you're losing me 02 | jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 5k
genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance
rating: 18+
warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook đŸ, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingerig, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! âđŒ, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks
summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.
a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3
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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.
And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance youâre glad to even attend.
Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.
So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.
You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you mightâve redefined last minute-magic.
âYouâre trending on Twitter.â
As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.
âDidnât realise my costume is that cute.â You look down on yourself. Itâs a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeolâs vampire look gained more attention.
âYour outfitâs cute, but everyoneâs talking about what you posted on your Story,â Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.
âOh.â
Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeolâs shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. âEveryoneâs just talking about how hot we look.â
You giggle, swatting his arm.
You didnât expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.
It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.
You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when itâs not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.
âHas your hubby seen it?â Chanyeol asks.
You shrug. âI dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.â But he told you how busy he is today, so youâre not sure if he saw.
âHave you thought about my offer, by the way?â Eunwoo asks.
âWhat offer?â Chanyeol curiously chimes in.
âThe lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.â
Chanyeolâs eyes grow wide. âYou two in a drama? Thatâs insane.â
âIâve never tried acting. Not sure if Iâd be any good,â you confess,
âI feel like youâre good at anything,â Chanyeol assures with a grin.
âIâll think about it.â
They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.
As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists â less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.
The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologistâs building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkookâs lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it mustâve looked like to the public.
You couldnât stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.
~
2 weeks ago
âYou donât need to worry.â Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.
You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. âBut I do worry.â
âLove, if you are potentially-â
âDonât say it!â you cut him off. âHearing the word makes me more anxious.â
You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. âYou said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.â
âYeah, minus the morning sickness.â Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you donât actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance youâd feel guilty, but youâre too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.
âBut the tests you took were negative,â he tries again.
âItâs just plastic. I canât trust it.â
You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkookâs persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.
The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.
âI promise you, whatever the outcome is weâll make the best of it.â
âI donât understand how youâre able to stay calm,â you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.
In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance â tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and youâre out of options to cope with the temperature.
But this is concerning you both and you canât grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.
âEither outcome wonât change anything drastically.â
You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.
âI donât want a baby.â Itâs barely a whisper under your breath. âBut you want one.â Your eyes flutter back to him.
Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years â bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.
You know that Jungkook views it differently. Itâs understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him itâs not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.
Jungkook hesitates. âI do want a baby,â he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. âBut it doesnât matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it â I will support your decision.â Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. âLove, youâre freezing.â He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.
âItâs âcause Iâm scared,â you mumble, leaning back in your seat.
âCome here.â He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. âIt pains me to see you like this.â He wraps the blanket around you tighter. âYou donât wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.â
âJust a few more minutes.â
Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.
Maybe itâs the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe itâs the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe itâs the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.
But something brings tears to your eyes â making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.
âMy love,â Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.
Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.
âIâm not gonna cry.â It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.
âYou know you can when youâre with me.â
You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.
âItâs okay,â he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. âItâs okay to feel this way.â
âDonât like it,â you murmur into his now tears stained skin.
âBut thereâs no point in denying it.â
âThereâs just...so much. All at once.â You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.
âI know, love.â He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. âIâll carry everything you canât, remember?â Itâs a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, âIâll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.â His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. âAs long as we talk â communicate properly, this wonât be difficult.â
âBut we do talk,â you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. âNo?â
âYeah, I know.â He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. âBut I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.â
âI wonât.â
âYouâre ready now?â Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.
âI think so.â
âThereâs nothing to worry.â Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.
~
Jungkook had been right the whole time. You werenât pregnant.
There had been nothing to worry.
Youâre still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you werenât pregnant â typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.
Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.
Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.
âIs that Jeon Jungkook?â A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.
As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.
Jungkookâs presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. Heâs draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, itâs gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.
And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet peopleâs eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.
Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if youâre living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.
âJungkook!â You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.
âHi, love.â He kisses you softly.
You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.
He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. âYouâre already drunk? Whoâs been giving you drinks?â
You deny his question with a dragged out ânoâ. âJust a bit tipsy â if even.â Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks youâve already had, you ask, âWhereâd you get these cute horns from?â Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.
âDonât know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.â
You tilt your head as you ponder. âI donât know of any cheap store close to the company.â
A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkookâs hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.
âYouâre not wearing any panties, are you?â he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what heâs implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.
âYah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!â Chanyeol yells.
Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. âHas Eunwoo not been good enough?â
Eunwoo sends a glare his way. âChanyeolâs just taking everything too seriously.â
Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. âToo good that Iâm also competitive.â
~
When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.
You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.
Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. âYouâve had plenty to drink tonight.â
âI didnât drink that much.â You donât know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you wonât tell him.
Jungkook cocks his head. He doesnât need you to tell him to know.
âGet up.â His palms push your lower back.
âHuh?â You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. âFor what?â
A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. âFor what?â he scoffs.
His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.
âGonna fuck your brainless in my car. Thatâs why.â
His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.
âSomeoneâs got excited,â he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.
âDonât.â Your fingers fly to his wrist. âThere are people.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue. âNow you care about people watching?â
Your lips pull together in a confused pout.
âYou never notice, do you?â He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. Itâs a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.
âNotice what?â Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. âYouâre being confusing, Koo.â
âIâm not being confusing,â he denies.
âYes, you are.â You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. âYou told me you didnât have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.â
Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib â annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.
âI was able to finish off early,â he explains. âThought Iâd join you, âcause you wanted me to.â
âAnd you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.â
âHe can fuck off. I really donât care about him.â His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.
âYouâre such a meanie sometimes.â You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.
âWant me to show you how mean I can be?â He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.
âYou canât be mean to me,â you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. âBeen good today.â
âYouâve been driving me insane tonight.â
âMe? What did I do?â
Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. âAlways so clueless,â he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.
â___!â someone yells your name.
You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.
âIâve been looking for you all night!â She hands you a drink
You look at her through apologetic eyes. âIâm sorry, Iâm leaving already. Iâll see you soon!â
Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.
âOh, no. I told Eunwoo Iâd give him my number,â you remember. âLemme go back.â
But Jungkookâs hand on the small of your back remains firm.
âHeâs not stupid. Heâll find a way to contact your manager.â Jungkook is pissed and youâre not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small âDoesnât need my wifeâs number.â.
âCan you imagine me in a drama?â You giggle as you think about it. âWould you watch it?â You turn your head. âYou donât like watching dramas.â
âOf course, Iâd watch it. Immediately.â
Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.
You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. âCareful, love.â He quickly steadies you.
He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.
âAre there condoms left here?â
You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.
âNothing left,â he replies. âGet in the backseat.â
As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, âDidnât realise how many times weâve fucked in the car.â
You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare â or apparently not so rare â moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkookâs G-Wagon.
Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesnât need you on the front page of every media outlet again. Youâve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.
Jungkook barely uses social media. Youâre the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesnât follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit â you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.
Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.
As hours passed by, his anger didnât simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.
âYou tend to conveniently forget when youâre a needy brat.â
âItâs ÂŽcause Iâm not a brat,â you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. âJust a bit needy sometimes.â
âHmm, just a bit needy?â His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.
You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.
You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.
Jungkookâs hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.
âSo wet already?â he sneers. âAll for me?â
You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.
âAnd so greedy for me.â He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. âSo pretty.â He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. âBabyâs sensitive, huh?â
He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.
âI want you.â You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.
âDid I say you could touch?â His voice drips with condescension.
You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.
âUse your big girl words.â His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. âCâmon,â he urges, growing more impatient.
âNo, you didnât,â you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.
âYou donât get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. âJust lie there and look pretty for me.â He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.
You watch him play with your pussy and youâre unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when heâs all the way in.
âPussyâs so good at taking me.â
A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. âSo good,â you mumble.
Jungkook waits until he knows youâre used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.
Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkookâs head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.
âDonât bite,â you utter between moans.
But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.
âYou think you have a say on anything?â His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.
Itâs almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.
âDonât stop,â you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.
But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.
âWhy would you do that? I was close!â
He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.
âHmm, no idea why I would do that?â he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.
âI havenât done anything,â you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.
Jungkook sniffs a laugh. âCanât recall anything bad you did?â
He picks up on his pace and you canât think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.
âPosting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?â He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. âWanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?â
âNo,â you whine. âDidn't mean it that way. We- we didnât plan on it at all. Just â when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.â Youâre a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.
âI donât fucking care,â he curses. âYou know how people perceive this stuff.â
âYou donât... donât think it was a silly coincidence?â
Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.
âI should find it silly?â A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. âFuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?â
âNo, please,â you fuss desperately. âWanna cum.â
âThen start behaving. Quit being a brat.â
âI am good,â you try to convince him.
Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. âPut on an angel costume and yet youâre such a dirty girl.â
While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.
âWanna be â wanna be good for daddy.â
âYeah?â he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. âThen donât disappoint me.â With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.
Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.
âJungkook,â you utter between little desperate puffs. âWanna cum so bad.â
âOnly when I allow you to.â Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. âCan do that, right? My wifeâs capable of that, hmm?â
Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. âYes, I â I can wait.â
âThatâs my good girl.â He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. âCock so good itâs making you cry, huh?â His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.
The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.
âSlow down, please.â Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkookâs knot is too tight for you to undo it. Youâll cum soon if he continues at this pace.
âNuh-uh.â He denies firmly. âYou can take it. Show me how good you are.â His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. âThatâs it. Look at me â look at me when you cum.â
It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkookâs got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldnât be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldnât properly sit the next day.
Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.
âYou wanna cum so badly, donât you?â
âPlease.â
âWanna cum all over my cock?â His thumb moves faster. âMake a little mess?â
âYes,â you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.
âThen cum for me,â Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.
It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. Youâre body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and youâre so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.
Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.
âDoing so good, love.â The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. âSo good for me.â
And just as youâre about to tell him youâre too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. âCome here.â
Despite being tired from just cumming, youâre hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.
Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. âOpen wide,â he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.
You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.
âGonna cum in your mouth.â Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. âFuck, just like that.â
Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.
âGood girl.â Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. âWasnât too rough, was I?â he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.
âIâm fine. Didnât hurt.â Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.
After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.
âWhoâs texting you at this hour,â you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.
âJust work. I left a bit abruptly.â He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.
Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.
âIâm not done with you yet,â he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. âOnce weâre home, Iâm gonna give your ass the attention it hasnât got yet.â
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Be The Light (Part 1)
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genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ's lore
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OUR WORLD IS PERFECT AS LONG AS THERE ARE NO CRACKS.
FEELINGS ARE A WEAKNESS.
EMOTIONS ARE DISEASE.
WE WANT TO PROTECT YOU ALL.
DO NOT DOUBT US.
DO NOT QUESTION.
ALL OF THIS IS FOR YOU.
Zâs voice booms across the vast expanse of Sector 1. You keep your hood up and head down as you make your way through the streets, your mask hiding your displeasure when you see the blank expressions on the citizensâ faces.
The city itself is a reflection of Zâs ideology. Metal and cement dot the skyline, and each building reaching up to the sky has sharp angles. From a distance, they look like spikes emerging out of the ground, punctuated by the airships that hover close to the tops of the tallest buildings. The city is lifeless and grey, as soulless as the citizens that inhabit it.
You halt in your tracks when you see an Android Guardian in your path ahead and slip into a desolate street, gravel crunching underneath your boots as you take the longer route to the base. Flyers with HALATEEZâs symbols have been pasted haphazardly, and the inaccurate descriptions on each make you laugh. You snatch one meant for Hongjoong from a wall, crumpling it up in your pocket. Youâre sure your eight friends will have a field day when they see it.
Ever since The Movement spread in the other sectors, the hold the government had on the citizens has loosened. But Sector 1 is still under their stronghold. In light of the most recent victory, the government had quadrupled its efforts in a desperate attempt to regain control over the population. That effort included trying to capture the leaders of the rebellion that the government had fondly dubbed HALATEEZ. Youâd taken on the name, using it to spread your cause further.
âAll forms of art are prohibited. Those engaging in art, dance, music, or film will be treated as offenders and will be penalized.â
You roll your eyes at the announcement, âNext, theyâll be telling us to stop breathing. Breathing is a sin. Offenders will be fried with bullets.â
You hear a snicker from behind you and whirl around, your leg stopping mere centimeters away from a hooded person. You canât see his face, but the ring-clad hand that had stopped your incoming kick is familiar.
âWooyoung!â You hiss at the wide-eyed boy whoâs pouting at you, âHow many times have I told you not to sneak up on me? I couldâve broken your nose!â
âI think he has a pain fetish,â Jongho appears out of the shadows, smirking at the older boyâs appalled expression.
âHey,â he whines. âJust because I once said I was attracted to Hongjoong hyung when he was rough with me doesnât mean I have a fetish!â
âWhat are you two doing here?â You ask, talking over Wooyoungâs complaints. They flank your sides as if itâs second nature, and you resume your journey to the dilapidated building youâve called home for the last couple of months.
âWhile surveying the general area, Yeosang saw that Z has stationed more Android Guardians around the route youâd take to come back,â Jongho whispers. âSo we agreed to get you.â
The three of you slip into the shadows when you hear an approaching vehicle, and you hide just in time as the very next moment, a tank ambles past the street. The three of you wait for a few moments before Wooyoung steps out, his hand stretched behind him to signal you to stay hidden just in case. Itâs not until he gives you the green light that you and Jongho join him.
âThey were very eager to get out of the base,â your earpiece crackles to life, and Yeosangâs voice filters in. The amused lilt causes your own lips to curl at the corners.
âYou can stay inside for so long before you get bored,â Jongho shrugs in reply.
âI just dropped by to let you know that the main entrance is close to the new checkpoint. So, take the back street when you get back.â Despite his monotonous tone, you catch the edge of worry in his words. You know he always worries, having lost his family in the new regime. It wasnât until he found his childhood friend Wooyoung and joined The Movement that he regained some of his old snark.
âNoted, Yeo. Thanks for giving us a heads-up,â you murmur, following Jongho as he jumps over the fallen debris of a newly destroyed building and ducks beneath the boulder balanced between the balconies of two skyscrapers.
You breathe a sigh of relief when you spot the camouflaged entrance tucked behind an unassuming barricade. With a quick glance around to ensure no one is watching, you enter the base, closely followed by the two boys.
âHongjoong was right,â you announce when youâre in the private area, catching the attention of the six boys scattered around. Unlike the common area where everyone who is part of The Movement is allowed, this space was only accessible to the nine of you. âItâll take more than just a disturbance to execute the plan in the capital. There are Android Guardians everywhere, and that damned audio keeps playing 24/7.â
âItâs a desperate attempt to regain control,â Yunho smirks from where he had been engaged in a dance battle with San. âThey wonât know what hit them by the time weâre done with the plan.â
âWeâre as prepared as we can be,â Mingi rests his hand on your shoulder, easing some of your worries. But you canât help but fear for everyoneâs safety. This isnât like the other plans, youâre dealing with the heart of the problem, and it wonât be easy. All of you will be in danger this time around.
âNow, now. Why do you look so sad? Youâre our light. As long as you keep shining, weâll all find our way back to you,â Seonghwa walks up to you, ruffling your hair affectionately.
Out of all eight of them, Seonghwa is still the one whose soft edges havenât hardened, even though heâs the one who suffered the most under the Strictland government. His empathy always amazes you, and youâve always felt that heâs the perfect balance to Hongjoongâs hardness. After all, being the Captain, the latter cannot afford to be lenient, not until youâve gained freedom.
âYou promise?â Your voice sounds fragile even to you, causing everyone to soften visibly.
âI promise,â Hongjoong places his palm on the left side of his chest, directly over his heart, and tilts his head at you. His gaze is sincere, but thereâs something else that swims in his caramel eyes, and for the first time since you have known him, you cannot read his gaze. Youâve known him since before Z took over, and Hongjoong took you under his wing once The Movement was in place. Even though Seonghwa is his second-in-command, you command the same level of respect as the Captain.
It isnât long before everyone heads to bed, wanting to be well-rested before the last leg of your plan is executed tomorrow. You, however, stay in the room, gazing out of the crack of the blacked-out window until dusk gives way to the familiar darkness. Sometime later, you hear the door click open once again.
âCanât sleep?â Sanâs voice is quiet, and his footsteps even quieter as he makes his way to the ledge where youâre seated. Quiet as a cat, he settles in front of you, resting his chin over his knees while his arms curl against his legs. The image of your causeâs deadliest assassin curled up like a cat is amusing, to say the least.
âIâll head to bed soon,â you shrug, going back to looking out of the crack. The stars are out now, and maybe, after tomorrow, all of you will be free to relish the beauty of the night sky and everything else that the world has to offer.
âThe darkness isnât so bad, is it? Especially when the stars are out in the night sky. It makes me truly wonder if weâre the only ones out there,â you muse quietly.
âWeâre not,â his voice is filled with so much conviction that it surprises you. You turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he scrambles to explain. âI mean, there are so many stars out there. There must be other worlds as well. And donât forget about Hongjoongâs theory of there being other universes.â
His words bring back images of the two of you sitting on the roof of Hongjoongâs childhood home as you gazed up at the sky with his fatherâs telescope. He had taught you everything about astronomy. On one such night, a few weeks before the world fell into Z and his Android Guardianâs hands, Hongjoong had shared his theory with you.
âI read in one of my fatherâs books about parallel universes.â
âParallel universes?â You echoed, confused as to what he meant.
Hongjoong hummed, âThey are alternative worlds that are similar to ours but also have some fundamental differences. In some of them, other versions of us exist but lead vastly different lives.â
âSo, like, in another universe, you might be a pirate raging the deadly seas and fighting monsters?â
He barked out a laugh at your words, âA very vivid example, but, yes, something like that.â
âIt sounds like magic,â you mused. âThough magic doesnât exist.â
âIt does.â
You tilted your head in confusion, âWhat do you mean?â
âMagic is what you do to make the outcome you desire to become a reality,â he replied, smiling when a huge grin spread on your face at his words.
Even after the world was turned upside down, Hongjoong hadnât stopped searching for a way to contact other universes. In fact, he doubled his efforts, hoping to find someone out there who would help to overthrow Zâs government.
âI wonder what Iâm doing in another universe,â you wonder as you recall Hongjoongâs words from long ago. Maybe you are gazing at the stars there as well, but maybe youâre happier there. Maybe you live in a world thatâs free of constant surveillance and fear.
âI donât know about that, but Iâm sure you light up the world in all other universes as well,â Sanâs eyes twinkle like the sky above as he gazes at you with a fond smile on his face. âYouâve been our light in this darkness, and I hope that youâll be our light in the future as well.â
âWhy does it seem like youâre saying goodbye?â You narrow your eyes at him, fear rising like a tidal wave within you.
âIâm not saying goodbye. We promised that we are not going anywhere, didnât we? Weâll see each other in the New World after tomorrow, and then we can finally rest.â His eyes are ablaze as if he truly believes that theyâll come back to you, their light.
But even then, you canât help but feel like youâre missing a very important piece in the puzzle.
âThe Captain has been spotted!â You hear someone shout and hide behind a pillar as scores of Android Guardians run past you. Your heart hammers in your chest in worry before you stop short. The Guardians are going in the wrong direction; the last time you checked, Hongjoong was near the factory to the south of Sector 1 and not in the North, where the main warehouse is.
You take out the smartwatch Yeosang had designed for you and watch the eight dots light up the screen. Seven of them are in the south, at the heart of the government, but one of them is in the North. Your eyes go wide when you see the name against the dot. San.
âNow,â Yeosangâs steely voice sounds through your earpiece, and suddenly the world descends into chaos.
âPeople! Open your eyes for our lives! Keep your mind! Now is the time for freedom if we try! Listen, look, write! OPEN YOUR EYES!â Hongjoongâs voice intercepts Zâs message that is being played on loop. âOne ray of light will be enough, just follow me. It is time.â
Then as if on cue, music starts blaring through the speakers, the familiar bass hammering in time with your heart. The citizens gaze in awe at the flashing screens where The Movementâs message is playing. But you donât pay attention to any of it because right now, you can feel nothing but fury.
You should have known. San and Seonghwaâs cryptic words. The way Mingi and Jongho were unable to meet your eyes at breakfast. Wooyoung and Yeosangâs unnaturally stoic expressions. Yunhoâs silence. Hongjoongâs unreadable gaze. You should have known.
You remember how two weeks ago when the nine of you were in a meeting, and Hongjoong had said it.
âWhat if one of us becomes the decoy, baiting the guardians to go in the wrong direction?â
You had shut down the idea fairly quickly, not wanting to risk any of the boysâ for the cause. But you had never thought they would plan this behind your back. You swallow the bitter taste of betrayal, turning to follow the soldiers when someone grabs your arm and presses you against the wall with their hand covering your mouth.
Hongjoongâs familiar eyes peek from beneath the hood as you try to squirm out of his hold. But heâs stronger than you, always has been, and you would have to hurt him badly to get out of his hold. Despite your anger, you do not want to wound him.
The mere thought of San getting captured and tortured is enough for you to sink into the depths of despair. He may be strong, but no one can win against battalions of Android Guardians. With the Captainâs armband, they wonât stop until they have him. A sob erupts from your lips faster than you can even register the tears spilling from your cheeks onto Hongjoongâs hand.Â
âY/N,â the earpiece clicks to life with Sanâs voice. Heâs breathless, and you can hear the wind rushing past as he runs from those who are chasing him. Your stomach twists in fear as you close your eyes, blocking out everything but his voice, âIâm sorry, but this was the only way. Thereâs a small something for you in your room just in case.â
He omits the âI donât make itâ, but it doesnât take a genius to figure out what he means. The idiot has always been too soft-hearted, always ready to sacrifice himself just to keep everyone safe.
âSan,â you manage to choke out when Hongjoongâs hand slips from its place over your lips. âPlease, donât. Donât do itâ Weâll find another way, just, please. I canâtââ
You hear Sanâs breath hitch at the agony in your voice, âIâm sorry, my light. Iâd do anything to keep you safe, and right now, this is the only thing that will keep them off your tracks. Iâll be okay. Iâm a fast runner. We needed a distraction, and I agreed, donât hold it against them.â
You hear an explosion, and Sanâs gleeful voice tells you that he has destroyed the main warehouse that houses all weapons. But the very next moment, you catch a soft curse, and then thereâs a gunshot and a sharp intake of breath. Fear returns in full force, slamming into you like a tsunami.
âSan?! Whatâs wrong?â You scream into the comm device. âAre you okay? What was that sound?â
âHongjoong hyung will explain everything,â he manages to say between coughs. âListen to him, okay? Remember, be the light.â
âSAN! NO!â
But your voice doesnât go through; someone had cut off the connection, ensuring that they wouldnât trace the comms back to you. The very next moment, you hear alarms and the panicked voices of your comrades.
âRETREAT,â Seonghwaâs voice is firm as he commands everyone. âDonât look back, just go. Weâll regroup later.â
âHyung,â Yeosang is next, and you realize heâs using the private channel to talk to you and Hongjoong. âThe six of us wonât make it out of the building. They knew we would be here. San has been captured. They're after you, you need to take them to a safe place and tell them about Plan B. Stay safe, my light.â
There are a few crackles, and then the device falls silent. Youâve lost signal, and when you see the seven dots on your smartwatch turn red, your legs give way. You crumple onto the gravel, sobs wracking your body even as the world falls into despair around you. You canât seem to care about the fact that if you stay here, youâd be captured too. Whatâs the point of it all when your family has been destroyed by the very forces you are fighting.
Itâs only when Hongjoong kneels before you and brings you into his embrace that the ringing in your ears quietens a bit, allowing you to hear the sounds of the fight raging around you. You hate how much power he has over you, his mere touch grounding you to reality. You want to be angry at him, hit him into the next century. But you canât, and you hate yourself for it. Hongjoong presses something into your hands but stops you from looking at it by keeping your face pressed into the crook of his neck.
âListen to me very carefully,â his tone leaves no space to disobey, so you nod. âWe had an inkling that this would happen, so we made another plan. Iâve been in contact with a group of people from another dimension of sorts, and they agreed to help you out in case something happens to the eight of us. They know the risks, and it took me a lot to convince them to agree to this. In four days, when the moon is full, use the Cromer to bring them here. Trust them. And if you canât trust them, trust my decision to bring them here. I promise everything will be okay. Iâll find my way back to you. If not in this lifetime, then Iâll see you on the other side.â
The next thing you know, Hongjoong is pressing a cloth to your nose, and the sweet smell of chloroform hits you. You struggle fruitlessly against him, your movements slowing down as the chemical takes effect. The last thing you feel before darkness envelops you is a feather-light press of lips on your forehead.
When you come to, youâre engulfed in darkness. Itâs so heavy and all-encompassing that, for a moment, you wonder if you have gone blind. Youâre lying on your back, waiting for your eyes to adjust so you can figure out where you are. A shiver runs down your spine when you notice that you canât hear anything. For the first time since Z has taken over, the world is silent.
It takes all you have to not start hyperventilating then and there. Trying to focus on breathing while thereâs a pounding headache is harder than you had assumed it would be. Through the haze of your senses, you assess the state of your body. Nothing hurts except for the raging headache you have, and you seem to have no injuries. You focus on making sure each of your body parts is in one piece, following the checklist Seonghwa had hammered into you early on in your training.
Seonghwa.
His name brings the memory of what happened to the front of your consciousness, and you find yourself drowning in the realization of how you had ended up here. The gravity of the situation you are in settles onto your shoulders. You sit up, suddenly unable to breathe.
The clutter of something falling is what snaps you back into reality, and you wipe your tears to see what it is. An hourglass lies on its side, glowing an unearthly blue. You blink once, twice, before realizing this is what Hongjoong had pressed into your hands.
The Cromer.
Hands trembling, you reach out to hold it, the device feeling warm in your hands. You know how it works, having come across Hongjoongâs notes in his office. When you questioned him, he had explained to you in detail.Â
âIt works according to the moon phases. During a full moon, the ones who have the Cromer can travel from one dimension to the other. While during a crescent moon, you can deliver messages through dreams.â
You sigh, looking down at your wrist, and see that all eight dots have disappeared. Choking back a sob, you press a button on your smartwatch that bathes you in bright light. Youâre thankful now that Mingi insisted on Yeosang adding a flashlight to these things. Assessing your surroundings now that it isnât dark, you realize Hongjoong brought you to one of the secret hideouts that leads to a tunnel that opens directly into his office. Youâre thankful that he had enough presence of mind even while being hunted down to give you this one last thing. He knew youâd not want to face the members of The Movement tonight.
Our Light,
Weâre sorry that we broke our promise. Weâre sorry that we couldnât make it back to you. For what itâs worth, we hope you know that we tried our best.
We hope our Captain was able to tell you about Plan B and that you will be able to bring them to our universe. Theyâre nice guys, not as nice as us, but theyâll have to do now that we wonât be able to protect you.
Donât be too sad, okay? Donât let this obstacle dim your light. Keep shining. Keep leading The Movement. Keep bringing joy into other peopleâs lives. We believe in you. Weâll be watching over you from the stars. Take care of yourself.
Thank you for bringing all of us together, for giving us love, and for lighting up our world.
Be The Light.
Yours Forever,
HALATEEZ.
1. Eat and sleep on time. Donât skip meals. And stay hydrated, little one. I am sorry I couldnât find my way back to you, and Iâm sorry that I couldnât protect you or the others. Please donât cry, okay? I canât stand your tears. Thank you for giving me a family once again. I love you. âSeonghwa
2. I have never been good with expressing my emotions, but I am always thankful that you were by my side throughout all these years. Thank you for enabling me before and after our world changed and for staying even when I was being difficult. I love you, always have, and always will. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for allowing San to do this. âHongjoong
3. Shortie, thank you for pushing me to dance again. I had been working on a choreography for you. The recording is in one of the memory cards lying around in Hongjoong hyungâs drawer. Watch it when you miss us, okay? And donât you dare shed tears for us; we donât deserve it, not after we broke our promise to you. âYunho
4. Every single day since you found Woo and I, Iâve thanked my stars that you were the one who came across us. Thank you for being kind even when I acted out and was a handful during the first few months. Thank you for not giving up on me. Donât give up now. See that our cause is brought to fruition. Maybe one day weâll meet each other, and you can tell us all about your stories from the New World. âYeosang
5. I think youâve figured out by now that I was saying goodbye last night. And if you are reading this it means I wasnât fast enough of a runner to come back to you. It was my choice to be the decoy. Please forgive us for going behind your back like that. Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so, sorry for the pain I have caused you. Keep shining bright. âSan
6. I donât think Iâve ever truly thanked you for everything you did for me. So, here I am, telling this to you as I write my last words to you. I hope it doesnât come to that, but if it does, just know that Iâm really glad I met you in this life. Thank you. Stay safe, and keep shining. âMingi
7. I wish I couldâve been a part of the New World with you, but unfortunately, that isnât the case anymore. I wonât be there to protect you, so please, take care of yourself. Iâm sorry that we broke our promise to you, but Iâm sure weâll find our way back to you in some form or other. âJongho
8. Pretty sure the othersâ words will make you cry, so here I am to brighten up your day as usual. Thereâs cake in the fridge, please eat it because I took a lot of pains to find fresh ingredients in this place. I canât believe these people live like this. You should teach them how to cook food once you bring Z down. Carry us in your heart always. âWooyoung
A laugh bubbles up in your chest, erupting even as tears trickle down your face. Trust Wooyoung to be the clown even when writing a goodbye letter. You curl up against the sheets on Seonghwaâs bed, grieving for your loss. You allow yourself tonight to break apart, consumed by the grief of losing your family. But tomorrow, when the sun rises, youâll rise with it, once again assuming the role of The Movementâs Light.
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