up the stairs to the correct room. Instead of knocking, because that would be stupid, he decided to check to see if the door was unlocked.

It was. 

So, as quietly as possible he slipped inside, taking caution to tiptoe and keep his eyes and ears peeled. He heard a voice coming from a room down the hall, and he paused, trying to hear what was being said. 

“You were late coming here today, Y/N. I would have let it slide, but I know what you got up to yesterday,” the voice was menacing, dripping with a sort of controlling possession. 

A reply simply came in quiet, moan-like sounds from the person he was talking to. 

“But!” The man’s voice continued, sounding slightly more optimistic, “after tonight, I’ll forget about everything, and we can go back to being the Nic and Y/N that everyone know and love. We were always so good together…”

Jungkook couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped into the room to see what was going on. The only thing that he was able to focus on was you on the bed, there was a gash on your head and you were looking at Nic with extremely hooded eyes. Basically, you looked drugged and beaten up. 

And he was not okay it. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook finally spoke, making Nic turn around. You barely moved. 

When Jungkook finally got a good look at Nic, he was surprised to see him smile. “Ah, you look exactly like the guy from the internet.”

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” Jungkook challenged, fists clenching with every word. Just  seeing Nic’s face was making him mad. Of course, he was trying to buy some time for the policemen to get there, but he felt himself slowly getting more mad by the second. Your figure was still on his mind. You were helpless right now, and it was all because he had gone to get a haircut. 

“It doesn’t really matter, now does it? My girlfriend is back with me, and sh—”

Jungkook couldn’t handle it any longer. He didn’t even realize it, but his first made contact with Nic’s face before the sick bastard could even finish his sentence. But Jungkook wasn’t stupid; he knew that Nic could take a punch. Hell, he was trained for it.

However, what Jungkook didn’t expect was for Nic to pull out a gun when Jungkook tried to hit him a second time. 

The gun was surprisingly pointed at you instead of Jungkook. His breath hitched when Nic spoke again, “You touch me again, and I’ll shoot.”

When Jungkook simply stood there, figuring out how he could grab the gun, he realized he should have paid more attention to anything that could have showed him how to protect himself and others. 

Nic continued talking, “But I think you really do need to tell me, how was it that you were able to draw a character that looked exactly like Y/N?”

If he would have just let Jungkook speak earlier, it would have been fine. 

But neither of the two were able to say any more because the policemen finally showed up. They each pointed their own guns at Nic, and he faltered a little. It was enough for Jungkook to leap forward and grab the barrel of the gun. No after what happened, Nic wouldn’t be able to shoot then. 

What happened next with Nic was a blur to Jungkook because he just went to you. You were completely unconscious at this point, and now that he was closer to you, he saw more of what Nic did. The gash on your forehead bled down into your eye and down your temple. There was a cut on your lip, maybe from getting hit. Bruises were present on your neck and arms (and probably other places he wouldn’t be able to see). Lastly, your clothes—he didn’t even want to think about why there were some rips. 

He collapsed onto the bed beside you and tried his hardest to hold his tears back. “Honey, please wake up,” he sobbed, tears filling his eyes. He literally didn’t want to touch. You already seemed so vulnerable in this situation, and he wouldn’t do anything to injure you even more. 

The only thing he wanted to do when he saw the EMT come in and take you was to call Yoongi and cry to him, but just didn’t have the time because he had to tell his whole side of the story. And there was no way he wasn’t staying by your side as they took you to the hospital.