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jellyj777 · 2 days ago

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MÁGOA | #02

MÁGOA / Book / CH02,TermsAndConditions

-> pairing: JungkookxReader (angst/smut)

-> tropes:: Age gap (older female),Slow burn, DomxSub, Brother's bestfriend, FWB, Uniboy!Jk, CEO!Reader

-> synopsis:: — "Yeah?" "Yeah." There goes another both of yours conversation.

-> warnings:: —Explicit language, Dirty talk, Sexual content ahead which would most likely include BDSM, Rough sex and much more. —Both the characters will have their backstories and traumas over why they're acting the way they act at the current moment. (No hate towards any character please)

-> Words: 2.6k+

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It's been a while since you visited your family—any member of your family, to be honest. You haven't seen your brother in over six months. You used to share texts and TikToks all the time.

Hwan's been living his best university life, all thanks to your hard-earned money—and you'd never complain about it. Whenever he needs money, you send it over without hesitation. It's actually healing, watching your younger sibling enjoy life without worries. And what makes it even more beautiful is knowing you're the one spoiling your baby brother.

It's not like you have anything against your family. No matter how different your childhood was from Hwan's, you were the oldest—it was your parents' first time being parents too. You understand that. Truly.

"Who is it?" you call out playfully from the other side of the door, peeking through the peephole. "Is it the best sister's brother?"

"Yeah, open the door, please," Hwan replies hurriedly, leaning on the door. He sounds embarrassed—probably someone's watching him in the hallway.

You open the door, which makes him flinch slightly and lose his balance. He gives you a sheepish smile and pulls you into a hug. You groan but hug him back before he steps in and kicks his shoes to the side.

"Where's Baby?" he asks, settling into your fancy living room. You've got your own lifestyle now—one you can afford, and you're not shy about spending money on the things you love.

"He's at daycare, learning new tricks I couldn't teach him, to be honest," you mutter, joining him on the couch as he turns on the TV. Baby is your dog—a cream-colored Chow Chow and the literal third member of the family. Everyone adores him more than they adore people.

"Yeah?" Hwan says, distracted while flipping through channels. Then he turns to you with a grin. "How's my boss been doing?"

You roll your eyes and slump further into the couch. You haven't told him about the breakup with Minju, and you're not planning to. "Same old. Work and more work," you reply, handing over the chips he'd begged you for on call.

"You gotta have some fun, y'know?" he says mid-chew. Well, no shit. "You and Hyung fighting or something? You removed your pictures with him."

"Did you come here for some drama?"

"No?" he blinks. "I'm just worried. You've never removed pictures with him before."

"Instagram is a kids' app. I just felt like clearing it up," you dodge. "I use it 'cause of my friends, that's all."

"Un?"

You hum, your face blank, unreadable.

"What?"

"You guys broke up?" he asks. "I called him earlier this week—since you weren't answering."

Well, yeah. You were at a club drowning the breakup in shots. "Why'd you call Ju? I told you not to call him unnecessarily."

"It wasn't unnecessary. It was evening, you weren't picking up," he says flatly. "It's not like I was bothering him. He's been dating you for what, three years? And now you guys break up just like that? That's crazy."

"He wanted a break. It's been, like, two weeks, I guess," you say casually. It humbles him. He knows you were in love. He's never seen his sister act all lovey-dovey before.

"Don't bullshit me," he pleads, setting the remote down. "No reason?"

"No reason," you lie. "Focus on your studies. Stop interfering in my life, for God's sake." It comes out harsher than intended.

Hwan stares at you, then clicks his tongue. "I'm just worried," he repeats. "But you know what? Fine. I won't interfere in your life again. My bad for actually caring about my sister."

You hum in response, guilt gnawing at you. You know you hurt him. He just wanted to help—but you're not in the headspace to accept that. You don't want to burden him.

"Mom was asking if you'll come home for Chuseok," he says, shifting the subject, knowing you won't talk about it.

"Maybe," you murmur with a shrug. "I'll see."

"C'mon, you didn't come last year either."

"I was busy." Or you just weren't in the mood to deal with the whole extended family.

"Come this year, yeah?" Hwan looks at you with puppy eyes. "Mom misses you. You're always busy, Un."

Un. The nickname he made up when he was a baby and couldn't pronounce your name properly. It stuck around for a long time. He never calls you "Unnie" or anything formal. You once told him it made you feel old. But if he calls you by your actual name? He knows that's a death wish.

"I'll come this year."

He smiles, hearing your reluctant sigh. "Perfect. I'll let Mom know."

You give him a thumbs-up, unable to hide a small smile at his excitement. "How's your uni?"

"Oh! Speaking of uni��" He perks up suddenly. "I've got a friend who needs a place to stay during the holiday week."

"And?" You're already uninterested. "No. I'm not letting one of your friends crash here again, Hwan." You shake your head firmly.

Last time that happened, his friend invited his girlfriend over and had sex in your bedroom.

Sex. Strangers. Your bedroom. You still can't think about it without cringing. You called a deep-cleaning service the next day. Hwan's never been more embarrassed in his life. But you didn't blame him. You knew it wasn't really his fault but youwere so pissed.

"I know what you're thinking, Un. But this time he's different—"

"No." You cut him off. No way you're risking that again. "I can just book him a hotel nearby, I can cover the expenses but there's no way I'm letting that bullshit happen again.”

He whines like a baby, "You think he'll take then? He's not asking for charity, Un."

You shrug, wanting to say the words 'Ain't my fault.'

"C'mon, hear me out, please." He scoots closer. "He's a close friend. He came for Chuseok with me last year."

Hold up, what? Hwan never lets anyone get that close. He doesn't like flaunting family or wealth around his friends.

"Does he not have a family or something?"

"Rude," he chuckles. "He does. But they're out of town, and he couldn't join because of midterms."

You listen as he plays with your hair—a trick he always uses to soften you up.

"He's doing an internship near downtown, closer to your place. That's why he asked. He's just here for work—nothing else. And I promise he's not like the last guy."

"You promised last time too, and I'm still scared to step into my own room." You remind him.

"No, I didn't promise last time—I just agreed 'cause I wanted to seem cool."

Fair enough. He's a senior now—maybe he's finally grown up a little.

"What's so different about this friend?" you ask, swatting his hand from your hair. You're not falling for his tricks.

"He's my buddy. I post stories with him, Un."

"And I literally don't check stories. I'm not that free."

You mostly used Instagram to check on someone sometimes. You weren't the kind of person to stalk their ex in their free time...Right?

Wrong.

"I know," he sighs. "Just this once, and I know he's not like the other guy. Just let him stay over, I already promised him that my sister can help him."

"Aren't you worried that he would force your sister into something I wouldn't like?" You ask. It's an excuse of course. He would never let you be alone with a guy he didn't trust.

"You think I'll let a guy who I don't trust be alone with you?" He questions back, not wanting to play along on this topic. "I'm ready to beat Hyung up too if you just tell me what is up with both of you."

You scoff. You knew he would actually beat up Minju after knowing the way Minju treated you sometimes. "Shut up, you ain't beating no one." You hit his arm lightly as he just rolls his eyes. "I'll let him stay over, whatever." You grumble, he tries to hide his smile but a small chuckle leaves his lips. He was happy you are finally agreeing.

"I swear you'll never hear my whining as again."

He extends his pinky. You eye it, then sigh and hook yours with his.

"Pinky swear?" you raise an eyebrow. "If anything happens this time, you're dead meat, Hwan."

He chuckles, nodding. "Pinky swear."

He sounded way too sure, and now you're kind of curious about this friend.

You both spent the rest of the evening trash-talking your parents' weird life choices, each with a tub of ice cream in hand, watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

These are the moments you miss the most with Hwan. He's your baby brother—but really, you've always been more like his mom than your actual mom has. Hwan ended up crashing for the weekend—because you promised him shopping the next morning.

"Can't. I'm busy for the winter, Ju." You lie smoothly over the phone, your voice calm, practiced. It wasn't unusual—you and Minju had been on and off for nearly the entire two years of your relationship. This dance of half-truths and full lies had become routine at this point. He lies, you understand. You lie, he understands.

But the truth?

You weren't busy. In fact, Minju had already confirmed that by calling your secretary before he called you. Typical Minju—calculated, always one step ahead. Always knowing how to corner you. Always making sure he's catious around you. Always making his words sound in the right way.

"C'mon, baby," he pleads from the other end of the line, voice soft with just the right amount of urgency. "It's important this time. You need to come for the press. Please, love."

You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes fixed on the glittering skyline from your office window. The city below glows, indifferent to the storm inside your head and the gut wrecking feeling in your chest. You are supposed to be leaving your building by this point but you're here talking with none other your first love. You keep rocking gently in your chair, letting the silence on your end build a sense of false control.

Minju wasn't just a good boyfriend—when he wanted to be. He was an excellent businessman. Cold when needed, charming when useful, ruthless when it came to profit. And nothing brought him more public attention, more clicks and sales, than having you as the face of his latest skincare launch for his company.

"Just this once," you finally murmur. "I'm not doing this again."

He makes a kissing sound through the phone, loud enough to make you roll your eyes. You click your tongue, annoyed but not really angry. He laughs, recognizing your usual dismissiveness.

"Thank you, baby. I knew you'd say yes," he says warmly, the smugness tucked neatly behind the velvet tone of his voice. Of course he knew. Have you ever really said no to him? Never. Will you ever say no to him? Never.

"Mhm, when have I ever said no to you?" You murmur, he chuckles before he coos you when he hears a yawn from your side."

"Baby, you sound tired. Do you want me to come over?" he asks, softer this time—gentler, realizing he might’ve bummed you out too much.

"Can’t today. Had a long meeting and stuff." You reply back, digging through your bag with one hand and holding your phone with the other.

"I bet. Always working hard… I could come over with food and cuddles?" He’s testing the waters now, expecting you to finally admit there’s someone else over. When you don’t reply and he hears the rustling of your things instead, he swears to god he wants to shake some sense into you. "Listen… Hwan texted me. Said his friend is crashing at your place for the weekend?"

You freeze. "Yeah. It’s like last time. I forgot to text you cause… I thought we were on a break?"

He sighs. It’s small, but there. "Right… I get it. Just—maybe next time, give me a heads-up?"

"Ju, don’t make it a big deal. It’s the same way his last friend stayed over." Your tone is exasperated now. You’re trying to be calm, trying not to turn this into a fight tonight.

"I’m just saying. You live alone. And he’s a guy. You know how things look." He laughs, but it doesn’t reach his voice.

You curse under your breath, clutching your purse tighter. The hum of the elevator rolling down grows louder as the floor numbers blink past. "To who? You?" You fire back.

"It makes me uncomfortable—listen, I care about you, okay? Just text me. I’ll be there if he tries anything. He can even stay at my place."

"Ju, he’s not some charity case, and I’m not defending him. I’m just saying nothing’s gonna happen. And even if it did—we’re not even together?" You let out a sigh, finally stepping out of the elevator.

"But you still pick up my calls. We’re still a couple for the media. I just said it was a break. That doesn’t mean you can have other guys over, does it?" His tone feigns innocence, but it’s laced with heat underneath.

You roll your eyes, gripping your phone tighter. "You never gave me a single clear term for this goddamn ‘break.’ One week you vanish and say we’re done, the next you text like nothing happened, calling it a break. Even if I do sleep with someone, it wouldn’t matter. You ignored my texts for days. The only reason you even called was for some work thing."

He stays quiet for a second before speaking, like he's trying not to snap. "So what? Doesn’t that make you feel bad for you?"

You’re already walking to your car, the cold air making your words sharper. "No. What makes me feel bad is you never trying for us. You always ask for time. Space. Breaks. It breaks me down, Ju." Your voice drops, a tired edge taking over now.

There’s a pause again. You can hear him breathing, like he wants to argue but can’t find the words.

"If you can’t be mature enough to figure shit out, another man will come and fill in." You groan, unlocking your car door, the beep loud in the silence.

"I don’t even know what Jeongguk looks like, to begin with, so what’s the point in arguing over a man who means nothing to me?"

He stays silent. You know he’s biting his tongue.

"You know what actually hurts? The man who actually means something asks for breaks like it’s nothing. That’s what fucking hurts. And then acting surprised when I try to move on while you’re still undecided." Your tone calms down just a notch, not wanting to sound mad in public as you open the car door and toss your purse in.

"I’ll call you later. Or text." You say, already half in the car.

You give a soft kiss through the call, then hang up before he can say anything else that’ll ruin your already long day. The moment the call ends, you finally exhale. The tightness in your chest refuses to loosen up—but you take a deep breath anyway, starting the car and pulling away from the curb, leaving your workplace.

—x—

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A/N:

😫 UGH, i wanted to post a longer chapter but i want the character's introduction together be personal and another chapter. i love this story sm like it has a lot talks about traumas and stuff! DONOT hate on anyone, no one is cheating or anything. Everything will be more understandable once the story goes one. Have a lovely day/ night.

Jelly.

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