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FOREVER GRATEFUL | JJK

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader.

SUMMARY: jeon jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you and your sinful needs more than he should, and for that you will forever be grateful.

WC: 5.6k

WARNINGS: age gap, jungkook’s older than reader (although there’s no mention of a specific age), their relationship is not the healthiest but they manage, jk’s line of work is not specified but it is hinted that it’s illegal, small (very small) mention of blood, pet names (doll, princess, pretty girl…), it is hinted —and mentioned, that reader doesn’t have much experience about sex, smut, pwp (porn with plot because I got carried away, but only here and there), restraining, blindfolding, unprotected sex (be better), fingering, light choking, biting, marking, name calling (slut, dumb), jk cumming inside reader, i kinda rushed the end so it’s not that good tbh. 18+ only!

A/N: so… this is my first time writing for the boys since I created my account, I hope this is not as bad as I think it is and that you can enjoy your reading. Lmk what you think and also, english is not my first language so if there’s any grammar/spelling mistakes pls just ignore them <3!

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“Stay still.”

A husky voice rang into your ears, making a feeling as warm as the sun start to spread through your whole body; an electrifying sensation running through your veins, while goosebumps found solace on your skin. His voice has always been your favorite sound. The raspiness and low register adorning the man’s voice often got you weak in the knees, whenever he would whisper to you or call your name. And this time was no different, however, it seemed to have a stronger power over you. As magnetic as the voice of a siren, pulling the unlucky sailors out of the safety of their boats and into the depths of the cold water of the ocean; ready to devour them in such a frenzy that the last thing you could hear from the poor men was the start of a plea that would forever be unfinished.

Regardless of the difference between scenarios, the comparison seemed to be fitting. Jeon Jungkook was often described as magnetic, with the words alluring and charming following not so far behind. It would explain why you were found in such an interesting predicament at the moment.

A chill breeze brushing over your warm, bare skin, snapped you out of your wandering thoughts. The indication was short and simple. Discard your clothes from the very first moment you walk into the room and wait for him in bed. And so, your body, as many times before, was left completely exposed to Junkook’s hungry eyes; moreover, his eagerness to devour you was crystal clear, not daring to hide his fervent desire of having another taste of your sweet body. Watching you like a predator would to its prey.

His hands were tingling with excitement, for the future adventure both of you would go through, in a matter of minutes. Tonight, like many others, was dedicated solely to you, to your enjoyment; for you to, once again, discover a part of yourself that has yet to see the morning sun and yet to taste the deliciousness of the unknown. A new experience, a new journey, a brand new feeling for you to replay over and over again in your head, during those painfully lonely nights, when you could only find calmness in the feather-like touch of your fingers, running through your needy and greedy body.

Jungkook, however, knew exactly what he was doing by making you wait until your breaking point, waiting for a whine to fall from your precious lips, or for your desperate hand to reach out to him, whatever happens first, but in a silent plea for even a sliver of his attention. He had memorized every gesture, every reaction, every movement you would do, and it entertained the man more than it should.

“You’re tense.” Jungkook pointed out, easing the knots in your shoulders with his skillful hands. “What’s gotten you this aggravated, princess?”

It was the mocking tone, the graceful touch, or even his inviting eyes; whatever it was, it served as a decisive factor to push yourself forward and wrap your arms around his empty neck, like a snake would with its prey; hard and firm.

Desperate hands were first, then.

“You.” An answer was uttered, yet there was a lack of reaction from the man in front of you.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Jungkook taunted, acknowledging the power he had over you. “But don’t think I have forgotten the order I gave you.”

It left you confused for a good second, before his strong hands reached out for yours, stripping himself off from your needy touch.

“Stay still.” Jeon ordered once again, smirking once you obeyed.

You knew better than to challenge him, knowing that your safest option was to follow his instructions with no objection, if you wanted to get your awaited reward, that is.

Who would have thought that you’d be so accustomed to this routine. If asked, then give. If given, then be grateful for it.

The older man has improved your sex life in a matter of a few months, introducing your inexperienced self to the wonders of healthy and eccentric intercourse. Jungkook has proven to you many times in the span of a few months that your negative expectations of sex were granted by your poorly skilled sexual partners. Never once experiencing a dull moment since you were left in the dangerous hands of Jeon Jungkook.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful.

Just like a believer would with whatever God sets in their path. Just like a kid would when a gift was left under the Christmas tree. You were grateful. It was easy to be. For it was gratefulness that had been installed within you from the moment yours and Jungkook’s paths have crossed.

Nonetheless, as grateful as you were, the hesitation in the back of your head didn’t seem to want to leave. The more Jungkook gave you, the more you wondered if you deserved it. But it reasoned with you that the true cause for your indecisiveness was the premise under which your relationship with the tattooed man had developed.

They don’t make men like him anymore, it’s what your friend had told you when she first introduced you to him, and it scared you. It frightened you that your only option to survive in such a cruel world was to cling to a man that was yet to explain what his line of work was. But then again, you didn’t want to know.

If Jungkook came back from work, looking unkempt and exhausted it was none of your business. That blood stain has always been on his shirt for all you knew. His sketchy friends have never once disrespected you, and that was enough for the time being. If he has broken the law, you don't need to know.

You would never know.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

That’s a matter in which you could actually participate. In fact, it’s the way you were taught to be for the past few months.

You earn what you’re given, so show manners and be thankful.

Don’t question, just take. A mindset that has gotten you to where you were right now. In the bedroom of, by far, the most dangerous man in all Korea. Yet, not once has your well-being been threatened, and for that you're grateful.

And you're about to show it.

“You deserve it.” Jungkook reminded you before straying away to roam through his drawers.

The anticipation was killing you. Your eager eyes couldn’t see past his bare and muscular back facing you. Jeon thrived on the way your lustful gaze would always settle on his body, hence the lack of a shirt. Only a low waisted pair of jeans, that allowed you to see the hem of his Calvin Klein underwear, were preventing you from seeing his firm thighs.

You enjoyed the view, more than you probably should. How his muscles flexed when he moved, and the way his toned back shone under the dim light of the room.

It was such a delectable sight for your painfully sore eyes.

“You ready?” The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you notice how close he was now.

“Yes.” You answered with light hesitation.

Your major enemy showing up once again: indecisiveness. But that wouldn’t stop you from giving yourself to the man in front of you. Not this time.

“Yes, what?” Jeon insisted. “Don’t forget your manners.”

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” It fell naturally from your lips.

A satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

“Good girl.”

The dark haired man reached out for your wrists, placing a delicate kiss on both of them before tying them with a silky tie of his, and forcing your wandering hands to stay still once and for all.

“Do you trust me?” Jungkook gently asked.

“No, sir, I don’t.”

It was the only correct answer, and both you and Jungkook knew it.

The moment he earned your trust would be the moment he’d have to leave you behind, to fend for yourself and for you to learn how to navigate through the dark corners of your unlucky life.

Trusting him means leaving your guard down, leaving your guard down means being vulnerable, and Jungkook knew better than to be vulnerable, especially in the type of life he lived in. He didn’t want you to make that mistake, and if it meant giving you reasons to doubt him, then so be it.

“Are you gonna do as I say?” Jeon inquired.

“I will.”

“Good.” He leaned down to steal a harsh kiss from you. “You have no idea how bad I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

A slight shiver ran down your spine, knowing too well that his words were far from being an empty promise.

His tattooed hands descended on your bare body, ever so delicate, ever so tender. A stark contrast to what his real intentions were, and it left you craving more of it. Your insatiable desire for being thoroughly worshiped by his lips, his hands, all of him. It was never enough, and it will never be.

Like a stray dog in need of being fed, you needed his touch to be satisfied. Luckily for you, Jungkook was always a man to deliver everything you asked for, even if not verbally.

His eyes, never swerving from your body, took in all the reactions you gave him; from the way your lips formed a perfect o-shape, freeing the most delicious sounds, to how your back arched oh so naturally when his already trained fingers made their way towards the south part of your body. The place where he would get baptized every night, like a strong believer. Ending his thirst with the holy liquid you would suffice him with, not once asking for anything in return, but thankful of his merciful goddess showing appreciation for his dedication.

The only thing is, you weren’t a goddess and he wasn’t a believer. And the whole scenario was way more dirty in reality than what you’d often fantasize.

“Such a pretty doll.” Jungkook brought you back into reality with his husky voice, “Always so responsive.”

His middle finger traveled down to reach your entrance, teasing you with his light touch. Waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to beg. But just like he knew you so well, it was easy for you to tell when he wanted something from you. So rather than give Jungkook what he wanted, you settled for playing a game that would get you in a situation where not even God would help you.

You moved your hips ever so lightly, testing how far you could go without the tattooed man reminding you who’s in charge. Chasing his touch was easy, attaining it was a whole different story. And it was proven to you that tonight the ball was not in your court, when all you got was a chuckle from the man, while he retrieved his hand and leaned down to be face to face with you.

“Have you not learned anything yet, princess?” His dark voice made you tremble in your spot. “Or have you forgotten how things work around here, hm?”

Unwilling to answer, the only response he got from you was a strained whine, yet Jeon could see the desperation in your eyes, the fervent desire to be ruined by him, to be left defenseless and at his complete mercy. Your body wasn’t yours anymore; it stopped being yours the moment he set his eyes on you.

Jeon Jungkook owned you, that much was obvious. And as terrifying as it was, the fact was equally thrilling.

“How badly do you want me?” He tried again, with a question that drove you crazy. “Be good for me and say the words, princess.”

Wasn’t it evident? People often thought that you were too harsh to deal with, too rude, too much to handle. It didn’t offend you, nor did it crack your heart whenever someone would complain about your hot temper and crude attitude. However, at this precise moment, you were giving the man in front of you exactly what he was asking for, albeit not verbally, but your body was working on its own accord. For every light touch, Jeon would get a shiver, squirming, even a plea from your eyes. Any reaction that was in the books, you were already serving it for him.

Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t compliant enough for the older man.

“So bad.” You opted to respond instead, finally giving in. “I need you, I want you. Please, sir.”

It was like music to his ears. Your delightful voice, flying through the room as if it were the sweetest melody. Not even the singing of an angel would achieve the reaction that you were pulling from Jungkook right now. Just listening to you beg for him, that’s all Jeon ever wanted.

“You are being so good and polite, baby.” He praised you. “I’ll give you what you need, but…” The dark haired man drifted off, pulling out a blindfold from the back of his jeans. “I’m afraid we’ll do it my way.”

Terrifying, as looking into the depths of a deserted forest, but it was sinful enough for you to crave it. It was exciting regardless of what the whole ordeal entailed. Therefore, when the tall man approached you, with a silky blindfold resting on his hands, you were ready to follow his orders with no objections.

In a matter of seconds you were deprived of Junkook’s hard features, leaving you with a view of pure darkness, and causing your body to start squirming and moving around due to the anticipation. It was difficult to find calmness in such a stressful moment, but you managed. However, Jeon decided to start toying with you, taking advantage of the fact that you were unaware of your surroundings. And so his fingers commenced a trip down the tender flesh of your neck, rapidly traveling down your collarbones and lightly gracing your nipples, only for later on to pinch both of your buds in a harsh manner, one that ripped a strained gasp out of your mouth.

A sardonic smile took place on his face, however, you couldn’t see it. His free hand traveled up to push your cheeks together, enjoying how plump your lips looked and not being able to resist the urge to bite them.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his teeth sinking in the flesh of your lips, along with the way his fingers were kneading every inch of your body.

“Relax and stay still.” Jeon ordered. “I know you’ll love this.”

His soothing voice was helping you to calm down, but it wasn’t enough. The sensations that were running through your body and the lack of proper touch left you in an unbearable agony. You craved to feel him closer, for his skin touching yours, for his breath mixing with yours while your bodies were intertwined in a passionate race to free both of your souls. What he was giving you wasn’t enough, but then again, when has it been?

A greedy little thing, that’s what Jungkook has always called you. And rightfully so, because you longed for him in ways no one else had done, and it scared him. Jeon was afraid you might be too attached to him, moreover, to your own idea of him. The way you would reach for his hand, almost as second nature, when you were out and about, or how your eyes always gravitated towards his figure whenever he stepped into a room. That terrified him. Because it meant you were addicted to him in the same way he was to you, and that could only mean trouble in the long run.

Tonight, however, was not about his fears and insecurities. Tonight was meant to be for you; to supply you with the utmost pleasure you were able to handle, and even if you couldn’t, Jungkook was willing to give you more than what you asked for. So rather than letting his mind wander to places he wasn’t fond of, the man decided to grant you what you were desperately looking for.

His slender fingers slid into your warm hole, filling you up as best as possible. Moving in ways that would haunt you forever, as a reminder that no one —not even yourself, will be able to touch you and treat you like he could.

“There you go…” He muttered, so close to your ear that made you shiver. “Is that enough for my little slut?”

His husky voice echoed through every corner of the room, pulling a light gasp out of you. It wasn’t strange for you to hear him say such lewd things or call you such unspeakable names, but every single time he did, it awakened a wild sensation within you.

Answering to his question you shook your head no, adamant to get more of him, and desperately wanting to be filled to the brim with something more than his fingers.

“More…” You begged. “Please, more.”

His fingers were avidly moving, pumping in and out of your velvety walls at a steady pace. His touch seemed to be enhanced and it felt much more than any other time. Whether it was because you couldn’t see nor could you touch anything, or because of his skillful movements, you couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, there was no complaint. It felt terribly good.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

Your whiny voice was making Jungkook experience unspeakable things. He was eager to have you, eager to touch you, eager to have a taste of you. But more importantly, so desperate to fuck you. In the same way he awakened a wild side of you with his dark stare, you drove him absolutely crazy with the little noises you made. Furthermore, having you underneath him, moaning his name while squirming in pleasure, and feeling pure bliss due to how good he made you feel, was boosting his ego.

Jeon Jungkook was a man that always strived to be praised, even for the little and insignificant things. So to say he was thrilled and satisfied by the way you were chanting his name like a sinful prayer, along with how your body was responding insanely good to his touch, would be an enormous understatement.

He was on the verge of losing control and claiming you in such an animalistic way, that would leave anyone who happened to be near his room, concerned for your well-being.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” It was a question that didn’t need an answer.

Jungkook was entranced by the way you were reacting to his touch, watching your skin coated in goosebumps and how your legs would try to wrap around his waist to pull him closer, in need of him. It has always amazed him how innocent and clueless you looked and acted on the daily, yet somehow you knew what to do to make him act up, to drive him crazy. It was as if you were just pretending to know nothing just to tease him, just to make him never leave you, but deep down Jungkook knew you were sincere.

Your life has been tough, to say the least, and he knew you were in need of guidance, in need of someone to hold your hand and walk you through the crude stages of life. Jeon has never told you, but part of the reason why he took interest in you was due to his protective instinct. The older man knew you needed protection, from who or what? It wasn’t clear, but he instantly knew he was the right one to do it.

Oddly enough, there was no one better than the most dangerous man in South Korea to keep you safe.

But the way you would act so innocently drove him crazy.

Even when you tried to act confident, there was this sprinkle of hesitation every time you did something —indecisiveness striking again. And it was difficult to ignore it, moreover, it was difficult to hide it. The man could see right through your weak act, and spot your nervousness from miles away.

Even when you sucked him off in his office after a tiring meeting, he knew you were slightly scared to do such a thing.

Someone pretending to be clueless wouldn’t act as eager and clumsy as you did back then, although there has been some improvement since that time. Your teeth wouldn’t make an appearance anymore, you would use the right amount of saliva to make it messy but still look appealing for Jeon. The man loved how now you use more of your tongue to tease his tip and how far he could go into your throat. But none of that would’ve been attained without his help.

If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

It all goes back to the same predicament: you often showing your thankfulness for every little thing Jungkook has done for you.

He saved you, in the same way that a human would take an injured bird into their home to help it heal. Only for the person to cage it after the bird it’s back on its feet. Whereas Jeon Jungkook saved you from your previous way of living, he also owned you, preventing you from leaving his side.

Your broken moan snapped the dark haired man back into reality. His eyes were glazed with lust, looking right down on you and your tempting body.

“Are you close yet, doll?”

He knew you were. Jungkook could feel you clenching on his fingers, but he wanted to hear it from you.

“Yes, I’m so close.” You whined.

Your hands were moving so much, trying to break free from the tie that was preventing you from touching him. Jeon silently enjoyed it, he enjoyed how addicted to him you were, that it was a torture for you to not touch him in any way. You were so accustomed to feeling him, every single inch, that being restrained felt like pure hell.

“Please… More, faster…” You once again begged, and this time Jungkook couldn’t handle it.

Ignoring your protests, he pulled his fingers out, rapidly stripping off the rest of his clothes to position himself in between your legs. Because yes, he was on the verge of losing control before, but now his racional side flew out the window, and so he couldn’t wait a second longer to be wrapped in the warmth of your walls, ready to take him in.

“My sweet girl, don’t be impatient.” Jungkook cooed at you. “I’ll give you something better.”

Without further ado, he thrusted into you with a hard pump. It ripped a moan out of you, making you tug at the tie even more. You were beyond annoyed that you couldn’t touch him nor could you see his beautiful figure while he fucked you, although it enhanced the rest of your senses.

You could hear his little noises more clearly, feel his touch even better than you usually would, and taste him so much more in every kiss he gave you. It was truly a blessing and a curse.

“You’re so tight, Y/n.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth, preventing himself from moving manically just yet.

Jeon could see the struggle in your face, the way you were clenching on his dick so hard that it was almost impossible for him to move. No matter how many times he’s fucked you, you would never get accustomed to his size. But in reality, the actual problem was that the man hasn’t done exactly that in a while.

Truth be told, there was a reason for your eagerness, for your desperation. For your ambition to have more of him. Jungkook has been neglecting you the past couple of days, perhaps not on purpose, but his line of work has required him to travel to the other side of the world for a whole week. And now that he was back you were ready to trap him in your limbs for as long as you could have him.

“I haven’t fucked you in a while that your pussy is already forgetting how my cock feels, huh?” He acknowledged the situation. “Maybe I’ll have to remind this tight cunt who owns it.”

Without a warning, he gave a hard thrust once again, bottoming out. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t forget how big his dick was or how good it felt. Many nights you fantasized about his fat cock pounding into you while the only thing you could use to pleasure yourself was your fingers. It was such a sad comparison, especially because it proved that what he once told you was completely true.

No one will be ever able to satisfy your carnal needs in the same way that he does. No one will be able to make you come undone with their touch. You could only daydream about Jungkook rocking into you hard and rough, during those lonely nights when the only thing you could use was your small fingers.

Luckily for you, now you have it, the real thing. Now you could feel the tip of his cock hitting every right spot the more the thrusted into you. His veiny member slamming over and over into your throbbing cunt, crying for more of him.

“So fucking greedy. My dirty slut can never get enough of me, huh?” Jungkook groaned, “Look at you, already a mess and I’ve barely done anything, sweetheart.”

It was such a true statement. Even if there was no way for you to look at yourself, you were sure of your disheveled appearance. Sweat was coating your skin, making your messy hair stick to your forehead and nape, your lips were now swollen and shiny due to the wet kisses Jeon has shared with you.

But it has always been like this. Jeon always knew what to do, what to say, how to touch you to turn you into a babbling and whiny mess, one who could only chant his name and ask for more, like the little ambitious and greedy girl you were. Regardless of the way you would sometimes demand more of his attention, more of his touch, he loved it. The tattooed man loved how ruined you looked at the end of your rendezvous, staring at your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. Jungkook was always fascinated by how fucked out you were once he was done with everything, it was his favorite look on you.

“You like this, don’t you? Being used like a fuck toy, not being able to do anything to fight me.” The older man let out a dark chuckle, while one of his hands crept up to wrap itself around your throat. “So defenseless and needy, letting me do anything to you.”

The more he talked the closer you got. You knew it was a matter of time for you to cum. And you couldn’t be more thankful for that.

Jungkook kept rocking into you at a rapid and harsh pace, fucking your brains out while calling you names that he knew would pull a reaction out of you.

“My dumb baby, taking me so well.” He praised you. “You always know how to take my cock, willing to let me fuck this pretty pussy however I want.”

You could only nod, gasping for air and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as best as possible. It was like a race to see which one would finish first, although it was clear that the man ramming into you would not relent until you were crying and shaking underneath him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He confessed, leaning down to kiss your soft lips.

His free hand traveled down in between your legs to place his skilled thumb over your clit. His movements were like a bucket of cold water poured over your burning skin. It calmed the building fire in between your legs, just as much as it fueled your already approaching orgasm.

“You feel so amazing around my dick.” Jeon hissed over your lips, hypnotized by the way his aching cock would get lost into your soaked cunt.

“Oh god…” You moaned. “Please don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” A promise, far from being empty.

It was clear that Jeon was getting close as well by the way he so desperately was pounding into you, moaning lowly and leaning down to bite your neck.

His lips and teeth were doing wonders on your skin, marking you up with his bites and sucking on your flesh as well. Jungkook was devouring you, tasting you, ruining you as he promised.

“Holy shit…” He said in a raspy voice. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Only I can make you feel like this.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” You chanted back, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Come on, tell me, pretty girl.” He requested. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You slurred your words out.

It only encouraged the man to fuck you harder, meaner, faster… Exactly how you liked it. Jungkook was aware of it, he knew you like the palm of his hand, and although it was concerning how much he knew about you, it also came in handy in moments like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook alerted you, snapping both of you from your wandering thoughts.

“Cum, inside me.” You croaked out, biting on your bottom lip.

It was a risky request, something that you might regret in the future, not only because you weren’t on any contraception, but it entailed being connected to him in such an intimate way, one that neither of you were ready for.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a soft tone, yet you could hear the agitation in his voice. “Are you okay with… oh fuck, with me cumming in you?”

“Yes, yes, please. Just do it, fill me up, please.” You struggled to say. “I need to feel your cum deep inside me.”

Jungkook felt like dying with the lewd words you were spewing.

You were drunk on the ecstasy of the whole experience. Not being able to look at your surroundings, being restrained, the way Jeon was pistoning into you, hitting spots that no one has ever been able to reach before; the sinful words spilling from his lips, his hand still wrapped around your neck, albeit more loosely now. Everything was clouding your mind and leaving you in such a lax state, that prevented you from forming any coherent thought.

Regardless, your consensual words were all he needed to let go, shooting his hot cum inside of your greedy pussy.

“Oh god…” Jungkook moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His orgasm triggered yours, throwing you over the edge in a matter of seconds, right after he came. Your whimpers were loud and high pitched, your body was burning and trembling, and you were sure the light makeup you were previously wearing was smudged by now.

You were panting, trying your best to calm your agitated breathing. Jungkook was still inside of you, with his face hidden in your neck, breathing as heavily as you were. Both still intertwined in a mess of sweaty limbs.

After a few minutes where both of you recovered from the intense orgasms you just had, Jeon finally pulled out, separating himself from you. His hands flew up to free yours, making you whine softly; he placed a soft kiss on both of your wrists, making sure the tie didn’t hurt you. The blindfold came off next, and it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the dim light after seeing pure darkness.

“How was it?”

A simple question, one that, in the ears of an oblivious listener, would mean nothing. An inquiry that held more significance and concern than a simple are you okay?; it was subtle but it spoke volumes the way Jeon Jungkook would still feel the need to protect you, even from himself.

He never voiced his worries properly, trying to play it cool but secretly concerned that he might have hurt you in any way. The man never learnt how to correctly communicate with others, but he would be damned if he didn’t express how much he cared for you in other ways.

“Amazing…” Was your response, albeit in a hoarse voice.

Your throat was slightly aggravated, feeling terribly dry after attempting to voice the pleasure and enjoyment from the experience, through the small space there was left from Jungkook’s hard grip on it. However, it didn’t stop you from answering his concerns.

Amazing, fascinating.

It was the only way to describe it, your mind was too foggy to think of a proper answer, but by the way he was smirking you could tell he was satisfied with your response.

“Good.” He nodded. “Don’t move, I’ll bring a towel to clean you up and a bottle of water.”

Before he could step out of the room your weak voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait…” You called for him.

If asked, then give; if given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

“Thank you.” A small whisper was all it took for the man to walk back at you, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be right back.”

You were left alone in the big room, spread out on the mattress while your mind was trying to comprehend all the events that just happened. Your heart was filled with questions, but you knew better than to ponder over those inquiries.

Jeon Jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you more than he should, and for that you will be forever grateful.

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summer bummer, baby | jeon jungkook [1 of 2]

summary: summertime is supposed to be a time of easy living and that’s what you were hoping for when you signed up for an extra credit program cleaning up the shores of Busan and staying in a luxurious beach house. what you didn’t sign up for was to live with Jungkook, a failed talking stage who you’ve avoided for the past few months. despite having a slight disliking toward each other you find yourselves be by pulled back into each other throughout your stay. the only question that remains is if this is just going to be a summer thing or something more.

TWO PART SERIES

➢ genre/au: enemies to lovers/beach read. jungkook x y/n [afab she/her]

➢ 12.6k words

warnings: soft e2l. smüt with plot. beach foreplay. handsy sunscreen scenes. oral [f and m]. händjob. cünnilingus [face sitting] heavy makeout and groping. jealous jk. jealous y/n. jk is a soft tsundere [v antisocial and cold except to y/n —mostly]. love bites. jk almost gets into a fight over y/n. y/n meets jk’s family. future smüt

What started as excitement had turned to complete disgust the second your eyes locked with his but it is at least fair to say that he’s feeling the same.

It was supposed to be a summer at the beach spending your days in a summer house and meeting hot guys, not spending two months with the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You aren’t even sure how exactly this happened but you do know that you should have prepared for the worst. You were in the same environmental science class, for fuck’s sake. You both knew about this summer job but because you refused to speak to each other you didn’t know you would actually be living together.

“Alright, Professor Choi’s been kind enough to rent out his beach house to you all for the summer,” your student-teacher Jin, started speaking once the charter bus came to a stop in beach suburbia, “I understand you’re all adults but let’s not forget the reason you’re here. This is being sponsored by the University and there is zero tolerance for misbehavior so let me go over some rules.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you stared out the window hearing your professor list off rules.

‘No parties—outside guests are allowed but not past capacity.’

‘No illegal substances permitted whatsoever, no destruction of property unless you’re ready to pay for whatever is broken out of pocket.’

‘If you miss a shift, provide a notice at least three hours prior and if you miss too many back to back you’ll pay your own trip back to Seoul and there will automatically be a deduction in your attendance record as part of the credit program.’

“Wow, this is school away from school, how am I supposed to get laid in this quick paced environment?” Jimin joked as he nudged Jungkook’s arm playfully. He barely reacted as he stared out the window waiting for the moment to get out of this hot bus.

“Yes Mr. Park, that’s the point,” Jin said, sending him a glare, “You’re here because you applied to get extra credit, not a vacation for you to get ‘laid’.”

Jimin lifted a hand to his forehead as if saluting the professor and it made Jungkook crack a smile when he rolled his eyes and continued.

“Mr. Kim! Question,” another student, Hoseok, raised a hand, “So if we were to want to… get laid? Can we do that in the house or do we gotta do it on the beach? Or is it absolutely prohibited to de-stress after a hard day’s work picking up trash?”

An eruption of light laughter filled the bus as the student-teacher’s eye twitched in annoyance. Even you managed to laugh a little at that guy’s fair question. The student-teacher only glared at him, “Get off the bus, I’m tired of you all.”

“Wanna room together?” The girl you’ve spent the last four hours on the back of a bus asked as everyone began to line up to get off. You’re actually kind of surprised Sora would want to room with you after how awkward you’ve been. To be fair, you’ve done very little talking since this morning when you arrived at campus waiting for the shuttle bus and spotted no other than Jeon Jungkook, that was enough to ruin your mood. So it took you by surprise that she still wanted to room with you. With that in mind, you gave a subtle nod to her question and she smiled.

You both joined the others outside trying to get your suitcases out but you refused to get closer. Jungkook was one of the ones helping everyone get the luggage out of the compartment on the side of the bus you weren’t going to get close to him—except till he pulled out your suitcase looking around to see who would take it. Your eyes met as you practically snatched it out of his hands without a thank you and turned away.

Jungkook was more annoyed than he let on. He didn’t even look fazed by the fact that you were coming, acting indifferent but inside he was punching the air. He’s had to spend two semesters with you and now he can’t even catch a break over the summer? He gets that this was some extra credit program but why did you have to be here? It’s not that he completely hates you, it's just awkward.

The two of you had a failed talking stage a couple months back because you were both too flakey and immature. Since then it’s just been annoying to see each other. You texted enough to know a good amount about each other and that’s why it’s so weird, nothing ever came out of your talking so now anytime you see each other it’s just a reminder that you’re practically strangers who know too much about each other.

“I’m so happy we’re gonna be living with hot girls this summer,” Jimin whispered once they passed Jin as he unlocked the front door. It was a large white house with light beige accents like the doors, garage, trimming, etc. It also had large glass windows and it was just huge, like a scene out of a movie.

There were eight of you in total and aside from you, Jungkook didn’t know the others that well. He’s met the three other guys a couple times but not enough to be close friends with them. They all attended different lecture times for the same class so it makes sense that he’s not familiar with everyone else and on top of that the ‘supervisor’ here is the student teacher who’ll be staying in the guest house just next door all on his own so he doesn’t even count.

Despite being in college there are still rules in this house—it’s your professor’s beach house after all—and it’s Jin’s job to make sure everything happens smoothly. He’s practically a babysitter who directed you all down the halls of your bedrooms.

Jungkook didn’t mind the rules and the place was big enough that he could find a private spot for himself but he did have to find a roommate and his best luck is Jimin, so it’s best he plays nice.

“I guess,” was all he said in response to Jimin’s statement following everyone else into the house. The place was amazing and everyone clearly thought so, Jungkook now knew what his tuition money was used for at least.

The interior of the house looked like a typical modern style with light color and there were four bedrooms but only three will be used for all eight students. It sounded cramped but the bedrooms were huge and the girl’s room was specifically split into two separate rooms that were connected by a bathroom and large closet they could all share. The boys had two separate bedrooms but much smaller and aside from the two rooms there was an entertainment room too. Overall, the house was amazing and that’s without going into detail about the main level.

Once everyone had split to unpack their bags is when the real conversations started.

“Why are they all so hot?” One of the girls, Mirae, started saying. All four of you were all in the vanity area unpacking your things in the closets.

“My favorite is Jimin,” Sora pointed out as she took out folded clothes from her suitcase, “But I’ll admit Jungkook is really fucking hot.”

“I agree, he’s not usually my type but it’s hard to ignore a guy that looks like that,” The fourth girl, Jia, said with a laugh. Great, you thought, feed the guy’s ego even more.

“What about you, Y/n? Anyone you think is hot?” Sora asked but you only shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten a good look at them.”

You were tired of this conversation and so was Jungkook, who was having an awfully similar one.

“Come on, you’ve got to think at least one of these girls is hot,” Hoseok said as they all gathered in Jungkook and Jimin’s bedroom. It’s the third time they’ve asked Jungkook what he thinks about you and the others but he hasn’t said anything.

He’s not going to tell them the hottest person is you and he’s got two reasons for it. One, he’ll never admit that he’s physically attracted to you ever again, second, if he says it he has no doubt in his mind that the guys will bring it up around you. Yeah it’s awkward and he dislikes you slightly but he’s also not blind. You’re his type and even if he has a distaste toward you that doesn’t change your looks.

“They’re okay,” he said with a simple shrug as he tried paying his attention on unpacking his clothes while the others talked.

“Well Y/n is hot,” the fourth guy, Jisoo, spoke up from his seated position on the floor next to his roommate, Hoseok.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jimin said, adding on to the conversation happening around Jungkook as he focused on what he was doing instead. Hoseok made sure to tell everyone he thought the same and the only one who stayed quiet was Jungkook.

For the first night you and Jungkook were able to avoid each other well enough to not have to speak to each other once. Jin had gone out of his way to buy the first round of groceries for the house and you all went out for dinner. When you came back you went straight to your room knowing tomorrow you would have to start working.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

It was basically a paid school trip for you all. The main reason why you did it was for the extra credit but living on a beach for two months and getting paid for it wasn’t so bad. Your professor had proposed the idea to all of his class hours months ago. It was part of some project to keep oceans clean and he was a part of a few nonprofit organizations that did things like this but this time around you would be paid. You weren’t going to be making a crazy amount of money but enough to support yourselves while here for two months.

He made it a blind raffle sort of thing where everyone who applied for the program got put into a raffle that one of the board members would choose and you still find it bizarre that both you and Jungkook managed to get chosen.

Now you’re both waiting in the living room for Hoseok to come downstairs so the three of you could go to your first shift of the week.

“Okay, I’m here! I couldn’t find my sunglasses,” Hoseok said as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, “Are we walking or driving?”

“Doesn’t matter,” both you and Jungkook said at the same time.

“Let’s driving then, who wants to driv—“

“Me.” Once again you said it at the same time and it was hard to ignore now as you glared at each other.

“Jungkook can drive,” you gave in and said. Despite living on the beach the section you were at was more secluded than where the public usually stayed near the boardwalk. Your professor worked with beach organizers and that’s how you all got the jobs for the summer and today was your first day.

The organizer explained what you would be doing today and it was fairly easy. You would be picking up trash, setting out chairs or umbrellas, making sure no wildlife that appears on shore gets interrupted by beach goers.

You were trying to set the umbrellas up right now since it was early enough that not that many people were here yet and it let you all do morning duties first. Jungkook stood behind watching the way the wind picked up the ends of your hair and smacked it back into your face with a little smug smile. He could tell you were getting flustered but he just finished setting out chairs with Hoseok so he was taking a little break.

“Oh my god,” you groaned in frustration, flipping your hair out of your face for what felt like the billionth time, trying to get this stupid pole to click into place. Behind you, you could hear a little chuckle and immediately you turned to glare at the culprit—or culprits.

“You should’ve worn your hair up,” Hoseok joked as he came to help you but Jungkook stayed behind still laughing a little. You rolled your eyes as you let him take over watching Jungkook come over to help too.

“I don’t have a hair tie,” you told him, “And you guys have watched me struggle and just now decided to help?”

“It was funny,” Jungkook muttered, making you scoff. Of course the first thing he says to you is about how funny it was to watch you struggle. Up close now you had to force yourself to look at his face only but when he’s wearing a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the beach’s name displayed on the front it was hard to look anywhere but at his tattooed arm. You understand why all the girls are thirsting for him and at one point you did too.

“Funny?” You questioned.

“That’s what I said,” Jungkook told you as he and Hoseok finished what you couldn’t do. You didn’t pull your gaze away from his because that’s what he wanted and you were set on making him look away first. Neither one of you said anything and he knew it was because you were biting your tongue.

“Your face is funny,” you finally said immediately regretting it after how immature it made you sound. He was just annoying you. He didn’t talk to you at all yesterday and today he had the nerve to laugh when you were clearly struggling? There were tons of things you could’ve said instead that wouldn’t make him laugh like he is now.

Jungkook raised a questioning brow as he stood in front of you, having to look down now, “You can do better than that, say what’s on your mind.”

If you really wanted to say what was on your mind you would be here forever. You could start with the fact that he’s arrogant and an asshole. You could say that it’s not fair that he basically put all the blame on you for why you didn’t go out. You could point out that he thinks he’s better than everyone and that he feels like he could do whatever he wants which is so annoying. You could say that the reason you bailed on your first date is because you saw him with another girl the night before. You could tell him that every time he looked at you in class you would get annoyed looking at his stupid pretty face—but you won’t. You won’t say any of that because you have to live with him for two months.

You’re not sure how either of you had become so blissfully unaware of the third party there as Hoseok’s eyes darted between you two like he was watching a game of ping pong. He was just a little confused and so he asked, “Are you two into each other or something? I’m sensing a lot of sexual tension here. Like a little hatefuck moment.”

“What the fuck!” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit as he took a huge step away from you, “No, we’re not. We just—it’s not what you think. I, Y/n—we, we don’t like each other.”

Hoseok lifted a suspicious brow before letting a smile adorn his face, “Alright I get it. You loathe each other—but you could’ve fooled me.”

“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from them so they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook watched you move to sit under the umbrella reaching into your bag for a bottle of sunscreen. You poured some into your palm before running it over the length of your thigh. You wore the tiniest pair of denim shorts he’s ever seen and a blue shirt like his but more fitted. He could see your bikini top straps peeking out from the neckline and he wondered what kind of bathing suit you had on underneath.

Your legs looked so smooth and the way you had them posed in front of you had his eyes following the way your hands caressed them.

He didn't realize how engrossed he was in watching you until a flying object came and hit his shoulder, hard. Jungkook whipped around rubbing at where he was hit, “What the fuck?”

“You look like you needed some,” Hoseok said as he nodded toward where you were, clearly catching Jungkook sort of checking you out. With a smack of his lips in annoyance Jungkook picked the bottle off the sand and looked back to you to make sure you didn’t see that.

You glared at both of them catching Jungkook’s eyes again and lifted a middle finger at him. With a roll of his eyes he flipped you off and turned away, you just annoyed him.

The rest of your shift went without a hitch and you needed a desperate shower after but Hoseok had other ideas. When you got back to the house he proposed a beach day and with the sun beating down on your back you did not turn down getting in the salt water.

“People are disgusting,” you had told Sora when you all headed back down to the beach for a swim, “They will literally litter anything, no wonder our oceans are polluted.”

“So you basically just picked up trash?” She asked as you both shimmied out of your shorts.

“Mostly,” you told her, tugging off your shirt, “It wasn’t bad and there were so many hot guys on the beach.”

“Like Jungkook?” Sora asked, pointing in his direction as he headed down to the shore, already letting his toes sink into the wet sand, feeling the tide rush toward him. You looked at him for a moment seeing him without a shirt and it was clear he’s updated his workout regime since the last time you talked about it months back.

But who cares?

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Jungkook was able to ignore you for the most part. Aside from the first day at work he hasn’t really seen you too much. You both have only worked twice since then and because you’re on a set rotation to make sure everyone works the same amount, you haven’t seen each other that much.

Not that he minds, it’s just something he’s noticed.

He doesn’t pay attention to everything you do but you’ve got a weird relationship, alright? Of course you’ve spent the last couple of months avoiding each other but there’s a very valid reason for that.

The first time the two of you talked, you completely hit it off. You had been assigned to do a project together in the same class as the one where you joined this summer camp for. You met up in the library mostly, but you had this light banter that would go on between you that was clearly flirty, it wasn’t until after presenting your research on the destruction of the Ozone layer that you really started texting.

You were talking all the time and sometimes the conversations would drift a little too far into dating territory and you just realized you were different in some ways. Jungkook likes texting all the time whereas you could go hours without responding. He’s been in about the same amount of relationships as you and you both had been in that hook up only phase. When you did decide to try going on a date the first time he flaked but it wasn’t intentional. He had to work that night and had completely forgotten that when he agreed on a date.

The second time, you both sort of flaked after attempting to reschedule the first one. He’s not sure if you had gotten fed up with trying to find an available time to get drinks but it just wasn’t working out. You both had finally decided on a Saturday but when the day came neither of you said anything. He had been waiting for you to reach out first since he had been blowing up your phone about it the night before. You had been waiting for him to reach out first and confirm the plans since he’s the one who canceled last time. Clearly neither one of you put in the effort to make it happen so it never did.

Then, the final time you attempted to get drinks together was about three weeks later. After the second time you cut back on how much you talked but when you got back to talking like normal and set a date you ended up blowing him off completely. You didn’t even show up so clearly he was bothered by that enough to ask you about it.

You had a tiny argument over it and it just made you both realize that if it was this hard to go one just one date then you clearly weren’t working for each other and that pursuing anything past a friendship wasn’t going to happen. Of course that then made the friendship itself awkward and in the end you avoided each other.

Now he’s stuck in a house with other guys with one who seems to be clearly interested in knowing more about you.

“I’m just saying,” Jisoo said as all four guys sat outside on the deck facing the beach, “Y/n is hot, like mysterious hot since she doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“She talks to Jungkook,” Hoseok pointed out, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“That’s because we have class together,” Jungkook said, trying not to give out too much information. He doesn’t need any of them asking questions. Besides, it’s only been a week, how do they expect you to be cool with everyone right away? He’s not defending you, he’s just being realistic, plus Hoseok is still going based off what he saw the first day of work.

“Really?” Jisoo asked, “Are you guys friends? I haven’t seen you guys talk? Did you guys date or something? It seems like you hate each other, tell me something about her.”

“Jesus,” Jimin laughed, “Obsessed much?”

Jisoo groaned, “I can’t help it. She’s so hot, have you seen her in those bikinis?”

Jungkook felt his jaw clench but he hid the action behind a glass bottle of beer as he muttered, “You’re not her type.”

“What?” Jisoo asked, clearly catching what he said. Jungkook just looked him over with a shrug, “I said you’re not her type.”

“So what is?”

Me.

… is what he would have said if he was crazy. It’s not like he’s wrong, when the two of you were talking you had tons of conversations about ideal types and how you fit each other’s even though it didn’t work out. Aside from his looks you liked that he had a sense of humor but never pushed it too far. You liked that he was calm but also knew how to get loud and have fun. You liked that he was able to have serious talks with you along with lighthearted ones. You had the same sense of humor, even similar MBTIs, so yeah, he’s still your type even if there are no feelings anymore.

Jisoo? He’s loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and rude—all of the things you can’t stand. Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a disliking toward the guy after one week of knowing him, but it’s not like it matters to him.

So, once again he shrugged his shoulders looking off to the beach to avoid giving Jisoo an answer he wouldn’t like. He knows he’s probably getting on the guy’s nerves but he couldn’t care less. He already annoyed him enough by hearing Jisoo talk about your body and looks since the first day so he doesn’t care if the guy knows he doesn’t like him.

Like he said earlier, Jungkook doesn’t care much about you anymore but he does care that Jisoo can so freely say whatever he wants about you and expect Jungkook to help him out with you.

Fed up with Jisoo’s attempt at locker room talk, Jungkook stood abruptly and went through the glass sliding door to the living room. Just then, you and the others came through the front door holding grocery bags. His brows scrunched in curiosity as you all came in holding bags when he thought you were supposed to be having a spa day.

You walked past him to set the bags on the kitchen counter with the others when Jia came up to him with a huge smile. She felt so utterly blessed to be able to walk through the front door and find Jungkook standing there shirtless in just his swimming trunks and his hair half-up in a ponytail. She would like to thank the beach gods for this gorgeous view of a man. It didn’t matter to him that she was checking him out but that’s because his eyes went to you.

“What did you guys bring?” He asked and before you could answer, Jia was doing it for you.

“Oh! Since it’s the first Friday and we have the night free we thought it’d be cool to grill tonight and do a bonfire on the beach, then tomorrow go out drinking,” Jia said, making you scoff.

“If Jungkook doesn’t flake.”

Low blow, you know but since the first day at work he’s just been irking you. He’s just always watching you like he has something to say and you just want him to spit it out.

Jia watched the way he rolled his eyes and it was clear to her that you two weren’t very fond of each other. At least that was one less person in this house she had to worry about liking Jungkook. His tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance as he glared at you unpack the bags, “Don’t worry Jia, I would never make plans with everyone only to blow them off without saying a word. I’m better than that.”

This time you looked up glaring at him because why is he acting oblivious? He knew the reason why. He thought he could play you by going out clubbing with some girl the night before and expect you to still want to go out with him the next night? Yeah, the third failed attempt at a date was a miss because of you but he was obviously the reason why.

You were lucky that Jisoo came through the sliding door right then and there that you didn’t feel the need to respond to Jungkook’s snide remark. He flashed you a warm smile, “I heard we’re grilling tonight.”

Mirae and Sora were outside telling the rest of the boys the plan and when Jisoo saw you in here with Jungkook, of all people, he had to interrupt. It’s the summer and he’s looking for a hot fling so who better than you?

You gave him a girlish smile, “We are, can you teach me how to prep the meat?”

Immediately he went to join your side, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jungkook released a scoff in disbelief as he left the kitchen to go back outside, making sure to slide the door a little too hard.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

It’s been two weeks now and Jungkook still can’t stand the sight of you, or no, he can’t stand the pretty sight of you.

Now that everyone’s more comfortable around each other you’ve all become very open and he can tell that just by what you wore to work today. You wore your bikini bottoms that huffed your curves perfectly and a small t-shirt with the beach’s name displayed over where your breasts were. Your hair was all over the place again and he wanted to give you the hair tie he always carried on his wrist now but he couldn’t. Not when you’re standing there flirting with some random guy.

“Taehyung, and you?” He said as he extended a hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n,” you said with a flirty smile. He’s the first guy to approach you at work that was actually hot. He had been in the middle of a volleyball game with his friends when the ball went flying and nearly hit you. It landed by your feet and he was happy to come over and get it.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Um, well I’m here for work but just for the summer,” you told him watching him pout just slightly but nodded understandably.

“That’s a shame, we don’t have cute girls like you here,” Taehyung said, obviously flirting and you had absolutely no problem doing it back. You smiled, “I’m sure that’s not true but I’m flattered anyway. What’s your number? Maybe we should hang out sometime?”

You were being forward but who cares? You’re only here for a few more weeks and you want to have fun with someone who doesn’t live in your house. Is that too much to ask? Taehyung was very happy when you asked for his number and he was quick to give it to you.

Jungkook was annoyed because he was working with you again and this time there wasn’t an extra person. Mirae felt sick this morning, most likely dehydrated and couldn’t come to work so it just left you two. It wasn’t so bad since you mostly did your own thing but he’s tired and hungry.

“Y/n! Are you ready to go?” He asked, coming over to where you were and placing a hand on your back, not firm but just to let you know he’s right there. The guy you had been flirting with for the past fifteen minutes looked up at him but he acted like he wasn’t even there. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you said, “I guess.”

“At least I have your number, I’ll see you around?” Taehyung asked giving you a side hug in goodbye and you nodded. Once he was gone back to his friends, you joined Jungkook as he said, “You gave him your number?”

“Yup,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, “Let’s go home, I’m hungry.”

“Let’s go to the boardwalk,” Jungkook said, “I want Busan street food.”

“Fine,” you said thinking about all the food Jungkook used to tell you about. His family lives in Busan but he’s only gone to see them once. He doesn’t seem to mind it and you wonder why but you’re not gonna ask.

Neither one of you bothered to change into different clothes considering it was the boardwalk and everyone was dressed in bathing suits. The only downside is that you and Jungkook looked like a couple wearing your matching beach uniform attire. This time he wore blue swimming trunks with the beach’s name and no shirt. You wore a similar pair of shorts, just more casual and shorter and you only wore a bikini top since it was hotter than usual today. You could also feel the sun burning at your shoulder and Jungkook noticed it too.

“You need sunscreen,” he muttered under his breath as he dug into the beach bag you all usually bring for work.

“I know but I can’t reach it all,” you told him honestly letting your brows furrow as he took out the bottle and poured some into his hands before rubbing them together. He motioned for you to turn around and you did without much fuss.

It’s not that the two of you like each other now but you’ve given up on being rude simply because the rest of the house is too nosy. They haven’t quit asking about why you two are so snarky toward each other and you’re sure they’ve all come up with conclusions on their own but neither you nor Jungkook are going to tell them the real reason why.

Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders feeling the warmth of your skin from the way the sun glared down on you all day. You had a tanner complexion than usual and he’s sure he does too. Your skin was smooth and his hands were able to glide down the expanse of your back.

He sort of liked it. His touches were gentle but you hated that the touch of this man in particular made you feel a sort of way. He could rub sunscreen on your back all day but that would be weird so instead he cleared his throat and pulled away saying, “Can you get mine too?”

Jungkook did not like you. Whatever romantic feelings he had for you once died off over time but…

But right now your hands felt so good massaging his muscles with sunscreen. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back in bliss as you did the same to him before the two of you went to the boardwalk. Jungkook got on his phone shortly after some time walking and with a small sigh he said, “I’ve gotta go home, my mom has a bunch of fruit she wants me to pick up. Do you want me to walk you home or do you still want food?”

You thought about it for a second, “It’s fine, I’ll just get something to eat and then go home.”

He released a small huff, “Want to come with? It’ll be quick, after we can get food. It’s a walking distance from here and it'll be quick.”

“I didn’t bring a shirt.”

“You can wear mine,” Jungkook said, rummaging through the bag that was hanging off the shoulder and tossing it to you.

“What about you?” You asked even as you slipped the shirt over your head. Jungkook just shrugged, not really caring either way as he texted away on his phone, most likely to his family.

Honestly, you just didn’t want to go back to the house. It’s fun living with so many people because you're never bored but you also just needed some time away. You loved being able to go to work and just listen to music while you did work. Plus, if you went home without eating out you would be grumpy having to make yourself something after being out in the sun.

Also, at the end of the day you’re still most comfortable with Jungkook despite getting close to Sora and the others.

So the two of you were in front of Jungkook’s home looking as ridiculous as ever with him being shirtless and you wearing the large t-shirt and small shorts.

Jungkook didn’t knock or anything, just checked if the door was unlocked and immediately yelled for his mom. You stood back awkwardly, as Jungkook walked around the house motioning you to join him outside where he found his family eating watermelon outside.

“Kook!” They cheered when they saw him and you could feel their eyes drift toward you. He pointed a thumb in your direction as he casually said, “This is Y/n, my housemate,” hugging his parents.

“Y/n?” His older brother, JungHyun, repeated your name looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes before smiling knowingly and said, “I’m JungHyun.”

You ended up just having dinner at Jungkook’s parent’s house and left with baskets of watermelon to enjoy on sunny days.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

The day was perfect.

Jungkook felt at ease for the most part. The only ones who had to work today were you, Jimin, and Mirae so he was just hanging out around the house.

He spent a good amount of the morning on the back deck working out as he stared at the beach. He took a morning jog and came back to lift weights but aside from that he didn’t have much to do. Usually he’ll hang out with Jimin or Hoseok but one was at work and the other was taking a midday nap. The others wouldn’t even be off work till later so he really had nothing to do. He wandered around the house trying to think of something but nothing came.

“Hey Kook,” Jia said, suddenly appearing on the deck. He had given up on a workout and lounged on the pool chairs instead. He glanced up at her, nodding his head in greeting.

“Do you mind driving me to the store? Jisoo said he’s busy and Hobi is sleeping,” Jia asked and as much as Jungkook wanted to say no, he had no reason to. With a small huff he rose to his feet looking across the beach toward the boardwalk as if he could see you working from the house—he’s tried but he can’t.

He doesn’t care, honestly, but he’s just nosy? He wants to know what you’re doing or if that guy from the beach came by to see you again.

Jungkook went inside to put on a shirt and grab the keys while Jia waited downstairs for him. He stood by the window where he had a perfect view of three familiar people walking down the shore in familiar blue shirts and his eyes landed on you. He found himself stalling now, taking his time getting dressed, doing his hair up in that half low ponytail look, reapplying deodorant, spraying some cologne. He doesn’t know why he’s getting so dressed up for the store until you catch him upstairs on your way to your room.

You looked him up and down as he stood in the narrow entryway to the next floor, “You and Jia going somewhere?”

He was a step down the stairs already as he turned to you, “The store. Do you need anything?”

“Um… maybe,” you said as you listened to the call of his name from downstairs. You didn’t know why you even said that but suddenly you have a list of things to get. He brushed his bangs back, “Want to come? We’ll wait in the car?”

You just nodded leaving to your room to get your things. Jungkook and Jia went to the car and he watched her hop into the front seat as he went to the driver’s side. He tapped on the wheel nervously as he listened to Jia tell him about all the things he needed. He would have preferred if you sat up with him but it’s not like he could’ve directed her to the back. It’s becoming very clear that your frutal attempts to stay away from each other have failed as now he finds himself wanting to be closer again.

When you came out and got in the backseat you barely talked. The silence was filled with low music playing and Jia occasionally saying suggestive things to him.

“I heard you’re a pretty decent cook, Jungkook. Any chance you’ll make me something one of these days?” Jia asked but Jungkook just shrugged glancing at the rear view mirror to see your focus solely out the window. Couldn’t you attempt a conversation with him too? Did you really hate him that much still?

Slightly annoyed at the thought he found himself saying, “Sure, whatever you like.”

You were slightly annoyed but you blamed it on the summer heat and that you were a little tired from work. You tried not to think about the fact that you only came along because you wanted to see what Jia and Jungkook would do. You never realized how close they were until Jia was putting her arm on Jungkook’s giggling at whatever he said even if it wasn’t even funny… and he just let her.

At one point you even rolled her eyes at her third whiny, ‘Jungkook’ and went off to do your own thing.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to notice your shift in mood and at first he didn’t get it. It wasn’t until Jia grabbed him by the hand to go down a different aisle that he saw the way your eyes locked on the action. Were you annoyed with him right now?

Or were you annoyed with the way he and Jia were acting right now?

He found himself wanting to test it out. He interlocked his fingers with Jia’s as he walked with her making sure to be extra attentive. You didn’t know why you felt the need to even come and think that it would make a difference. You felt most comfortable with Jungkook but clearly he didn’t feel the same and that annoyed the shit out of you. Why bother inviting you if he was just going to ignore you the whole time?

You thought you were finally getting over that tension between you two but if this was how it was going to be then you’ll be the same. That’s why you grabbed a box of condoms at the checkout line and set them down on the belt in a completely different row than them.

“So what’d you get?” Jia asked you once you were all in the car again and this time you willingly sat on the back. “Condoms.”

You missed the way she turned to Jungkook with twinkly eyes as if hoping he would look back at her and share some sort of inside joke about it but he didn’t. His eyes were dead set on the road, fists clenching around the steering wheel, face stone cold.

“Oh,” Jia laughed softly, “I didn’t know you were interested in someone like that. Who?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve got a few options,” you muttered, arms crossed over your chest, shutting yourself off from them and looking out the window again. You were being petty but you didn’t even care. If those two were going to have fun and flirt in the house why shouldn’t you do the same?

The entire ride back to the house was filled with a silence louder than the music. Jungkook kept thinking about the guy at the beach. Were these for you and Taehyung? Did he actually come by and see you again when Jungkook wasn’t there? Why was that thought driving him absolutely insane right now? So you have absolutely no problem meeting up with some random guy but when it came to planning to ever go out with him you flaked? Did he do something? Were you just never serious about him?

He released a small scoff, lost in his own thoughts as he parked the car in the driveway. The three of you got out all your things and headed inside where everyone was.

You’re not sure if Jia lacked maturity or if she felt somewhat threatened by you but the second you all made it inside she loudly exclaimed, “Y/n bought condoms so she’s probably gonna get more action than the rest of us.”

Immediately there was a cluster of awe’s from Jimin and Hoseok who have failed to get laid these last couple weeks and you still had a month to go here. Not bothering to even act like you cared what she said you went up to your bedroom unaware that Jungkook stormed up to his clearly ticked off.

“Does Y/n have more game than us?” Hobi said as they all followed Jimin into his shared bedroom with Jungkook, “I wanna get laid too. Life is so unfair for a man.”

Jungkook was in their bathroom pretending to do something as Jisoo had the nerve to sit on his bed and say, “At least now I know I have a chance with Y/n. She must be a little desperate if she bought condoms. A guy usually does that when he knows he’s gonna find someone to fuck.”

The room fell silent as Jisoo laughed, clearly not reading the sudden awkwardness in the room at what he said. He continued on, “You know… Y/n’s always showing off her body for attention. I bet that’s why she came anyway.”

Jimin shook his head, “I don’t think that’s ri—“

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked so suddenly that it was like everyone forgot he was even there. Jisoo looked up at the others as if seeing if they’d agree with him before saying, “You know… Y/n’s hot, she knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came on this trip for a good fuck. She’s pretty much asking for it. I mean why else buy co—“

Jungkook was in front of him in a heartbeat, towering over him with a dark gaze, “Talk about Y/n like that one more time.”

“I dare you.”

Jisoo’s smile vanished and a sense of anger replaced it. Feeling defensive now he rose to his feet so that Jungkook wouldn’t think he intimidated him even if he sort of did.

“Jungkook. Jisoo, just chill for a minute, the girls are gonna hear an—“

“I don’t give a shit who hears,” Jisoo says with a scoff, “If I want to say that I plan on sleeping with Y/n then I’m gonna say it. If Jungkook is bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want him, that's not my fault—Ah.”

Jungkook’s fists tightened over the collar of Jisoo’s shirt pulling him closer and twisting the fabric tighter. Jisoo’s hands immediately flew to Jungkook’s forearms trying to get him to let go. He might talk his shit but if there was one thing he knew it was that he was not getting into a fight with a man who did boxing as a hobby and could lift more than his body weight.

Everyone knew Jungkook was serious just by the look in his eye and in hopes of easing the tension Jimin said, “Jungkook come on, let go. He’s just running his mouth, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth fighting.”

“Oh but I think he’s asking for it,” Jungkook said jostling Jisoo enough to make him sway as he looked him dead in the eye, “Aren’t you?”

“Let me go, man.”

“No, I want to hear you try and run your mouth about Y/n again,” Jungkook said, testing him now but Jisoo only shook his head. Jisoo looked around hoping to see if they would get him to lay off when he stared at the door.

“Y/n.”

Jungkook let go almost immediately, turning his head to the door and catching you standing there. You must’ve left your room and heard the commotion.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you heard but this guy’s cra—“

“Jisoo. Shut the fuck up and don’t talk to me,” you said looking absolutely disgusted in him, “You’re worse than the trash we pick up off the shore—and just so you know you’re the last guy I would ever fuck.”

He scoffed, “Bitch.”

Jungkook stormed over to where Jisoo was standing in front of you trying to make his leave. Your hand stuck out, palm flat against the ridges of his abs as you looked up at him, “Stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook said softly now, not caring at all about the other two who stayed in the room awkwardly, “He’s got no right talking about you like that and I don’t know how much you heard but I have a right to beat his ass.”

“I have a right to beat his ass,” you said in the same soft tone he used. He looked down at the hand that was still on his stomach and before he knew it his hand was down on your waist.

“Y/n none of us agree with what he said at all,” Hoseok said but your attention was on Jungkook who still had his jaw clenched thinking about Jisoo and how much he would really enjoy putting his hands on the guy.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you offered and before he knew it he was nodding his head following you downstairs ignoring the others as they looked in confusion as to why Jisoo stormed out the front door and what the yelling was all about. Jia watched as Jungkook’s hand’s never left your waist as he followed you outside to the deck and down to the sandy beach.

“You defended me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jungkook asked as you both took your shoes off and let them at the end of the backyard to walk toes in the sand.

“I thought you still hated me.”

“You think that means I’m gonna let some guy say shit about you? Did you forget we talked about some serious things back then and how hurt you used to be?” Jungkook asked, “Besides I never hated you.”

You winced at his reminder. Back then you would have serious talks about past relationships and how you were both treated awful in them. He always told you that he had no respect for guys who would tear their girlfriends down and that if he could he would fight every single one of them for you. Clearly he hasn’t gone back on his word.

The sun had already set and what had started as a day quickly changed because of Jisoo. Jungkook was tired out but he didn’t want to go inside yet. He wanted to enjoy the empty beach with you and try and talk.

“Want to sit?” He asked, pointing to the shore. It was low tide and you could get close enough to the water without worrying about getting soaked. You nodded your head going to sit as he dropped to the sand next to you.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you ditch me that night? I was waiting for you for an hour and you never showed and when we argued about it… you wouldn’t tell me why,” Jungkook finally said.

You took a deep breath deciding to be honest, “I saw you with a girl the night before and I guess I got kind of jealous and thought you were playing me since you flaked the first time.”

Jungkook looked visibly taken back, “I—the only girl I talked to other than you was my coworker. I went out with her because it was all of us but I just ended up taking her home because she was drunk. There was never anything between us.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you said awkwardly but he just shook his head. The sand was cool underneath you two and the water was a pretty shade of light blue and foamy white.

“It’s my fault, the first time I mean. I did flake so I get why you thought that so I’m sorry too.”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you fell back to lay down in the sand. Jungkook used his hands for support to sit but he looked down at you, “What?”

“Just annoyed. We could’ve avoided all this if I just asked you about it,” you told him making him laugh softly. He lied down next to you, “Maybe but I think I like you more after hearing what you told Jisoo and that wouldn’t have happened if we made up sooner.”

You laughed with him, “He’s so gross.” Jungkook nodded in agreement as the two of you looked up at the darkening sky.

“But I liked that you stuck up for me so thank you,” you said, making him smile.

It was quiet for a moment, “So why’d you buy the condoms?”

You groaned in embarrassment as you tried cov ring your face but he was on his side looking at you, “Because you were only paying attention to Jia after I thought we were beginning to be friends again and I don’t know… it was stupid.”

“You were jealous?” He asked if you actually were because every time he sees you with another guy he gets jealous. A little smile came to his face and you hit his arm lightly, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, I’m just surprised. You know how many guys are into you? I’ve been jealous this entire trip and I don’t know, I’m just surprised to know you were too,” Jungkook admitted and you looked over at him too.

Neither one of you said anything for a moment and you just spent time outside deep into the night.

You looked at Jungkook, he looked at you, and you’re not sure if this was an unspoken agreement or if it was just a long time coming but before you knew it you were both leaning in for a kiss.

You captured his lips with yours making him let out a small groan as he kissed back fiercely. It was careful at first still seeing if this was something you both wanted before Jungkook began to turn his upper body enough to hover over you. His tongue found yours and explored the inside of your mouth, swiping along yours and letting them glide against each other creating a pool of drool. Your hand was on the side of his face, fingers digging into his hair as a hand of his reached over to hold you down against the sand by your waist. Jungkook felt his blood rushing, as every part of him felt on fire. You pulled away first, tugging his lips between your teeth before kissing him even harder than the first time. He let his tongue go even deeper into your mouth causing you to moan softly, breathing getting heavier as a light breeze coursed through the two of you noting that it was night time on the beach.

It was when a seagull went over your heads did the two of you realize how exposed you were. Raccoons had a tendency to be on shore once the sun had set looking for burrows of baby sea turtles and neither one of you wanted to be out when they came scurrying past. The lights in the house were off for the most part due to how late it was and the two of you were finally able to see how long you had been out.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling away enough to look at you. His hands were gently around your face wiping away the blown over sand from your features and brushing your hair back, “I didn’t want to be here at first because it was still awkward.”

He placed a tender kiss against your lips, “But if I wasn’t then… you know, we’d probably still be mad at each other.”

You reached forward to pin his bangs behind his ears, his ponytail loose and almost out but he just looked so handsome like this.

“The beach is so empty,” you commented as your hand trailed down the tight space between your bodies. Jungkook looked around, it was dark out and stars scattered across the night sky. You were utterly alone out here just making out like you hadn’t been put off by each other for the last few months.

You glide your hand down his chest, feeling the faint outline of his hard abs through the black shirt he's wearing with the sleeves cut off. He looked down at your hand, breath hitting when your hand reached the waistband of his trunks. You bite your lip as he leans down and starts kissing and sucking on your neck again.

You let your hand trail lower over his swimming trunks, softly tracing the outline of his length that was slowly hardening in your touch. It didn’t take long for you to notice he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You let out a light gasp as he kissed along the curve of your jaw toward the end of your ear sucking just below it, body already shifting against you for more friction. He let out a low rumble through his chest when your hand palmed his erection, eyes already hazy as he dug his face into your neck.

"Dangerous territory," He mutters lowly, pressing his body down onto yours, kidding you deeply as your hand goes back down to his crotch, “We’re gonna get caught.”

It hasn’t left either one of your mind’s that you’re still outside laying against each other as the warm sand tickled your back and the waves of the sea acted as background noise. You trace the hard outline of his dick through the thin material.

"Fuck," He moans into your mouth, pulling back to catch his breath as he looks down at your hand. You slowly stroke up and down his length as you grab it through the material.

He raised his hips up just enough for you to be able to sink your hand inside his trunks and he bit his lip in anticipation. If you didn’t care that you were outside then neither would he, if anything it’s just arousing him even more.

You slowly and teasingly stroke up and down, palming him at a slow pace as he lets out a groan, “Y/n.”

You smile, “Jungkook.”

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked and for a second you weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing right now or what you were doing with each other in general. Instead you grip him by the base, moving your hand up to run your thumb over his mushroom tip. You spread his precum around with the pad of your thumb, “You don’t want to?”

"Fuck..." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “I do. So fucking bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, pumping his cock moving your hand up and down in tight then loose strokes. Your bodies were still so pressed against each other that if someone watched you from a distance then it would just look like a heavy makeout and not like your hand was jerking him off under his trunks. You start to move your hand quicker up and down his length, watching him as he presses his face into your neck and starts sucking and kissing the skin beneath your ear as you pulled his trunks down enough to slip only his hard length out for better access.

You speed up your hand even further, twisting and flicking your wrist as you feel him throb and twitch, hips bucking into your hand chasing that feeling that was getting closer, embarrassingly so. With a small tsk sound you release him making his body freeze before bringing your hand up. He looked down at it and his eyes stayed on yours as he spit right into it, you doing the same before running your palm against his tip then down his length.

He lets out a groan as he twitches, your quick strokes bringing him closer and closer to release. If anyone were to ask him if he knew you, of all people, would be giving him a wet handjob on the beach he’d laugh in their face.

"God, I'm gonna cum......" He moans out, placing both hands on the sand to hold himself up enough to not completely crush you with his waist as he fucked into your hand. You smirk and look up at him making him fuck your fist faster. With a small push-up then back down he crashes his lips against yours, growling into your mouth as he cums. Your hand immediately gets drowned in his release and the bottom of your shirt does too but you just smile into the kiss as his breathing gets heavier and more uneven.

“You know, I’ve never been to the movie room,” he whispered softly to you and you looked toward the house. He was still pressed against you but you had tucked him back in once he reeled back in.

The movie room was one of the only other rooms aside from your bedrooms and it was pretty much untouched. That meant that it was good for privacy and right now he felt like he needed privacy—with you. He wants to take you on a date and try it again but right now he wants to feel you even more.

“Me neither,” you said with furrowed brows as you tried to understand why he randomly brought it up. He didn’t answer you right away, tugging on your bottom lip lightly between his teeth, “Let’s go see it.”

You gave a brief nod of your head and he was helping you to your feet reaching behind you to dust off the sand for your denim shorts. He took your hand in his and led you back to the house being as quiet as possible. You still weren’t fully sure what you were doing but it didn’t seem to stop either one of you from making it into the movie room. Jungkook checked the hallways to see if they were empty before locking the two of you in.

Before you knew it the two of you were laying on the dozens of floor pillows and cushions on the floor making out with a movie playing in the background. This time you were on top. You were laying over him with one leg raised high against his waist with his hand on your butt, fingers pinching just slightly. Your other leg was between his and it was getting hard to ignore the growing length against your thigh. Jungkook reached for that same leg pulling it over so you could straddle him properly as you pulled back for a breath. His hands slid down to your eyes, bottom lip between his lips, hips softly grinding against yours as you reached for the hem of your shirt. He leaned up enough to yank the back of his shirt and with your help he threw it somewhere with yours.

It was very clear that it was your turn to be pleased by the way Jungkook so easily pulled you up onto all fours over him as he undid the button of your little denim shorts and yanked them down. You took it from there and shimmied them off fully before his hands gripped your hips tightly once more and you couldn’t silence the squeal you let out as he tugged you forward nearly dropping you over him, “Ju—Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Wan’ you to sit on my face, like now Y/n,” he said in a serious tone. You shook your head, “No, I—do you really want me to?”

“Y/n…” he looked you dead in the eye as you sat on his chest with his hands flat on your thighs to make sure you didn’t move back. Your knees were over your shoulders and you just needed one pull to do what he asked and it was just all so tempting when he could smell your arousal.

“You just took my dick in your hand and made me cum out on the beach and you’re asking me if I want you to sit in my face?” Jungkook asked looking amused but also not, “I want you to ride my face, got it?”

You licked your lips at the thought and before you knew it Jungkook was already pushing you that small space forward until your heat was hovering over his face but not yet pressing into him. You sighed letting yourself relax and brush your fingers through his hair as he looked up dazed and waiting for your consent.

“You gonna show me how good you are with your tongue?” You asked, making his eyes roll just slightly.

“God yes,” he said with a sigh as he finally pulled you down the rest of the way, feeling your hand tighten in his hair. Your underwear was still in the way but it didn’t stop him from pressing his mouth to the soaked fabric of your underwear and his nose lightly tapped against your hooded clit already making you squirm. He gripped your thighs firmly now to keep you in place and just let him mouth at your covered cunt, licking at the fabric for just a hint of a teasing taste.

You tried not to put too much weight on him but he practically forced you down, face right against your soaked panties rubbing gently. You squirmed, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He hummed against you, hair brushed out of his face by your fingers, sparkly doe eyes looking at you from between your legs. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to slide his hands up from your thighs to your hips. Before you knew it he was gripping one side of your underwear and yanking in it hard enough to tear. He even jostled you a bit and then he did the other side too until it slipped off and he threw them somewhere far.

Jungkook looked up at your wet pussy, a line of slick dripping onto his tongue as he let his mouth open expectantly. As it touched the tip of it he did one swift lick between your folds to catch whatever else might drip. Immediately you gasped as he did it again, not wasting a moment to tease any longer. He’s so turned on he can’t even register the thought of taking his time.

“Careful,” You started to speak again, trying to remind him to take it easy since the others were sleeping and the television wasn’t that loud. It was pointless as he gave you another long lick followed by another. You bent forward, bracing yourself with one hand again in his hair pulling just slightly making him groan into your cunt as he tightened his grip on your thighs. Jungkook’s tongue worked upwards, shifting from long licks to short flicks against your clit. You couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly and letting everyone know what the two of you were doing.

“Fuck,” you whispered softly, bucking your hips forward as his hands slid to your butt, gripping hard enough to grind your pussy down on his face as he ate you out.

You released a low groan and this time Jungkook lifted you off despite your protests. He glared up at you, “You want everyone to know how I’m eating your pussy out?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, hips still moving just slightly praying he’d just continue, “Slow down then.”

Jungkook gave you a cocky smile, his hold already growing firm as he sent you a wink before pulling you over his face once again licking at your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck," you murmured, nearly under your breath as his head moved frantically to follow the way you fucked into his face, tongue stiff as he flicked along your cunt sloppily.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, the knot in your stomach tightening, body convulsing with pleasure as he took in the sight of it. The way your torso moved with each buck of your hips, and your breasts. The tilt of your neck as you looked up trying not to look at him and the tight hold you had in his hair.

Without warning, you reached your climax all over Jungkook’s tongue. He eased your orgasm, licking softly before moving you off of him. As he did so his hands came down to your waist sliding you down with ease. He held you down to lay on top of him and without question your lips were on his again.

“So good,” he whispered against you, ready to take his trunks off once more, “I need you.”

“Mmh,” you said between kisses still not registering what he said until he was rolling you over under him so he could take them off. He kissed down your neck, “Condom?”

You nodded ready to reach out for one before your body froze. Jungkook, who still kissed and sucked on your neck blissfully, wasn’t paying attention. You tapped on his head to get him to look at you but he kept going, surely leaving live bites.

“I don’t have any.”

He stopped but didn’t pull away, “What?”

You sighed, “They’re in my room.”

He sighed as he pulled up but kept his body pressed against yours, “You’re lying.”

The situation made you laugh. Out of all times this could be happening to you. The first time you’re even attempting to get physical and after everything you've done tonight but you’re responsible.

He let his head fall onto your chest with a small groan. You sighed, “Sorry.”

Jungkook left a soft kiss on the mound of your breast, “Don’t be. Not like you knew this would happen, right?”

He definitely didn’t. Jungkook did not for one second even think about the possibility of kissing you this summer and definitely not as far as the two of you have gone tonight.

“Ugh,” you groaned as he hugged you, “If I go in and Sora wakes up, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally moving off you as he made himself comfortable next to you, still only in his trunks.

“Where’s my shirt?” You asked sitting up but he just pulled you back down grabbing one of the large throw blankets laying around and tossing it over you.

“Let’s just sleep right here,” he mumbled looking over to the door making sure he did lock it. He grabbed his shirt off the floor for you to put on and once you did, he let you cuddle into his side. He tried ignoring the sexual frustration that built up from not having sex with you but neither one of you were doing it without protection especially so soon.

“Everyone’s gonna think something is up,” you whispered as he let you use his bicep as a pillow.

He just shrugged.

“Who cares?”

𖠳 ᐝ

Jungkook was zoned out all morning the next day. No one’s said anything about the fact that the two of them didn’t return to their bedrooms last night but it’s very clear everyone has their suspicions just from the way they’ve been looking at you two. Of course they probably think the two of you made use of those condoms but they are gravely mistaken—almost but not yet. Soon though, he’s already made that promise to you both. When you get back to Seoul he’s gonna take you out and then everything will just fall into place, hopefully.

“What’s with the pigtails?” Jisoo — of all people — had the nerve to ask Jungkook.

“Why are you talking to me?” Jungkook asked, glaring at him as you fixed the end of one as the hair in the pony curled just under his pierced ear. Jisoo looked at you as if you’d stick up for him and that only annoyed Jungkook even more.

Jisoo seems to have forgotten that just yesterday he almost got into a fight with you both — even if it made you and Jungkook make up — it didn’t mean you liked the guy.

“Y/n,” Jisoo said, making Jungkook roll his eyes, “Can we talk?”

“No,” Jungkook said but you just placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a mirror.

“I guess,” you said before looking at Jungkook, “Look at how good your hair looks. I’ll be right back.”

“Come get me if he tries anything,” Jungkook said as he held up the mirror checking himself out. The end of his growing mullet was in low pigtails but he still had wavy bangs curled around his ears and over his forehead. He looked ridiculous using his tattoo covered hands to clear his bangs out of his eyes.

“What?” You asked Jisoo, already sounding annoyed as he dragged you outside to the deck. You sat at the wooden table by the grill and waited for him to speak.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Jisoo said honestly, “I was out of line and honestly if I knew you were with Jungkook I wouldn’t have said anything but I just don’t get why you two were hiding it.”

You laughed, like actually laughed, and it confused him even more. You stopped for a moment to look at him, “So you’re apologizing not because of what you said but because you didn’t realize I was with Jungkook? Which I wasn’t, let me just say.”

“No, that's not what I meant, I just… well you know, you weren’t giving anyone the time of day and I showed you I was interested. I guess I just wanted to annoy Jungkook because he seemed so territorial over you but I didn’t expect you to hear,” Jisoo said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, “This isn’t an apology to me at all, and honestly if you can’t just apologize for the way you spoke about me then why even bother? You’re making excuses saying that I wouldn’t give you the time of day? Damn, Jisoo, I wonder why!”

Jungkook didn’t even hide the way he was glaring out the sliding glass doors. He can’t even hear what you’re saying and that just annoys him more. He’s just waiting for Jisoo to do something so that he has an excuse to go out there. If he tries anything then he picked the wrong day for that.

Jungkook is sexually frustrated, homesick, and annoyed with him still over last night.

“Oh my god! Jungkook! Your hair is so cute!” Jia and Mirae said when they made it through the door carrying takeout. Jungkook looked over at them seemingly unimpressed, “Thanks.”

You and Jisoo made it back inside after you made it incredibly clear that you don’t like that guy just in time to see Jia reach for the end of Jungkook’s pigtail.

“You look so cute, I’m not used to this cute side of yours. Did you do your hair like this?” Jia asked as Jungkook looked at you and Jisoo walk in.

“No, I did,” you muttered and Jungkook reached for Jia’s hand to push it away before coming over to where you were.

“Oh,” she said as he followed you up the stairs without a single glance back at them, “Well it’s really cute.”

“Take them out,” you said just as the two of you made it to the top floor. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

You huffed as you began pulling his pigtails out, “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

He laughed, “You feeling jealous already? We just made up yesterday.”

“So? Do you want me to go tell Jisoo he looks cute?”

“I’m taking them out,” he said, helping you, “The only person you can call cute is me.”

“Well don’t let other people touch your hair then—“ You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to one of the bedroom doors.

Jimin and Hoseok didn’t even bother to act like they didn’t see the whole thing. Jimin smirked as he looked at you two then at Hoseok. He just laughed, “Looks like someone did get laid, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook groaned, “We didn’t—“

“Yeah sure bud,” Jimin said as the two walked past you and Jungkook, “Not what we heard last night.”

Your jaw dropped realizing that you might’ve been louder than expected. Jungkook just glared at them, “Want me to kill you?”

“How morbid!” Hobi gasped dramatically, “You’d think getting laid by the girl he’s been obsessing over would loosen the guy up.”

“We didn’t!” Jungkook yelled ready to trail after them but you just hugged him by the waist laughing.

“Let them think we did, who cares?”

::.

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adonis-koo · 1 year

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sweet nothing • 6

(in which, you should have listened)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

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Note: last regular update before I drop off for awhile <333

Two Years Ago

02:21am

Red Light

To say you were nervous, was an understatement of the century.

You had been concerned about Wonho’s involvement in illegal things for a long while now, but it was always the same excuse with him, ‘I’m fine! You know me, i’ll weasel my way out of anything!’

Or something akin to that dismissive statement.

So for Wonho to come home with a serious expression on his face and ask you if you’d be willing to come out with him, something had happened. He never came to you for help, so in that moment you couldn’t possibly turn him down.

It’s how you ended up here, following behind him into the seedy looking building, there were no signs on it that even indicated it was open, in fact, it didn’t even look vacant.

Wonho told you they called it the Red Light though, and you quickly realized why once you entered inside, a mixture of perfume and cologne in the air along with the smell of sweat, you could hear the faint moans through the walls.

This was a brothel.

It made you anxiously wipe your hands against your jeans as you both squeezed through the long narrow corridor into the main building where you quickly felt undressed, many people wore masks concealing their identities.

“Stay away from them,” Wonho whispered to you, “Supposedly they’re government officials and things of that nature, the only people who conceal their identities here, is for a reason.” “Wonho,”

He paused at the sound of your strangled word, your expression morphed into one of pure fear and anxiety, “Why did you bring me here? What’s going on?”

Despite your distraught expression your words were nothing more than a whisper, Wonho frowned, “Nothing major is going on I just…” He frowned as he glanced away, “I’d feel better having someone I trust with me for this, you don’t have to do or say anything, just…be you.”

You searched over his expression in hopes of finding some glimmer or truth or lie in them, but as always, Wonho has a good poker face.

You say nothing more, allowing him to take the lead once more through the main room, the discomfort not leaving you but it did lessen once you entered into a back room where the moans had finally become silent.

This room however had a different kind of tension.

“Ah there he is. Just in time Wonho, you be dealed in?”

It was a small room, much nicer than most of the building so far, a small group of men sat at a round table, poker being played at the moment, not with chips but a multitude of things, pill bottles had been carelessly thrown on the table, a few pistols, and of course, dollar bills.

“I would’ve brought something of value with me had I know,” Wonho flashed a charming grin at them.

“You got something of value right behind you.” Another man commented, nodding his head slightly behind Wonho only for you to realize he was gesturing to you.

“Excuse me?”

He looked amused at your reaction.

“Don’t tempt me Jungkook.” Wonho chuckled as he gave you a pat on the head, “But my little sister isn’t on the table tonight.”

You peered over Wonho’s shoulder only to watch the man’s expression- Jungkook- if you had heard correct- dimmed by a fraction until an unreadable expression crossed his face, dark eyes flickering between you both.

“Sister huh?” He flicked his cigar into the ashtray before setting it inside, “The fuck are you bringing her here for? Cus’ it better not be for what I just joked about.”

You felt yourself visibly shrink back at the cold glare that drilled into your brother, even if he wasn’t looking at you, you could still feel the frost from here.

“Consider her my partner for the night, you have Yoongi,” Wonho pointed a finger at the man who sat beside him, “I have Y/n.”

The man- Jungkook shifted in his seat, a large hand set on the table over his cards, his pointer finger tapping on the table, adorned in various rings as his expression remained stoic.

“That the truth?” His eyes flickered to you.

It felt like electricity shooting in the air as you both stayed silent for a long moment, shifting in your spot you hesitated as you stepped forward to stand beside your brother, “Wonho would never do that to me. I’m here because Wonho asked me to be here.”

Jungkook stared at you for a long moment, then you noticed his eyes, they softened a little, “Good.” Only to harden once more as he looked at Wonho, gesturing to the empty seats at the front of the table.

The meeting had taken around an hour, you had stayed silent the whole time and nobody paid you much mind, aside from Jungkook, who’d occasionally let his gaze wonder to you before Wonho would say something that would make him stiffen.

You had deduced who was hot headed partner and who was the relaxed one out of the two very quickly, but aside from the rash display of emotions on Jungkook’s part, everything seemed to go off without a hitch.

You didn’t understand much of what was being said, aside from some more familiar drug names and logistics, something about running a crate to Seoul…?

Before the meeting officially closed Jungkook had nodded to one of his lackey’s who grabbed a brief case, opening it up nearly made your eyes pop out of your head.

It had to be at least 300 million won.

“We’ll pay the rest after you’ve delivered, and remember,” Jungkook frowned, “Part of this is going into your stock, so don’t blow it all.”

“You can count on me!” Wonho grinned confidently, “Thank you both for your time. We can meet again after I’ve delivered the crate.”

The two men nodded and the meeting ended, the door opened once more and people began to shuffle in and out of the room.

“Here, for you.” Wonho grinned as he pulled a rubber band stack on won out of the brief case, handing it to you.

You swallowed hard shaking your head, “Oh no, I’m- I’m okay…” It was one thing witnessing this, it was another actively spending money that came from illegal dealings.

“No, no I insist.” Wonho shoved it into your hand as he winked, “I always told you I’d find a way to provide for us Y/n, you deserve some spending more, maybe you could even buy that set of canvas’s you’ve been browsing online. I’m gonna go spend mine in a less creative way though.”

He peered outside the room but before you could stop him he had already disappeared, leaving you in the hustle and bustle.

Clearly three am was the busiest time of the night, you hesitantly walked out of the room into an even busier main lobby, the bar counter has littered with people and even more masked figured had appeared, prostitutes weren’t difficult to spot, some naked, other scantily clad clinging to cloaked figures and others had already gotten busy.

All of the sights had your fingers shaking and uncertain of where to look, or where to go, this place was surprisingly large on the inside, leaving you lost as how to leave.

“You looking to use that money sweetheart?” A girl called out to you, she couldn’t of been any older then yourself, clinging to a masked figured as she reached out to you, “We’re looking for a third, I’ll make it a hell of a time.”

“O-oh um…!” You stuttered out, trying very hard to not look at her large chest that was on display.

You weren’t looking at them! They were looking at you!”

“She’s with me.” A large hand pressed against your back delicately, behind you towered the tall figure out the very person your brother had just made a deal with, Jungkook.

You hadn’t realized how tall he was when he was sitting down, but now standing you quickly got the impression that he was just an intimidating person all around, his was in a mix matched suit, a black loose button up top, the last five buttons were undone though, fitted against a dark maroon jacket.

His hair was black and bangs dusting over his eyes, his hair had a slight curl to it though, grazing close to his sharp jawline and chiseled features.

The prostitute glanced between you both before she scoffed, “I guess I know who’s paying who.” She eyed you before walking away with the masked man as you scoffed, feeling a bit indignant that she insinuated you would pay Jungkook to...!

“Don’t mind them.” Jungkook said as his hand dropped back to his side, “They get upset the moment they can’t get money from someone.”

You turned to fully face him, glancing back into the crowd were the prostitute disappeared and then back to him.

“I apologize for not formally introducing myself sooner. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He held out a hand to you, your eyes dropping once more, he wore about seven rings all together, multiple on each finger.

Carefully you shook his hand, his hand was rough and calloused, at least twice the size of your own, “Kang Y/n. I’m Wonho’s sister, but well you already know that…” Your smile was a bit sheepish, eyes darting away, finding it near impossible to maintain steady eye contact with him.

He nodded before glancing towards the crowd, “Where’s your brother?”

“Oh um…” You frowned, “He…” You weren’t sure how to word it.

“He left you.” It was an accusation, a plain one that Jungkook frowned while saying.

“Not technically I mean…he’s still here, sorta…”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched for a brief moment as he shook his head, saying no more, “Do you need help getting home?”

“I’m sure I’ll manage…” You rubbed the back of your neck, “I don’t want to bother you, I’m sure you’re very busy.”

“This was my last event of the night,” Jungkook replied, “At least let me walk you out of the building.”

You shifted a little…you did need some help…”Okay,” You nodded, “I appreciate your help.”

Jungkook only nodded, walking beside you as he began to weave you through the corridors, and once again the noise slowly faded into nothing as you arrived at the entrance once more.

The cool night air hit your face in a reliving gust of wind as you sighed in relief, having not realized how much tenison you had been holding until now.

You paused however at the cold drops of rain that begin to patter on the ground, lightening shooting across the sky quickly followed by thunder.

You both stood in silence as the rain began to pour down as you sighed, “Um…I’m…I’m sorry but…about that ride home…?”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small smile, and for the first time you noticed a thin piece of metal adorning his lower lip and one dimple pressing into his cheek. He had a very pretty smile.

It was a short wait before his car had been pulled around, a sleek black Corvette, the door opened with an umbrella.

“Sir,” The man greeted him with a nod, walking under the rain cover to them before handing off the umbrella.

“Yeonjun, I want you on watch tonight, do what you want, just pay attention.” Jungkook said, the man gave one nod before walking into the building behind them.

Jungkook gestured you forward, you weren’t too sure how to act, you never had someone walk you to the passenger side of a car before, opening the door for you, let alone hold an umbrella over to make you didn’t get wet.

The seat’s were warm and comfortable, the air still had that new smell about it, and finally it dawned on you. You were in a Corvette with somebody that, you didn’t know for certain, but you had the assumption could easily make you dead if he felt so inclined.

Anxiety spiked through your body as you shifted uncomfortably, the door to the drivers side opening as Jungkook got in, closing the umbrella as he set in on the floorboard.

“You comfortable?” He asked, eyes glancing over your figure, once again as if making sure you were fine.

You nodded, but your lack of verbal reply made him frown, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You replied, clearing your throat, “I um…being in something this expensive makes me nervous.” Jungkook snorted, “You won’t do anything that I can’t fix with spare change, promise.”

Spare change…

“Jungkook,”

He hummed in response as he began to drive.

“Do you mind if I ask a question?”

“Depends on the question.” He shrugged.

“...How do you afford this?”

Jungkook laughed, you were taken off guard, his expression even relaxed a little as he sunk further in his seat, “I’m a CEO sweetheart, not to sound like an asshole but that makes generally a lot of money on it’s own, not including under the table.”

It felt like a knot formed in your stomach, Sweetheart? It sounded like dripping honey off his tongue that had you clearing your throat, “Then why work under the table?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Why not?”

You weren’t dumb enough to not understand he was evading the question, and so you left it alone, “Thank you again, for driving me home.”

Jungkook said nothing for a long moment as you glanced at him, before to his fingers that were drumming on the steer wheel, something in his eyes that gave you the impression he was annoyed.

It made you worry for a moment until he spoke, “Your brother…” His expression remained, “He’s good at what he does. But I don’t appreciate his constant concern for saving his own skin though.”

You frowned at his insinuation, “He’s always taken care of me.”

“He left you just minutes ago,” Jungkook replied, his tone the same as if laying out facts and you supposed in a way he way, “People who care about you, don’t leave you somewhere you’ve never been and know is a dangerous place.”

You shook your head, “It’s not like that.”

“Is it?” Jungkook’s voice softened a little before he sighed, “My apologies. I just don’t like seeing innocent people dragged into this side of things, one wrong move, one wrong interaction and you could be a prostitute in that brothel in a matter of minutes.”

You didn’t say anything once more and Jungkook briefly glanced at you and then back towards the empty road, “I’m not trying to scare you, I just want you to be aware of what’s going on, those girls? They aren’t there because they want to be, they’re there because they’re paying off a debt of some kind. Because they didn’t have any other way to pay it off besides their bodies. It’s fucked,” Jungkook shrugged, despite his words he looked nonpulsed, “But that’s the way it works. All I’m saying, is tread carefully.”

Tread carefully….You think about those words often these days. Laid out on the sectional in the foyer your hands rested on your bump as you had been nodding off. It was monsoon season meaning another large bout of rain had come in.

It had made you reminisce about the first time you had met Jungkook, you had forgotten all about that car ride, how it felt being in such a closed space with him, his kind but stern words so…Him.

At the time you had dismissed a lot of things, hell, even up until the last week you had dismissed a lot of things, but the more you thought about it, the more you wondered.

A lot of what if’s had been crossing your mind.

What if you had crossed that line with him?

Many questions had remained unanswered though, questions that you were still hesitant to ask.

His words kept ringing in your mind though, it made you frown.

Tread carefully…

You should’ve listened to him when you had the chance.

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 1 year

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if I can never give you peace — eight || Jungkook

[Moodboard by @jeonlovescoffee]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader // Word count (chapter): 7.5k // Genre: Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, enemies to lovers

↳ It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fights and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

Until he comes back.

Warnings and tags (chapter): toxic parental relationship, explosion, general angst

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“How is everything looking, Hector?” is the first thing you say when you walk though the new building’s glass doors.

The simple action brings you a sense of satisfaction you haven’t felt in a long time, as you take in what you’ve achieved. Of course, the situation is still far from what it was before Mr. X was murdered. The Organization doesn’t own this building, and it’s merely renting one floor from it. It’s also not quite as impressive of a building as you would have liked, but it will have to do, and you know that getting your hands on this place in a couple of weeks is nothing short of a miracle.

But then, knowing which strings to pull and which palms to grease had always been your thing, hadn’t it.

God, it felt good to be back to doing things the way you used to.

“Everything seems to be in order, ma’am,” Hector replies, matching his step to yours as you walk towards the elevator. Despite the fact that it’s still early in the morning, the lobby is already bursting with life. The image you’re giving the group right now is an excellent one. There’s still a lot of work to be done on the floor you’re renting, but that is only temporary and, frankly, you cannot find it in yourself to care about that right now.

“Mr. Jeon should be coming in to check on things in about twenty minutes,” you say as the elevator doors close, his schedule clear as day in your mind. “I want everyone ready.”

Everything won’t be ready by then, even you can only manage so much, but arranging for people to greet him and for his office to be in order should be feasible. You know he won’t be all that impressed by it, can picture his expression of annoyance and vague disgust. Still, it should make it clear that you have everything under wraps and that he wasn’t wrong in giving you free reign in handling the building. As you were taking the steps to do that, you had been able to tell that he wasn’t happy about all of your choices. He’d held back saying anything on that, though.

That was ultimately a good thing, of course, but you weren't sure what to make of it. Before, at least, you knew what you were dealing with. You’d tried to fight back all the paranoid thoughts you’d been having ever since the shift in Jungkook’s demeanor, tried to just trust, for once. That had been— easier said than done. Maybe you just weren't wired that way, maybe you just didn’t have it in yourself.

Knowing, from the looks you sometimes caught him giving you, that the feeling was mutual had brought a surprising sense of comfort.

The elevator doors ding as they open, and you step out on the busy floor. People are rushing in every direction, carrying boxes, chairs, computers, papers, and the occasional plant. Behind a circular desk, directly facing you, a woman is setting up a computer and doesn’t notice you. In fact, no one so much as glances in your direction, and it takes you a few long seconds to find one of the security guards that you’ve hired.

That simply won’t do.

“Who is in charge of watching the elevator?” you ask the man without bothering to greet him.

You see him blink as he tries to figure out who you are. Finally, he seems to recognize Hector and, though he clearly still hasn’t placed you, he must decide that you’re important.

“Sorry, ma’am, we’re pretty busy here, I—”

“One person needs to have eyes on it at all times,” you order. There’s no inflection to your tone, no anger, and yet it leaves no place for discussion. “That is the only thing that is needed of you. Anything, and I mean anything that happens in here must be white noise to you. Is that clear?”

He swallows.

“Yes, ma’am. Understood.”

But you don’t think he does. No matter. You’ll fix it soon enough. Perhaps it would be smart to put one of Jungkook’s men at this spot. You doubt this man truly realizes what is happening here, what this company even is, and, frankly, what he risks, being here. You suppose you’ll find somewhere else for him, and you mentally file the task before briskly turning away from him.

“Mr. Jeon’s office is that way, Hector?”

You barely need to ask. You’ve studied the plans, you've chosen the emplacement for the office, to the point that you already know this place like the back of your hand, even if it’s your first time actually stepping foot in it.

Hector hums in affirmation, following after you as you make your way through the corridor. You don’t miss anything happening around you. You glance at the wide room where half of the desks have already been set up, and at the people who are already there. They’re here to act as the legal front of the business, which really is mostly just a way to launder money. None of them are actually of value, and you haven’t bothered remembering their names or faces, but they’ll come in handy as a group.

You do recognize, in a corner, two accountants that you managed to hire again. You’ll need some more, but these two are capable of actual magic with numbers, and it’s a relief to you that that’s one less thing you’ll have to worry about. One of them looks up, meeting your eyes, and you give her a polite nod, which she returns. The quiet respect of the interaction is one more thing that helps grounding you.

You wish everything could be this simple.

When you walk into Jungkook’s office, you know exactly what you’re going to find. Except what catches your eye isn’t the elegant wooden desk, the leather chair, or the impressive view on the city you have through the picture window. No, it’s the floral arrangement that sits proudly on the desk, and the rich perfume that’s emanating from it.

You don’t know much about the language of flowers. You’ve never had to give it much thought. You do know that you don’t like these colors. Lots of red, dark greens, some unpleasant touches of purple. It’s too intense, jarring, almost tacky. When you take the card that’s planted in the middle, you know exactly what to expect.

‘Jungkook,’ the card reads in elegant calligraphy, ‘I see you keep walking in my father’s footsteps. There are things that we need to discuss. You know where to find me. —A.’

Even though your back is turned to Hector, you only stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the last second, and you want to scold yourself in response to it. If you start letting emotions slip through, you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold them in next time it really matters. You know that. You need to— you need to stop slipping.

The card goes into your wallet. New filing. You’ll have to remember to burn that later.

“Throw these out,” you order Hector. “Take the stairs to avoid running into Mr Jeon, and go out the back. Then try to find out if anyone saw them getting delivered.”

“Are you sure, ma’am? If he finds out—”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

At the finality of your words, Hector just nods stiffly and takes the basket the flowers came in. Not long ago, you would have thought he had an excellent point, would have taken pains to ensure Jungkook wouldn’t find out. It was true that he still wouldn’t be happy about you hiding things from him, but it was— things had changed, too. You didn’t think he would mind that much. He’d probably understand.

Shit. Since when did you work on probably’s when it came to your safety? You needed— you weren’t sure what you needed. To get a grip or to trust him on this?

Anna trying to contact him was undoubtedly bad news, though. Your mind latches to the obvious distraction, all too happy to move away from the dilemma. Thinking of Jungkook's possible reaction to her is enough to make your stomach twist at the thought of what happened last time. You don’t want to have to go find him, all bruised and battered, after spending the night at the Circle. You don’t want to have to see him in that state again. And most of all, you don’t want to think about what he must have felt like, to inflict that upon himself.

You breathe in, slowly. As unreasonable as it is, that is probably your main reason for not letting Jungkook see the flowers and the note. You just, desperately, irrationally, want to protect him. It’s something you did a pretty shitty job at all those years ago, no matter how hard you tried, and it’s something you’d like to do better now, since you have the chance.

That isn’t the only reason, though. You’re also not sure Jungkook can be trusted around Anna. She’s been playing the manipulation game for a long time, possibly as long as she’s been alive, and it’s clear that she still has some form of influence on him. You don’t want to give her a chance at figuring that out — figuring him out. You’re certain that it would jeopardize the Organization, and, again, you don't think that would be good for Jungkook. Falling back into Anna’s arms is the last thing he needs.

Maybe you should put more faith in him, but you’ve been doing a lot of that already, lately. It looks like this is where you find your limits.

You straighten your shoulders, glancing around the room. You cannot stay here immobile, waiting for Jungkook to arrive. Without a doubt, the potent smell hanging in the air is one he will notice. There’s even a strong possibility that that consideration impacted Anna’s choice of flowers.

It certainly would have impacted yours.

You don’t linger on that thought.

In just a few steps, you’re at the window. It takes you a second to get it opened, and when you do, the harsh, cold wind of November comes rushing in. You suppress a shiver, dig your teeth into your cheek to keep them for chattering. To finish the job, you retrieve an air freshener from a nearby closet. You made sure there would be some on hand, considering the fact that a number of hybrids would be working there. While they are not fond of the artificial smell, it’s still better than most of the unpleasant, natural ones that humans don’t necessarily notice.

And, apparently, it can be used when your bitch of an ex-boss keeps trying to sink her teeth in your new one. Like she hasn’t done him enough damage, like she hasn’t hurt him enough, like he won’t forever bare the scars she’s inflicted on him—

You still your movements, mind racing.

You’re used to the gnawing of irritation, the bite of the desire for revenge, the cold feeling of injustice. This white-hot anger is— new. It’s unlike you, frankly, and that fills you with fear. But what you find truly terrifying is the fact that you don’t find completely unpleasant. You should know better. You usually do.

Yet, for some reason, you cling on to this specific emotion.

Why?

“Why the fuck does it smell like that in here?”

Turning around to face Jungkook, the question is yet one more thing that you file away in the complex system that is your brain, making a mental note to come back to it later.

Or not.

“You’re here early, Mr. Jeon,” you say with a polite nod of your head. He’s standing in the doorway, nose scrunched in disgust, black hair falling in soft curls to frame his face and underline that perfect jaw of his. A scowl twists his mouth, no doubt due to the smell he was mentioning. “There was a strange smell in here,” you say flatly, without batting an eye. Not lying but not quite telling the truth either. “I assumed you would rather avoid that in your office.”

He doesn’t question what you say — why would he? — and just lets out an annoyed groan. You’re starting to suspect that it’s just your voice that gets on his nerves. He walks inside the room and looks around critically.

“I suppose this doesn’t look too bad,” he admits after a few second.

“This should only be temporary,” you tell him. “If everything goes well, you should be able to have your own floor.”

‘If everything goes well’ sure carries a lot of weight here.

If he makes it through the next day.

If he’s not horrifically murdered in the next few months.

If you don’t fuck up.

“I don’t know if I like this,” Jungkook comments, and there’s something in his tone that makes you look at him. He’s not really saying this to you, expecting you to react to this information. He’s just— saying it. Sharing his thoughts with you. It throws you off more than you would like to admit. “I’m not going to be running things from behind a desk.”

You bite your tongue, force yourself to think about what you want to say.

“Then think of this as being about your image, Mr. Jeon,” you say. “Ideally, I would prefer if you worked from here, at least until things settle down but,” you keep going, expecting his anger, “I would understand if you didn’t. Still, this place should be safe.” And you add, somewhat self-consciously. “I upped the security.”

He seems puzzled, and then an amused — somewhat mocking, but mostly amused — grin forms on his face.

“As long as you have some hybrids on the team, no one should be able to do what we did.”

You nod politely. You’d thought something along those lines.

“We will ensure that we do.”

“Frankly, even we didn’t think it would be that easy to take you on,” Jungkook adds, burying his hands in his pockets and taking a step towards you. The grin’s still dancing on his lips, and you stare. Is he trying to get a rise out of you?

You realize you’re taking too long to answer, and you look away, though you can tell that he's still looking at you, still smiling. You have no idea what to make of that or what you should reply. So, instead of going down that route, you clear your throat and pull out your phone, looking at it to read the schedule you know by heart.

“There is still work to be done up here,” you say, voice coming back to you now that you’re going down a familiar script, “so most of the appointments you have for today are outside. In the future, we’ll ideally hold most meetings here or in restaurants nearby.” You don’t add that you want to make sure people come to him, in a place where you can be in control, rather than the opposite. You know he wouldn’t like that, and you know he’ll likely keep his habits or going all around town. That is just something you’ll have to compose with.

“Right,” he says, tone just a little too sharp, and you hear all that he doesn’t say loud and clear. You could take issue with it, but you know that he’s making the same kind of effort you are.

You glance up at him and your eyes meet. In that moment, you both choose not to add anything that could get your defenses back up.

“Let’s get it done,” he says, and you nod.

This is something you think you could get used to. Actually, this is— nice, almost.

Almost.

While Jungkook has given you more freedom lately, not forcing you to be on his heels at all time, you are still in his presence more often than not. You are not entirely sure of how much of that is necessary. Since he now actually listens to you, it certainly makes more sense than it used to, but you can’t help but think that there has to be a better use of your time. You did mention, once, the possibility of having someone else filling in for you — someone who would be able to explain the inner workings of the Organization shouldn’t be that hard to find — but Jungkook just let out a dismissive scoff, and you didn’t bring it up again.

You did not want to push your luck, not for something that was ultimately harmless, when it was clear that you had finally reached a fragile truce. You still managed to get things done on your phone while Jungkook did— did his thing, more or less. It involved a lot of talking to people, a lot of handshakes, and many meetings in small offices that you were not always allowed into.

You were familiar with such interactions; Mr. X made sure to meet with the higher-ups at least once a month, and had frequent dinners with them individually. The difference was that Jungkook didn’t limit himself to the higher-ups. They were on the list, certainly, but it wasn’t all that rare for you to have to spend your afternoons in a freezing warehouse while Jungkook was talking with people who were only in command of a small group — sometimes, the meeting involved the whole group.

You did not say a word about it. At this point, you suspected that he knew what your feelings on the matter were, but he didn’t comment on it either. Those were differences that you could accept, especially because you could somewhat see the use in what he was doing.

Mr. X had never done anything to ensure the loyalty of those people and, though you sometimes met with one of your informants in person, neither had you. Usually, fear was enough to keep them in line. But with someone as charismatic and as confident as Jungkook… It was no wonder that that they felt they had a shot.

And, of course, a large number of the people Jungkook met with were hybrids. Some hid their attributes underneath hoodies and gloves; others flaunted them threateningly. You spotted lots of sharp teeth and claws, split tongues, scales, and, on one occasion, additional eyes on the temples of a spider-hybrid, usually hidden behind glasses.

Jungkook fit right in. The way he spoke, the way he held himself, it was obvious that he was seen as one of their own.

The same thing could not be said about you. Your mere presence could offset the balance in the whole room. On the few occasions when you interfered to talk to Jungkook, you were met with glares and even a couple of growls.

While there was no way Jungkook wouldn’t have noticed, he didn’t say anything about it. You weren’t sure what that meant. It seemed unlikely that he was putting you in these situations to make you fear for your life, not when he’d made it clear that you were not to be harmed by his men. That, however, did not help you figure out what his true reasoning was.

You were starting to wonder whether or not there was a reasoning. That was hard to wrap your head around, so unlike anything you had experienced in the years since you had joined the Organization. But then again, Jungkook was unlike anything you had experience since then.

And maybe that was not a bad thing.

During that time, you had started to send Hector do some of your less sensitive work. He’d recoiled at first at the idea of leaving you alone but, for once, he had not seemed too upset when you had insisted. You couldn’t say for sure if that was because he was mad at you or because he believed you when you told him you would be safe. He had simply nodded, and then he’d gotten to work. As it turned out, his heightened sense of hearing was an invaluable ability when he met with people or inspected places. You were always cautious not to send him anywhere too dangerous, of course, and you suspected that he knew that.

Trust might have been growing here, too, now that you thought about it.

Huh.

“This group is in charge of weapons entering the country,” you tell Jungkook in the car. “The government pays close attention to that, so they lay low when there’s no shipment coming in. The recent change in the group’s direction seems to have been well-received, even among the human members.”

Jungkook snorts at that.

“Yeah, ‘cause you would be the first to know if that wasn’t the case.”

“I actually keep a close eye on that group, considering their importance,” you reply, not even blinking at his derisive tone. “I would have heard about it.”

That makes him glance in your direction, raising an eyebrow.

“You have eyes everywhere, don’t you?” This time, he’s not mocking you.

“There seems to have been some movement within the group,” you continue, unwilling to reveal your secrets any more than you need to, “but most of the humans who were there kept their place. If anything, the new arrangement ensures more stability within the group, because the hybrids face less danger.”

You notice a muscle in Jungkook’s jaw contracting at your words, and you know exactly what he's thinking about. While weapons are strictly regulated in the country, humans caught carrying them can essentially get away with jail time, a fine if they’re lucky — or able to corrupt the police. For hybrids, however, punishment could go up to the death penalty. It says a lot about the Organization’s views that the team charged with handling the weapons was mostly hybrids.

So disposable that their lives could be lost to avoid jail time for humans.

“Most humans within the group seem to take no issue with the new arrangements,” you conclude. You’re not sure why you add that; it is an unnecessary assessment. It could be an attempt to ensure that the meeting you’re about to enter will be productive and that Jungkook won’t be out for blood. It could be you trying to stop the situation from worsening.

Or it could be a clumsy way of trying to bring him some comfort.

If that is what you are doing — and you refuse to look into it, refuse to analyze the way you’re feeling right now over something that insignificant — God are you bad at it.

“They better not,” Jungkook just growls.

There is more that you could say. According to your informant, something akin to friendship — comradeship at the very least — has developed within the group. These people look out for each other. Considering what happened in other factions once authority changed hands, you believe this to be significant. But none of this is objective, nor does it actually matter. Factions have been run without any of that for far longer than you've been involved with the Organization.

So you don’t say anything, merely lean back into your seat, and look out the window. The car is smoothly following along the bay, dwarfed by the massive cargo ships entering and leaving the harbor. Despite yourself, you feel your shoulders tensing. You’re always careful when you’re around here — would never set foot in here unless you absolutely had to. It’s too crowded, full of too many people from different factions. The ones that don’t belong to the Organization despise the ones that do. In the best of times, you’re not welcome there.

This is far from being the best of times.

Still, when you get out of the car alongside Jungkook, no one would be able to tell that the atmosphere here makes your skin crawl. Now that you frequently work with hybrids, your control over your breathing has become constant. One less thing for others to pick up on and to use against you; one more thing for you to constantly be mindful of.

You wonder if this should have been harder for you to implement, but the truth is that it only took a few days of effort. The control you have over your body at this point is— absurd, probably.

But even that doesn’t stop your heart from dropping in your chest and your blood from turning into ice in your veins when you spot a familiar face among the small group that is already gathered in the warehouse.

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen him. He’s aged considerably since the last time, grey streaks in his hair, circles under his eyes, and you wonder if anything happened and how he got affected to this job. The last time you had been in contact with him, he was still at the quiet position you had ensured he had, supervising the bouncers in a club that was not so secretly a brothel as well.

You remember the look on Mr. X’s face when you had asked him for the favor, the pleasure he’d taken in seeing you squirm.

You were almost— you were certain that this part of the business had not been affected by Jungkook’s reorganization of things. There was no reason for him to be here.

So then why are you suddenly staring at your father’s face, standing in the middle of a shady warehouse?

Had something happened? Was there an issue with money? Why wouldn’t your family have contacted you and why, why hadn’t you kept better fucking track of his whereabouts, why hadn’t you known—

Your thoughts are interrupted by Jungkook’s voice as he greets the group’s leader, and you immediately try to correct yourself. You can tell that your jaw is clenched too tightly, know that there is probably a tension in your shoulders that looks unnatural. You can only hope that people will blame it on you being a stuck-up bitch; anything that they already believe to be true about you. Anything but the truth.

You barely lay eyes on the man who brings Jungkook in a brief embrace. Hoseok, you’d learned when checking your intel. There are doubts as to what type of hybrid he is. The unnerving smoothness with which he moves makes you suspect snake, but it could just as easily be something else. He shoots you a quick smile, which would have caught you by surprise if you weren’t hyper focused on the situation at hand, wringing your brain in an attempt at understanding it.

The brief speech Jungkook gives is completely lost on you, though, even in that state, you don’t miss how easily he manages to captivate and rile up his audience. Charisma rolls off of him in waves, and no one seems to be immune to it — well, no one but you and your father. His eyes remain bored and he keeps on staring at the ground.

He does not look at you once.

It is not until Jungkook starts talking with people individually that he steps towards you.

“Fred Lucas asked me to relay a message to you, ma’am,” he says.

It’s, objectively, a good lie. He used to work for Fred Lucas, and you’re the only one who deals with him. From the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook glancing at you, looking annoyed. You doubt he’ll look into it very much.

The word “ma’am” still feels like a slap in the face, coming from him.

You tilt your head towards a corner further away in the warehouse. There is wind blowing through the gate, and with the loud noises of the harbor, you’re hoping it will be enough to cover your voices.

“What is it?” you ask, voice quiet, when you get there. “What are you doing there?”

He clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed at your questioning.

“Don’t you think you switched sides a little too quickly?” he asks you in return. “Nothing’s done just yet, and it’s not looking good for you. Some people might think it was an inside job.”

“Then they’ll think that,” you reply without batting an eye. “The choice was between this and death. What are you doing here?”

You see disapproval flash in his eyes.

“You've only delayed things,” he hisses. “You should lie low until the storm passes. Not everyone will find you indispensable.”

You discreetly flex your hand. His chastising tone brings to the surface parts of you that should remain buried at all times.

“I know you got this opportunity handed to you on a silver platter twice now,” he keeps going, shaking his head, “but you won’t always be so lucky.”

You know this should get a rise out of you. You should get angry. You should have something to reply to his words. Instead, you just feel yourself growing emptier and emptier.

Lucky.

He built the altar on which he sacrificed you, and he’s calling you lucky for it.

He’s jealous, a distant part of you supplies. It’s probably true.

“What are you doing here?” you ask for the third time. You bite back any other question, any offer of moving him, should he need your help. You know he would find it humiliating.

You’re not sure why you feel the need to shield him from that feeling, but you still do.

“It’s an important job,” your father replies dismissively. “Might as well take the opportunity to make a good impression.”

You can’t tell if he means that he wants to preserve his life or if he wants to try to climb the ranks of the Organization. You refuse to let yourself think about it, because if it’s the second option you’ll—

You can't think about that either.

“I see,” you nod. “In that case, you know where to reach me should anything be needed.”

For a second, you consider asking him about the rest of your family.

You think better of it before you act on that. You always do.

“Lie low,” he tells you again as the two of you are parting. “It’ll be better off that way.”

It’s only when you reach Jungkook that you consider the possibility that he might have been trying to look out for you. That is a thought that you could take comfort in, and yet you can’t even do that because, no matter how much you look at it, you just cannot find yourself to believe that.

“What did he want?” Jungkook asks you in the car as you drive away from the warehouse, away from the harbor, away from your father, and back to a place where you have control.

It takes a second for things to click into place.

“An update on the Heaven’s Doors situation,” you respond, though his eyes on you feel heavy in that moment. “Or rather, a lack of update.” A vague shrug. “Fred’s usual antics.”

“Is that it?”

You look up at him, meet his gaze. He’s just staring at you and you're not— You can’t read him. You can’t let yourself think that there's something akin to concern in his eyes. Not right now.

So you just nod.

“I will make sure to let you know if there is any actual development, Mr. Jeon.”

He openly rolls his eyes and, thankfully, the moment passes.

If this keeps up, you will definitely need to find a technique to keep that heart of yours in check.

Though you don’t mind being out and about with Jungkook nearly as much as used to, and though you still regularly have to be in the field yourself, you find immense relief in knowing that you have an office to come back to. As the preparations that you’ve made for the floor you’re renting come together, it becomes more and more of a place you can work from.

Of course, that means that every now and again, you cross paths with people you would rather not see. Some mostly harmless, like Fred Lucas, who you’ve learned how to handle, others clearly trying to determine the importance of your role in the Organization. And then there's Junho, the shark hybrid who you thought was going to be your end, who gives you a bright grin that reveals all of his teeth as you walk past the front desk where he's talking with Jungkook.

There is not an ounce of kindness in it.

You walk by with a mere, polite nod towards the two of them. You’d like to think that you haven’t let anything show — you know you’ve suppressed the shiver, you're pretty sure you kept your lips tightly pressed together — but the truth is you know cracks have formed in what used to be a perfect mask. You’ve caught it a few times now, a twitch of your lips, fingers tapping on your thigh. It’s not much. Most people wouldn’t notice it or care.

Yet it worries you, bubbles in your throat sometimes. If you let yourself slip in front of the wrong people, you could reveal too much about yourself. The thought is terrifying to you; not too long ago, it would have meant certain death. The thought that things might have changed and you might not need this anymore to your survival is perhaps just as scary.

What if you crumble? What if all those things buried deep inside your soul wreck everything you've built as they come back up to the surface?

Worse, what if they don’t?

“I’m out of here,” Jungkook announces loudly, though you’re the only one with him in his office. “Are you staying caged up in here?”

You glance up at him to find him already staring at you, jacket slung over his shoulder, and you feel your breath catching in your throat. You can only pray that your poker face holds up as you do, because all of your self-control is needed not to look away immediately. Once more, while you still can, you bury everything that comes with it, and you reply with a perfectly smooth expression.

“There is much left to be done, Mr. Jeon.”

That is not untrue, but if you were honest with him or with yourself, you would admit that the main reason for your decision is that overexerting yourself and coming home to your apartment only to collapse into a dreamless sleep actually sounds like the best way of spending your time these days.

Jungkook’s lips twist in a displeased expression, but he doesn’t seem angry, just annoyed. You can’t help the curiosity that fills you as you examine him. He seems more relaxed around you than he’s ever been. There’s still tension in his whole body, but it is not vibrating with anger and distrust anymore. In his eyes, you also cannot find the hatred you used to see. There’s a lot swirling inside them, it is true, things that you think you could spend hours deciphering, but—

“Suit yourself,” Jungkook shrugs, “but you won’t be able to stay hidden in here all the time.”

You snap back into focus, in time to press your lips together and nod at him.

“If there is anything you would like me to handle outside, make sure to let me know.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but seems to think better of it before snapping at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, turning around and vaguely waving a hand at you, though you cannot tell for sure if it is a salute or if he is merely dismissing you.

“Certainly, Mr. Jeon.”

The glass door closes softly behind him, and your eyes go back to the spreadsheet in front of you. You’ve stared at the numbers for far too long now, but you want to ensure that they are right before forwarding them to one of your trusted accountants. You could handle it all yourself; you’re fairly good with numbers. If there is one thing you’ve learned over the years, though, it’s that you should delegate whenever possible. The hard part, of course, was finding people that you could trust.

As a result, few people in the company, outside from the bosses, are paid as well as the accountants — and are under as much surveillance.

That is how they got Capone, after all, and you have no intention of seeing Jungkook or yourself go down the same way.

Your phone dings while you’re still staring at the numbers and you check it immediately, having effectively trained yourself to do that over years of juggling the informations given by your numerous informants.

The text is brief, three words to be exact, but it makes your blood run cold.

‘All out war’.

You’re on your feet before you can process it completely. Jungkook has left less than two minutes ago, your brain supplies while you rush to the door and then through the corridors. You should still be able to get to him — but the elevators are both taken. You feel more than you notice people throwing you surprised glances. You don’t have time to think about it, nor do you have time to listen to the voice in the back of your brain that comments on the fact that you’ll need to ensure that an elevator is available at all time for the higher-ups.

You’re running down the stairs before you know it. Hector, you realize at some point, though you can’t tell when exactly, would have been faster than you, but he’s probably getting his coffee somewhere on the floor and it’s too late to go get him. On your phone, you try to get a hold of Jungkook, but he doesn't reply, likely because he’s still in the goddamn building and has no way of knowing how swiftly the situation just changed and— Fuck, you need to get to him.

Based on the text you received, you have to assume your informant texted you in the middle of the meeting. Depending on where they are in the chain of command, the decision could have been made hours, maybe a day earlier. Which would leave ample time for them to plant—

You burst through the door of the lobby, earning yourself surprised looks from the people in there — among which you don’t find Jungkook. Normally you would worry of appearances, but you don’t have time for such considerations, and so you run through the lobby, wincing when your ankle twists unpleasantly, and then, finally, through the glass windows, you see him about to get in his car. He seems to be making small talk with the driver, thank God, and then gives you just enough time to walk through the door and call out to him.

“Mr Jeon!”

He turns around to look at you, surprised, while you wince at the way your voice just cracked.

“Changed your mind?” he asks, and you think you see the hint of a smirk on his lips.

You shake your head. All you can think about is that you have to get him away from the car. You gesture at him to approach, but he either doesn’t understand or chooses to ignore it.

“Mr Jeon,” you repeat, “there is something I need you to take a look at.”

Even from where you’re standing, you know he’s rolling his eyes at you.

“Then show it to me,” he replies. “I’m not getting back in there.”

You swallow painfully, eyes going back to the car. No. You’re not getting close to that thing with Jungkook. The two of you are probably at the very top of the kill list, and even if the blast might not kill you if you’re not inside, you know that is a risk the enemy faction would be willing to take, because it is a risk you would be willing to take.

“Mr Jeon,” you say, once more. “Please.” You try to convey everything you need to say into the intonation, but even to your ears, your voice barely varies. This is not an exercise you are used to — far from it, in fact.

You think Jungkook frowns, takes one step in your direction, before stopping himself. He turns to say something at his chauffeur, which you don’t quite manage to catch. He’s not showing sign of moving, and with each second in the open with minimal protection, you feel yourself growing more desperate. This is supposedly a safe part of town — but realistically, with an open war in the Organization, there will be no safe parts of town for the next few months.

“Jungkook!” you finally hear yourself shouting, and his head immediately whips in your direction, eyes wide. This time, finally, he walks in your direction, and the relief you feel is so overwhelming that you can feel your legs grow weak under you.

“What the fuck?” he growls in a low voice when he reaches you. Normally, you’d try to figure out exactly what is going through his mind then — if he’s angry, if he’s surprised, if you’ve made a mistake — but right now, all you can do is exhale in relief.

“It’s war,” you say simply, voice low. “You need to get inside, and we need to call reinforcements for this place.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when Jungkook doesn’t budge and simply looks at you like you've just grown a second head, but it does take you aback. This kind of information would have been enough for you to formulate a dozen instructions — it was enough for you — and you curse yourself quietly for not realizing you needed to express it differently for him. Letting your emotions get the best of you like that… There was a reason why you didn't do that.

“What do you mean, it’s war? I thought you said they were lying low since you started hunting them—”

Your eyes keep darting between him and the street, trying to figure out where the threat is going to come from — because you don't doubt there is going to be a threat. Any second now.

“I was wrong,” you interrupt him. “You need to get inside, Mr. Jeon, please, until we figure out—”

“Don’t bullshit me, if it’s war I won’t be doing it from here, I’ll be—”

You tune him out when you hear a honk. A car arrived behind Jungkook’s. You see the drivers shouting at each other, before Jungkook’s driver gets in his. Quietly, you pray that you were wrong.

The car has moved less than a meter when it blows up.

Then it's chaos. People shouting and running, a burst of flames shooting up in the sky, the smell of burning gasoline.

Jungkook turns around slowly, shouts a name that you don't recognize but that you have to assume refers to the driver. He starts moving in the car's direction, but you regain enough control over your body to catch him at the last second. Your fingers wrap around his arm, and that makes him pause. He looks lost when his eyes find yours.

“Jungkook,” you say, barely more than a whisper, and he likely wouldn’t hear you if he wasn’t a hybrid, “you need to get inside.” Then your voice gets quicker as urgency replaces fear in your veins. You start saying out loud what your brain is processing in the moment, both because you need him to understand the severity of the situation and because you likely won't have time to fill him in later. “They just blew up a car in one of the richest areas of the city. Either they don't care about repercussions by the police, or they’ve already bought the police. Even if you weren’t in there,” thank God he wasn't in there, “they've sent a clear message. They won't stop at anything now. Either they will die in this fight, or—” You swallow, throat suddenly dry. “Or we will.”

Jungkook just stares at you for a few seconds longer. His jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth, and then, slowly, his face hardens. His fingers close around yours, just a second, before he takes your hand off of him.

You hadn’t noticed you were still holding him.

You do, however, notice that the very tip of his fingers linger on your skin, and the gentleness of the gesture.

You choose to make nothing of it.

Once more, he looks at the car, before he looks at you again. He doesn’t look lost this time. He looks resolute.

“He’s dead already,” he tells you. “Let’s get inside and do— whatever it is you said to do. Call— whoever you need to call.” You nod, having to rush to follow his long strides back inside the building. “Let’s show those bastards.”

As the elevator doors close on the two of you, you find yourself staring at the burning car. It is a strong blow, to be struck in front of your headquarters. But Jungkook is alive, standing next to you, and filled with such determination that you want to believe in him against all hopes. So, instead of keeping your thoughts to yourself, you nod decisively.

“Certainly, Mr. Jeon.”

standard author's note: i'm sorry it took me so long, i hope you still enjoyed seeing oc and jungkook after all this time, i hope you'd missed them a little bit and you enjoyed their dynamic, and i hope you liked the chapter :) if you did, it would mean the world to me if you would reblog, comment, or shoot me an ask, everything is welcome! i wish you all a great day and i'll see you in the next one.

lengthy author's note: sooooo, it's been a while. if you've followed my blog you know i've been struggling with various stuff — first finishing my master's thesis, and then just. life in general and writer's block in particular. on top of that, with this story there's such a slow burn that everytime i step away from it, i'm afraid i'll pick things up 'wrong'. you know, if i make them too close/if i make them a step back, if i repeat myself too much (repetition of oc's thought-process is intended but only to a certain degree), etc. i hope this stil works. i'm also... idk, i guess i'm afraid of disappointing people after all this time. it's scary to think that people have waited for so long and might go 'oh, i waited all that time for this'.

and most people have been very sweet about the time i was taking to write the chapter and i'm not saying this to be all 'woe is me' or to get sympathy!! please know you don't have to read this and feel bad for me or comfort me lol, and vice versa if you didn't like the chapter it's all good lol. it's just... that's the kind of things that can make writing harder.

thank you for reading all that, genuinely seeing the continued interest in iicngyp on my blog and continuously getting asks about it by people who were so invested in the characters played a huge part in getting me to write and finish the chapter and i'm endlessly grateful for that. hopefully i'll see you a little sooner next time, and i wish you all the best!

#jungkook x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jjk #hybrid jungkook #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #candywrites #if i can never give you peace #iicngyp

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Checkmate

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tag: Brutal, betrayal, mafia

tropes: angst, enemies to enemies. pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader A/N's note: so it's my first time writing fan fiction on Tumblr feels kinda weird. but I tried my best summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mafia empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. You are an undercover rookie sent in to infiltrate your select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

part 1/ part 2/part 3

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"I have a mission for you." Kim Namjoon says while looking at the screen on the table. "You will see and do things that no one should ever see." he explained "Don't let that shit get to you" he looked up from the screen staring at me with a cold brown gaze.

"Who's the target, sir?" I asked with a firm and confident voice. He turned his screen around and showed me a picture of a man "The boy, Jeon Jungkook". The boy looked completely innocent but then again I should be careful with his tactics. "The heir of Jeon Jung-Hyung, Soon to be the King of the mafia empire." he looked at me as I fixed my glasses "The allegations of his crimes are drug dealing, murder, illegal importation of guns and vice versa." Namjoon said "His side-kicks, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Jeon's mother passed away when he was very young, two or three years? She was murdered by her relatives. Her death made him like this" he sighed "but remember you're job is to work logically not emotionally" then there was a knock on the door "Come in" Namjoon said with a loud voice. in came my senior Jung Hoseok, he gave me a little smile which I gladly returned. Hoseok gave a file to Namjoon "Sir, here is all the information we could find about Jeon Jung Hyung and his son" "Thank you, Lieutenant Jung, you may leave" Namjoon opened the file and looked through it. "L/N you may go now," he said without looking "Yes sir" I was about to leave when "Y/N, I trust you" he looked at me with a little concern in his brown eyes. "Thank you sir for trusting me, I'll do my best to get a hand on him" I reassured him and exited his office.

I sat down with a sigh leaving my lips. I looked at the time. it was almost lunch time, I'm not hungry but I also not full so I continued to do my work on the Jeon case. After a while Hoseok Hyung came behind me "hey y/n, I'm hungry u wanna come with for some Tteokbokki and gimbap? drinks on me." He smiled. "uhhhhh....sure, I need a break anyways" I smiled back at him.

"So how are you gonna handle the Jeon case" he said while taking a bite from his Tteokbokki "I'm still thinking..." I took a sip from my drink. Well if you ever need a good detective one of my friend is best in the town" he said while chewing "first chew your food or else you'll choke" I said while stirring my Tteokbokki, Hyung swallows his food and says "His name is Kim Seokjin, he's a detective for 6 whole years so he is pretty experienced and you know what he's handsome too" he whispered the last part. "I'll talk to him, give me his number and address" I took a bite from my gimbap. he threw a smirk at me and i obviously know what that means. "don't you even dare Hyung, I'm not gonna talk to him because he's handsome alright?" I shook my head.

I plopped on bed closing my eyes for a bit then suddenly my phone rings. I took my phone from the dressing table and looked at the caller id. Kim Namjoon. I picked up the call "yes sir" I said with my usual firm voice "y/n can you meet me at the fountain, please I need to talk to you about the case" meet? at this hour? "sir but isn't it too late?" i said with a frown on my face "uhhhh...okay?" I get up from the bed "and make sure to take the ally ways" ally ways? Everyone know that ally ways are not safe at night, then why the heck is telling me to take the ally ways? "sure sir" I took out a pocket knife and my gun and also some bullets. you never know what will happened next.

(I'll probably make many parts of this series so stay tuned!)

#BTS #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #jung hoseok #mafia au #jungkook x reader #enemies to enemies

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memphisfaith · 1 year

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Chapter 1: The Elites

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 6.9K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, illegal activities.

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

Korea Seoul. The place to be if you're a street racer looking for fame, glory, money, or all three. Lucky for me I’m not really the type, but somehow I always find a way to get mixed up with them.

I’m not a street racer by any means, just a bike rider. A Hawk RPS dirt bike to be more specific. It gets me from place to place and anywhere else I need to go. Not that I go many places anyway, I'm not a student so my bike usually just helps me with my job. My ‘Job’ just being a drive by mugger.

Which leads me back to why I find myself mixed up with street racers. It started as a normal job: wait at the bank, wait for someone easy to come out, snatch their bag, and drive off.

Usually I target women, women have bags making them easier to grab and go. But there was this man, he had silver hair and was dressed well. Branded clothes that I would only be able to see in windows.

I didn’t pay much attention to him going in, until I watched him walk out with a thick handbag. He looked so easy and the bag looked so thick I just couldn’t help myself. It only took me a quick few seconds to climb on my bike, deciding I was going to Rob him.

I had slipped on my helmet and started my bike, I revved it to give it some gas before I sped down the sidewalk and up behind him. He was walking the direction away from me so it made it easy to ride up behind him and snatch the bag from his lax grip.

I didn’t pay any more attention to him as I jumped from the sidewalk and into the street. It was only after I got onto the next major highway did I see a Black Challenger speeding up behind me, and it was only after it pulled up beside me did I see that very same man with the silver hair in the driver’s seat of the car.

He had his windows rolled down and sent me a smug smirk, I had felt a new sense of panic wash over me right then and for multiple reasons. The first reason was the fact I just realized I just robbed a street racer, just the way he drove proved it. The second was that this street racer is chasing me, the most anyone has done after I mug them is scream at me. The last had been that he is actually able to keep up with me on my bike.

Granted my bike isn’t as fast as his car but typically I should have been able to out maneuver him, and by trying to do so triggered the reasoning behind my to-be even bigger issue. For now I’m going to finish how the mess started in the first place.

So as I tried to move away, he always found a way to stay right beside me if not the right behind me. The few times I did manage to get it away it only took a few minutes to find me. In a moment of desperation I made a rookie mistake, a mistake I knew better to make, I turned down an alleyway.

It was an act of my terrible luck that made it so I just so happen to turn into a dead end alleyway, walled off by a ten-foot chain fence. The street racer who chased me blocked off the escape with his car.

He stepped out of his car and waltzed his way to me, seemingly unafraid of the fact I could easily run him over with my bike given the stretch of space between the end of the alleyway where I was at and the entrance where he was.

My heart had been pounding, my hand twitching and itching to gas my bike and pull off. When the man finally made it to me, he smiled. For some odd reason, this man had been crazy enough to smile at me. And it hadn’t been just any smile, but a full blown dimpled smile.

He looked at the bag then me, and then back at the bag then back at me. The look on his face seemed to be thoughtful for a while until he actually spoke, The crazed man offered me a deal. For what reason exactly? Upon being asked he simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders before going on to explain it's been a long while since he had that kind of fun and he’s in need of an apprentice.

And that short interaction is exactly how I was introduced to Kim Namjoon. After that interaction he offered me to take a ride with him in his car, now any normal person would have seen all kinds of red flags. And I did, but the deal he offered me was just too tempting. So, I took the keys from my bike and climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

Namjoon drove us all over Seoul that day, in that time he explained what he wanted and what he could offer me in return. In short he offered me all the money in the bag that I stole and then some if I agreed to be his apprentice.

But to be an apprentice of Kim Namjoon is a dangerous thing. He didn’t explain who he was or what he did when I first agreed. In time I learned who he is: Kim Namjoon the world renowned ex criminal heist driver, Kim Namjoon the founder and ringleader of the most exclusive street races in Korea, And Kim Namjoon The Dark God of the most elite street racing group in the world. I was the apprentice of THAT Kim Namjoon, and I only found out after I agreed. To his credit he didn't seem like the type, just a really rich car lover with too much time on his hands.

Either way, I didn’t know what I was getting into until the first lesson was scheduled. Which included an introduction to car mechanics. One of the first rules he gave me, If you plan to drive it you better know how it works first.

That one lesson started the months upon months of training, and during that time I got to know him more as Kim Namjoon rather than THE Kim Namjoon. The Kim Namjoon I grew to know is shy and easily excitable, even if it's over the smallest things. He has a hard habit of biting the inside of his cheek if he’s angry or frustrated, he rubs his fingers over his lip when he thinks, and he is incredibly unbelievably clumsy. He’s smart in ways a book can’t educate someone in but he’s also dumber than a brick when it comes to things like proper common sense.

I know Kim Namjoon better than THE Kim Namjoon, but that took time. Starting out THE Kim Namjoon is all I ever knew. The cold self preserving one, the one that’s escaped countless cops all over the world, the one that took over the Korean street racing scene in a mere few months, the one that gathers with the most talented and fearless drivers from all over the world. I met him on more than a few occasions, mostly when he had put me behind the wheel for my driving lessons.

He built me up from scratch, when he first put me behind the wheel he told me to take all I know about motorcycles and what I think I know about driving and to take it all and throw it out the window. And that's exactly what I did, although it was hard to get out of habits I’ve grown when driving my bike but I did it. I did because of one simple lesson he told me late one night out in a store parking lot when we took a break from driving.

He had been frustrated with me, I kept making simple mistakes and made calls that came from the instincts I used when I drove my bike. Needless to say he wasn’t all too happy with my mind set, so...he moved me into the passenger seat and took control of the wheel.

Then...He went rogue, going crazy speeds, pulling dangerous turns, and cutting it close with other cars. I was screaming harder than my lungs could take and I held on to his leather seats for dear life. When he finally stopped I remember my heart pumping wildly and my ears ringing, I remember him calling my name but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, fear lacing every nerve I had.

I remember fear shooting up and washing over my body as he cupped my chin and pulled it up to look at him. He held my head up and forced me to have eye contact with him, and as clear as day I heard him say “When you drive it isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about survival, it’s about being able to get out even if you have to leave someone behind. Always. Always have an exit plan. Even if it's just for you, hell you should always have an exit plan for yourself.” he spoke sternly.

I remember his eyes, the way his warm colored brown eyes looked so cold, so heartless. “Because why?” He continued holding my face a little tighter, not enough to hurt me but enough to make me aware. “Because it's about survival.” I had whispered, after my answer he nodded “And how do we survive?” He continued.

“By Always having an escape plan.” I answered. Namjoon smirked at me before nodding. He let me go and got out of the car, he circled the hood and opened my door before pushing me over to the driver's seat. “Now...Let’s go again.” He ordered, and after that everything was wiped.

It was like he clicked a reset button in my head, and with that reset button the rest clicked into place. Every time he taught me something new I felt myself hang off every word and slowly his words forged themselves into my head like some kind of religious ideals. I was always strict with myself to follow his words, to follow his instructions, because I knew that he would be the one to help forge my escape plan.

I think Namjoon came to realize this too, because after some time he grew...softer, which is how I came to know simply Namjoon. The less stern and more concerned version of him. Back then when he normally trained me, It was always about getting ahead and sharpening my skill set. There was always a need to improve and learn, but then something changed, he started ask me about my day, asking if I was doing okay or if I needed something, he took me out to eat after training, and training started to consist of us simply sitting on the couch in his garage and watching a racing movie just so I could listen to him point out all the flaws, incorrectness, and false ideas in them.

I don’t know what caused the stir but it threw me for a loop, after months...almost half a year of him treating me harshly and bluntly, he just changed. It was odd, but the rest of that year was a lot more lax and more endearing, our lessons became less and less about survival and more and more about enjoying the ride. He became more like a guardian rather than my teacher.

And that's how he came here, a year after meeting him, a year after training. He finally made the call...the call to introduce me to the elites.

I swallow hard as I look over at Namjoon, he sat lax in the driver’s seat of his signature black 1970s Dodge challenger. The very car I met him with and the very car he trained me with. Namjoon who dressed a little more appropriately rather than his grease stained white beater and ripped jeans, he wears a white T-shirt with a jean jacket thrown over it and black jeans. His hair, once fully silver, now has darker roots and the color has been touched up just yesterday for the occasion. He spent an hour this morning slicking it back and styling it in place. To finish the look he wore a dark pair of squared sunglasses.

I was a little surprised when I showed up to find him so put together, after all I only wore dark ripped jeans, a T-shirt, and my worn leather jacket. Namjoon wasn’t all that impressed by my outfit and demanded I change, that demand started a thirty minute argument.

The argument being that I didn’t have clothes quite up to par. He was a little shocked to learn that I haven’t spent much of the money I’ve gotten from him. He had assumed I, being a girl, I would have spent a lot of it on clothes and makeup. Well, he was wrong. After the argument we had to make a quick stop at the nearest store, and by nearest store I mean nearest branded store, which just so happened to be chanel.

Namjoon parked in an illegal parking spot at the front of the store before pulling me inside. An attendant quickly helped him pull an outfit right off a mannequin before she pushed me into the dressing room while Namjoon paid.

The outfit was simple, much like his, but still had quite a bit of effort put into it. I ended up in a loose floral pattern shirt with a sky blue circle skirt. I don’t like loose fitting clothing and I don’t like driving in a skirt. The attendant tried to take my jacket but I refused not to wear it. It clashed with the whole outfit but it was the only part that was me.

After I came out Namjoon rushed us to the car so we wouldn’t be late, looking down at my clothes I feel like if I tried hard enough before I could have put something together out of my own clothes. Instead I’m stuck with whatever this is.

Namjoon looks over at me and before glancing back at the road. “You don’t like it?” He asked, I shook my head nervously. I didn’t want him to think I’m being ungrateful and get angry with me. I flinch as I hear him sigh, I glance up as I feel him pull the car in another direction away from where he was heading in the first place.

My eyes widen as I watch him pull down a street and into a parking spot in front of a thrift store. “Come on, we don’t have much time.” He called as he got out. I didn’t hesitate to follow after him as he walked to the front door, he held it open for me before following me in. The air in the store is cold but I follow his directions and hurry over to the clothes so we won’t be too late.

I shuffle through the pants first deciding that pants are much more needed than a different shirt if we ran out of time. I shuffle through them before reaching the shorts, I shift through them before settling on a black jean shorts that fray at the bottom hem. “Are you sure? They seem kinda short.” Namjoon spoke up behind me. I shot him a confused look before looking back down at my choice.

I swallow hard and don’t think too much about it as I put it back and went back to looking. “No, No, it's fine!” Namjoon panics as he pulls them back off the rack. “You sure?” I mumble, “Yes, it’s fine. Whatever makes you comfortable. I need you to dress in what makes you the most confident. The people you're about to meet are going to judge and pick on you quite a bit. Dressing confidently will make them take you more seriously.” He informed me.

I take his words to mind before quickly getting back to the search. It doesn’t take me long before I find a fitting white tank top and a pair of radiator sunglasses. On the way to check out I picked up some lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. As Namjoon paid I put a pack of gum up and placed it in the pile.

As soon as Namjoon paid I rushed to the dressing room and changed. I felt myself relax a little more when I got into the much more comfortable clothes. I pull my hair up in a ponytail as I leave the room, Namjoon is already by the door and opens it for me before following me out.

Once back in the car Namjoon sets back on track, I put on my makeup in the car careful not to mess up with Namjoon driving. The ride is smooth thankfully, and by the time noon passes we’re leaving the city. In that time I think about the Elites that Namjoon is all too eager and nervous for me to meet.

Namjoon has told me about the elites; he knew them personally, some more than others, but he knew them. He’s told me who they are and a couple of stories about them, some more than others. He takes the time to explain why finding an apprentice is such a big deal. The concept is based on a tradition that the founders set up to insure a better chance of successful legacies. The Rule states elites are to take on an apprentice after seven years of being initiated into the group, They can pick and train as many as they like but they are all required at least one in their time as an Elite. However, being an apprentice of an elite does not guarantee them a spot in the group.

Apparently Namjoon has been on the hunt half a year before he met me, he was at risk of getting kicked out for it too. Everyone else in the society had already found and had been training their apprentice by the time we met. Needless to say he admitted to being hard on me because we had to catch up to the rest of them.

“We’re almost there, review time.” Namjoon spoke up, not taking his eyes off the road. “We don’t need you going in and getting bullied. I won’t stand for it, but I can’t be there to stop all of it. I need to know you’ll be able to stand your ground.” He continues, and as he does I notice a hard look spread across his face yet he still looks ahead to the road. “Yes sir,” I mumble slightly, “Speak louder, they’ll take advantage of your weak voice,” He grumbles.

Before I can respond he's already speaking up, “Who is Kim Seokjin?” Namjoon asks. “Kim Seokjin is a retired race car driver. He’s won countless races and titles before being forced to retire, however he started street racing because he didn’t feel his time as a driver was over. He is known as the stallion among the street racing communities because of his iconic pink mustang.” I answer. Namjoon nods in approval, “And his apprentice?” He questions, “Jeon Jungkook was an aspiring race car driver being mentored by Seokjin before he retired, Jeon Jungkook followed Seokjin into his retirement and into street racing. He’s been with him ever since, which is why he was named Legacy.” I answer.

“And who is Min Yoongi?” He continues, “Min Yoongi is a legendary mechanic known for his dangerous cars and powerful heist trucks. You have a history of working with him on occasion as well as collaborating for new heist truck designs. Min Yoongi has a sour and cold personality and is known as The Hell Cat among racing communities.” I continue to answer.

“Good, now who is Kim Taehyung?” He smirks, “Kim Taehyung is the apprentice of Min Yoongi. Kim Taehyung is a high stake street racer, who often wagers cars as prizes. Kim Taehyung became Yoongi’s apprentice by winning a one of a kind car made by Yoongi, which he wanted back after he found out the person he sold it to lost it to Taehyung. The two wagered a race and Yoongi came out on top, despite this Yoongi still offered him the opportunity to become his apprentice because of his skill. Because Of Kim Taehyung’s ability to coax and wager so many high stake street races people call him the hustler.” I answer.

“And who is Jung Hoseok?’ Namjoon chuckles, “Jung Hoseok is a notorious street racer in the Seoul district but is widely known all over the world for his expensive taste in exotic cars and ability to piss off any police officer in the area while not getting caught. Jung Hoseok is a global street criminal charged with violation of every kind of street traffic law in existence. Jung Hoseok is known for his hellish speed therefore he was dubbed the Street Demon.”

“And his Park Jimin?” Namjoon muses, “Park Jimin, is regularly known as a popular show boy. However, his ability to slip in, out, and through the police radar caught the attention of Jung Hoseok. Park Jimin has been to the police station more than his fair share of times but has yet to be charged with any crime to date. Not only that Park Jimin’s ability to avoid and slip by police is almost unheard of, the only other person known for doing such things is you, but because of this ability he earned the name jailbreak.” I finished.

Namjoon grins proudly, “good girl, I have a feeling they’re going to underestimate you and when they do. I want you to give them hell for it.” He laughs. I nod my head with a small smile and it wasn’t too long after that conversation did Namjoon pull into a farmhouse driveway with a large barn-ish looking garage off to the side.

In the driveway ahead of us sat six other cars, ranging from classics to luxury to speedway cars. I pop a stick of gum in my mouth before pushing up my sunglasses, Namjoon parks behind a 1970s silver Chevelle with two black racing stripes. Namjoon walks around the car and opens the door for me.

I step out and shoot him a small smile. As soon as I’m out of the way he closes the door and locks the car. He led me to the house where he stopped just before the door. “Are you ready (y/n)?” He questions softly. I nodded and stood straighter, Namjoon smiles at me softly before opening the front door.

Upon entering the house I’m met with six faces. I swallow hard and look at each and every one of them. I can only guess who is who, The one with the biggest shoulders I’ve ever seen is definitely Seokjin, the pissy one is definitely Yoongi, and the one glaring at me must be Jungkook. Namjoon mentioned Jungkook would most likely take my presence the worst. He mentioned before that Jungkook considered himself the unofficial apprentice of Namjoon, and Namjoon often mentored him when Seokjin didn’t. Needless to say Jungkook wasn’t too happy when Namjoon announced that he had found himself an official apprentice.

I scan the others unsure of who they are. There's one with pretty sheer blond hair and a slender body, he has full lips and big cheeks, all in all he's insanely attractive...Must be Jimin. There is a man with fire red hair and looks like he is physically glowing, he must be Hoseok. The last person stands on the other end of the room leaning against the wall, he has a stony face with long curly black hair. The only person that could be is Taehyung.

Despite all the pep talking Namjoon did I freeze when all six eyes locked onto me, I shrunk down but as soon as I did I felt Namjoon’s warm hand press to my lower back nudging me further into the room. It stays there as we walk further into the room.

“(y/n) I’m sure you know everyone, but everyone this is my apprentice (y/n).” Namjoon introduces. I see a few smiles and curious expressions, but I hear a very noticeable scoff from Jungkook’s direction. I look over just enough to see Seokjin give Jungkook a blunt love tap to his back.

I glance at Namjoon with masked worry, I feel his thumb circle my back comfortingly. “Hello (y/n), My name is Seokjin and this is my apprentice Jungkook as you know but it’s always polite to introduce yourself anyway.” the elder man smiles. I nod my head in greeting but Jungkook simply rolls his eyes. “Aish, brat. Say hello!” Seokjin demands over to the youngest.

Jungkook simply looks in my direction and gives a non committal nod. I look to the rest of the room and greet them nervously hoping it would distract me from Jungkook’s burning gaze. Jimin is the first to come up and physically greet me, his mentor right behind him.

As Jimin approaches his arms swing open, I don’t think twice before I flush myself into Namjoon’s side and tuck in at the quick motion. I watch carefully around the corner of his side as Jimin physically freezes in place. The room became tense, unbearably tense. I curl deeper into Namjoon’s side and block my vision from the room.

The room is quiet for a minute until laughter rings through the air, I feel my heart sink at the sound of, no doubt, Junkook’s laughter. “How do you expect her to race if she completely recoils by Jimin of all people?” He laughs. “Jungkook.” Namjoon rumbles, the room once again goes quiet at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. “Let’s talk outside.” He requests, but the tone he uses makes it clear he isn’t asking.

I feel Namjoon start to pull away from covering me so I grip the back of his jacket tightly. Namjoon turns to look at me and he gives me THE look. I instantly let go and duck my head. Namjoon pulls away and I’m fully brought back into view. I tuck into myself feeling completely naked.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon addressed, “Watch over her for me.” He asks politely unlike how he addressed Jungkook. Yoongi stood from his seat and slowly made his way over to me, as soon as he came within a foot of me he stopped and held out his hand. “Hello, I am Yoongi.” He spoke quietly. I lift my head up to look at the dark haired man.

Namjoon trusts Yoongi more than anyone else in the world, he’s the one person he trusts without question. So I should too, I looked at his hand as he patiently waited for me to take it. I take Yoongi’s hand with hesitation, but he squeezes it comfortingly before giving me a small pull in his direction.

He pulls me closer to him and wraps his arm around my body yet not touching it. He guides me back to his seat and lets me sit down. His apprentice slowly approaches from along the wall. “Hello (y/n)” Taehyung smiles, his face no longer stony and cold but boxy and warm.

“Hello,” I all but whisper, Taehyung suddenly drops into a squat in front of me startling me with the sudden movement. “Do you like cars (y/n)” he asks tilting his head curiously, I nod my head. “I like motorcycles better though.” I inform, doing my best to make an effort and adjust.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he gasps a little. “Thats cool, I heard that Namjoon had to teach you from scratch.” He awes. “Something like that,” I murmur, “Do you like cars?” I question, yet already knowing the answer. Taehyung’s face lights up with a big smile, “I love cars!” he beams, but his face morphs into something a little more darker yet still holds the same excitement from before. That is a very dangerous look. “I have quite the collection.” He smirks, “Ah, I assume so. You know, given your reputation and being Yoongi’s apprentice.” I mumble with a small smile as I shift to loosen myself up from my tense position.

Taehyung smiles again, he opens his mouth to say something but the front door slams open to reveal a fuming Jungkook. I flinch and curl up again as I watch him stalk over to me. As he gets closer I sink myself further into the chair. Yoongi steps forward and holds out his arm keeping Jungkook from getting too close.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke bluntly, but it sounds forced and unmeaningful. Knowing he doesn’t mean it I don’t say anything to accept it. “Are you going to accept my apology or not?” He questions harshly after a moment of silence. “I don’t think she has to with that attitude of yours Jeon.” Yoongi chimes.

Jungkook scowls at his elder which causes Yoongi’s glare to sharpen. “I’d watch myself if I were you Jungkook.” Yoongi spoke lowly. “JUNGKOOK!” Seokjin snaps, “JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HER DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN GO AROUND AND START MORE PROBLEMS WITH EVERYONE ELSE!” He scolds loudly. Namjoon walks in with knitted eyebrows, it only took him a few seconds for him to grasp the situation.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon growls darkly, “I thought I told you to apologize not to make it worse and start more problems!” Namjoon snarls. “She wouldn’t accept my apology!” Jungkook defends completely ignoring his mentor. “Can you blame her? You practically snarled it at her!” Seokjin chides.

“It’s not my fault! She probably can’t understand anyways! She hasn’t been going to school for over a year and a half!” Jungkook scoffs crossing his arms. My blood runs cold. My eyes widen and they immediately dart over to Namjoon. But Namjoon is already looking at me, silently asking if it was true, I couldn’t hold his gaze and I knew he got his answer just from that.

“And how exactly would you know that?” Namjoon asks carefully, in an eerie calm tone. One that unsettles me in an unmeasurable fashion. “We go to the same school in seoul. I hear her name in role call for at least one of my classes every year.” Jungkook grunted. Namjoon looks at me again and points one terrifying finger at me, “we’ll talk about this later.” He concludes before moving his finger over to Jungkook. “And you better be on your best behavior or there will be serious consequences.” He warns before lowering his hand.

“Yes sir,” I answer as soon as he finishes talking. “(y/n) are you okay?” He asks, his tone still slightly stern. I mutely nod my head, afraid my voice will give him any reason not to believe me. The look he gave me told me he didn’t believe me anyway but he’s willing to let it go until we get to a more private setting.

“Come on (y/n), I’ll show you the garage.” Taehyung spoke up. Taehyung's large hand is held out for me, I look at Taehyung for a moment and couldn’t help myself from playing with my hands to seem like they’re occupied.

Taehyung’s smile falls a little before he backs away, he waves for me to get up this time. I glance at Namjoon to see him talking to Seokjin and Yoongi off to the side. Namjoon seems to feel my gaze, he glances in my direction then Taehyung’s before nodding me over to him.

He watches as I stand up and doesn't look away until we walk out the front door. Taehyung leads us all the way to the large barn before pulling the giant doors open. I gasp as the entire space is open and filled with tools and cars. Unlike the wooden outside the barn inside has a layer of metal making up the walls. Tools of all types are hanging from them and in a far corner there are a few blueprints mounted on the wall.

There are car frames and engines elevated in the air from the chains that fall from the sealing and elevation racks as well. In the space that chains don’t hang, Industrial Lights hang there instead. There's a loft that I can’t see into at the back of the barn and below it are a few finished looking cars.

In short the entire area looks like a grease monkey’s playground. “Doesn’t the place look amazing! Me and Yoongi work here the most, sometimes we’ll have some of the guys test out some first models in the back field when we need it.” Taehyung informs. I nod along as he explains, but my eyes wander all over the place.

“Can you tell me how you met Namjoon?” He questions suddenly, I snap my head over his direction. “Did he not tell you?” I question in return, Taehyung shook his head with a thoughtful look. “No, when we asked, he had this smile smear across his face and it looked like he was laughing at something in his head. But he eventually just shook his head with that same stupid dopy smile.” he recalls.

I feel a sense of warmness swell in my chest upon hearing Taehyung’s explanation. “See! you’re making it too!” Taehyung wines, sticking a finger in my face, “Make-Making what?” I sputter. “That same dopey smile!” He sighs, “You really are the legacy of the dark god. I wonder what everyone will call you?” Taehyung continues with the same breathy sigh. “What do you mean call me?” I question raising an eyebrow, Taehyung raised one in return only a playful smirk is itched onto his face. “Oh you know, your little street name. You weren’t established before meeting Namjoon like Jimin and I, so people will most likely call you something relating to Namjoon like what happened with Jungkook. “ He muses.

I cringe at the sound of Jungkook’s name. “Oh,” I mumble, “It’s not a bad thing!” He quips looking panicked by my less than enthusiastic response. “I bet it’ll be cool! After all, Namjoon is known as ‘The Dark God’. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about being named something lame.” Taehyung soothes.

“Thanks,” I muse with a small smile. Taehyung seems to beam at my reaction. “Can I ask you a question?” I spoke softly, afraid he’ll say no. I tense up ready for the rejection. Instead I’m put off by the bright smile and over enthusiastic nod he shoots my way in response. “Oh, umm...Well, I was just. You know, kinda wondering if…” I stall, but by the way he’s looking at me I can tell he doesn’t mind at all.

“Iwasjustkindofwonderingifwecouldbefriendsafterthis?” I question quickly, and as soon as it leaves my mouth I duck my head unable to look at him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, I’m pretty sure I scared Jimin away earlier and I’m a hundred percent sure Jungkook hates me. I just don’t want to be by myself when things like this happen, because I’m sure Namjoon wouldn't want me sticking around him all the time when all the other mentors are around! And—” I rant, but I’m cut off by Taehyung’s hand gripping mine.

Instead of pulling away like I usually would, I grip them tightly hoping this could calm me down a little and show him I’m serious. I shake a little but Taehyung’s thumbs roll circles over the back of my palms.

I take a deep breath and push my head up to look at him. Upon meeting his face I’m greeted with an endearing ear to ear smile. “I think we can be friends, but…” He trails off, I feel my heart sink but Taehyung is quick to speak upon on seeing my sad expression. “ONLY IF YOU CALL ME TAE!” He yelps quickly, My mouth falls open and I let out a small giggle at his panicked face.

I see Tae’s face return to ear to ear smile at the sound. “Ah, it must have been fate Namjoon! Our two protégés getting along just like we do.” Someone sighs out in a blissful tone.

I almost snap my neck to look in the direction it came from. At the entrance to the garage is Yoongi and Namjoon both standing there with smirks smeared across their face. I feel the heat of embarrassment crawl its way over my body. I jerk my hands away from Taehyung’s and fold them into my body.

Namjoon lets out a sigh, “Come on Yoongi, you can’t tease her too much or she’ll never get out of her shell. Isn’t that right baby girl?” Namjoon calls over. I shrink further into myself at the pet name. He rarely calls me that, he only does it when he's feeling especially fond.

“Baby girl? Offly soft with her aren’t you Namjoon.” Yoongi calls out. I feel the heat of embarrassment grow in my face, I cover my face with my hands to cover my undoubtedly red face. “I was anything but soft on her when she started her training.” Namjoon defended.

Yoongi hums in dismissal, but I can tell by his tone he doesn’t believe him. “Come on (y/n), where are those pretty eyes of yours?” Namjoon's teasing voice rang out as I felt his hands try to gently pull my hands away from my face. I shook my head and bowed my head lower to keep his hands from pulling mine away.

He eventually pulls my hands away and I glare at the wide grinning dimpled man in front of me. “Come on baby girl, we gotta start heading home now.” He smiles softly wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

As we walk to the garage door, Taehyung comes running up from behind me. “Here! Call me! Or text me! Doesn’t matter!” He grins, handing me a crumpled piece of paper that looks like it's been flattened in order to write the digits written across the middle of it. I took it with a small smile, unable to tell him I don’t actually have a phone. I guess I’ll have to invest in one with the large sum of money I still have yet to spend.

I stuff the paper into my jacket pocket before Namjoon leads me to the car. Namjoon opens the passenger door, once I climb in he closes it before walking around to the driver’s side.

I watch out the front window as Taehyung waves from the barn door, Yoongi standing behind him. On the porch is Jin waving with Hoseok, with them is Jimin waving softly in my direction and off to the side is Jungkook not even bothering to look in our direction.

Namjoon lets us sit in silence for a while until he finally looks in my direction. “Are we going to talk about it?” He questions in a soft tone, “Do we have to?” I question in return unable to look in his direction. “We do.” He answers, “Look at me.” he demanded softly. Unable to do it I sink into my seat, “(y/n) I said look at me.” He repeats in a more stern tone.

I hesitantly look at him but not in the eye, knowing that's the best he’s probably going to get Namjoon sighs. “I’m not angry,” He starts, “I just want to know why?” He questions. I shrug and look back to the road briefly, “(y/n)” He warns. My chest sinks “I just, I just.” I huff, frustrated I can’t get it out. “Come on (y/n) out with it.” Namjoon urges, I feel my chest flare up in frustration. “I JUST DIDN’T HAVE ANYONE TO MAKE ME GO, SO I DIDN’T” I snap, hot angry tears falling down my cheeks. I bite my trembling lip so I won’t seem as pathetic as I’m actually feeling.

I jerk as Namjoon harshly pulls the car over to the side of the road. I don’t have time to process Namjoon unbuckling his seat belt and scooting over to my side of the seat. He pulls me flush against his chest and holds me there. My shaky hands grips the front of his jacket as I lean my forehead against his chest.

My hot angry tears continue to spring from my eyes and soon the hiccupping set in. One of Namjoon’s hands rubs in long smooth circles around my back. After the crying stops the heaviness of sleep sets in. Namjoon pulls me over to his side and leans me up against him before he starts the car again.

I fall asleep against him and he only wakes me up when we enter the city. “Give me your address, let me take you home.” He whispers, My eyes widen but I try not to show it. “No it's okay, just drop me off at the garage. I want to walk home.” I mumble. “No, I don’t think so. It’s late.” He disapproves. “It’s okay Namjoon. I need the air and I live in the safer part of town.” I sooth.

Namjoon is quiet for a minute before he sighs, “Okay, just make sure you get home okay.” He urges. I nodded my head with a small smile. Once Namjoon gets to the garage I climb out on the sidewalk. “Come in early tomorrow okay.” He spoke through the window. I nodded my head with a smile.

I watched him pull into the garage before making my way down the sidewalk to home. On the not so safe part of town, to the not safe home.

Masterlist // Next ---->

#Jeon Jungkook x reader #Jeon Jungkook x y/n #Jeon Jungkook x you #Jeon Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook smut #Street Spirits

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thehopelessromanticclub · 2 years

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I Love You

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, domestic au, angst? idk

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Being a 'not-so affectionate' person, you rarely said I love you. but this was hurting him. So now you're gonna make it up to him.

Warning: None

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Love… What is love?

Strong feelings of affection?

Extreme feelings of attraction and need?

Well, then let me tell you, it’s not just about the loving, sudden feeling of affection and attachment, it’s also about those petty little arguments and conflicts. It’s about the disagreements that comes in with a relationship.

For where there is love, there is life….

On the phone:

Jk: when r u coming home??

Y/n: it might get late, there’s this seminar coming up that I need to prepare for.

Jk: oh… then I’ll get the dinner ready.

Y/n: Ne, gomawo jagiya. (Cheesiness lacing in your voice, while you heard a chuckle on the other end.)

J/k: I’ll wait for you.

Y/n: Don’t stay up late though, you have work tomorrow and we both know how grumpy you can get if u don’t sleep properly. (You said ordering like a mother to her child.)

Jk: Ok eommonie. (Both chuckling at his response.)

Jk: Ok then bye, I love you.

Y/n: I love me too.

Jk: C’mon say it back.

Y/n: What?

Jk: Don’t play dumb. Say you love me.

Y/n: Yeah, yeah whatever.

You were never the type to always go on about boasting about your love for him. Ending each conversation with ‘I love u’s’, was rarely your thing, while Jungkook on the other hand was your complete opposite. True he was not good at showing affection, but he always made sure that you felt loved and cared for.

He always quoted an ‘I love you.’ at the end of every phone call between you two, a form or more like his form of saying “be safe, I need you here with me.” Not gonna lie, u lived for it, although u never gave the typical ‘I love you too.’

Time skip

You heard a beep on your phone, indicating you received a text message making you turn your attention towards your phone. It was none other than your boyfriend.

“The food is on the table.” it read. You were smiling ear to ear. Someone said it true, “when you are in a relationship, the smallest things have the biggest impact.”

You still remember the initial stages of your relationship. It used to be so awkward owing to the so-called introvert personality of both of you. He used to be so shy around you. Words were rarely exchanged. The first time he held your hand, it was so special. It was a magical experience. Forget the butterflies, the whole zoo was dancing in your stomach. A pretty shade of pink evident on your cheek. And even he knew the effect he had on you. You still get teased by him now, on how he could feel your heart palpitating wildly under your fingertips.

Whenever you both fought, instead of hugging you, he would make you your favorite dish to say he wants to make up.

You still have that heartfelt letter he wrote for you on your first anniversary. It was simple, childish yet it was the most adorable thing. In your relationship, ‘sweetness’ had a whole new concept.

Days turned into months, and months into years and you both still look at each other the same way when it all started.

Time skip

At home

“I’m home.” You whispered, more like to yourself, as it was pretty late and you didn’t want to wake him up in case he was sleeping. And yup, you were right. He was sleeping. But at the wrong place.

“I’ve told him a countless number of times not to sleep on the sofa.” You muttered going towards him.

He looked so cute while sleeping. His face squished between his arms and a pout evident on his lips. it should be made illegal to be this cute. You blew on his face in order to wake up this sleepyhead. Your face was so close to his face that all that was left wass to lay a kiss on his face. You laid a quick kiss on his lips.

“Let me sleep.”

“Yah! I told you not to wait for me.” to which he just gave you a smile with his eyes still closed.

“Why didn’t you pick up your phone when I called you?”

“My phone died. I tried doing CPR but I couldn’t bring it back to life.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“I know right.” You both broke into fits of laughter.

“Anyway, can I use your phone, I need to tell the professor that I submitted my thesis.” He gave you his phone without any hesitation. You unlocked his phone by entering the passcode which was your birthday. How sweet. I know right.

You were welcomed by a google tab still waiting to be closed.

If my girlfriend doesn’t say I love you back, does that mean she doesn’t love me? read the words on the search bar.

Your world paused for a moment.

"She doesn’t love me?" as in?

You swear you read the words at least 10 times to make sure your eyes weren’t betraying you or that you were seeing things.

Your eyes immediately went to him. Sitting there scratching his scalp without any clue. Why didn’t you ever realize the fact that you were hurting him indirectly? why couldn’t you notice his pain? The pain that he so skilfully hid behind the mask.

“Are you done?” His words broke your train of thought.

“Oh...yea-yeah, I’m almost done.” You quickly sent the respective message and handed him the phone back.

“I’m going to the bedroom, come quickly but not before you eat your dinner. Arraseo?”

You passed him a nod as an affirmation. He left to the bedroom but not before giving you a smile and a kiss on your forehead.

Time skip

You were laying on your side of the bed with not a single trace of melatonin in your system, with him by your side snoring as if there’s no tomorrow. He secured you tightly by your waist. He had this sensor in his arms that always made its way to your waist whenever you laid beside him no matter how deep in his sleep he was.

The words from earlier were still so fresh in your mind. You were shocked. That would be an understatement. It was a mix of emotions. You were hurt? yeah maybe a bit, but not by him but yourself. You never realized your lack of expression was hurting him, upsetting him.

You didn’t even realize it when tears started escaping your eyes. You were so disappointed with yourself.

Y/N POV

Before I met him, I didn’t even think love was for me. It was something other people had and felt. Something in movies and in TV shows. It felt more like a wish I had than something real. Now that he’s with me, love is so much more tangible. It’s so much more magical than I ever imagined it would be. It’s so much more than a wish or a hope. He is the reality to all my imaginations.

I love him so much more than I could ever convey. But I guess I failed to express it.

“don’t worry Jungkook-ah, I’m gonna make it up to you.”

Time Skip

Author’s POV

Rays of the sun made their way through the window as they always did and fell on his face making him scrunch his face at the ‘sorry, you’re-not-welcome-now’ light. He was never an early bird. It even got you believing that he belonged to the nocturnal category.

“Uhh…” a moan escaped his mouth, not liking the high intensity oh light on his face.

“Y/N, can you close the curtains?” the lack of response got his hands searching for you in the bed where you’d usually be, beside him.

He peeled his eyes open, his eyes roaming around the room searching for you. Not being able to find you, his eyes immediately rushed towards the clock to check if it was already time for you to leave for your work.

‘8:14 am’ it read. That’s when he noticed the sticky note peeping its way around the side table. He picked it up, already knowing it was from you.

‘I got an urgent call from work, so I have to leave early. Also, I wanted to say something, look at your hand.”

His eyes immediately darted towards his palm.

‘I love you.’ written in big bold letters right on his palm. He blushed, the light crimson shade adorning his cheeks. A lovestruck smile lighted up his face, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip. If his heart could squeeze out more love for you, he swore it did at that moment.

“I love you too.”

And he didn’t wash his hands for the whole day.

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sugalaritae · 1 year

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harrow's january reads

it's the end of january! which means i get to make a list of all the fics i read this month, and this month i actually read mxreader, so that's cool. i have thought about marking my favourite ones but i've decided not to because i don't like when i see my fics on people's list and don't see a little favourite star beside it. i enjoyed all of these fics and that is what counts! i'm not going to separate them into mxr and mxm categories but just list them alphabetically.

counting the days - brightlight kth x jjk - idol!au - completed “I think I could last way longer than you without getting off, hyung,” Jungkook says. There’s that glint in Taehyung’s eyes again. Jungkook isn’t sure why for a moment, but then he realizes the full implications of what he said, and part of him almost wants to take it back. “Is that a bet?” Taehyung asks him seriously. Four well-practiced words between them. Jungkook should have realized before he said it what would happen here. read on ao3

days of flower blooms - brightlight knj x pjm x kth x jjk - witches - completed second part to (like my heart) my heart is tilting Magic is real and Jungkook has three boyfriends - these are both facts he's gotten used to by now. It's all the normal stuff he has left to figure out. read on ao3

exhale, slow - orphan_accont :( pjm x kth - strangers to lovers - completed Taehyung has a possibly illegal vegetable garden on the rooftop, and Jimin's just trying to survive Seoul. This is a story through the years as they grow together, then apart, then together again. read on ao3

finding the words to say i love you - @thatlongspringnight ksj x jjk - friends to lovers Living with the person you love can be a nightmare, especially when that person doesn’t know. read on tumblr

help me hold onto you - brightlight pjm x kth - friends to lover, slow burn - completed It’s on a completely unremarkable night in August when Taehyung sees Park Jimin for the first time in four years. read on ao3

(like the moon) my heart is tilting - brightlight knj x pjm x kth x jjk - witches - completedfirst part to days of flower blooms Jungkook moved to Jeolla-do to live with his aunt and go to college. On the list of things he wasn't expecting, meeting three overwhelmingly cute boys who tell him magic is real was fairly high.But here he is. And all because he wanted to pet a cat. read on ao3

matilda - @babystrcandy myg x reader - friends to lovers, brothers best friend - completed Loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, Min Yoongi, came into your life. You both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. But with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true. read on ao3 & tumblr

out of the dead land - sharpa knj x myg (past knj x jhs) - zombies - completedDon’t die, is always what they mean, but that’s not a promise anyone can give, these days. Sometimes, he wonders when Death will finally have its fill. The count must be in the billions by now, since the infection spread around the globe, leaving nothing but ruin and a handful of unlucky survivors. But maybe Death is like him—always hungry, always desperate for more, driven by a black void at the core that will never be satisfied. Maybe Death will eat the whole world and still be hungry. read on ao3

paradise - @minisugakoobies jjk x reader - strangers to lovers - ongoing That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?! read on ao3 & tumblr

sun seeker - @nabiolive myg x knj - strangers to lovers - completed Namjoon does not do impulsive. He doesn’t understand the fuss about body modifications, and he has never considered getting one. That is, until he meets Yoongi—the prettiest man he’s ever seen, who happens to be a tattoo artist—and he can’t stop thinking about going under Yoongi’s needle to have an equally pretty design tattooed onto his skin. read on ao3 & tumblr

take my hand, wreck my plans - brightlight myg x kth - strangers to lovers - completed Yoongi meets Taehyung four days before he's set to leave the country. Against his better judgment, they make the time count. based on the movie weekend read on ao3

temporality - @kkulfm-2 myg x reader - strangers to lovers - completed You keep returning to his favourite beach, hoping the sand will one day remember him, but instead the tides bring you something new. read on ao3 & tumblr

trip no further - @matchy6812 myg x reader - soulemates - completed When your valiant attempt to get your best friend laid not only backfires, but results in one mind-boggling discovery—that the world-famous idol Min Yoongi of BTS is your soulmate—you’re forced to confront your new reality. Soon, you will need each other’s touch to survive. Too bad Suga, despite his sweet name, is proving to be something of an acquired taste… read on ao3 & tumblr

3tan: window - @kithtaehyung myg x reader - brothers best friend - ongoing you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too. read on tumblr

#bts fanfic #griddle reads #griddles recs

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euphor1a · 10 months

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maltesegyu said: WOW THIS WORKS so here you go :) I😀CANT😀BE😀THE😀ONLY😀ONE😀SUFFERING😀 LOVE YA 💗 i have more actually 🤓☝🏻

IDK IF I HATE YOU OR LOVE YOU JXHSUSUDJSJWJJDNNDNCN WHAT IN THE FUCKING FUCK HES SOOOOOO 😠😠😠😠😠😠😠 AAAAAAGGGHHH

BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING THROUGH ONCE AGAIN OMG LSKDHKDKFGJ

#📬; aleyna’s mailbox #🧚🏼‍♂️; mutuals!#cj 🍒#maltesegyu #NFSYJDFNKRSGIKDGU HE HATES ME I SWEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😵😵😵😵😵😵#googie 🐰#← this tag looks so funny rn #😫😫😫😫😫😫😫#the chokehold this man has on me #SOB I WANT HIM #HOW CAN HE SAY SHIT LIKE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO ACT RATIONALLY #IM CRYING #IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO JEON JUNGKOOK

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samhassanxo · 9 months

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Someone tell me what’s happening because I can’t physically handle this man 😂😭🤭

This guy had the audacity to come on Weverse live looking like that. Bold move that was but I’m happy he’s becoming more comfortable but this livestream caught me off guard when he appeared without a shirt and he’s in bed. My delulu brain is going elsewhere 🤣 . YAH JEON JUNGKOOK!!! this should be illegal why does he do that to us? Give us all a heart attack and drive us insane.

He knows what he’s doing that’s for sure

#bts #jungkook #this is crazy #i’m going insane #my delulu era #weverse

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aajjks · 3 months

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tpoljk! '--on the way to Yn's house…---'' Yn: you again with this crazy offer… give up Jeon, I won't accept it, I'll continue doing what I do and moving on with my life, no matter how tired I am, I feel satisfied working… ''----Yn can't help but notice how chic everything that surrounds Jungkook is, from his clothes to his cars or even his earrings that seem to be worth much more than her house, she wonders ''why would a man so handsome, intelligent and a millionaire doesn't have a girlfriend? interrupts---'

'''----meanwhile Jungkook was giving a long speech about why she should accept the deal but he is interrupted---''

Yn: --we're here,

''--- the Yn neighborhood is not safe or pretty with big houses and green grass, it's a lot of apartments with shabby or broken walls---''

Yn: wow, welcome to the poor part of the city, look at the beautiful mansions ¨¨Yn laugh without knowing that Jungkook didn't like the idea of her living there at all¨¨ we have a crazy man who has 3 dogs, a lady who thinks she's an artist from Hollywood, a lady who has a habit of running after people, a guy who sells illegal substances and a sick mother with a daughter who works two jobs… wow, what a chic place. ¨¨loud laughter¨¨

'--- with the sound of the seat belt hitting the door, Jungkook wakes up from his trance and locks the doors---' Yn: Jungkook…. don't start…. you know I'll get upset if you try to keep me here…. ¨¨with a velvety voice, and with a tired spirit Yn just tries to calm the man in front of him ¨¨ I need to go out and see if my mom is okay, you said you wanted to be my friend, right? So friends respect other friends, I will be your friend if you also act like a friend, Jungkook… unlock the doors. ¨¨ah he looks like a golden retriever, it must be easy to tame this puppy¨¨ thank you….

''----Jungkook also gets out of the car and follows Yn to the entrance of the building---''' Yn: well… you can go now, thanks for the ride!

👀

Is he more of a puppy or a tough man?

“Uhhh I just wanted to see you off.. yn please just think about it and if you feel disrespected by the idea of me paying you then just accept to be my girlfriend- I like you a lot… so just think about it.. and say hello to your mother from me.”

#ask: tpol!jungkook #he is a tough man but he can be a puppy if you treat him right

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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.4

Jimin x Taehyung

3.4k

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Oral sex, Anal fingering, Prostitution, Fluff, Confused/Conflicting feelings.

Index | Ch.5

。・°°・°°・。。・°°・°°・。。・°°・°°・。

One thing I've found to love about having no real authority figures watching over me is that no one can tell me I'm not allowed to play video games any time I want. I guess that's why I'm always at the Jeon game store. Although the owner doesn't like me beating all his games.

"You little shit," Jungkook yells out after I've beaten him in an intergalactic shooter game. He leans on his elbow and looks at the arcade machine's screen like it betrayed him.

"What can I say, Jk. When you got it, you got it. And you just don't got it."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks at me with clearly no amusement to my teases. "Trust me kid, you got nothing."

"Who you calling a kid? Your what, twenty-three?"

"Twenty-four, and still clearly older then you." Except he's not, but he doesn't need to know that. "How do you have money for these game now? A couple weeks ago you were barely able to pay for the wack-a-mole game. You doing something illegal?" Jungkook squints with fake suspicion at me.

I feel my cheeks start to heat up, so I look away from him. I know Jungkook doesn't really care how I'm making my money - he just cares about all his games he's losing on now - but the reminder of how I'm really making my money always brings the same reaction out of me: Red face, faster heartbeat, and a whole body quiver.

Jungkook realizes I'm not going to answer his question, so he just shrugs and then asks, "Wanna play another game?"

I glance at the wall clock and realize it's half past 11 pm. "Sorry, not everyone has the time to play video games every second of everyday. I got some business to attend," I say the last part jokingly, but it is kinda true.

I stand from my seat and hear Jungkook scoff and say under his breath, "Whatever." Then I'm out the door and on my way to my "business."

It's been a few weeks since starting this arrangement with Taehyung. I don't actually have to go there tonight, but he told me I can come to his mansion anytime after 10:30 at night. I don't ever come exactly at that time. That would seem like I'm too desperate. But it doesn't matter how many times I lie to myself, I am fucking desperate.

For both money and him.

Slow your brain cells for a second. I'm not in love with him. I barely even like Taehyung, but he just does me so well. On top of that, he pays me. Only me, I should add. I kept my promise to myself that I would ask him if there were other people involved in an arrangement like me. Fortunately, I'm the only one.

It weirdly made me relieved to find that out. Why? I'm not so sure. Maybe because he fucked me the first, and every time since, without a condom. Yeah, let's go with that.

As I get closer to my destination, I see Taehyung's mansion in the distance. I fight back a smile that's starting to grow on my face. Not wanting to be, but I am very much glad I'm going to see him tonight.

The arrangement talk ended up being a very clear one. One thousand dollars to let him fuck me and 500 dollars to blow him. This type of money he's been giving me actually allowed me to get my own apartment. A shitty, barely standing apartment on the other side of town, but an apartment nonetheless.

I find myself barely sleeping at that apartment anyway since I end up right here at Taehyung's mansion every night. Letting him do and have me do whatever he wants.

The only other part of our arrangement worth mentioning is that I have to tell him when and if I start sleeping with other people. Which if I'm being honest, I don't see that happening anytime soon.

Truthfully, since the first week, he hasn't treated me the same as he once did. After both fucking me for the first time and showing me how to blow him for the first time, it's like Taehyung is a completely different person. He's still rough where it counts, but he never makes me feel in pain anymore.

It's like when I'm with him, a switch flicks on. He's no longer trying to find ways to make money and grow power in this town. He's just different with me. Like he's putting his 'all business' persona away.

I don't really know how I feel about that. What I do know about how I feel is the ever-growing excitement inside me that builds every time I open his office door.

Finding Taehyung sitting at his desk and looking over papers isn't not normal to see while I walk in. He must be really deep in his paperwork, though, because even after I shut the door, he doesn't look up. I purse my lips and squint at him. Does he really not know I'm here?

"Taehyung." No answer. "Taehyung, do you seriously not know I'm here?"

Taehyung rolls his eyes, then looks up from his paperwork to finally see who's entered his office. Once he realized it was me and not one of his servants just saying goodnight, his demeanor changed. He straightens his posture, and I watch as his once serious face turns into a smirk. One that I've grown to find very, very attractive.

"I was starting to wonder if you would ever come or not," Taehyung announces.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms in front of me. Acting shy as I walk around his desk to stand in front of him. Taehyung grabs me by the hips, and my breath hitches as he pulls me closer to him. He stands up, completely taking over my space, and skims his nose against mine.

My breathing starts to go irregular as I watch him from such a close distance. Tightening his hold on my hips as he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes.

From such a close proximity, I'm able to admire all of Taehyung's features. His skin is clean and soft to the touch. Only a few wrinkles at the outer rims of his mouth indicate he's been through any hardships. It could be because of his big boxy smile that I've only seen a few times, but the wrinkles are at the lower edges of his mouth. Indicating he's frowned more than smiled throughout his lifetime.

I want to know why he doesn't smile much, and I don't know why. I always remember every inch of skin he allows me to touch, and I don't know why. I don't know why instead of shaking in fear in front of this powerful man, I quiver in excitement and love the fact that I'm all his.

His whore, I remind myself.

I drop my eyes away from his with this reminder, but he pulls my chin up as soon as I do. Not allowing me to feel any shame for what I like and why I like it. He pulls my face forward until our lips touch. The softest of kisses, but one of many that we have shared these past few weeks.

I never asked nor wanted to know why he didn't kiss me that first night we were together - the second or third nights either - but on the fourth night of our arrangement, he kissed me. We were on his bed, my legs pulled over his shoulders, and he was thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow. Staring deep into my eyes as he drove into me repeatedly.

Something I find we both enjoy is when he fucks me until I can barely see straight. I guess that's why I didn't say anything when he kissed me. He kissed me fiercely, and I moaned in surprise into his mouth.

Same as right now. I love the feel of Taehyung's tongue swirling in my mouth. Dominating me and making me whimper no matter how much I try to stop myself.

I could let him kiss me all day. When he pulls our lips apart, I feel like I have lost something precious to me. I don't like the types of feelings I have for him, but I have them. Emotions I can't name, and I am too scared to find out the name for them.

"Get on your knees, Jimin," Taehyung says barely over a whisper.

Oh, right, and because he's an asshole. His commands are also a good reminder of what I am to him. We're not a couple. We're not in love and planning out our futures together. He pays me to let him fuck me, and that's it. Period. End of story.

Taehyung sits back down on his chair, and I get on my knees in between his spread legs. I don't need instructions at this point. I know what he wants, and I know what he likes.

I unzip his fly and start to pull down his pants, but he stops me with his hand over mine. I look back up at him, and I don't realize until then that I was frowning.

"Why the long face, baby?" Taehyung says with a smirk.

"Nothing."

"Mhmm," Taehyung says, not convinced at all.

Before he can say anything else, to make me think or feel any differently, I rub my hand roughly across his crotch. Taehyung's sexy smirk disappears to an equally sexy look of ecstasy.

Maybe I should of let him just say what he wanted to say because now I'm trapped watching him go stir crazy for me. Something I also very much like.

Fuck, what emotions am I feeling?

I pull down his pants and underwear to release him from the confines of his pants. Watching his impressive cock bob out onto his stomach. Thinking about nothing but my "job" for now and trying my best to distract myself from my earlier thoughts of how sexy Taehyung is. Luckily, though, this job isn't that bad.

I wrap my lips around the head, hearing a sigh from above me. I can't see him from this angle, but I feel his thighs quiver under my hands as I slowly ascend my head down on him. I get halfway down when I stop. Not wanting to choke and ultimately embarrass myself.

I let my tongue press against him as I raise and lower my mouth on his cock. I feel his hand gently rest on the top of my head, making me close my eyes in anticipation of his next move.

I expected him to shove my head down on him, like he's always done, wanting to fuck my mouth himself, but instead, he just guides my head. Only pushing me lower slowly every time my head goes down on him.

After a few minutes of this exact pattern, I hear his moaning increase from above me, so I know he's close. I quicken the rise and fall of my mouth on him and start hollowing my cheeks. When I feel his fingers practically rip at my hair, I count to three in my head, shut my eyes again, and get ready for what comes next.

With a stuttering grunt from Taehyung, he cums down my throat. The salty taste on my tongue has me hurrying to swallow, but I find myself moaning against his cock. Especially when he's holding my head down, making me drink up every last drop. I know most people would hate this, but it's the one part I like about giving head to Taehyung.

The dominant push of his hands on my head just means he loves what I'm giving him. Call me crazy, but I actually like knowing I make him feel good.

When he finally lets go of my head, I take my mouth off of him. Once I see Taehyung's fucked out facial expression, I feel a shiver go down my spine. I have to look away. Not allowing myself to like any more of his sexiness today.

I stand, looking down at my feet, and wait until Taehyung is down from his ongoing pleasure high. When I blow him, he usually never keeps me for the night. Getting out his wanted pleasure all at once with a blow job is usually enough for him.

I see at the corner of my eye that Taehyung put himself back in his pants and zip himself up. I feel his eyes on me, but I continue to wait until he gives me my money so I can leave. I don't want any more reason to debate my weird feelings, and it's honestly just better this way.

The silence continues on for another minute. I start to grow impatient, so I tap my foot repeatedly to show this.

"We're not done yet." I look up at Taehyung when he explains this to me. My lips part, and I scrunch my eyebrow together, confused.

"What do you mean 'we're not done?' I just-"

"You didn't get off yet." Before I could question his statement, Taehyung grips my hand and pulls me until I'm straddling his lap. I feel my face heat up, worried since I've never been in this position before. Taehyung smiles his rare smile and wraps his arms around my waist. "You really thought I would let you leave without some kind of pleasure for yourself."

Yes, you've done it before!

But I don't say that. I place my hand on his chest and glance around. Not knowing what he wants to do or what he wants me to do.

Taehyung laughs at my reaction then puts his hand down the back of my jeans.

"Wait, Taehyung!" I go to grab for his hand, but his other hand, not in my pants, stops me. He holds my arm against my back, and I feel his finger circle my hole. Deepening the color on my face.

Taehyung has fingered me before, so it would be easier for him to enter me, but this doesn't feel like him trying to "prep" me.

When his fingertip enters me, I squeeze my eyes shut in my own preparation for how it's going to feel. As his whole finger enters me, it rubs my walls so good that it makes my voice rip out a moan.

I'm not the only person in this arrangement that knows the other person's body so well, and it seems Taehyung knows mine way better than I do. Feeling every ridge of his finger inside me sends heat coursing throughout my body. As he starts thrusting into me with his finger faster, he eventually finds the one spot I know now as my prostate.

He rubs the best part inside me, and I'm now clutching at his shoulder with one hand. My whole body vibrating on top of him. When he squeezes in another finger, I almost cry because it feels so good. I dig my face into his neck and continue to curse out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Taehyung. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I hear Taehyung laugh, but I'm too entrapped with the pleasure he's giving me to question anything outside of what his fingers are doing. "Still got that dirty mouth of yours. Then again, it was just on my cock, so that makes sense."

"Shut up," I say, but it holds no fire, and his finger presses the spot directly again. Pushing against the muscle there until my ass is grinding on his fingers for more - if there isn't more, my body doesn't know that. It just wants what Taehyung is giving me.

"Nah. I rather tell you how much I want to fuck this amazing ass of yours."

"Ugh! Taehyung, please!"

"You feel so wet on my fingers. I wonder if it would feel like this if my cock were to fuck you right now." Oh, God. He's got me so close already. "Now your tightening around me. That means your close." No shit! "This is always my favorite part. As I'm bouncing you on my hard dick, feeling your tight walls clench around me. You feel so good, Jimin. I love watching you-"

Nope, can't hear him. I scream out against his neck as I cum in my pants. I didn't even have any stimulation from the front, and this power-hungry businessman made me cum with his fingers alone.

Taehyung rides me through my high by continuing to finger me fast. I ignore his laugh at the pathetic short amount of time it took for me to cum, only allowing myself to love this feeling right now and see stars in the back of my eyelids. He's still holding my arm behind my back, but I'm able to scratch at his shoulder with my other hand to ground myself.

When I finally calm down my rapid beating heart, I'm still breathing heavily against his neck. It's not until Taehyung takes his fingers out of me, and pulls my face out of his neck, that I look at him again. I'm red in the face and out of breath, but I find myself entrapped in his gaze. Staring at his dark round brown eyes, I can see so much. There's so much emotion hidden behind those eyes.

In times like these, when I'm coming off of a pleasurable high created by him, I'm curious about what is underneath all the layers he has. The layers he never chooses to talk about, or at least to me.

I hear myself say, "What we're your parents like?" Before I can stop myself. My eyes even widen when I hear my own words.

Taehyung laughs, but it's not rude or mad at the question type of laugh. Maybe a little surprised. "My parents were assholes, but if they weren't assholes where it counted then I wouldn't be the person I am today."

I hum in understanding, thanking god he didn't find my question as weird as I thought it was. "I can understand that," I say in truth.

"Why you ask?" I think my face should just stay permanently red because the number of times I get embarrassed in front of this man today is ridiculous. Taehyung can also tell because he then has a follow-up question, "You always get so red. Am I that hot or something?"

I roll my eyes and retort back, "In your dreams."

"I bet I'm in yours." With that, I start to stand up. But because Taehyung always gets his way, he stops me by wrapping his arms around my waist again. Holding me down on his lap. "Not so fast, kid."

"Don't call me a kid."

"But your just so adorable like one!"

"Please, shh!" I cover my eyes with my hands and try to pretend he isn't being super sweet to me right now. Furthering my blush, Taehyung, of course, laughs in return.

After a few moments of silence and me trying to calm down my face, Taehyung gives another question that ruins my entire mood, "What about your parents?"

I feel my entire body stiffen, and I know Taehyung feels it too. If he would have asked any other question in the world, I wouldn't have cared. This question, though, I rather never ever get into.

Taehyung's smirk falters, and I see by his now drooping eyes that he feels bad about striking my nerves. "Sorry. I didn't mean to push any-"

"It's fine," I interrupt. Without saying anything else, I stand up off his lap, and he lets me. Taehyung luckily, although hesitantly, gets the hint, and he pays me. I take the money, that feels way more than 500 dollars, but I don't stop to count and leave without another glance at him. But I felt his eyes on my back the entire walk out of his mansion.

I feel bad for leaving after the "moment" we had, if you can even call it that, but at the same time, we don't need to be having moments like those.

I'm his whore. I fuck him, and he pays me. That's it. That's all we will ever be... and that's all he wants us to be.

Index | Ch.5 (JULIET)

#r town #bts #euphoria #jimin #taehyungs #jimin bts #taehyung bts #jimin x taehyung #love is love #terrible tagger #meow #r town chapter 4 #chapter 4

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cause of ☠️: BLONDE JUNGKOOK

#Blonde Jungkook #blonde Jungkook should be illegal #I don’t think you get it I’m so obsessed #I’ve dedicated my life to blonde jk #jk #Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #kookie #guk #jeon jeongguk #i believe in Jungkook supremacy

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I’ll need 3 full weeks to recover from this concert-weekend... y’all.... i’m DEad

#BTS #MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E #mots 1 #map of the soul one #bangtang #park jimin #jeon jungkook #i hope yoongi didn’t injure his arm too bad #and i hope jimin is feeling better 🥺👉🏻👈🏻#but jk??? THAT MAN??? WHAT HE DID SHOULD BE ILLEGAL #there’s a reason why they have the fanbase they do #also the fact that we we’re army on air? HOW LUCKY WERE WE #LIKE THE BOYS SAW US #OUT OF MILLIONS OF FANS #THEY SAW OUR FACE #WAW #army on air #bts army #borahae

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Chapter 2: The Legacies

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 7.2K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, illegal activities.

For the next week Namjoon and I didn’t do much. We sat in the garage and watched movies, or took turns driving his challenger around the city. The following Monday however, is a different story.

I walk into the garage to have plastic thrown in my face. “Shit! Sorry baby girl!” Namjoon calls, I catch the plastic as it falls only to realize there's clothes inside. I shot Namjoon a curious look, “Don’t ask questions! Hurry up and put it on!” He calls before ushering me into the bathroom.

As I put it on I realize it's a uniform of sorts, a button up with a skirt and blazer. There's a loose bow tie and knee high socks too. I’m not sure what it’s for, but I pass it off as some of Namjoon’s weird fashion choices. Once I’m out Namjoon is pulling me into a chair, he places a pair of polished shoes in front of my feet before standing behind me.

As I slid my feet into the shoes I felt him pull on my hair slightly. I flinch and quickly pull away, “What are you doing?” I question holding my head to keep him from pulling on anymore hair. “I was going to pull it up, but I guess that's a little much for you huh?” He mumbles almost shyly. I relax a little and lower my hands from my head.

I hesitated a minute before leaning onto the back of the chair and pushing my hair over to him. “It’s okay, just warn me next time.” I mumble going back to putting on my shoes. Namjoon doesn’t say anything else before gently pulling my hair into place.

When my shoes are on and Namjoon deems my hair done he rushes me out to his car. As Namjoon drives to wherever he’s taking us I look in the mirror to see what he’s done to my hair. Namjoon pulled my hair up into a top bun, a neat, pretty one that leaves thicker baby hairs to form not so prominent bangs and to frame my face.

“Where are we going?” I ask after pulling the mirror up, “You’ll find out. Actually, we should be...just...about...here!” He announces turning a corner and stopping in front of a school. More specifically, my school. My eyes widen, “NAMJOON!” I screech, “You can’t be serious?” I beg.

“I'm as serious as it gets and to make sure you don’t ditch or skip I have…” He smirks pointing out the window to an approaching figure. I shrink into my seat once it’s clear the figure is Jungkook. “Jungkook here will be showing you to your classes to make up for all the bullshit he started last time. Won’t you Jungkook?” Namjoon asks in a stern tone.

Jungkook huffs before meekly nodding, “Namjoon,” I beg quietly. “Give us a minute Jungkook.” Namjoon nods over to another direction away from the car, Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice before he walks away from the car but not too far away. “Namjoon, please don’t make me!” I beg, “He hates me!” I cry.

“(y/n)” He spoke sternly, My lips instantly sealed shut. “”You told me you didn’t go to school because you had no one to make you. So from now on I will be taking and picking you up from school. And for extra measures Jungkook will be there to make sure you attend classes. If you don’t he’ll report it to me and there will be consequences.” He spoke sternly.

“Yes sir,” I mumble, “What was that?” He questions. “Yes Sir,” I spoke up, “Good Girl,” He praises. My shoulders slump as I move to get out of the car. “Baby girl,” I hear Namjoon call, I turn to him only to meet him with a small sympathetic look on his face. He holds out a school bag for me to take, I sigh and lean forward to take it.

As I do, Namjoon presses his lips to my forehead, I froze upon feeling it. “It’ll be okay, and if Jungkook is being an asshole to you tell me and I’ll beat his ass.” He whispers in a chuckle. A small smile slips onto my lips at the threat, I nod my head before finally getting out of the car.

As I get out Jungkook makes his way back over to the car, “Take care of her Jungkook!” Namjoon calls before driving off. We both watch Namjoon’s car disappear down the street. Once out of view I feel Jungkook gaze turn to me, I swallow hard as I slowly turn to face him.

“Let’s get one thing straight, I’m only doing what Namjoon says because he promised to mentor me if I did. I’m not doing this for you.” He spoke bluntly. I feel my heart sink at the thought of Namjoon mentoring Jungkook rather than me. I didn’t say anything but I nodded signaling I understood.

“Good now let's go, we're already late because you were too scared to get out of the car like a first grader." Jungkook scoffs before pulling me inside the school by my wrist.

I shrink down at all the curious gazes as we enter the building, Jungkook pays them no mind as he walks me to the office. He stayed outside as I got my schedule from the office lady as well as the system paperwork that I will be throwing away soon. As soon as I exit the office Jungkook holds his hand out.

I still in my place and look down at his open hand, unsure of what he’s signaling for. “Your schedule, give it to me.” He huffs impatiently. I didn’t respond before I thumbed through my papers for the schedule. “Give me the paperwork too, Namjoon said I should hold onto because you're more likely to throw it away.” He spoke up.

My eyes widen at Jungkook’s words, I mentally curse at Namjoon. Almost always knowing what I’m going to do before I do it. I reluctantly handed him the papers. Jungkook takes that and puts it away in his backpack before pulling out his phone. Jungkook takes a picture of my schedule before handing it back to me.

Looking down at his phone, I watch his eyes quickly skim the words. “I’ll take you to your first block. Lucky for you I know the teacher.” He mumbles before jerking me down the hallway by the labels of my blazer as I limply follow behind him.

Upon approaching the classroom Jungkook straightens himself up, just as he goes to knock on the door he glances at me. He pauses and quickly turns to me, I flitch as his hands reach forward. Jungkook pays no mind to me as he grips my blazer and pulls it into place. But I rear completely back as his hands move to my face, Jungkook sighs in an irritated fashion before pulling me back to him by my shoulders. I squeeze my eyes together and prepare myself.

After a moment I feel the soft brush of his fingers against my forehead, they brush and part the stands of my baby hairs before pulling away. I open my eyes when they pull away, and by that time Jungkook is facing away from me and knocking on the door.

It takes less than a minute before the door swings open. The teacher that opens it looks mildly surprised at the sight of Jungkook. “Mister Jeon! To what do I owe the pleasure?” He questions, “Hello Mr. Lee, I’m showing this girl to her classes. We had a bit of a late morning, please excuse the tardiness.” Jungkook spoke politely.

His tone really through me for a loop, I continue to watch the scene before me as the teacher smiles and nods his head. The teacher looks over at me and usshers me inside, I clasp my hands together tightly and take small steps to follow him until Jungkook roughly pushes me further into the room. Much to my surprise he follows me into the room.

The room itself is filled with twenty or so students all watching us intensely. I edge myself closer to Jungkook oddly enough, for the simple fact he’s the only familiar face here. Jungkook too seems put off by the action but his slightly shocked face is quickly put back to his annoyed one.

Only instead of moving away like I expected him to, he took mercy on my soul and took a step forward providing a little more cover. He didn’t look at me let alone say anything but I quietly thanked him. He didn’t respond to that either.

When the teacher got to his desk he picked up a roll sheet, “Your name?” He questions me, “(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)” I answer quietly but just loud enough for him to hear me. “Ahh, okay. I see you right here Miss (l/n). Why don’t you go ahead and sit right over there. I’ll make sure you’ll receive the proper materials so you can catch up on what all we’ve been learning.” He smiles directing me over to a seat. I nodded my head quickly and made my way over to the seat.

Jungkook bows and leaves the room shortly after. Once Jungkook left the room Mr. Lee quickly went over the lesson and ended it shortly. Leaving the other kids to do what they like quietly, which included staring and whispering about me, he calls me over to his desk. For the rest of the class time Mr. Lee walked me through the lesson and chapters the class has gone over all while handing me papers and notes for each one.

By the time the class ended my head was spinning. I’m the very last person to leave the room just as early birds enter the classroom. I jump as a hand is firmly planted on my shoulder. I jerk out of the grip and stumble away, glancing over to who grabbed me. I see Jungkook glaring at me in an unamused fashion.

“Come on, let's go.” He demands, I swallow hard as he grabs me by my upper arm and pulls me through the hallway. This time we arrive on time and Jungkook enters the room with me. The same awkward stares and introductions take place again as Jungkook makes sure I get acquainted with the teacher before leaving.

This teacher however is quick to hand me notes and paper over the lesson that the class has gone over. It only went on for twenty minutes before he dismissed us for lunch. They quickly let me know to come back to this class after lunch instead of the next.

Walking to lunch is nerve wracking, I had a little ease with Jungkook leading me everywhere but now I’m by myself. I’m relieved when I see Jungkook scanning the crowd by a door the mass of students are entering in.

I shuffle my way through the crowd over to him and about halfway over he spots me. He pushes through the crowd and once he reaches me he grips my arm and guides us through the thickening crowd.

Jungkook skips the lunch line and brings us over to a table, I’m floored when I see Taehyung and Jimin sitting there. Taehyung's face lights up like a Christmas tree upon seeing me. I pull my arm away from Jungkook and rush over to Taehyung.

“There she is!” He grins, standing from his seat. He opens his arms for a hug but I lean away from it. Taehyung has a moment of realization before holding out his hand. I grip his hand tightly as he laces them together. He pulls me down to sit by him as I glance at Jimin who watches curiously and Jungkook digging through his bag.

“So how’s your first day going?” He questions, I shrug my shoulders “It’s going okay,” I answer. Taehyung nods with a smile, “I hope Jungkook hasn’t been too much of an ass to you. I offered to show you around but Namjoon insisted it be Jungkook.” Taehyung sighs.

“He’s been okay.” I assure quietly, although I didn’t quite mean it. Jungkook hasn’t been nice but he hasn’t been mean either. “That's good to hear, I’m sure Namjoon threatened him with something bad enough for him to pull his act together.” Jimin chimes in. I feel my heart sink into my stomach as I recall the actual reason Jungkook is tolerating me.

Jimin’s expression changes to one of panic as my expression sinks. “I’m sorry!” He spoke up, his voice broke me from my thoughts and I waved him off. “It wasn’t you.” I whisper. Jungkook says nothing as he places plastic containers in front of me. “Jin will be making you lunch everyday now, something along the lines he will not allow you to be scared by Namjoon’s cooking or the school’s.” He mutters.

I look down at the container, “Can you tell Jin I say thank you?” I question. Jungkook shrugged and went back to his food. “What has your day been like? Have you made any friends?” Jimin asks. I shook my head, “No, everyone just seems to stare and whisper about me.” I mumble poking at my food.

“Ah, that can’t be helped. Jungkook is after all making sure you go to your classes.” Taehyung sighs out. “And after Lunch they’ll talk about you even more.” Jimin pipes in. My face scrunches up in distaste, “Why?” question. “This area in Seoul is a popular street racing scene. All the kids that go here are most likely spending their weekend nights out going to them.” Taehyung starts, “And because they do, we’ve grown quite popular. Girls tend to drool over us and guys are typically really jealous of us. Jungkook gets the most attention though, despite the fact he doesn’t spare them a single glance. Isn’t that right Jungkook?” Jimin finishes before questioning Jungkook. The boy in question doesn’t say a word as he continues to eat his food.

“The girls here are probably jealous he’s spending time with you.” Jimin sighs, “Unwillingly though.” I defend. “It doesn’t matter, all they see is this new girl who has Jeon ‘The Legacy’ Jungkook hook, line, and sinker.” Jimin resorts. I cringe at the thought, “But I’d give it until this weekend to last.” Taehyung smirks, my face twists into curiosity.

“Because this weekend will be the time we take you to your first drag race.” Taehyung grins. I felt my heart drop, “You can’t be serious! Namjoon hasn’t even taken me to one! I’ve never even gone to watch!” I panic. “Relax, Namjoon is the one taking you. We’re all just tagging along for the ride. I’m sure we’ll race once or twice in that time, but we’ll be around.” Taehyung smiles.

“Namjoon has postponed your debut far too long. After this weekend the whole school will know your one of us.” Jimin smirks, “One...of you?” I question slowly. “One of us.” Taehyung confirms, “although it’s kind of annoying they named us after Jungkook, they did land it on the nail.” he added. “Why would they name you after Jungkook?” I mumble, “Like I said, Jungkook gets the most attention, we’re more seen as his sidekicks in a way. Almost like accessories. And because of that, everyone assumes Jungkook is the leader of this little group.” Jimin scoffs.

“That's because I am.” Jungkook spoke up, “You shouldn’t be, if anyone here is supposed to be the leader it's (y/n). She is after all Namjoon’s protege.” Taehyung smirks. Jungkooks galre turned sharp, and my heart sank to my stomach. “No it's okay.” I mumble, “What are you talking about, Namjoon was chosen to lead the elites. It’s only fair that the person he mentors leads us.” Taehyung argues. “Like I said before it’s fine.” I reply weakly, my voice cracking. The pain in my chest grows as the thought of Namjoon replacing me Jungkook grows more and more believable.

Jungkook seems to smirk at me as I agree to let him lead, “It’s hard to believe Namjoon actually chose you to be his protege.” Jungkook scoffs. Taehyung slams his hands on the table, “Shut up Jungkook, we don’t even know how they met in the first place. We don’t have a clue about anything, so it's not your place to say that nor do you have the proper grounds to even assume it.” Taehyung sneers. My eyes widen at his tone, “wow (y/n) you sure have him wrapped around your finger, maybe you're not so hopeless after all. Getting the one and only Hussler to do you biding,” Jungkook smirks.

Taehyung snarls before shooting up from his seat, “At least I’m not throwing a temper tantrum because the Legacy got replaced.” Taehyung shot back. My eyes widen as I watch Jungkook stand from his seat. I rear back in my chair, terrorfied of the growing chaos in front of me. By some grace of God The bell rings, I’m quick to gather my untouched food. I’m about to leave when Jimin appears by my side, “Let me walk you to your classes for the rest of the day. I’m sure Jungkook will be a lot more rough with you after that argument.” He smiles, “...thank you.” I whisper. Jimin simply smiles at me.

As he walks me to class I can feel him looking at me every now and then, and it wasn’t until we arrived back to my classroom did he say something. “I’m sorry I scared you the first time we met, I’m a naturally touchy person. But now that I know you're not, I'll restrain myself more, I just don’t want you to avoid me so we can be friends.” He smiles.

“Thank you Jimin,” I smile, “Anytime.” He grins. “By the way, what are we called, here at least?” I question, after all I never really got the answer. “They call us the legacies. Even if we were named after Jungkook’s little street name it fits us well. We are after all our mentors' legacies.” He answers before rushing off to class.

I spent the rest of class thinking about that, How I might not end up being Namjoon's legacy. He’ll find Jungkook a lot more fitting for that role, after all he will be mentoring Jungkook now.

Jimin picked me up and walked me to my next class just like he said, then walked me to my last class. My last class in which Jungkook was already at, he glares at us both as Jimin walks me in and introduces me to the teacher. When I sat down and class started I could feel Jungkook burning a hole into the back of my head.

I did my best to ignore him and focus on something else, but it’s near impossible while the teacher’s lesson went over my head and made it throb. Thankfully the class eventually ended, and by then I was already packed and the first one out the door. Jimin was surprised as I grabbed his hand and sped away from the room.

Jungkook however catches up to us when we reach the courtyard, insisting he will be the one to take me to the car. I grip Jimin’s hand tightly, afraid he’ll give in to Jungkook’s demand. To my relief Jimin shot him a stern look before taking the lead and pushed past him. Jimin walks me all the way to the front and right up to Namjoon’s black challenger, with Jungkook trailing behind us.

Namjoon shoots Jimin a curious look but no one says anything as Jimin opens the car door for me. It seems I surprise everyone as I get in but climb into the back seat giving Namjoon the cold shoulder. The three males look at one another unsure what is going on but Namjoon clears his throat before nodding to Jimin and Jungkook.

Jimin closes the door and Namjoon drives us back to the garage. He pulls in and gets out before attempting to help me out of the car. I refuse and walk straight to the bathroom where my clothes from this morning still lay folded. “(y/n),” Namjoon calls, “(y/n)” He calls again this time sounding from right outside the bathroom door.

“Is this about this morning?” He questions in a sigh, “I’m sorry for throwing it on you, but I knew you’d run if I told you beforehand.” He explains. “(y/n) will you please say something?” He asks in a sad voice. I felt frustration bubble up in my chest. I throw open the bathroom door as I finish changing.

“This isn’t about school!” I huff, before pushing past him. I walk through the garage and fully intend to leave until Namjoon catches me by my arm. Anger bubbles up as I grow tired of people grabbing me by my arm. I roughly jerk away from him and spin around to face him.

“What's the problem (y/n)? I can’t fix it if I don’t know what's wrong.” He sighs, I glare at Namjoon, the action causes his eyes to widen but they harden seconds after. “Watch who you look that way. I am your mentor.” He scolds. I felt my heart sink as he attempted to remind me of who he is. I bite my lip and duck my head to keep him from seeing my angry glossy eyes.

“Are You?” I question quietly but my tone is harsh. “What do you mean am I?” He questions back his tone stern. “Don’t play stupid. I’m getting really tired of people bullshitting me.” I mumble, “(y/n)” Namjoon addressed sternly. “Don’t (y/n) me! Jungkook told me!” I snap, lifting my head to glare at even though a few hot angry tears have fallen.

Namjoon’s eyes grow wide at my expression, “HE TOLD ME WHY HE AGREED TO YOU! HE TOLD ME YOU’D MENTOR HIM IF HE AGREED!” I yell. My tear falling faster, I feel my lip start to trimble, “WHY? WHY WOULD YOU AGREE TO MENTOR HIM!” I yell in tears, my chest constricting tightly in pain.

Namjoon’s stood frozen, his stupid face still holds the same shocked expression from when I first lifted my head to glare at him. “Was I not enough? Did I fail you?” I question, my voice no longer angry but hurt. I’m hurt that I’m not enough, that I failed him. Even after I tried so hard, even after I tried with everything that I had.

My question seems to have shook Namjoon out of his frozen state as he rushes forward. I flinch away but he wraps his large arms around me in a tight hug, I stand still unwilling to hug him back. “I’m sorry,” He whispers, “I’m...so,so sorry (y/n)” He whispers. Namjoon pulls away but only to cup my face in both hands so I’d look at him. “I’m sorry (y/n)” He repeats for a third time but the same strong tone never changed. “I didn’t, I would never, hurt you that way. I wouldn’t agree to mentor Jungkook if I didn’t run the possibility by you first.” He whispers, “Because you (y/n), you are my protege. You are my only protege until you agree otherwise.” He promises.

“Then why would he…?” I question half heartedly. “It doesn’t matter why, What matters is that he has to be dealt with now.” Namjoon rumbles. “Did he do anything else to you today?” He questioned, I shook my head. “(y/n)” He warns for what seems like the millionth time today. I bite my lip and play with my hands. “He questioned the fact I am your protege in front of Taehyung and Jimin today, Taehyung spoke against him and Jungkook told him he was wrapped around my finger and doing my bidding. Don’t get me wrong Tae said something back, but Jungkook started it.” I answer.

Namjoon visibly fumed, He didn’t say another word as he grabbed his keys and walked to the car. “Where are you going?” I question, but I have a feeling I already know where. “To set shit straight.” He growls, and just as he spoke his engine rawered to life and I watch as he burns rubber down the street.

I waited for Namjoon to get home but I fell asleep tired from all the emotional and physical stress from today. I woke up when I felt something lay across me, I jerked away as fast I could and scrambled to get as far away as I could. “Hey! Hey, it’s just me! It’s just me baby girl.” Namjoon spoke softly.

I relax at the sound of Namjoon’s voice, “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” I apologise quietly. Namjoon set me a soft smile and didn’t question me further like I half expected him to. Instead Namjoon runs his hand over the top of my head. “It’s okay, I got back and saw you asleep on the couch. I didn’t want to wake you up to take you home so I was just putting a blanket over you and was going to let you sleep here for the night.” He smiles.

“Oh…” I mumble, “Well that's okay, I was just waiting for you to get home. So now that you're here I’ll head home.” I continue. I pull the blanket off of me and start to get up off the couch. “No it's okay, It’s really late now. I don’t want you going home so late, you can stay up in the loft with me.” He smiles. I didn’t really have the energy to respond, let alone argue, and only nodded my head tiredly. Namjoon wraps the blanket around my shoulders before leading me up a circular iron staircase, the one I've only seen Namjoon come down from time to time.

Upon entering the loft I’m met with wide open spaces, there's barely any walls, the ‘rooms’ are marked off with their furniture in the designated areas. Along the few walls there were bookshelves line them, all of them filled top to bottom and side to side with books of every shape, color, and thickness. Namjoon walks over to one of the farthest areas in the room, this area is boxed off with japanese paper walls and a sliding door.

Namjoon slides open the door before leading me over to the bed, I flopped onto the bed. Namjoon chuckles from behind me and pulls my shoes off before tugging the covers back from under my body. Once the cover was pulled back he threw it over my body. I roll and curl myself into the soft bed with a blissful sigh earning another sft laugh from Namjoon. “Sleep good Baby girl.” He whispers before kissing my forehead. I don’t process much more before I let the warmth of the bed consume me and lull me to sleep.

I went to school the next day, and Jungkook didn’t speak a word to me. He didn't speak a word to Namjoon either when he dropped me off and picked me up for school. I didn’t ask him what Namjoon did to him, and sure as Hell didn’t ask Namjoon what he did. That week went by unbearably tense and unbearably slow. Every spare minute was given to me catching up on what I needed to know in school with the help of Namjoon and Taehyung.

Thankfully Friday came, and I couldn’t run out of my fourth class any faster than I did, with Jungkook trudging behind me. As soon as I got to the car Namjoon was grinning, “are you ready for your first race?” He asks as I enter the car. I nod my head excitedly. I buckled my seatbelt, but I glanced at Namjoon when he didn’t pull off. Instead he looks behind me and over at Jungkook.

“Why are you just standing there kookie, get in.” He smirks, both Jungkook and I are visibly stunned. I glance at Jungkook before swallowing hard, He looks a little down. As if he shamed. I look at Namjoon who sits waiting for Jungkook to make a move. Clearly neither were going to so I did instead.

I unbuckle my seat belt and climb in the back, once over I lean back over the front seat and barely manage to open the door for Jungkook. I sent him a small encouraging smile to get in. Jungkook looks at me hesitantly, “Come on Kook, we don’t have all day.” I quip shooting him my best smile. Jungkook is once again stunned but doesn’t wait another minute to climb into the car.

Namjoon drives us all the way to the garage, and after Jungkook climbs out he holds the door open for me as I climb out. He closes the door once I’m out causing a small smile to form on Namjoon’s face. “Go one and get dressed baby girl, I wanna talk to Jungkook.” Namjoon calls over to me.

I nod my head and rush up to the flat above. Namjoon has allowed me to move some clothes in so I can change out of my uniform when he brings me home. I find my leather jacket hanging off a chair on the way to my small wardrobe, I make sure I grab that before digging through the standing chest for more clothes.

I decide on a black tanktop and black skinny jeans. An all black look much like what Namjoon is wearing right now. I change in the bathroom before hanging my uniform up, after I place my uniform up I make my way back down stairs.

Turning the corner I find Namjoon looking down at Jungkook as Jungkook looks as if he’s embarrassed. They’re both quick to look over at me as I enter the room. “Uhh, is everything okay?” I question softly, careful to approach the situation. “Everything is fine. Are you ready to go? We’re going to take Jungkook to Jin’s and wait for them.” Namjoon informs.

I nod my head and turn to the walk back down to the garage, stopping to put on my shoes. In the car I climbed into the back again but it took a minute for Namjoon and Jungkook to walk out of the garage.

Once they got in, nothing was said, Namjoon let the music play on the radio station. I watch as we enter the richer part of town. Don’t get me wrong Namjoon lived in a nice area, this area however was the place millionaires had their skyline apartments for when they came into the city.

Namjoon parked down the road rather than letting a bellboy take his trusted car into the parking garage. When Seokjin rang us up he’s all too excited to see me and Namjoon. “Look at you! Has Jungkook been good?” He questions, I nod my head with a smile. “Thank you for making me lunch Mr. Seokjin. They’re all very good.” I smile.

Seokjin swoons, he literally swoons. “Can we trade prodigies?” Seokjin questions. The question causes both Jungkook and I to tense up, Seokjin is all too quick to notice. “Only joking, Jungkook has been my baby far too long for me to simply let go like that. Namjoon would have to fight tooth and nail to take him from me.” He teases. I glance at Namjoon to see him rolling his eyes at the comment.

“It wouldn't be much of a fight.” Namjoon mumbles lowly, Seokjin shoots him a look Namjoon whole heartedly ignores. “Let me and Jungkook get ready, we’ll let you know before we head to the garage. Jungkook will be taking his own car this time around.” Seokjin informs.

Seokjin seems to pause upon coming onto a realization. “Does (y/n) have a car?” He questions hesitantly. Jungkook seems to pause at the question as well, I glance down at my feet, unwilling to see their reaction when Namjoon tells them I don’t. “No, she hasn’t had the need to have one yet,” Namjoon spoke passively.

“NAMJOON!” Seokjin chides, “The girl is your prodigy! How do you expect her to learn without one?” He scolds. “How have you been teaching her?” Jungkook asks, I glance up at Namjoon looking at his response. His face still remains passive. “I’ve been teaching her with my car.” He answers simply.

The room seems still at his response, I cringe as I see jealousy smear across Jungkook’s face and utter shock consume Seokjin’s. “Namjoon can I go to the car?” I question quietly with a small tug to his sleeve. Namjoon nods, “We’ll see you there.” He calls before following me to the door of the high end apartment.

The walk to the car is once agains quiet, Namjoon has never told me the significance of his car. I never knew it had on]e, I just thought it was simply his preference. Clearly, that is not the case.

The sky got darker and darker as Namjoon drove deeper into the city. It isn’t until dark and it isn’t until I see crowds of people and cars do I realize we made it. The crowd of people part as Namjoon comes rolling up, he parks near the roadway next to a greyish-silver 70xs chevelle SS572 with two black racing stripes.

Seconds later a Pink 2014 Mustang pulls up next to us followed by a glossy ocean blue GT 40. Seokjin steps out of the Mustang and Jungkook follows from the GT 40, I’m surprised as Yoongi steps out of the chevelle. I jump out of the car and make my way to Yoongi, “Yoongi?” I call meekly as I approach. The stoic man looks down on me, his expression softens slightly. “Where is Tae?” I question, the man smirks before pointing over to an orange mp 412-c. I smile brightly before rushing over to the car, coming up to the car the grin on my face quickly drops as I rear back once I see inside. Tae is leaned over a girl, his tongue shoved down her throat. I’m frozen until the girl opens her eyes just enough enough to notice me, she pulls back quickly and her lips move before pointing at me.

Tae turns around with a confused expression until it morphed into shock upon seeing me. Seeing his shocked expression is enough to break me from my frozen state. I turn and quickly rush back to Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi who all stood waiting for me with amused expressions. I glare at the two of them as the heat of my cheeks only grow from the previous embarrassment of finding Taehyung in such a state.

“You knew, didn't you,” I accuse Yoongi, he crosses his arms and shrugs. I huff and shuffle closer to Namjoon. I’m broken from my pouting by a red NSX dangerously speeding its way into a space by Yoongi’s car.

“Oh look Hoseok is here,” Yoongi muses sarcastically, Jin laughs lightly. Following Hoseok is a white 2007 Aventador Lamborghini, only this car is coming in a lot more slowly. Thankfully.

Hoseok grins devilishly as he steps out of the car, the white car that follows him parks on the other side of Jungkook’s car. Jimin is the one to step out before rounding the car and opening up the passenger side. A girl scandalously dressed in a white bodycon dress steps out. I watch her slowly, she's pretty. Really pretty, I wish I could dress like that, all the guys seem to like her. And Jimin seems to like her as well, Jimin is extremely attractive so she must be considered really attractive as well.

“You wouldn’t happen to swing that way would you (y/n)?” Yoongi questions, pulling my gaze away from the girl Jimin is leading around. My cheeks grow warm and I tuck into Namjoon’s side, “No,” I mumble. “I just think she’s pretty.” I continue. “You're pretty too, you know,” Namjoon smiles. I shrug in response and look back at the girl, “Not as pretty as her.” I mumble.

“Stop that! You're very pretty!” Taehyung scolds as he approaches hurriedly. I scoff, “Says the guy that had his tongue shoved down some chick’s throat.” I mutter. Laughter rings out from the men in the circle, I even managed to bring out a laugh from Jungkook who has remained quiet the majority of the time.

“Forgive me if I don’t find your compliments comforting,” I muse, I let out a sigh before leaning on Namjoon’s large body as a pillow. I wrap my arms around his forearm and lay my head against his bisect. Namjoon leans closer allowing me to use him as a human heater as the weather grows colder. We stayed like that as we all watched a few races, however after the third one I felt my eyes droop.

“NO! None of that!” Taehyung snaps, Taehyung grabs my hand tightly. “Jungkook! Let’s go! I won’t let this little girl get sleepy at her first Drag Race!” Taehyung demands. Jungkook wasn’t even given a chance to respond as Tae takes his hand and drags us off into the crowd.

The crowd turned into blurs as the excited people around us grew more dense the closer we got to the starting point for the next race, so dense in fact as Tae bumps into someone his grip on my hand broke and it only took me a few seconds for me to get lost in the crowd.

I spin around twice before finally concluding I lost Taehyung. I make due with the situation and start heading in the direction Tae had previously been heading. I glanced at every face I could as I continued to push through the crowd. I feel a hand firmly grip my arm knocking me out of my searching. It didn’t process that I jerked away seconds after the hand made contact. I turn expecting to see Jungkook or Tae but instead I see some muscly guy.

“Hey there, easy now sweetheart. You just looked a little lost.” He smiles, I relax slightly at his words. But his presence causes me to remain alert. “Why don’t I help you out, are you looking for your little girlfriends?” He questions with that same smile from before. I nodded my head mutely afraid what would happen if I revealed if I had been looking for my male friends instead of female ones.

His smile grows as I agree with him, “Well let's go, I’m sure they’re over by the track. It actually just so happens I’m the next racer up.” He smirks, his tone cocky. The man attempts to wrap his arm around my shoulders but I duck down and around it. I continue to walk the direction he leads as he quickly plays off my dodge.

“You know, I happen to be one of the best racers here. I was invited to join the elites once but I declined.” He shrugs as if it was nothing. I tense up as he mentions the elites, there's no way in hell he would have made the elites. They would eat him up and spit him out. Hell I’m sure us legacies could leave him the dust.

I pull myself out of my thoughts as I hear Tae’s voice calling my name. I rush forward to meet him but the guy with me grips my arm. I try to pull away but he holds on tightly. “Easy there sweetheart, If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’d be trying to ditch me.” He laughs, god he is so annoying.

“(Y/N)!” I hear Jungkook call, I shoot my gaze over in his direction only to find him right in view. He’s looking at me and I shoot him a panicked look. Jungkook’s confused gaze flickers over to the guy beside me. I’m shocked as Jungkook’s gaze turns dark and steely. “Get your hand off of her!” Jungkook snaps, taking a large step forward.

The guy’s grip only tightens, I hiss lightly. A sound that causes Jungkook to flare up when he hears it. “Hey, back off kid I found her first!” The guy snaps, “Hey you asshole, do you know who she is? Get your hands off of her before you get your ass kicked!” Jungkook sneers.

“Oh, and just who is she kid?” the guy asks mockingly. “She’s my prodigy, so in other words. Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off.” A snarl rips through the air. I relax at the sound of Namjoon’s voice despite its dark and vicious tone. The guy turns to face Namjoon only to gasp, “holy shit.” He whispers, “You're a fucking elite’s prodigy?” He questions me.

“She is, now hands off.” Namjoon snaps reaching forward to take me, but to everyone’s surprise he jerks me out of reach. “Now hold on Mr. Elite. She came with me willingly, she did so out of her own choice. It’s not right for you to march up and take her from me, but I’ll tell you what I’ll race you for her. If you win you can take her back, but if I win I get to take her home tonight,” He grinned.

I watch as Namjoon’s dark eyes plunge into blackness, an ugly sneer carved on his handsome face. Do something! So something now! “Okay,” I spoke up, shocking the men around me. “But instead of Namjoon, I’ll race you. After all you did just say I’m with you out of my own choice. It should be my fight for whether I go home with you or my mentor. If I win I get to go home with my mentor, but if you win I’ll go home with you willingly.” I bargen.

The man seemed to glow at my offer, “You got yourself a deal sweetheart! You better be ready for me when I win, because we won’t be here long once I cross that finish line. But I’ll be fair and give you a fighting chance, so we’ll do a Potts Race” He grins. He lets go of me and walks to the track talking to the guy he was supposed to race, however I’m pulled from watching him to look at a seething Namjoon. “What the Hell do you think you're doing?” He snaps, I swallow hard and look Namjoon in the eyes all on my own. A thing I’ve had yet to do since we met.

“I’m going to prove that I am worthy of being your prodigy, So please, hand me the keys.” I spoke strongly. Namjoon stood stunned as Jungkook watched in awe from the side. Namjoon’s expression changes into a cold neutral once, one I’ve seen countless times when we first started training. “If you lose, you’ll only have yourself to blame. Hold up your end of the deal (y/n) I won’t bail you out. This race, it'll determine your survival. So better have a fucking—” He starts as he holds out the keys.

“Escape plan, I know. Always have an escape plan.” I finish before taking the keys. I ran back to the car, Ignoring the curious glances shot at me by the other mentors and prodigies. The crowd clears as I pull up to the starting line, glancing out the passenger side window I see the guy smirking as if he’s already won. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, Namjoon’s voice ringing in my head. “Survive, this is about your survival. Have your escape plan…”. I open my eyes and smirk upon hearing the crowd countdown.

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