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Cat Got Your Tongue? - JJK (M)

Hello everyone! I’m back with another Jungkook fic because I have Jk brain rot rn. Please enjoy the story and just as a reminder to everyone-I am no longer doing taglists. I apologize for the inconvenience to anyone, but please enjoy the fic! Feel free to send in asks or chat with me, I love to hear from you all <3

Special thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit and Ella @oddinary4bts for Betaing this fic for me! I appreciate you both very much!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Genre: College!AU, FWB to Lovers, Romance, Smut, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Miscommunication, emotionally constipated OC (who’s surprised? not me), fuckboy jk (that is a warning y’all), Reader is a member of BM’s Big Tiddy Gang, Hobi and Joonie being boyfriends (because I love them both), sick kitten (she gets better!), vet tech yoongles (phew that’s an entirely different wip), SMUT WARNINGS: Virgin Reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected and unprotected sex (do the former not the latter), creampie, vaginal sex, breif daddy Kink (i’m sorry Ella), dirty talk, titty sucking, hair pulling, Jk gets freak nasty.

Words: 18.1k

Summary: You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

“Honestly, this is ridiculous.”

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you tried in vain to study.

“I don’t see why you’re having so many issues lately,” Namjoon, your tutor and quasi friend, sighed before rubbing his face in mutual frustration.

“I don’t either!” you cried, resting your head in your hands. It was rare for you to be frustrated or worked up... Or show any emotion other than moderate irritation.

It was that time of year again where the big exams start hitting before you can run off and celebrate with your friends-well, more like celebrate with a big glass of wine and a job well done. And hopefully you won’t lose your scholarship and have to go back home to the absolute anarchy that is your home life.

The middle child of seven you hate everything that life had to offer you.

It was stagnant. They were comfortable with mediocrity, you were not. You had drive, and passion and you weren’t going to waste it by staying in the same dinky town with your four older brothers and two younger twin sisters.

Since you weren’t into the sports scene like all of your brothers, and you weren’t young and docile like the twins you were kind of outcasted by your family. You knew they loved you in their own way, but it wasn’t enough to make you stay when you turned old enough for college.

Your parents helped you with what they could but it’s hard being parents to seven children. Let alone one that wants to travel damn near four hours for school.

They made it happen, and so did you.

Nothing was going to keep you away from this. Not a damn thing.

So, you came here with an objective and you won’t leave without accomplishing it to the absolute best of your ability. And that meant failure wasn’t an option.

But right now?

It was encroaching a little too close for your comfort.

Namjoon was a saint, he was patient and tried every way to explain something to you in hopes of being able to ease your worries and midterm stress but there was really nothing he could do. Nothing was sticking and it was just causing you more and more frustration and anxiety.

“Hey, don’t freak out,” Namjoon tried to calm you. “Maybe you just need to... I don’t know, get all your pent up frustration out, hm? Maybe like kickboxing or um... Regular boxing? I don’t know, something where you can hit stuff with your tiny fists.”

“I love that you think that was a compliment,” you sighed in defeat. “I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna have to go back home and I’m gonna have to be some wife for a fucking farmer. I’ll have to have ninety children and my vagina is gonna look like-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there because no part of me wants to know what a vagina looks like after ninety children okay? Okay,” he said, face turning slightly green at the thought. “And no, you aren’t going to fail, you aren’t going to go home and be a farmer's wife unless you want to. You’re not going to give up either.”

You gave Namjoon a very rare, but genuine smile and he squeezed your shoulder gently.

“Joonie!” a bright voice called.

Before Namjoon could blink his boyfriend, Hoseok, was on his back.

“Oof!”

Laughter filled the air between the two and you waved at Hoseok neutrally. He gave you his beaming smile that always made you want to return it. Although you weren’t sure your smile was that blinding.

“What’s up? Did they cancel practice early?” Namjoon asked.

“Nah, they’re doing lower level stuff today so the teacher said I could take it off. Because I am a protege as they say,” he snickered.

Namjoon just pushed him before turning back to you. “You’re gonna do fine, Y/N, promise. We can schedule another time but I think you should probably take a break,” he said.

That dreaded word.

Break.

What does it mean? Why?

To stop something?

Or for something to do the act of breaking as in falling apart?

You didn’t like breaks. They gave you time to think, they gave you time to ruminate over your own issues and anxieties and then you found yourself wallowing. No distractions means too much time alone.

Seeing as how you have few friends, even fewer since moving here.

Namjoon was your tutor, but you wouldn’t say that you were like... Super friends or anything. He cares about you, it's in his nature, but you two rarely hung out outside of study sessions. Hoseok you knew by association with Namjoon.

There was Yeji, she was a freshman this year and had asked for some help with a project after seeing you as the TA. You’d fallen into a mother hen role with her and will literally fight anyone who tries to hurt her. She’s your baby, you birthed her. But you don’t really see her as a friend friend, if that makes sense. You feel responsible for her, but you know she’s not stupid either. She’s a capable young woman.

A few of your friends back home, Felix and Bomi are always available for a chat if necessary as well. But they still live there, and their mindsets are very much of the small town variety.

Nothing wrong with that, but you’d rather not get stuck in a place where people either don’t care to grow and try to force others to think the same as them.

Ah, herd mentality, thou art a heartless bitch.

Okay, maybe your comfort show is the big bang theory, who cares?

“Y/N...?”

Ah, people were still here.

“Right, sorry...” you mumbled.

Hoseok looked at you with a small pout before looking at the papers. He’d never seen you struggle so much. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Everything okay in that wonderfully smart brain of yours?”

You winced, because right now you felt everything but wonderfully smart. “Um, not particularly, but I’ll figure it out I guess. And not through boxing,” you said, giving a pointed look to Namjoon who just seemed more embarrassed than anything.

“You know, you’re rather feisty when necessary,” Hoseok chuckled. “Boxing would be entertaining.”

“I’m not the sporty type, I’m afraid,” you said, resting back on the chair.

“Why did you suggest boxing in the first place?” Hoseok asked, trying to catch up.

Namjoon frowned before sighing. “She’s frustrated and angry at herself, I was trying to think of a good outlet that would maybe get her to focus a little bit.”

Hoseok nodded. “Well, I mean there’s always sex,” he pointed out.

You froze while Namjoon perked up. “Fuck! You’re right!’

Hoseok smiled at his boyfriend like the fucking psychopath that he is while suggesting you do something so... so out your depth.

“See, Y/N?” Hoseok offered. “Just find a nice boy or girl or nonbinary individual who strikes your fancy and... well, let it out.”

“I know you think that will help, but it won’t,” you frowned.

“Why? Sex always helps me get out a little pent up frustration,” Namjoon said with a pout.

Hoseok nodded wistfully. “Oh yes, it certainly does,” he smiled with a cheeky wink.

“Right,” you said, voice cold and chopped while you gathered your materials.

“I’m sorry, Y/N I didn’t mean to overstep-” Hoseok started but you stood quickly and ignored him.

“Namjoon, can we meet again in two days? My project isn’t due until next Saturday so I’ll have some time to rest,” you said.

The older man looked at his boyfriend who looked rather guilty before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll send you a message with schedule times and you let me know what works for you.”

You nodded before heading off towards the exit of the library. You didn’t turn back to see Hoseok and Namjoon share a worried look before you left the premises.

“I mean it’s not a bad idea,” Yeji said as she worked on her project in the classroom after the lecture.

“Are you kidding me?” you said, turning to look at her as you wiped the whiteboard down.

“Not usually no, it goes over your head when I try,” she said. “You’re very literal.”

You pouted before turning back to the board. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It can be,” Yeji said, eyes still on her laptop.

“If this is a Y/N roasting session-”

Yeji shut her laptop and looked at you, genuine care swirling in her eyes. “It’s not that Y/N, you know that.”

You shut your mouth.

Yeji had a tendency to go on tangents when she felt strongly about something or someone or a topic. She was gearing up for one right now and you had a feeling you were not ready for what she was going to say.

“Why do you think that having sex to let loose and have a little pleasure and fun is such a bad thing?” she asked, resting her head on her hand.

“I-I don’t think it’s bad,” you defended. “I just don’t think it’s for me.”

“But you wouldn’t know,” she countered.

With a sigh you faced her fully, crossing your arms before looking her dead in the eye. “I’m a virgin, Yeji. I’ve got the V-card very much so intact and probably not going anywhere any time soon.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” she said. “And you don’t have to go all the way with another person. You can just do oral or mutual masturbation or-”

You waved your hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in having sex that’s going to last two minutes and leave me feeling sticky and used, thank you.”

“Not all sex is like that,” Yeji said kindly. “If you find someone you have good sexual chemistry with then it likely won’t happen.”

“I’m on a college campus. Where am I going to find someone who isn’t a one pump chump?”

“I think you have a very skewed vision of what sex is,” Yeji sighed. “Sex isn’t supposed to be crazy all the time. Sometimes it is just one pump and done, for some people that’s enough. Then there are times where you’re edged to the moon and back and then there’s casual. You’ve pigeon-holed something you know nothing about because you know nothing about it and it makes you uncomfortable. You like knowing everything, you like not being caught off guard because when you are, it makes you feel like you’re back home all over again.”

Your heart was trembling in your chest.

“I tend to forget you’re a psych major,” you sighed, but she just gives you a reassuring smile. She may be young but she has an intuition and perceptivity not common in anyone period. Age negated. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex... I-I just don’t think I want a relationship right now and I also don’t want to be disappointed. Is it wrong of me to have expectations?”

Yeji shook her head. “Not really, at least I don’t think so. There’s nothing wrong with expressing your wants and needs to someone. It’s also not a bad thing to want sex and to not want a relationship. There’s several people who enjoy sex but are happily unmarried or whatever. It’s your choice.”

You nodded. “Okay... Okay-if! If! It is a very big if...” you muttered. “If I decided I wanted to do it with someone, where would I even start?”

The younger woman’s face broke out in a smile at you. “I think I might have just the guy.”

“Jeon Jungkook, 25, senior and sports science major. He’s a little older than you but not by much. He’s also got quite the repertoire of sexual prowess,” Yeji winked.

You two were in your apartment late one evening. You and Namjoon had met today and you apologized for your attitude at the last meeting and begged him to apologize to Hoseok as well.

He was shocked at your urgency but was quick to apologize as well.

“What kind of repertoire are we talking about here?” you asked, applying the face mask carefully.

“Well,” she began, sitting cross legged on your bed with a mask of her own on. “He’s super attractive, just look at those legs my god...”

“Describe more please,” you said, painting on your clay mask with intensive care.

“Apparently he’s into sports, photography and food,” she said, scrolling on her phone.

“That’s pretty generic,” you sighed.

“I’m not done,” she pouted.

You turned to squint at her. “Don’t pout it’ll ruin your mask, keep talking, I haven't said no yet.”

Yeji nodded before scrolling down some more. “Oooh, he’s kinky,” Yeji chuckled.

Your brows rose in shock. You sputtered out a feeble, “W-What do you mean, kinky?”

“Well, it’s an older picture but he’s got a girl on a leash and shit for halloween,” she chuckled.

“Okay, I’m not hating on the BDSM community but I don’t really wanna be on a leash before losing my virginity,” you said, finally finishing your mask before coming out to join her on your bed.

“Just look at him,” she said, handing you her phone while she went to pee.

And look you did.

This man was the epitome of the male specimen. He was handsome, toned and strong, he had an attractive face and beautiful jawline that was enough to make you cry. Soft cheeks and surprisingly gentle doe eyes that looked into the camera a few times.

Although he did seem like the typical fuck boy.

“He’s got a tongue emoji and a water spray emoji in his bio, what the fuck,” you sighed.

“He’s allowed to advertise if that’s what he’s offering,” Yeji said as she wandered back out.

“Okay, I’ll at least say he’s cute,” you admitted, looking at some of the other photos on his account. He had really nice pictures on here, some of the city and others of the campus.

“Cute? Cute?! Y/N, you’re looking at all the soft ones,” she complained.

“Am I not supposed to?” you asked in confusion.

Yeji sighed before taking her phone back. “Would you have sex with him?”

You thought it over for a moment. “I mean I’d probably have to meet him beforehand but I can’t deny that he’s attractive to me.”

She nodded in excitement. “Alright, perfect. Then we just need to get you to approach him!”

You felt your blood run cold. “I-I have to approach him?”

Yeji blanked. “You think he’s just gonna walk up to you and say, ‘hey! Saw you were a virgin looking for some great sex for stress relief. How about now? Or Tuesday at six thirty?’ Y/N, of course you’ll have to make the first move. You’re the one seeking him out.”

Damn, when she puts it that way.

“Okay! Okay okay, fine. How? Where do I find this elusive fuck boy?” you asked, laying back.

“Well, I’d suggest a party but those really aren’t your scene. Unless you want to go, in which case I have several dresses that would gladly take the fall for your endeavors,” she said.

“Yeji you’re very sweet to offer, but I’m afraid my boobs are a tad bigger than yours,” you sighed.

And by a tad, you meant a lot.

You were born in a farming community! The women were... curvier than average...

“Yeah, we should probably find something that will accentuate those bad boys. Or girls... However you want to gender them I guess, if at all,” she said.

“Yeji,” you sighed. “I don’t want to go to a party. I’d rather keep this as transactional as possible.”

“Well... I mean sex isn’t supposed to be a transaction unless you’re into that, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal, Y/N. Promise. It can be just a simple, ‘hey, I’m looking to lose my virginity and I don’t want it to be a total disaster, care to help me out?’ and if he says no then you move on to other avenues.”

Doesn’t have to be a big deal?

Yeah right...

Finding the said campus fuck boy was harder than anticipated.

But, of course, you find him on the worst of days...

Your period had come three days early, the cramps were worse than usual and you hadn’t showered in two days due to your bathroom flooding in your apartment.

But after a very desperate and tear filled phone call, Yeji confirmed you could crash at her dorm. Her roommate had moved out in search of a single bedroom dorm so she said the bed was yours as long as you needed it.

Thank God for Yeji.

So, as you waddled to your campus library you sat down in the stiff ass wooden chair and got to work. Thankfully, the place was empty, besides for Seokjin who mainly just read magazines and scoffed for comedic effect. Although, he was nice to look at when the words on your pages started swirling together.

Just as you were settling into your routine, you heard the door to the library opening. Seokjin’s voice called out.

“Yah! Jungkook,” he hollered. “Your book is almost a week overdue.”

Your head snapped towards the door. And, like some cruel universal joke against you, the very man you were trying to have in your bed walked in looking like a four course meal... While you felt and appeared to have just been recently run over by a semi-truck.

“Ah, sorry Jin,” he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

You caught yourself right before the perfectly timed swoon.

Stop!

He’s here! You finally have your chance to talk to him, and better yet, you’re alone!

Well... Sans the weirdly attractive librarian.

“Do you have the book?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking at the... what is he doing with his foot? Why is he toeing the ground like some character in an anime?

“You see, ah, Jin,” he said, coming closer to the counter.

“No, I don’t see a book, nothing to see but a gigantic pain in my ass,” Jin sighed.

“I have the book... I guess technically, I have half of it,” Jungkook explained.

“No,” Jin said.

“Huh?”

“Nope, you did not just come in here with half a late book and expect me to save your stupid ass again,” the librarian scolded.

Jungkook gave an entirely too adorable pout for a senior sports med major.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. You found that you were staring, so quickly you turned your head back towards your studies, seemingly indifferent to the men behind you.

You put your headphones on but then their conversation continued.

“I love you,” Jungkook whined. “Please? Please please please just let me off the hook this last time and I’ll give you Bitna’s socials?”

Jin was quiet for a second. “And that other friend of yours, the cute one who wore the crop top at the last party we were at together,” he said.

“Eunwoo?”

“That’s the one.”

“Deal.”

Jin gave a pained sigh before speaking again. “Alright, now that you’re done being a public menace what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Not too sure, but-oh,” Jungkook stopped. “Sorry Jin, I didn’t know there were people here right now.”

“Ah, she’s here all the time, don’t worry about it.”

They’re talking like you aren’t there, so either they saw your headphones and assumed you weren’t listening or they really didn’t care about you listening in.

“What’s her name? Do you know?” Jungkook asked.

“Hah, good luck,” Jin said, making some noise so he was probably getting back to work.

Good, finally be useful you handsome brat.

“What? Is she not into guys?” you could hear the questioning tone taking over his voice.

“Not too sure, I’ve seen her with the same three people damn near all year. She doesn’t do human interaction it appears, her name is Y/N. Always returns her books at least a week early or comes in and renews them, you know, like a polite young lady! Unlike you, freaking barbarian,” he huffed.

“Hmm, she’s pretty,” he said, it wasn’t said in a way that would make you uncomfortable. He was saying it in a way that was just observational.

“Yeah, but watch out. She’s kinda mean sometimes, she told me once my haircut made me look like a Newfoundland! Those big freaking water dogs that look horrific when they’re wet!” He whined softly.

Ah.

Damn.

You did unfortunately say that to him.

But you didn’t mean it entirely in a bad way...

“Aww, poor thing,” Jungkook laughed.

“Go over there and get shot down, then you won’t be so happy,” the librarian was speaking in pout.

“Fine!” Jungkook said.

Your heart picked up speed.

Fuck!

What do you say? What do you do??

This attractive man was coming over to talk to you-

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

With a jolt you turned instinctively to look back and saw that Jungkook was now much much much closer. He smelled incredible. He smelt like sandalwood and spice, his skin was glowing and his eyes were crinkled with a cute little smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his hand.

“I know,” you said and your hand flew to your mouth as your eyebrows raised at the blunt words that came out of you.

Jungkook just chuckled softly. “Then I’m sorry for not extending the kindness to you, what’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you said.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Your heart was beating so fast and you couldn’t calm it no matter how much you tried to ‘breathe through your nose and out through your mouth.’

Well, maybe it didn’t work if you were doing it at the speed of sound.

“Pretty, I like that. Don’t know that I’ve heard it before,” he stated, walking around to sit in the chair next to you. He did stop before sitting down and looked at you before you gave him a gentle nod that he could join you.

At least he had manners.

He was already way ahead of the average male on this campus.

“Thanks,” you said with a gentle tone.

“So, what’s your major?” he asked. “Any grand dreams after leaving uni or are you just going to run head first into tomorrow without looking back?” His tone was light, joking. But you still felt your heart hammering in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Uh... Well, I’m a History major with a minor in English,” you said, smoothing your notes down with your hands nervously.

Jungkook nodded in acknowledgement. “That sounds tough, I never had the patience for foreign languages,” he pouted. “If I’m not good at it right away I tend to get bored easily.”

“What’s your major?” you asked, even though you knew it already.

“Oh, I’m a sports med senior,” he said with a soft smile.

You nodded, looking back at your notes. Jungkook gazed at your papers and then his eyes moved back up to you.

“So, do you have any classes today?” he offered, resting his head on his hand as he watched you fiddle with the same notebook.

“No, I’m done for the week,” you answered honestly.

“Would you like to hang out with me then?” he asked.

You turned and raised a brow, confused at his interest. Even though this is what you’d been hoping for.

“You hardly know me, what are we gonna do?” you asked.

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t hoping for at least your number,” he said.

Your eyes widened at his statement.

“And maybe a bit of fun too if you’re interested. I’m not looking for anything serious, if you’re not into it then I’m cool with leaving you be. Just thought I’d shoot my shot,” he said with a little wink.

You could feel the heat on your face as you looked at the table awkwardly. “I-I’m interested,” you said, voice soft.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he smiled at you. “Really? Well... how about we get out of here then? Your place or mine?” he offered.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “U-Uh mine is currently flooded, unfortunately... And I can’t do it today, exactly,” you said, already embarrassed.

“No?” he asked, voice gently teasing.

“I’m uh... well,” you struggled to say it. “Currently having to put those activities on hold.”

Jungkook looked confused before he seemed to understand. His eyes widened a bit before giving a softer nod. “I see, I apologize. The last thing you probably want is some guy hitting on you right now, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude about it.”

You shook your head quickly. “No! No no, it’s fine. I would’ve said something if I wasn’t comfortable, but thanks.”

“Well, when you’re feeling better maybe we can hang out,” he said with a cute little smirk.

“Um... yeah, that’d be fun,” you said.

“Then give me your phone, I’ll put my number in there,” he said, holding his hand out. Like a robot you dropped your phone into his open palm with ease. You were shocked at how quickly you did it too.

He quickly put his number in, sending himself a text so he had your number as well. He handed you your phone back carefully, giving you a little smile as you tucked it away.

“Well, I’m going to head out. But, let me know when you want to get together, I think we could have some fun,” he said with a wink before standing up and walking out the door.

Jin watched with a shocked expression while Jungkook flipped him off before blowing him a kiss.

What in the hell did you get yourself into?

After the most awkward meeting with the campus fuckboy, you find yourself panicking when he texts you first.

Four days later.

Your period had ended, thank god. So now, you were trying to make plans to finally get your cherry popped as it were.

Yeji thought you were being hilarious while you fretted over what to send him.

“Honestly, Y/N, he sent you a hello text with the waving hand emoji, it’s not that serious. Just say hi back,” she encouraged.

“How? What do I say, Yeji?” You cried, holding your phone to your chest as if it could help calm your racing heart.

“Legit, just say Hi with a smiley face,” Yeji said with a pout.

“Okay, okay I can do that,” you stressed.

Jungkook: hello 👋

You: hi 😊

Jungkook: are you feeling okay?

You turned to Yeji with a worried face. “He’s asking me if I’m okay! I was on my period when we spoke oh fuck I wanna die-”

“Christ! Y/N! Quit being so dramatic, it’s fine. You’re fine. It’s all fine!”

Yeji was rubbing her temples and you swallowed hard.

She was right.

This was supposed to be an even exchange between you and the fuckboy. So you might as well cut to the chase. It didn’t have to be so difficult, right?

You: yeah, I feel fine thank you.

Jungkook: sure, did you want to hang out tonight?

You: can we be transparent?

Jungkook: ah, are my male charms coming off too strong? Sorry, but this is me asking to get in your pants if you want to. If not, that’s fine too.

You: no worries. I’m interested but I’ve got a bit of an issue.

Jungkook: ah, inexperienced?

You: you know I was hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

Jungkook: 😂 I get that

You: so is that okay?

Jungkook: yeah, I’ll send you my address and you can come over.

You: okay 👌

You turned to Yeji with a panicked expression. “He wants me to come over now…”

She nodded excitedly. “Alright! Grab some of your cute underwear and go! I’ll keep my phone on, you just showered so you’re in prime time for some good ole fashioned hanky panky,” Yeji teased.

You nodded. “Alright, okay. I got this, I can do this.”

You grabbed some lingerie you bought online in a wine drunken stupor and threw it on.

The deep teal color looked ravishing on you. The bra securing your girls into place. You grabbed some stockings and rolled them up your legs and threw on a simple skirt and long sleeve shirt before heading towards the door.

Yeji gave you a reassuring squeeze before you left.

“If you need me just give me a call, okay?” She asked.

You nodded gratefully before heading out the door.

Half an hour later you were at what you hoped was Jungkook’s apartment.

You knocked on the door, standing outside and holding your arms nervously. A few moments passed before Jungkook opened the door. He looked at you before giving you a quick smile as he stepped back to let you in.

With a small smile you walked in and looked around. Everything was relatively clean. It was obvious someone lived here but at the same time it wasn’t filthy, a little cluttered in some areas but overall rather nice.

“It smells nice in here,” you commented.

Jungkook winked. “I lit some candles for you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes before putting your purse on the counter.

“So,” Jungkook said, grabbing some drinks from the fridge. “When you say inexperienced, how little we talking?”

You froze.

“Uh… well,” you squirmed as you stood in place. Trying not to feel too awkward. Usually, you were the one making others squirm with inexperience. Your brain was clearly scrambling trying to make you not sound like a complete idiot.

Jungkook approached with a drink, just a can of Coke, but it was thoughtful nonetheless.

“I’m a virgin,” you said, holding the bright red can in your hand. The moment seemed oddly poetic.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook nodded. “Well that changes things a bit.”

You looked at him quickly. Why did he sound like that?

“I’m sorry… is-is that a bad thing?” You asked. Usually you were far more confident than this, but everything this involved was out of your depth.

“Oh, no. It’s not bad to be a virgin, sex should happen when you’re ready and comfortable. That’s not what I’m getting at. I just don’t personally sleep with a lot of virgins,” he said, shrugging as he took a drink.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Personal, but all right,” he teased. “It’s a lot of pressure to be the only one with experience. Having to teach you not only what I like but what you like too. And, virgins tend to get a little attached. Not saying that’s a bad thing, for some people their virginity is important and what not but-it’s a lot of work.”

You pouted.

Well you didn’t think about it like that. You thought all men had that inner desire to take someone’s first time. It was pretty sexist looking back on it, so you apologized internally to the general populace before looking at Jungkook to do the same.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that, I understand if you don’t want to-uh… sleep with me,” you said, rubbing your neck.

Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, that’s not the case either. I said I don’t sleep with a lot of virgins, not that I haven’t in the past or wouldn’t continue to do so. I’m just pickier, I guess,” he said, giving you a soft smile. “I’m very much interested in sleeping with you.”

“Why?” You asked, eyes big with confusion.

Jungkook came closer, starting to back your body up against his wall. “Well, physically you’re my type. And, you’re a little awkward so it’s fun to tease you. Also, I saw a peek of your bra when you bent over to take your shoes off and I almost fucking busted,” he said. “Your tits are incredible…”

You flushed at the blatant flirting.

“I can take my shirt off and show you more,” you offered, hands already on the hem of your shirt.

“Mm, maybe in a minute. Let me kiss you first,” he offered, coming closer. You instinctually tensed up, eyes shutting tight as you tried to keep your breathing level. You waited for a moment for his lips to touch yours but they never did.

All you heard was a soft chuckle. “You look like you ate a lemon, do you not want to kiss me?”

Your eyes popped open before giving him a frown. “I do, I’ve never kissed anyone though... I don’t know what to do.”

Jungkook’s brows raised. “Wow, never been kissed either huh?”

“No, I didn’t want to be distracted,” you said quietly. “But... But now I want the distraction, so, please kiss me?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement as he leaned in and brought your lips together. You didn’t know what to do so you just let him press against you for the moment, until he was pulling back and looking at you with soft eyes. “You need to breathe, Y/N,” he said.

With a woosh of air you realized you’d been holding your breath since he leaned in. Your head went spinny and Jungkook held you by your waist to keep you up, even though there really wasn’t any danger of you falling. “Easy pretty,” he cooed while making your heart race almost painfully. “Want me to kiss you more? I’ll show you how to do it,” he whispered softly against your pouting lips.

You followed the rhythm of his mouth, gently pushing when he pulled and vice versa. It wasn’t rocket science, but there was a definite pattern you had to work hard at mastering. But, finally, Jungkook pulled back with a lazy smile.

“Hey, that one was pretty good. Can you do it again?” he asked, moving in to crowd your space again.

With light hands you wrapped them around his neck. Jungkook placed his hands on the small of your back now, pressing the two of you together tighter than before. A soft gasp fell from your lips as you grabbed his shoulders.

Jungkook chuckled before ducking his head into your neck and placing soft kisses along your collarbone and shoulders.

More comfortable with the proceedings than before, you moved to allow him space to move his mouth. Jungkook sighed against you, licking his lips as he pulled back. You looked into his eyes and swallowed the lump that threatened to form in your throat.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, eagerly moving you throughout the apartment.

Rather quickly you were moved into a tidy space that had you-admittedly-surprised.

“Oh, it’s really nice in here,” you said, looking around before Jungkook was moving into your space once more.

“Thank you, I’m thinking of redecorating,” he said, holding your waist.

“But it’s nice-”

“I’m gonna throw this shirt over there, your bra over there and your panties on the lamp,” he winked, making your heart thud dangerous in your chest.

“Wouldn’t that start a fire?”

“Not if you’re wet enough,” he smirked.

God damn, who knew fuck boys could talk like this??

You sent a prayer out to whatever deity would be listening. God? The President? An Alexa for fucksake? Anything that would keep your heart from absolutely obliterating your rib cage as this man teased you and played with your body.

However, you noticed the distinct lack of stress from your tests and exams and damned assignments. Your mind was fully occupied with Jungkook and his kisses and wandering hands.

How could you worry about those pesky responsibilities if this man killed you from lust?

Jungkook was laying you on his bed as he groped your chest with one hand while the other held him over your body. Next, his lips. They were tangled with yours, which were finally comfortable within the pattern and changes he was executing. You were a quick learner, and this was proving to be no different.

Thank fuck.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked, hands running under the hem of your thin shirt. His hands caressed your skin, making your body jolt at the newfound sensations. With hot cheeks you nodded, letting him peel the garment from you with ease as he tossed it away.

Redecorating indeed.

Jungkook gaped at your breasts sitting in your bra. Well, rather being suffocated by it at this point. His eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of your tits. He kissed the top of your cleavage, leaving gentle nips and sucks along the flesh causing shivers to roll down your spine in lust.

You leaned up briefly to unclip your bra, letting the straps drop from your shoulders and down to your elbows. Jungkook eagerly moved and helped you toss the piece away from your body.

“The color was pretty, but holy shit your tits are amazing,” he breathed, kissing your throat and neck. “Can I suck on them?”

You nodded quickly, giving him the green light which he accepted gratefully.

“Jungkook!” you gasped as he sucked a hot hickey into the bottom of your breast.

He smiled and looked at you. “Yes baby? What’s the matter?”

“That scared me,” you said, pushing his shoulder in annoyance. But honestly you were just being fussy at the embarrassment his touch was bringing you. You’d never felt this out of your depth. Not knowing stuff made you nervous, and your body didn’t understand half of what was going on. Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed, however, at your attitude. His eyes just got softer as he leaned in.

“Did it really scare you? Or are you embarrassed? Cause it’s normal, don’t be embarrassed baby, your tits are so pretty... They almost don’t fit in my palms,” he said, cupping your chest and palming one to prove his point. “So sexy...”

“F-Feels good,” you huffed softly,

He hummed, squeezing your breast and rubbing his thumb across your nipple teasingly. “You’re so sexy, baby,” he teased. He leaned down and captured your other nipple between his lips and lathed his tongue across it.

“Oh~” you mewled out. “Jungkook...”

“Y/N, you’re gonna make me bust in my pants if you say my name like that...”

“Just like it,” you mumbled, lips pouting as you squeezed your eyes shut at the pleasurable sensations running through your body.

“I know you do honey,” he purred, kissing your cleavage and across your tender chest. Sucking and nipping along the way, he found your nipple again and gently pulled it into his mouth, teasing it to a peak with his tongue. His thumb rolled across your other one, pinching it and tugging the flesh to bud just as the one in his mouth.

“F-Fuck...” you stammered, struggling to keep your mind functioning. It was difficult when almost all of these sensations were new. His lips kissing and touching along your lips and skin, his hand rough but tender on your flesh, his voice speaking hot and arousing words into your ears. It was a marvel you hadn’t combusted yet.

“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, making his head perk up at your breathless call.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes matching yours as he panted. His lips were glossy from his spit that was also covering your chest.

“Don’t stop, please,” you said, voice weak and whiny.

You’d never heard yourself make noises like this. Other than when masturbating. And honestly, that usually had to be a silent affair. Burying your pleasure in your hand as you came. But you didn’t have to be quiet now, and Jungkook seemed hell bent on ensuring you were everything but.

“Fuck, I won’t,” he breathed. “Unless you tell me to stop I won’t.”

As bare minimum as that statement was, it still made you feel more comfortable around him. The words he spoke were genuine, he wasn’t going to force you.

“Take your shirt off,” you said, tugging on the bottom of it.

Jungkook smirked as he sat up from you, pulling his top up and off of his frame. He tossed it to join yours, wherever it had landed. They were long forgotten and gladly so at this point. He leaned over you once more, showing off his tattoos that had your mouth watering in surprise. You knew he had them, but to see them up close like this was something else entirely. Jungkook was fucking hot, and the further you went the more you realized this was going to be the perfect remedy for your annoying study slump.

“Like it baby?” he asked, running his thumb across your bottom lip to tease the swelling flesh with a teasing glance.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I like it a lot...”

He smiled, bringing his lips to yours once more. “Can I touch your pussy? Wanna feel you...”

“B-Be gentle,” you stuttered, despite your best efforts.

“Of course, Y/N,” he said, running his hand underneath your skirt and touching your wetness with a soft breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby... little pussy is waiting for me huh?”

“I-I,” you whispered, a gasp leaving your lips at his thumb pressing against your clit softly. His breath fanned across your face softly, his eyes looking at your expression with intensity.

“You need to tell me if something hurts, okay? It shouldn’t be unbearable and it won’t hurt for too long, if it does let me know,” he said, running a finger down to your entrance and teasing your hole gingerly. “Gonna be snug for me, yeah?” he asked, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them off your legs.

“Yes,” you breathed, answering both of his questions with that single word. Jungkook’s eyes leveled with yours for a moment before pushing his finger inside you. You squeaked softly, heart hammering in your chest as your pussy swallowed his finger greedily. He captured your lips in a kiss that was entirely too consuming for you to think of anything other than his presence above you and inside of you.

He didn’t even stick his cock inside you yet but it was still wholly overwhelming. Is this what it felt like to be feminine? Your whole life you hadn’t really given a shit about you. All you cared about was your passion and your drive but ultimately... you had gotten lost in the sea of success. Leaving yourself as collateral.

Jungkook was awakening things inside of you, things you weren’t certain you were ready to deal with but... But perhaps it didn’t matter right now.

All that mattered right now was the sensations he was pulling from your body. Because shit... he felt so so fucking good.

“J-Jungkook,” you whined out, hands reaching for his arms.

He shushed you, pushing another finger inside you as his thumb continued to pet your clit. “It feels like a lot, doesn’t it baby?”

You nodded your head, holding his bicep with one hand while you bit your knuckle on the other.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he said, looking into your eyes.

“No, j-ust a lot, like you said,” you breathed, trying to keep yourself even moderately in check. But honestly? The longer you stayed with Jungkook, the less you felt the necessity to hide and be shy. He didn’t seem to be expecting anything, he knew of your lacking experience but didn’t seem dissuaded by it.

“Then you lay there and take what I give you like a good girl,” he said, kissing your jaw as he started to pump his hand inside your pulsing core slowly.

You wish you could cringe at that basic fuckboy response, but the rasp in his voice and the bob of his throat as he felt your walls clench around his fingers at his words made you unable to snark at him. Because even if it was basic, it was turning you on.

“O-Okay,” you whimpered, turning your head to connect your lips with his.

“Jesus,” he breathed, kissing you back eagerly. “You pick up quick,” he said with a soft smile. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

You did as he said, holding his face between your hands as you kissed him messily. Jungkook kept pumping your pussy to create the desperate ache in your lower stomach and cunt. He adjusted your kiss and lips every so often, detaching from your tempting mouth to kiss at your neck and shoulder as he worked your body over.

Finally, you could hardly take it. “J-Jungkook,” you whispered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please-”

He nodded. “I’ll get you there baby, need you nice and wet when I fuck you,” he sighed, finding your tells quickly. “Cream my fingers, Y/N, want to see you do it.”

With his words ringing in your ears you cried out your release, cumming hard on his fingers just as he wanted. Your hips and thighs trembled as he rubbed your pussy walls to coax your climax through you.

“Good girl, easy baby, did so good for me,” he whispered against your chest. “Breathe, Y/N, it’s alright.”

You didn’t realize you were still shaking. You’d never felt like that before. Heart stammering just as much as the rest of your blissed out body.

“Holy shit,” you said, voice weak and thin from panting and whining.

“Made a mess babe,” he teased, eyes sparkling with desire and lust for you. He put his fingers in his mouth for a moment before looking at your core with a hungry gaze. “Can I have a taste, Y/N? I’ll be gentle...” he murmured, leaning down and kissing your lower stomach as if to hold himself back. Carefully, he slid the stockings down and off of your legs, sending you a teasing wink-as if thanking you for the sexy attire.

“Y-Yeah, you can for a bit but... but I want you to fuck me,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled before kissing your sensitive pussy with tender lips. “Believe me, if you manage to walk out of here I will count it as a failure.”

You rolled your eyes but there wasn’t any genuine irritation. His voice was coated in sarcasm and gentle teasing, making you relax even further into his embrace.

“Tug on my hair,” he said. “Want you to tug on my hair while I eat your pussy...” he husked, leading your hand to his silky locks.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you breathed, watching his head move closer to your core.

“I hope you do,” he winked before diving in.

A sharp gasp came from your throat without you even thinking about it. The reaction was utterly instinctual as Jungkook brought his tongue to your clit, rolling around it-careful of your sensitivity. He moaned against your core, as if your flavor was enough to turn him on.

Jungkook was licking and sucking loudly. It seemed so messy and utterly vulgar but you couldn’t help but watch with morbid fascination as your core leaked more and more wetness at Jungkook’s actions.

“Yes baby, give it to me,” he groaned against your core. “Fucking wet little cunt,” he growled.

“Jungkook!” you whined, hand finally gripping on the strands of his hair.

He huffed hotly against your thigh as he kissed and sucked hickies into the supple flesh. “Fuck-fuck! Your pussy tastes so good,” he seemed almost shocked. “Fucking best pussy...”

You almost questioned his statements-but he didn’t give you the opportunity, moving his mouth over your core once more. You pulled on his hair, feeling the overwhelming sensations of pleasure consuming your mind and body as he worked his tongue over your clit and throbbing core.

“M-mmm! Jungkook, Jungkook please~” you cried. “I’m so close!”

He could tell. Your core was throbbing again and you were no doubt worked up from the sensitivity of your first orgasm. His cock was fucking aching at the mere thought of getting to be inside your soaked cunt.

“Give me one more minute,” he said, capturing your clit in his mouth and sucking.

“Jungkook!” you sobbed. “I-I can’t, I’m gonna-please!” you cried desperately.

With a gentle nod he kept up his pace on your clit as his fingers plunged back inside your hole.

“Cum baby, cum and then I’ll fuck you. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you cream my cock next,” he snarled, licking the filthy slick that covered your cunt with eager lips.

“I-I’m gonna-mm-haa~” you squealed as you came again, body heaving from the pleasure that this man ripped from your body once again.

“Easy baby,” he purred. “Feels good doesn’t it? Like my mouth on your pussy like that?” he asked, raising a brow as he licked the remnants of your orgasm from his lips and fingers.

“J-Jesus,” you hiccuped, eyes slightly teary from the intensity of the pleasure you’d received.

“Not quite baby, but I appreciate the compliment,” he said, voice breathless as he kissed you.

You registered the flavor of his kiss but there was your own mixed in and it made your stomach feel funny at the different kinds of sensations filling your body. “Jungkook,” you breathed against his mouth. “I-I’m ready now,” you panted. “Please... Please fuck me now.”

Jungkook swore against your neck before pulling his pants off and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. He tugged his boxers down and off releasing his cock and jesus fucking christ-

He was big.

It was so much different than seeing a dick in a porn video. It always seems common and typical in those scenes but in real life? In front of you like this?

It was a little intimidating to be honest.

Jungkook crawled back into bed with you, spreading your legs. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, eyes boring into yours for the answer to his question.

“Y-Yeah, just... Nervous,” you said, biting your lip.

“We don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to,” you answered quickly, realizing it was the truth. You did really want to do this. Not only to get it over with, but because maybe you were having a good time with him. You felt like someone was seeing you. Not just your cold exterior and study centric front.

The you that had always been there but just didn’t get the opportunity to be seen.

What an odd time to have a revelation such as this.

“Okay, deep breath,” he said.

You did as he said and jolted when his cock rubbed against your core, the cold sensation surprising you. “I put some lube on, it might be a little cold, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Look at me, tell me if it hurts too much okay? Shouldn’t be too bad.”

With a soft nod Jungkook pushed forward, burying his cock halfway inside you in an easy thrust.

“Ah!” you squeaked out, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Don’t tense up, try to relax,” he said, kissing your neck and jaw.

He was right. It wasn’t excruciating pain, but it was certainly uncomfortable, and it felt so much bigger than you thought.

“F-Feels like a lot,” you whispered, voice whiny and high.

“I know baby, just breathe. Doing so good,” he praised, making the glide of his cock inside you that much easier. Jungkook touched his forehead to your temple, easing himself the rest of the way in. His hand held tight to your thigh, soft pants hitting your neck.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

“You good?” he asked, pulling back just a touch to look at you.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Like I said... just a lot.”

He nodded, moving forward just a touch to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back, mouth now finding a pleasant rhythm with his.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling away from your lips for just a moment. “Can I move? I need to fuck you before I fucking bust from how tight you are,” he moaned.

You clenched at the sound of his desperation, which caused him to rut forward into you. “Kook!” you squeaked the shortened version of his name at the sudden jutting of his hips which he quickly apologized for.

“S-Sorry, you squeezed me so fucking tight-I’m already so fucking hard.”

His words weren’t entirely making sense to you either, your mind was pretty occupied with his body more than his speaking.

It was so odd to share your body with another person. He was legitimately inside of you. How did that make any sense? But it felt so good. You hadn’t expected that part. You thought he’d touch you and you’d cum once, if you were lucky. However, you shouldn’t have doubted the prowess of the one Jeon Jungkook. Campus Fuckboy extraordinaire.

“-can I?” his voice cut in through your cock drunk thoughts.

“What?” you asked.

“Can I move now? Please? I need to fuck you now,” his breaths were short and stilted, like he was fighting to hold back the primal urge of fucking you into his mattress.

You nodded. “J-Just be careful,” you said, voice thick with want.

“Yes baby, whatever you want,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your heart was the thing that twinged after hearing those words.

Surprisingly enough. This fuckboy was more interesting than you originally believed.

His hips meeting yours in a seamless glide had a shocked moan fall from your lips. “J-Jungkook-”

“Kook,” he said above you. “I liked that one,” he panted, giving you a dopey smile. “You can call me Kook. I like when you say it, fuck,” he said, brows furrowing in pleasure. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

You briefly wondered if fuck was the only cuss word he knew. But you chided yourself, because honestly you didn’t even think you could speak currently.

He gave steady thrusts inside your center, making you mewl in surprise at the burning pleasure it created in your tummy.

“Kook,” you breathed, mind whirling in shocks of pleasure.

“Yeah baby, I’m right here,” he said, voice sweet as sugar. “Fucking you so good baby, do you like my dick? Like when I fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” you cried, hands wrapping around his neck.

Jungkook lifted your upper body, pulling you into his lap as he kneeled on his bed. You were sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside your snug walls. You held onto him as he adjusted your legs slightly so your hips wouldn’t ache so bad.

“There baby, hang onto me, yeah? Let me fuck you like this,” he whispered, kissing your chin as he started to roll his hips up against yours. “Move back against me Y/N,” he encouraged, guiding you by your waist, grinding your ass in the cup of his pelvis. “Just like that...”

He moaned against your chest, his hand creeping down to your ass to pull you closer. As if you two were melded together enough.

“Fuck, Jungkook-feels, so big,” you whined, arms winding around his neck as you dropped your ass on your own, Jungkook’s hands guiding you.

“Yeah baby, ride my cock... feels so fucking tight inside you, best pussy right here... Where’ve you been all my life, fucking shit,” he growled, pulling you in for a messy kiss.

You were too scrambled by the feeling of sex that you didn’t quite capture the meaning of his words. Maybe that was for the best.

Jungkook’s mind was reeling. It had been a while since he’d had sex with a virgin, but he never remembers it being this intense. But shit, you squeezed him just right, making his mind stutter while you whimpered softly from his cock rolling into you deftly. It was everything he could do not to blow his load.

“F-Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. “Pussy too tight on my cock, fuck...”

“Okay-I... I’m getting close too,” you moaned.

Jungkook reached between the two of you to gently massage your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Feels good baby? Cum for me, I wanna see you do it again.”

You whined and cried at his thumb on your sensitive clit, but it was slowly pushing you to your end.

“Kook! Jungkook!” you sobbed, gripping his shoulders and upper back desperately. “Fuck!”

“Make me cum baby, come on,” he growled, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He dropped you on your back, following you shortly and slipping inside your twitching pussy.

“Yes, wanna make you cum,” you mewled. “Cum Jungkook, please,” you said.

He held you tightly, rubbing quick circles on your clit to finally push you to your third orgasm of the night.

Shockingly, he did it, making you gasp and shriek his name. He felt how tight your walls became during your orgasm and he gladly followed you in pleasure.

“Fuck yes, yes baby make me cum, holy shit-Y/N,” he groaned, jutting his hips into your sloppily. With a pleasured cry, Jungkook emptied himself into the condom.

You two didn’t know how long the aftershocks of your orgasms lasted, but you were certain it was close to five minutes before anyone spoke.

“You okay?” his voice rasped, making you turn your head with a soft expression on your face. Jungkook felt his chest stammer at the bleary but pleased look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”

He nodded. “Sit there, I’m gonna go get us some water and help you clean up.”

Jungkook gave you a soft smile before moving away and tossing the used condom in his garbage and heading into the bathroom. Your heart was thudding hard in your chest.

You did it.

You’d had sex.

And it was the furthest thing from terrible you think you’ve ever experienced. Was all sex like this? Or was it the sex with Jungkook that happened to be incredible. You can see what all the other girls he’d slept with were talking about. He literally made your legs turn to jelly.

“Here’s some water, sit up?” he asked, moving in to sit next to you.

You flushed at the fact you both were still naked. “Thanks,” you whispered, voice much hoarser than you’d anticipated. With eager sips you drank the water, handing him the cup when you were finished. He pushed you on your back gently and moved between your legs.

With the remaining shame you had you squeaked and grabbed his wrists for a second. He looked at you, startled. “What?”

“Sorry,” you murmured. “Caught me off guard, I just expected you to have me take care of it.”

“Nah, I got it, you probably can’t walk yet either,” he mentioned before cleaning up the mess between your thighs. You shivered at the sensations but shortly Jungkook was tossing the dirty washcloth into his laundry and laying on the bed with you for a moment.

He breathed in deeply, like he had just eaten a great meal and was digesting.

“Do I have a chance to fuck you on the regular?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“What?” you asked, snapping your head to the side to look at him with shock written across your features.

Jungkook gave you a handsome smile. “If not I apologize for saying it so bluntly, but I liked having sex with you, I want to do it again. Or, you, respectively.”

You couldn’t quite believe him still. But, you couldn’t help the twinge of interest in your stomach. He was attractive, and he was offering you stress relief realistically whenever you both wanted it.

“I-I guess? I mean, what does that make us? Friends with benefits? Booty call buddies?” You wondered out loud.

Jungkook chuckled softly. “Whatever you want, I guess,” he stated.

You looked at him with a raised brow but he just gave you another attractive but cryptic smile-hiding his true emotions with the alluring smirk.

“Something tells me you don’t mean that,” you sighed. “But, I guess you text me, or I’ll text you. Whenever,” you said, moving to grab your things.

Jungkook sat down on the bed, having pulled on his boxers while watching your frame collect your clothes and start pulling them on. You sat down next to him in silence, tugging your stockings back up your legs and covering your skin that had Jungkook frowning.

“What?” You asked, turning to him.

He quickly snapped out of it, looking at you with a mock pained expression. “You could make a grown man cry baby,” he said.

“You’re going to make me cry with those lines,” you said with a sour face.

“Feisty,” he said with a teasing grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the heat that settled in your face. You’d never really been flirted with or anything of that matter, so to have him so blatantly made your heart stammer and squeeze in ways you weren’t necessarily prepared for.

Jungkook watched you grab your things, bending to grab your things from the floor and flashing your panty covered ass to him. He sighed, fighting the urge to take you again right now. Plus, you had no clue you were presenting so nicely to him-

“Quit staring at my ass,” you said with an unamused expression.

Jungkook laughed a bit before leaning back on his hands. “You’re so different when you’re not having sex.”

“You’re more annoying,” you said with a blank expression. The front was back and Jungkook found it odd how quick you went back. He wondered if you’re truly this way or if you merely didn’t know any other facets of your personality.

Something fun to discover...

“Did you want a ride back?” he offered, in lieu of a response to your sour attitude.

With a flushed expression you bit your lip.

“Yes please.”

Jungkook smiled. “Let me get dressed.”

Jungkook was waiting for his phone to ring. To ding. To alert him of anything in regards to you. The little virgin that had him wrapped around your finger so tightly. And you hardly knew it.

The two of you had been texting here and there, and had sex twice since the first time. And Jungkook could be honest with himself.

You were his favorite person to have sex with.

Hands down, no cap, your pussy was top notch and-and there was something about you specifically that he couldn’t put his finger on. He liked making you flustered and listening to you talk about your classes after the two of you were done fucking. You were curious about so many things, and there was a lot running through your mind at all hours of the day.

And, as much as you wanted to give off the cold bitch exterior, Jungkook knew you were kind at heart.

Because you’d been feeding a stray cat outside your dorm building for the past two weeks and he was certain if you could you would’ve brought it inside already. The weather was getting colder and you were no doubt worried that the poor thing wasn’t going to make it through the harsh weather.

“She’s so cute, Jungkook! You should come by and meet her sometime,” you said one afternoon as the two of you sat in the library while you studied.

“I don’t like cats,” Jungkook commented offhandedly.

“I don’t like you,” you snarked, and Jungkook rolled his eyes at your snotty remark. Even though he knew it wasn’t true. If you didn’t like him Jungkook had an odd feeling you’d make yourself scarce after the interactions you’ve had.

“You like my dick though,” he huffed.

You squeaked out in embarrassment and smacked his shoulder. “Shh! Don’t say stuff like that!” you huffed.

“It’s true, why deny it baby?” he teased, leaning forward on his elbows.

“God sometimes I wanna break your nose,” you sighed, turning back to your papers and looking down.

Jungkook watched your mind work, solving the problems on your paper like it was nothing. He was always impressed by your knowledge and ability to learn new things so quickly, he found that he could easily be jealous if he let himself.

But honestly, jealousy didn’t look good on him and there wasn’t much he was envious of in this world. He had a good face, good body and decent enough grades. If anything he could be a bit of a pain in the ass but the other things made up for the latter.

He didn’t say these things to be arrogant or anything, they were merely truths. People treated him differently because of these things and he wasn’t going to say otherwise. But you? You treated him just like Namjoon and Hoseok, except you let him fuck you every so often.

Speaking of...

“Hey, wanna go back to my place?” he asked, resting on his elbow.

“Why? I’m busy studying,” you said without looking up.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, shrugging.

You sighed deeply. “I swear to God Jungkook-”

“Is that a no?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t pushing any boundaries that he shouldn’t. Honestly he hadn’t fucked anyone as consistently as he had you in the past four years of college. And he couldn’t find himself hating it either.

Jungkook had only had one serious girlfriend and that was back in highschool and honestly, he didn’t think they were that committed in the first place. Plus, teenagers hardly know what they want for breakfast, it’s hard to believe they know they’re going to be with someone for the next two weeks, let alone for the rest of their lives.

But, Jungkook was twenty five, and he was starting to think that the two of you could possibly...

Well. That might be a conversation for another time.

“Come on,” you said, standing and putting your stuff in your backpack.

“Yeah?” Jungkook said, a smile forming on his features at the thought of having you in his bed all over again.

“Yeah, I want you, let's go,” you said, not wasting any time and taking his hand.

The librarian, Seokjin, looked at Jungkook being dragged out of the library and then looked to Namjoon who was helping another student but was also shocked at the proceedings.

“Know anything about that king of the nerds?” Seokjin asked him.

“That subject is one I don’t care to study,” Namjoon said.

“Well that’s lame,” Seokjin huffed before turning back to his phone. “You kids wear my ass out.”

You and Yeji were hanging out in your dorm again after you fed Eden.

The orange little tabby had been coming around more frequently and it made your heart sing with joy. You’d never had a pet back home and the fact that you’d befriended such a cute little creature made your day.

Also showing Jungkook pictures and trying to sway him had turned into a new favorite pastime as well.

“Who are you texting?” Yeji asked as she came out of your bathroom, sitting on your bed with you.

“Just Jungkook,” you said, tossing your phone to the side.

“You two seem to be getting along well, huh?” she asked, raising a brow at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing serious Yeji, just sex with some hanging out in between.”

She looked at you with an examining gaze. “He’s just having sex with you, right?” she asked for confirmation.

“I don’t know, I think so. I’m on birth control and we always use condoms so I’m not too worried about it. What, do you think I should get tested or something?” you asked.

“No, no Y/N, nothing like that I meant more of... If you two are just fucking and hanging out sometimes then, are you possibly considering dating him?” she asked.

“Huh? No, why would I date him?” you asked, feeling a trickle of uncertainty trail down your spine. Did it seem like you were interested? It’s not like you didn’t think he was attractive or anything it’s... you didn’t need any more distractions! The sex was enough of a distraction, you didn’t need anything else from him...right?

Yeji held her hands up. “It was just a question, Y/N, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve but... If there was one to hit, maybe ask yourself why?”

Because he’s not what I thought he was...

He’s nice.

He’s funny.

I like him a little more than I think I should-

“No nerve struck, Yeji,” you shrugged. “Just not interested in dating right now.” You tried your best to remain nonchalant but Yeji could tell. There was definitely a nerve she’d struck, and she thinks she knows exactly the one as well.

But, you can lead a horse to water. You can’t make it drink. Even if it’s on the brink of death. The horse must make that decision for itself.

When Jungkook received a call at two am from you crying he was stunned to say the least. He’d fallen asleep after studying late for his finals when he heard his phone ringing. A small smile made its way to his face when he saw your name and icon pop up.

Y/N 🐱🔥

“It’s two am baby, you need help going to sleep Y/N-”

“Kook please, she needs help!”

“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, sitting up in bed at the sound of your distressed voice.

“Eden-she’s sick and I don’t know what’s wrong with her... She showed up outside the dorm and laid down and now she is panting hard and-I’m scared, I don’t know what to do about this. I can’t bring her in, the RA would kick my ass-”

“I’ll be there, we’ll take her to the vet, okay? We’ll make sure your kitten’s okay,” he promised. “Wait with her and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Jungkook showed up in ten minutes, and there you stood with the small orange tabby in your arms with tears in your eyes. He put the car in park and jumped out to approach you and the cat.

“Hey, Y/N-baby, don’t cry...” he whispered, trying to keep his voice down. This was the first time he’d seen you this physically upset.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, she’s so sick and I-I don’t know what happened,” you cried.

“Shh, baby,” he cooed, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I have a friend who’s a vet tech, want me to give him a call?” Yoongi would be pissed he called at fuck o’clock in the morning but he’d help when he knew what was happening.

Yoongi could be an asshole but he loved animals.

“Please,” you sniffled.

“Come sit in the car, it’s getting cold,” he said.

A phone call, a very angry Yoongi and several more tears on your end-you and Eden were finally sleeping in the clinic Yoongi worked for. You were passed out in the chair next to Eden’s temporary kennel.

“Once she poops and I can run that sample you can take her home,” Yoongi said. “The on-call vet said she should be okay, just too cold outside for her right now. Seems like she's sensitive to the cold.”

Jungkook sighed and nodded his head. “Yeah, whatever she needs I’ll take care of it.”

Yoongi snickered at him which caused Jungkook to turn a very sharp glare in his direction, to which Yoongi flicked his forehead.

“Don’t be a little bitch,” the older man warned him. “She’s cute, your girlfriend? Prospective girlfriend?” he asked, nodding towards your direction. “Settling down Mr. Campus fuckboy?” He said some brutal things but most people who knew him understood it was just his style of communicating. But Jungkook sighed heavily and Yoongi seemed to understand that this was different. You were different to him.

Jungkook and looked back at you. “She’d never date me,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m just a good fuck to her.”

Yoongi tilted his head in confusion. “Odd, that’s usually the reversed position.”

“I like switching positions,” Jungkook said, with no humor in his voice.

The older man came over and really looked at Jungkook. “You really like her?”

“Something like that,” Jungkook shrugged, turning back to look at you sleeping in the chair. “Whatever she needs, I’ll pay for it.”

“The cat or her?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, he didn’t need to.

—

You brought Eden home the next morning, a smile on your face as you cuddled the warm ball of fur.

Well, you brought her to Jungkook’s home. You weren’t going to be able to keep her in the dorms so Jungkook’s apartment was going to have to work in the meantime.

He didn’t pitch a fit like you had presumed he would, he was surprisingly understanding and welcoming of the little kitten that had stolen your heart.

Jungkook had bought some stuff from the clinic and Yoongi gave over some supplies they weren’t going to be using for her as well. Even getting her a small baby blue collar with a bell on it to hold her tags.

“I’ll come over to help whenever you want,” you said, turning to drop the kitten on the floor to wander about.

She sniffed around until she flopped on the plush rug and seemed to preen happily. You swooned at her adorable paws and fluffy tail, you’d never been allowed pets at home, so to have one (kinda) now was so meaningful.

Jungkook watched you, his heart sitting heavy in his ribs. He was confused, he was tired. And honestly all he wanted was to lay down. But when you turned to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips he couldn’t help but kiss back eagerly.

“Thank you,” you breathed against his lips. “Thank you for helping her, for helping me.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, capturing your lips again. He really liked kissing you, finding himself leading you to his couch with his hands wrapping around your waist to grab at the small of your back.

You both tumbled onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, Jungkook kissing and sucking on your neck and collarbones. “Fuck baby,” he breathed, feeling the excitement of having you coursing through his veins.

“K-Kook,” you whined softly, willing to spend the morning fooling around with him. Especially after he helped you and Eden so much. He didn’t even tell you how much it was to give her the emergency treatment.

He promised Yoongi gave him a good deal, but that didn’t mean it was inexpensive.

Yeji’s words lingered in the back of your head but you tried desperately not to think about it too much. Because all you cared about was Jungkook’s hands roaming your body, his sweet lips kissing down your neck and to your chest.

You spent the morning tangled together, the cute purrs of a very sleepy, but content kitten in the background.

“You’re leading him on, Y/N,” Yeji said with a soft sigh.

“I am not! He’s not interested in dating me, Yeji, he’s the campus fuckboy-”

“When was the last time you heard him sleeping with someone other than you? When was the last time he was spotted at a party? Y/N, he’s spending all his extra time with you. You and that damned cat.”

Jungkook and you had been spending more and more time together recently. And most of it wasn’t spent fucking. It was hanging out, watching movies, playing with the cat or going out to eat.

“We can be friends that fuck around sometimes,” you twiddled your thumbs.

Yeji sighed and looked down at her papers. “He seems nice, and he likes you, if you don’t want to date him then be honest with him.”

“You were the one who told me to fuck him in the first place!” You lamented.

“Your poor decisions aren’t my fault, neither are your good ones. If you want to have a skewed moral compass that’s fine. But I’m telling you now, don’t lead a guy like him on.”

“A guy like him?” You questioned.

“One that cares about you.”

—

Fridays were your happy days. You didn’t have any classes and the weekend could be spent doing nothing but your homework, which was minimal, and lazing around with Jungkook and Eden.

The two of you had kinda dubbed Friday’s your days.

You two were watching another movie on the couch, eyes watching the screen. Jungkook was resting back in the cushions, brown orbs fluttering as he struggled to keep them open.

He’d been working extra shifts at the bar, something you hadn’t really noticed. A few projects had been due so you were more focused on getting those done than hanging around with people.

Yeji had whined to you so you decided to hang out with her for the evening the other night.

Jungkook texted you this morning asking if you were busy and wanted to chill. You anticipated a little more than watching a movie but you didn’t want to be pushy, especially since he was so tired.

“Baby,” he called.

He’d started calling you the term of endearment a while back and you hadn’t corrected him, just letting him do whatever he wanted. It was easier than listening to him complain. It also caused flutters to rise in your chest that you promptly ignored each and every time.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking at him.

“What are we?”

The words hung in the air, shocking you entirely.

What could you say to that? Did you... Did you tell him?

No, you couldn’t there wasn’t anything for you to say to him-so in a panic you let out a puff of laughter. Although, Jungkook didn’t share your humor in this situation. And you knew this was going to take a turn for the worse.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he stated.

“No you’re not Jungkook,” you played it off, the dangerous thudding in your chest making you feel almost sick.

“Y/N,” he said, voice firmer as he sat up and looked at you. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks, but you keep either deflecting me or telling me ‘now isn’t a good time’, when is it gonna be a good time to talk about us?” He asked, eyes glimmering.

“Y-You fuck around with people Jungkook, I’m not interested in dating a fuck boy,” you stammered.

Fuck!

Jungkook’s eyes dimmed.

“Is that all you think of me? Really, Y/N?” He asked. “After everything we’ve done? After everything I...”

He wouldn’t look at you for a moment. Or he couldn’t bring himself to do so. You swallowed thickly and watched as Eden trotted into the room. Jungkook looked to the cat and then to you before letting a defeated chuckle out of his lips.

“Who knew you’d be the one breaking my heart, baby,” he whispered.

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him. “J-Jungkook,” you said, trying to get a grip on your spiraling thoughts.

“I think you should go,” he said, still not lifting his gaze to yours. You watched as a few drops hit the couch.

Was he…

“Jungkook-”

“Please Y/N? I really can’t hold out long,” he pleaded, voice thick with emotion.

You scrambled to stand up and head to the door. Eden followed after you and you were about to pick her up when Jungkook called. “I’ll still watch her… I have her papers,” he said, voice hoarse like he was keeping his cries back.

“Okay… Goodbye Jungkook,” you said, walking out of his apartment, mind reeling. So much so you didn’t hear him whisper your name in grief.

“Goodbye baby…”

So much for Fridays being your happy days…

You wandered aimlessly for a while. How much time had passed? An hour? Two? Twenty minutes? You really couldn’t be certain, but you found yourself back at your dorm. You walked in and felt wetness on your face.

You were… crying?

No… You were sobbing. Your chest ached, heart pounding in your head. Why were you crying so hard? Did-Did Jungkook really mean that much to you? Or was it because you weren’t going to see Eden again? Even that thought made a sour face appear, because you couldn’t keep lying to yourself.

Because look where it got you.

Alone, all over again.

You crawled into bed and looked at your phone with watery eyes. No messages. Jungkook had been texting you goodnight recently, and asking if you’d eaten.

There was nothing.

No messages, no calls. And you felt like an idiot for expecting one, for even humoring the thought of Jungkook being okay after what you did. You did exactly what Yeji said you shouldn’t. You played with him. You wanted the relationship without the hard parts. Without the uncomfortable topics of feelings and eventual arguments and fights. And that isn’t fair.

Not to Jungkook and not to you either.

But how do you fix it? How do you tell him… that you actually might have feelings for him as well?

Would you even have the opportunity to do that at this point? Some part of you hoped that you would be able to go back to him. To tell him you were sorry.

But there was a bigger part of you that had no idea how to proceed.

—

You were sitting in the library, Namjoon trying for the fiftieth time to try and explain this portion of your assignment to you.

It had been a week and Jungkook still hadn’t reached out to you. You hadn’t even seen him at school. It was as if he didn’t exist. And that was breaking your heart more and more as time passed by.

Jungkook had become more than a booty call, and you had to him as well. And you completely disregarded his emotions and ran away like a scared puppy. You didn’t even try to listen to him, because at that moment-you didn’t care.

You cared more about your comfort than his emotions and his attempt at creating something more between the two of you.

He’d taken your virginity for fuckssake, but you were the one struggling to commit to him.

“Y/N? What’s going on with you this week? You’re really out of it,” Namjoon said.

You swallowed hard and found tears welling up in your eyes. You’d tried to bury your feelings. You tried to forget about it all. You wanted to move on, but you couldn’t. Because ultimately, you were wrong. You shouldn’t have led Jungkook on. And you shouldn’t have ignored his attempts in the past to possibly move your relationship from a casual arrangement to something more exclusive and intimate.

Possibly life changing at the end of the day.

And there was nothing you could do to stop your tears now.

Because you just wanted him back.

“Y/N? Shit, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, moving closer to support you. “Hey… what’s got you so upset huh?”

“I-I think I like Jungkook,” you cried.

Namjoon reeled back in confusion. “T-The fuckboy?”

“I-I’ve been hanging out with him for months and we’ve fucked around but he saved my cat and I just like talking to him and-and he’s never thought of me as anything other than me… He’s made me feel like a person and not a studying machine… I fucked it up Namjoon,” you sobbed.

The older man was at a loss of what to do for you, you were still in the library and people were starting to look at the pair of you in concern.

“D-Do you want me to call Yeji? Or Hobi? Shit, uh, I c-can call-”

“Y/N!” Yeji’s voice called through the library, walking over as she started to hold you. “Hey, hey,” she cooed. “Come on, let’s get you to your dorm.”

You sniffled helplessly, like a child recovering from a massive meltdown.

“Yeah,” you whispered, gathering your things as you tried to keep your tear stricken face from plain view. People weren’t outright rude to you generally, but you knew that their impression of you was the cold bitch who only knew how to study.

It was the front you’d portrayed for years, until Yeji started to wear it down and Jungkook demolished it completely. Or so you’d hoped. Especially in regards to him.

Unfortunately for both of your hearts, yours wasn’t ready to hear its own call. To hear Jungkook’s.

Yeji managed to get you back to your dorm, and when she shut the door the waterworks started all over again. You clung to the younger girl and sobbed hard.

“Y/N?! Hey! What’s wrong, huh? What’s going on-”

“I fucked up so bad, Yeji!” you sobbed.

Yeji sighed, nodding as she led you to your bed, sitting down with you while brushing your hair away from your face. “What did you say to him, huh?”

“That he didn’t really want a relationship. That I wasn’t interested in dating someone who fucked around,” you cried.

A deeper sigh came from your friend, before a soft chuckle reached your ears. “I didn’t know it would take this much to get you to date him. Or this many tears,” she cooed.

You turned with your watery and puffy face and looked at her. “What do you mean, Yeji?”

She smiled softly. “When you started looking at his pictures you didn’t go for the sexy ones, you looked at all of the soft ones, remember? I knew you weren’t going to be able to resist.”

You looked at her with your watery eyes and she brought you into a tight hug. “I don’t think this is unfixable, Y/N, that man is kinda a big simp for you. You know he hates cats? Or he used to? He saw you with Eden that night and took her in for you, and has been caring for her with you. I think you have a chance to make this right. Just be honest, and apologize.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know where to start,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty.

“‘I’m sorry’ will probably work just fine.”

It sounded so easy when Yeji said it last night as she comforted you. But now you stood with Jungkook’s favorite coffee drink and you could feel your hands sweating. And it had nothing to do with the warm drink in your hands. You held another piece of paper in your hand, but you didn’t care as much about that.

At least not anymore.

You were so nervous. More nervous than you had been when you took your entrance exams, more nervous than the finals you just totally flunked. You had retakes coming up because your teachers were just as shocked at your blatant failing as you were. That was part of the project you’d been working on with Namjoon in the library when you had your meltdown the other day.

But honestly, you’d fail them all over again if it meant that Jungkook would forgive you for being such a grade A asshole. Because he didn’t deserve that.

Without any more ceremony, you knocked on the door.

“Coming!” his voice called through the door.

Your heart stammered at the sound. You didn’t realize how much you missed it after a week of not hearing it.

“Yeah-oh... Hi Y/N,” he said, eyes immediately turning distant. You panicked and shoved the coffee towards him.

“I’m failed!”

Jungkook tilted his head, confused at your stammering voice and the drink being pushed towards him. “You... what?” he asked, needing clarification.

You could feel the embarrassment coursing through you. But you’d come too far to quit now, and you needed to apologize at the very least.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you said, looking up at him with your sad expression. “I failed. I failed you first. And in turn, I failed myself and... and us,” you said, the words falling from your lips without much thought. And once they started, they didn’t stop.

“I failed my finals,” you whispered. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was supposed to be studying. I couldn’t stop thinking about the nights on the couch when we would cuddle with Eden and drink coffee. I missed our laundry days, I missed watching movies. I-I missed you. I fucked up, I disregarded your feelings because I wasn’t ready to accept my own... It was wrong of me and I-I’m sorry,” you breathed.

He seemed stunned.

And to be honest, he was. You weren’t known for apologizing for anything. You had this front that Jungkook could see through the moment he’d approached you in the library. At first he thought you were just hot and wanted to fuck, but as you two started to hang out more, and fuck more, he found that he just thought your closeness and tender heart with tsundere exterior was cute.

Now that you’re here, apologizing to his face. He knew how much this must’ve taken, he’d have to thank Yeji for helping you once more. No doubt the time apart had hurt you just as much as it had him. And he was surprised when he didn’t even want to drown his sorrows in another woman, or alcohol. He just looked at the few photos of you in his phone and snuggled that damned cat he was certain would be the death of him.

But, that was all a conversation you two could have later.

Right now, he was interested in the paper in your hand.

“What are you holding?” he asked, in lieu of an answer.

“My final,” you said, looking at him with your beautiful eyes he swore he could get lost in sometimes.

“Why did you bring your final to me?”

“Because I failed. I failed almost all my finals this semester.”

Jungkook was shocked, because you’d said it but he didn’t necessarily expect you to fail that badly. Was it failing in your eyes or in the eyes of actual academia?

“What did you get?” he asked.

“Thirty-seven percent,” you said with a hot face.

Jungkook was stunned now. Because that was failing. No doubt about it. “W-what? Baby that’s awful... I’m sorry-”

“You called me baby,” you whispered. A small smile on your face. “C-Can I come in?”

He sighed and opened the door, letting you inside of his apartment. You moved inside and set his coffee down on the counter before Eden came trotting into the entryway with a very loud meeeooowwww!

“She’s been such a little shit,” he laughed. “I think she missed you, mommy.”

“I missed you,” you said to the cat, a smile on your features as she rubbed against you and meowed happily. She flopped down on her side and you rubbed her face and belly, surprisingly remaining unscathed. When she seemed content and pranced away you stood and turned to Jungkook again. “I missed you too. A lot.”

Jungkook smiled at you. “I missed you too, baby,” he said. “I accept your apology.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, looking at him with a tenderness he didn’t see coming. “I-I want to be with you, Jungkook.”

He came closer, bringing you into his arms, kissing your temple. “Then that’s where you’ll be, baby. With me.”

With that he moved his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your lower back and squeezing you tight to his body. You sighed happily, curling into his warmth and embrace as you felt the course of want throb through your body. Jungkook’s hand moved from your lower back to your ass and squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smirked. “Yeah? Wanna have make up sex?”

You flushed at his blatant egging you on, but you also hadn’t had him in so long and you really wanted to kiss him and hold him. As mushy and gross as that was, it made your heart flutter to know he wanted you just as much. You didn’t want to be ashamed of the joy this man brought you. So you kissed him back as your answer, following his lead to his bedroom. Jungkook squeezed your hips and kicked his door shut.

“Jump baby,” he encouraged. You did as he asked and jumped into his waiting arms, making a soft squeak when his hands grabbed onto your ass.

“Jungkook,” you murmured, kissing his jaw and up to his ear. He sighed in pleasure as your sweet mouth worked eager pecks into his skin, causing goosebumps to raise along his arms and neck.

“Yes, fuck...” he groaned, cradling your neck as he carried you to his bed.

After a few more hot kisses he laid you down carefully, towering over you with a hungry expression on his face, but also feeling oddly emotional to have you now.

“Gonna fuck you baby,” he promised, bringing his lips to yours once more. His mouth was warm and comforting as he teased his tongue inside. You let him in and let the heady kiss continue to fuck you up more and more.

“Want you,” you breathed. “I always want you, Jungkook... Want to be yours,” you whispered.

“You are mine,” he growled, capturing your mouth again and again. It seemed you could barely breathe without him trying to steal the very words and breath from your lungs through his kiss.

You lifted your legs to cage in his waist as he started to press you further and further into the bed. With devious hands you tugged on his shirt to pull it off his body. He let you, allowing the material to fall to the floor and surging back to connect your mouths.

It didn’t occur to you how much Jungkook liked kissing you until you had him trying to suck your soul out of your mouth like this. But it only added to the heat and desire in the situation. To be desired and to desire someone, it was consuming the two of you in this moment.

You were consuming each other. And you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop. Ever.

“Jungkook~” you called when he started sucking on your neck and shoulder. He bit down and caused your legs to squeeze his waist from the pleasure.

“Yes baby, fuck...” he encouraged, dipping on hand under your skirt to touch your soaking core. “So wet...” he marveled, licking and sucking his way back to your mouth. “Let me touch?”

“Yes! Please, please touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips forward. You’d been with Jungkook several times at this point. You knew what to do to make him crazy, and how to pleasure yourself with his body against yours.

He groaned, your pleading tone making his cock throb with need. “Want my fingers pretty? Want me to make you cum on my tongue?”

You nodded quickly, the idea of his hot mouth on your aching center had you mewling his name. “Jungkook! Jungkook please,” you cried.

“Of course, love eating your little cunt,” he moaned, pushing your skirt up and away from your center. His greedy hands pulling your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time before connecting his mouth to your wet heat.

“Jungkook!” you cried, head falling back into his sheets as he pleasured you. “Fuck, feels so good!” You found your hand tangling into his hair, tugging as he licked at your clit with his tongue flattened.

If there was one way Jungkook would like to go out of this world, it was with his head between your thighs, because he was sure this was the closest thing to heaven. You tasted incredible to him, and your sweet whimpers and mewls while he ate you out drove him insane in the best way.

You were writhing in pleasure, Jungkook pushing two fingers inside your heat to egg you closer to the orgasm you desperately craved. He moaned when you gave his hair another sharp tug, making his hips buck into the mattress to try and relieve the pressure in his lower stomach and throbbing cock.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Taste s’good,” he slurred against your pussy. It made your mind dizzy with how much he enjoyed pleasuring and tasting you. You worried about it when you first started having sex. You thought men didn’t particularly like it, and before you’d even started you worried he wouldn’t like it or wouldn’t be interested in doing it but boy oh boy. Jungkook very quickly proved you wrong.

He seemed to get off on it almost as much as you.

“Jungkook!” you whined, feeling his fingers thrusting inside you gingerly to ease you into opening up. “Baby~”

“That’s it, my good girl,” he purred, licking at your clit again to give you the extra push he knew would send you over the edge into bliss.

Your legs tensed around his head and Jungkook moaned into your core as you found yourself being thrown into your orgasm with little warning. “Jungkook! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

He eased you through it, gingerly thrusting his fingers while softly kissing your core. “Good girl, cum for me...”

“Baby... Need you, let me suck your dick? Please? Wanna taste you too,” you pleaded, reaching for his pants.

Jungkook was a weak man for his girlfriend begging to suck his dick. Especially when his girlfriend was you. Your sweet pleading eyes looking at him. How could he resist?

“Of course baby, all for you...” He said, standing up to pull his pants and boxers off in one swift motion while you tugged your shirt and bra off frantically, tossing them to meet his on the floor.

Once you two were naked, Jungkook approached with his hard cock in his hand as he slowly pumped himself to relieve the desperate ache he felt. “Gonna suck me baby?” he asked, watching with hooded eyes as you lowered yourself to the floor on your knees.

“Yes, wanna suck you off,” you said, kissing his lower stomach with tender kisses. Jungkook sighed happily at your sweet mouth but soon you were replacing his hand with your own, pumping his length while biting your lip and looking into his eyes with your demure gaze. “You know, I’ve never been one for nicknames in the bedroom... but I think I can make an exception...”

Jungkook raised his brows at you, hips jolting at the thought of you calling him a name in the bedroom. You’d kept it pretty basic with ‘baby’ and his name, which wasn’t a bad thing. He much preferred your helpless cries of pleasure than any name...

But, Jungkook was also a rather simple man in the bedroom and he had the common name kink.

“Gonna call me daddy baby?” he asked, teasing your lip with his thumb.

“If you want,” you said, licking his tip and opening your mouth to let some of his cock move inside your warmth.

“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded. “I want you to, please baby...”

“Yes daddy,” you purred, taking his cock deeper in yet.

Jungkook dropped his head back, succumbing to the pleasure that was your pretty mouth. You had learned rather quickly how to suck his dick and he couldn’t say he wasn’t appreciative. It wasn’t easy to learn someone else’s pleasure and how they liked to be treated and handled outside the basic respectful ways, but you had always known his tells and spots almost right out the gate.

It was honestly almost annoying at first. But fuck if it didn’t feel amazing right now. You massaged the tip with your tongue while gently bobbing your head along his shaft and palming his balls with a firm yet careful grip.

His hand came to collect your hair in a ponytail that he gathered in his fist as you kept sucking him off. His mind reeled with the pleasure your hot mouth gave him, his abs clenching gently at your gags and chokes as you continued to push his cock further down your throat.

“Yessss, baby, fuck-lemme fuck your throat? Huh? You’ve gotten so much better at it,” he asked, raising an attractive brow at you and you couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your thighs.

“Whatever you want, I’m yours,” you said, opening your mouth further and letting him grab your head a little firmer before starting to shallowly thrust inside your mouth and throat.

You inhaled through your nose, easing your throat to relax as he kept thrusting gingerly. “Doing good baby, keep breathing, fuck-argh, your little mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.

You gagged softly as his dick hit the back of your throat and even pushed a little beyond. But the expression he wore on his face made your thighs clench. He looked so fucking hot like this, eyes hooded and glazed with lust and sweat starting to form on his temples. You wanted to please him, so you swallowed causing his thighs to tremble slightly from the pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N, need to fuck you now. Or I’m gonna bust down your throat,” he sighed, pulling you off of him and licking his lips. “Want me inside you baby?”

You nodded, getting up and heading to the bed. Just as Jungkook went to the bedside table to grab a condom you reached for his hand.

“Hey... You haven’t fucked anyone else right?” you asked, voice small and soft.

He shook his head. “No baby, not since we started.”

“Then... I’m on the pill, if you want to go raw?” you asked, voice sheepish.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You-You want to?”

You flushed in embarrassment but nodded. Because it was true. You did want to have him that way. “I-I want to know what it’s like.”

He moved in closer to kiss you, watching you drop back onto his bed and nestling into his sheets. Jungkook brought his hand to your center to find you soaking, making a soft smirk spread across his features. “Want me to fill your pussy baby? Want me to cum inside you?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes please daddy, fill me up?” you begged.

Jungkook wasn’t going to deny a request as sweet as that. “Spread your legs,” he said, moving his hands from your center to hook into your knees as you moved to accommodate him between your thighs.

“Please baby... don’t make me wait anymore, I missed you so much,” you whimpered.

“No more teasing baby, I’ll put it in,” he promised, running his cock between your lips to get it wet with your juices before he pushed in slowly.

You whined as you felt the full feeling of him moving inside of you. “Kook~” you mewled, reaching for his hand. He intertwined your fingers, bringing his other hand to your thigh to hold it in place.

“Yeah baby? Feel good?” he asked, setting a steady rhythm that had your heart thudding in your chest.

“Yes daddy! Feels so fucking good, love your cock in me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand as he picked up the pace and started pushing into you faster.

“Wanna fuck you hard baby, wanna fuck your pretty pussy full of my cum,” he growled, moving to kiss and suck at your chest. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck as he thrusted inside you.

You could feel every inch of him. As practical and smart as condoms were, holy shit this felt incredible. You could feel him, the heat of his cock and the hardness that sent your mind into a dizzy swirl of arousal and desire.

“Please... Please fuck me baby, wanna feel your cum,” you hiccuped, crying out when he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.

You felt a shiver of bliss run across your body, Jungkook’s body moving on top of yours and creating the desperate ache of your orgasm building within you.

Jungkook was panting against your skin, holding your leg up as he pounded into your wet heat over and over again, making his own mind swirl in desperation. “Fuck... fucking tight pussy, you feel so fucking good baby... Like my cock inside you? Like me fucking you hard?”

“Yes! Yes daddy!” you sobbed, gripping his back and digging your nails in as Jungkook groaned in pleasure.

“Such a wet little cunt, you like this big dick huh baby? Like daddy fucking you hard with his big cock, like a good little slut. Feels so good, shit,” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours and encouraging you to grind your hips against his. “Yes, just like that.”

“Kook! Kook! Baby,” you cried, moving to kiss him as he aggressively fucked you into his mattress. The lewd sounds of skin clapping together filled the room, your moans and cries flooding Jungkook’s ears.

“Yes, fuck yes give it to me baby, fuck yourself stupid on my cock,” he snarled, biting down on your shoulder as you tugged his hair. “Want to see you cream baby, need to feel your tight pussy cum on me.”

Jungkook kept his pace firm inside of you, effectively slamming you into his mattress as you held onto him for dear life. He hadn’t been rough with you like this in a while, but it was also not aggressive in the way you thought it would be. Even though he was fucking you like a savage, it was from a place of passion. He couldn’t hold himself back because you felt too good, he wanted to feel you.

Every inch of him filled you and had you gasping and clinging to him. “Please baby, wanna cum! Wanna cum for you daddy, make me cum for you?” You pleaded.

“Of course, pretty girl, I’ll make your pussy cum hard for me. Make you cream this cock,” he panted. “Want to see my cum pouring from your cunt, fuck!”

“Then give it to me,” you said, your legs hooking behind his back as he fucked into you harshly.

“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, bringing his thumb to your clit to urge you closer to the edge he found himself rapidly approaching. It had been a while since he’d had sex with you and he hadn’t gone raw in a long while and he knew he wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he’d hope for.

But you didn’t seem to be too concerned about it, just as eager to cum for him as he was for you.

“Cum baby! Please, right there! So close,” you cried.

“Y/N! Baby! Fuck,” he growled out as he bucked his hips into your aggressively while painting your insides white with his thick cum. You gasped at the feeling of his cum inside you and it threw you over the edge into your own orgasm.

Jungkook ground against you harshly, whining his release. “Fuck baby... Made me cum so fucking hard, good girl,” he mumbled out, bringing his lips to yours sweetly. “Breathe baby, breathe with me.”

You followed him, looking into his bleary eyes with your own fucked out ones.

It wasn’t nearly as long as it usually was, but you didn’t give a damn because it was some of the most intense sex the two of you had thus far.

Hopefully there were more fun things like that in your future.

Meeeeooooowwww!

You and Jungkook startled at Eden moving out of his closet.

“Oh what the fuck, did the cat watch us?” Jungkook lamented.

“She doesn’t care-”

“How did she even get in here?!” he sighed, already coming down from his orgasm as he pulled out of you. His eyes connected with your dripping core and he couldn’t help himself. He moved forward to lick your center when the cat jumped up on the bed.

“Hi baby,” you cooed and Jungkook sighed.

“I’m a little busy cat,” he grumbled, looking at your center with wanton desire. You smiled and sat up to place a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Want to get in the shower?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “She hates water.”

“Yes, lets go-”

Meeeeooowww!

“Shut up cat!”

You giggled at the two of them before leading Jungkook into the bathroom. Your hearts beat against each other as you pulled each other into the shower. Jungkook’s hands were quick to settle on your hips and you could feel the relief at being in his arms again.

It had taken a little finessing, but finally you were able to speak your mind. Speak your truth to Jungkook.

He’d given you his heart and you’d given him yours in turn, and you’d cherish this for as long as you could. You weren’t sure if you were destined to be, you weren’t sure if you’d last a month dating.

But it didn’t matter. At this moment, you two were together.

And that was enough.

#bangtan sorciere #btsafterdarknet #52hertz #ksmutclu #ficswithluv #BTS #Bangtan #BTS smut #BTS fanfic #BTS fanfiction #Jungkook X Reader #Jungkook smut #Jungkook Fuckboy #bts college au #Jessika Hathaway

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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years

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A Little Christmas Song

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MoXX7y

by Eskayrobot

Veteran crooner Ben Solo is due for another Christmas album this year and his label wants him to pick an emerging young vocal starlet as his duet partner in order to boost her sales. Ben picks Rey Niima, having no idea how that simple decision was about to change their lives.

Words: 3251, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Tallissan Lintra

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Ben Solo is Michael Buble, Crooner Ben Solo, New Artist Rey, Broadway Supporting Actress Rey, Knights of Ren as a band, an emo band, who had a Myspace page, Recording a Christmas album together, Tallie is Idina Menzel, Amilyn Holdo is Barbara Streisand, Jessika Pava is Anne Hathaway, just go with it okay?, Sexual Tension, So Much Sexual Tension, Two Dumb Idiots, Background Finn/Rose/Poe, A little Hux/Phasma is you squint, Reylo - Freeform, They all ship Reylo, Everyone ships it but the idiots, Final Order as a record label, Gwen is a flawless manager, Rose is a badass manager, Finn and Poe do the music things, Poor Mitaka just wants to get the tracks laid, Canon Age Difference, Canon ages, Both Adam and Daisy have lovely voices, so i had to, Ben Solo is a thirsty boi, Rey is a thirsty girl, Now if only they'd shut up

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MoXX7y

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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quietya · 5 years

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31 Days of quietYA: 2019 YA Fantasy Books You May Not Have Heard Of

Hello friends! In continuing my posts for 31 Days of quietYA, I’m posting about some upcoming books you can pre-order. I haven’t read any of the books mentioned in this particular post, but these are all books on my wish list for the year. There are so many other books coming out that aren’t on this list, so feel free to keep poking around! But this would be a good place to start your research.

SEVEN DEADLY SHADOWS by Courtney Alameda and Valynne E. Maetani THE CANDLE AND THE FLAME by Nafiza Azad THE LAST WITCHDOCTOR by Rena Barron WE RULE THE NIGHT by Claire Eliza Bartlett THE BEHOLDER by Anna Bright CASTLE OF LIES by Kiersi Burkhart WICKED FOX by Kat Cho INTO THE CROOKED PLACE by Alexandra Christo THE NEVER TILTING WORLD by Rin Chupeco THE CIRCUS ROSE by Betsy Cornwell HOUSE OF SALT AND SORROW by Erin A. Craig THE QUEEN’S SECRET by Melissa de la Cruz EMBER DAYS by Alexandra Duncan WINTERWOOD by Shea Ernshaw THE CERULEAN by Amy Ewing WE HUNT THE FLAME by Hafsah Faizal STRONGER THAN A DRAGON by Mary Fan BEWARE THE NIGHT by Jessika Fleck WHEN WE WERE MAGIC by Sarah Gailey A COURT OF MIRACLES by Kester Grant EIGHT WILL FALL by Sarah Harian DARK OF THE WEST by Joanna Hathaway DESCENDANT OF THE CRANE by Joan He GUARDIANS OF DAWN by S. Jae-Jones DARK SHORES by Danielle Jensen THE AFTERWARD by E.K. Johnston A RIVER OF ROYAL BLOOD by Amanda Joy ALL OF US WITH WINGS by Michelle Ruiz Keil A DRESS FOR THE WICKED by Autumn Krause THE HALF KING by Melissa Landers SPIN THE DAWN by Elizabeth Lim KINGDOM OF BACK by Marie Lu SERPENT & DOVE by Shelby Mahurin THE NAMELESS QUEEN by Rebecca McLaughlin WE SET THE DARK ON FIRE by Tehlor Kay Mejia ECHO NORTH by Joanna Ruth Meyer NOCTURNA by Maya Motayne THE MERCIFUL CROW by Margaret Owen NEVER-CONTENTED THINGS by Sarah Porter CROWN OF FEATHERS by Nicki Pau Preto BONE GRACE by Kathryn Purdie THE BLOOD SPELL by C.J. Redwine SORCERY OF THORNS by Margaret Rogerson THE KINGDOM by Jess Rothenberg FAR FROM AGRABAH by Aisha Saeed THE ANTIDOTE by Shelley Sackier BLOODLEAF by Crystal Smith THESE WITCHES DON’T BURN by Isabel Sterling BEYOND THE BLACK DOOR by A.M. Strickland THE TIGER AT MIDNIGHT by Swati Teerdhala AN AFFAIR OF POISONS by Addie Thorley THE MERMAID, THE WITCH, AND THE SEA by Maggie Tokuda-Hall THE COLD IS IN HER BONES by Peternelle van Arsdale THE GRIEF KEEPER by Alexandra Villasante THE WAKING FOREST by Alyssa Wees SHATTER THE SKY by Rebecca Kim Wells THE GIRL KING by Mimi Yu SPECTACLE by Jodie Lynn Zdrok BLOOD HEIR by Amélie Wen Zhao

#31 days of quietya #quietya #ya books #this is your mod speaking #book list #wndb #mogai

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ao3feed4reylo · 4 years

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via AO3 works tagged 'Star Wars - All Media Types' read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MoXX7y Eskayrobot

by Eskayrobot

Words: 3251, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Tallissan Lintra

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MoXX7y

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Star Wars - All Media Types' Rey/Ben Solo #Reylo #Kylo Ren/Rey #TheLastJedi

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“Besties for the Resties?” - JJK (M)

Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been having a tough time recently, so please try to understand if I’m not always super active here. I want to be and hopefully I can be here but if I slink into the abyss for a bit I apologize. So, I wanted to post this story so you all have something from me.

Please enjoy! Hopefully I will see you soon <3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: BFFs to Lovers (I love a trope pls), Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: Reader is orphaned, jk is a lil boob in the beginning (he works on it don’t worry), a slap (deserved one), alcohol/getting drunk, fainting/passing out, Jks antics (they deserve a warning tbh), Yoongi and Hoseok sneaking in for some cameo time (also-Yeri!)-SMUT WARNINGS: Oral (F!receiving), explicit language, unprotected sex (she has an implant but I stg don’t do it-this is fiction), Reader likes jks nips (who doesn’t tho?), kinda mushy and emotional sex, creampie.

Words: 21.2k (Listen I am just as shocked as you-)

Summary: Jungkook had always been your friend since the day you two met as young kids. But what happens when your friendship is put to the test? Can you remain “besties for the resties?” Or will years of friendship be lost in the blink of an eye?

Wait, you’re best friends with the Jeon Jungkook?

Yes.

You mean the most eligible bachelor in the country?

That’s the one, yeah.

Oh my God! You should come to our party next weekend! Of course you’ll have to bring your friend!

He’s been busy recently, I’m sorry.

Can you at least give me his phone number?

This was how a majority of conversations at your college went. People usually found out either because of Twitter, Instagram, or whatever social media was hot right now.

Jungkook could always be found on these apps and usually, one way or another, you’d get roped into it as well.

Jeon Jungkook, 25 and heir to the Jeon billion dollar fashion mogul. But you’ve always known him as Kook, Kookie or Jungkook.

In your younger years, your mother had been a housekeeper and your dad ran a gym. It was an honest living and you were happy.

But when the Jeon’s put out an application for a new housekeeping position your mother couldn’t refuse. She’d applied and gotten the job. So you all moved and thus began your little friendship with the Jeon heir.

Mr. and Mrs. Jeon weren’t the typical ritzy asshole parents. They were welcoming, they were kind and they encouraged Jungkook to play with you, as someone who wasn’t a ‘spoiled brat’, as they liked to say.

Jungkook’s other friends tended to be a little more… well… over zealous.

Jimin was heir to a jewelry empire and Seokjin’s family were all celebrity chefs and Namjoon even had deep pockets due to his family being smart investors. Mainly in the Jeon brand but, it was good money.

They all were nice enough, never questioning Jungkook’s friendship with you-even building some of their own.

But at the end of the day, you and Jungkook were thick as thieves.

You weren’t as outgoing as they were, you liked staying home and reading or cleaning, maybe doing a little room decorating. But Jungkook loved to come over to your small apartment, he loved washing the dishes after you both cooked dinner. He liked doing the laundry and folding it nicely.

But as of recently, he hadn’t been able to come over nearly as much. With a new merger between The Jeon Label and some other foreign brand he’d been stuck at work for what felt like weeks.

He’d still text you and try to call if he could but, it still stung just a bit.

To be reminded of your place.

You were just hoping today he could make an exception.

You sat in your living room, trying not to cry as you looked at your phone.

Kook ❤️: still at work. Srry, I probs can’t make it tonight 😩

You: not at all?

Kook ❤️: it’s stupid busy here, even the interns are still here 🥲

You: bummer.

He’d really forgotten huh?

All these years and he’d forgotten the anniversary of your parents death. The one day out of the year you asked him to be with you.

All of his friends had messaged you their condolences, how they’re thinking of you.

But you only wanted one person here with you…

The one you cared about more than anything.

And he couldn’t make it…

You’d long understood that Jungkook was oblivious to your feelings. He saw you as the quiet friend, his sweet Y/N that he needs to protect. But, never as anything more.

It did sting when you’d see his Instagram flooded with influencers who were much prettier than you, who had more money, who could handle the stress of his job and title.

But you?

You set your phone down and sighed. Even a phone call would’ve been nice. But he’d forgotten, you tried not to be upset. But the ache in your chest made you mad.

Ring ring… ring ring…

You picked up the phone quickly. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N,” a gruff voice sighed over the receiver.

“Oh… hey Yoongi,” you sighed.

Your history tutor made a small scoff. “Alright, don’t sound too disappointed,” he complained.

“No-I’m not! It’s just…”

“You were hoping for a call from Jeon huh?”

Were you that obvious?

“Maybe…”

“Has he not called you yet?” Yoongi wondered aloud.

“No, he’s stuck at the office apparently,” you sighed, biting your lip.

“He couldn’t even like… call you or some shit?” Yoongi asked, sounding irritated on your behalf.

“Well-there’s this big merger happening and-”

“Whoa whoa, no. Y/N, no. You never ask him for anything. You never get mad at him, you make excuses for him but not today man. Not today of all days. Did he forget?”

A small hiccup came from your mouth.

“I think so…”

“Oh Y/N…”

His voice was soft, something unusual for the typically gruff and aloof man.

It made the damn burst.

“I just wanted him here with me… I-Is that asking too much? On the day my world shattered? The day I lost everything? Yoongi even his parents called me this morning! Jimin, Namjoon and even Jin found time in their busy schedules to at least send me a sweet message! I-I’m so hurt…” you cried.

“Tell him that,” Yoongi offered.

“I don’t want to tell him… he should’ve remembered, he should know what today is…”

The day your parents were involved in a horrific car crash. Ripping them from this world and your arms so brutally.

“He should. It's not right that he forgot,” Yoongi sighed. “Listen, I gotta go but… I’m so sorry for your loss, and maybe we can go get coffee soon to make you feel better, hm?”

You sniffled and nodded, wiping your eyes.

“Sounds good Yoongi, thanks,” you sighed before hanging up.

You laid on the couch, curling up. You didn’t even bother to cover the dinner you’d made up.

You were too sick to eat it now.

—

Jungkook was furiously going over these numbers.

Nothing made any fucking sense at this point.

He’d been there since six that morning and it was nearing ten o’clock. He’d tried talking to you to get his mind off it, but you weren’t answering. Maybe you’d gone to bed early, you did mention there was a test coming up you were cramming for.

His eyes were tired.

His back hurt.

A knock came to his office door as his father stepped in, a gentle yet tired look on his face.

“Hey son,” he smiled, walking in.

Jungkook welcomed the distraction.

“Hey dad,” he beamed, standing up.

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” he said, looking at Jungkook’s mess of a desk. Jungkook blushed softly and rubbed his neck.

“Just got a few more things to go over,” he shrugged. “Then I’m going home to pass out.”

“Ah, so you must’ve already called Y/N then? Usually you two get together today,” he said, looking at a few papers Jungkook had on his desk.

“Um… no? Was I supposed to?” He asked, rubbing his eyes, exhaustion creeping over him.

Jungkook’s father looked shocked and worst of all-disappointed.

“Oh Jungkook, don’t tell me you forgot…”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Forgot what? It’s… it’s not her birthday! It’s the dead of summer!”

“Jeon Jungkook, that girl is your best friend, and you forgot the anniversary of her parents passing?!”

Jungkook’s blood ran cold.

“N-No… I-It’s not until…” his eyes narrowed on the calendar on his desk. “Oh shit…”

“I taught you better…”

“But this merger and-and the company-”

“If this company didn’t exist… if our wealth was liquidated tomorrow half of your friends wouldn’t be there anymore son… but I know for sure one would always be there, no matter what,” Mr. Jeon sighed. “Go, apologize. She deserves that much. I’ll finish up here.”

Jungkook nodded, grabbing his jacket and keys and rushing down the steps.

Fuck!

How could I forget? He cried internally as he rushed to his car.

He tried to call you, but the call went right to voicemail.

His car wove through the streets. He stopped at some twenty-four hour grocery store and got some soft pink flowers that he hoped would at least ease your anger at him.

When he arrived at your small apartment his heart was hammering in his chest. He knocked, and waited. Knocked again. Still no answer.

“Y-Y/N?” He called.

No response.

“Please open the door?”

Still nothing.

He frowned and tried the door, to his surprise it was open. He walked in, looking around for you. But his stomach dropped when he saw a nice dinner laid out on the table. A few of his favorites and yours put together with care.

This must be why you’d wanted to make dinner plans with him… he’s so fucking stupid.

He walked into the living room and his heart stopped. You were on the couch, face puffy and swollen from crying.

He felt like an ass.

His best friend needed him… and he wasn’t here.

He made his way to the couch, noticing you were dressed nice. You’d done your nails, hair and he could see you’d done your makeup as well but it was mostly gone now.

“Oh Y/N…” he sat on his knees in front of you, running his fingers through your hair and trying not to cry. He didn’t deserve to cry now… you were the one he’d disappointed, you were the one hurting.

Slowly, your eyes flickered open and took in his appearance.

“Kook?”

Your head hurt from crying, you could feel the smeared mascara and eyeliner coating your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m so-”

You didn’t let him finish, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your arms. Hiding your face in his neck like you had since you were little.

“You’re here…”

His hands ran up your back as he clung to you.

“I’m here bug, right here,” he said, using your childhood nickname that he only used when you were mad.

“I thought you’d forgotten…”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “I did forget, dad… dad reminded me and I rushed to get here. I’m so sorry, bug. I’ve been so stressed from work but you-you’re more important,” he said firmly.

“You’re here now… that’s all I care about,” you smiled into his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve been here earlier… you made dinner and-and you dressed up so nice, I feel like such an ass Y/N,” he frowned, holding your head.

“You should,” you said, pulling back and wiping your tears. “But you came, you apologized, I accept those. So don’t feel guilty, you can make it up to me.”

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”

You smiled. “Okay, redo then. Next week, there’s a cute little boba place opening and I want to go, they’re supposed to have good prices too!”

“That’s all you want? Cause I can get us anywhere Y/N, anything. Nothing is off the table,” he said.

“Then boba,” you smiled. “That’s what I want, Jungkook, boba and time with you.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your grin. He nodded, kissing your head and holding you close.

“Then we’ll do boba.”

—

The week passed by uneventfully. You had your tests and such, Yoongi was a little scolding when you told him you’d forgiven Jungkook so quickly.

“He needs to know he hurt you, Y/N, or he’s just going to keep doing it.”

You shook your head. “No Yoongi, he apologized and I know he felt awful-”

“He should’ve, what he did was wrong,” Yoongi pointed out.

The two of you were sitting in the cafe, drinking watered down cheap coffee, but you were happy.

Jungkook hadn’t mentioned the boba place since that night but you knew he was busy. It was alright, you’d texted him the address and time so you two could meet up there.

“Y/N, when are you going to tell him?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his decaf americano. Utter sin, decaffeinated coffee.

“T-Tell him what?”

Yoongi raised a brow. “You’re such a shit liar,” he sighed.

“I can’t tell him Yoongi, I’m just his childhood friend, he probably hasn’t even noticed I’ve grown boobs,” you sighed.

“He’d be dumb not to notice those cause damn-”

You swatted him, trying not to blush. “Stop that, don’t ogle me in public.

“Are you inviting me to ogle in private?” He teased.

“In your dreams,” you snickered.

Yoongi nodded. “Sometimes.”

“I can’t just tell him I love him Yoongi! The last girlfriend he had was so manipulative and only wanted him for his money, he’s been defensive about dating since… I-I don’t want him to feel pressured around me like that and I’m going to be the cliche. I don’t want to ruin what we have, what if he says no?” You frowned.

“Then he’s an idiot and I’ll swoop in and take you for myself,” Yoongi shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, flicking his nose and watching him pout.

Yoongi had made it clear he was interested in you before. But when you’d confessed that you were in love with your best friend, he’d politely backed off. Although he still made it known he was attracted to you.

“There will be no swooping in, cause I’m not saying anything,” you frowned.

“You should tell him, Y/N, cause you keep thinking of the negatives. What if Jungkook is also in love with you? What if he says he loves you and wants to be with you as well? Isn’t that worth the risk?”

Your heart hammered in your chest.

I love you, Y/N…

God you wanted to hear those words so fucking bad…

A text came through your phone, a soft smile gracing your features.

“Ew, you got all heart eyes on me… is it him?” Yoongi asked.

Jungkook had sent you a picture of Bam, playing with the new toy you’d gotten him.

Kook ❤️: Bam loves his new toy 🥺

You: of course he does, mother knows best.

You and Jungkook had called you Bam’s mom since the second Jungkook brought him home.

Kook ❤️: he needs his mom, he’s being a brat today.

You: 🙄 Jungkook every time he acts up I can’t play bad cop.

Kook ❤️: why tho???? Save me… he’s bouncing off the fucking walls, and he’s not listening to meeeee.

You: make him listen???

Kook ❤️: our son misses his mom, come onnnn come see him

You: I stg

Kook ❤️: is that a yes?

You: I’ll be over in 15, tell Bam mommy’s coming.

Kook ❤️: yes dear!!

You rolled your eyes and sipped down the rest of your coffee.

Yoongi raised a brow at your conversation you’d left up on your phone.

“You two share custody of a mammoth dog?” He asked.

“No, Bam is Jungkook’s dog, he just likes to call me the mother of his dog,” you sighed.

Yoongi’s face contorted. “That’s… that’s a little intimate don’t you think?”

“It’s a dog not a baby,” you shrugged, standing up.

“Not yet,” he warned.

You scoffed and thanked him for the little coffee date before heading out and towards the subway.

Jungkook’s penthouse was rather far.

You approached his building calmly, they all knew you here. You came by frequently.

“Ah, Miss Y/N! Mr. Jeon said to expect you,” Minwoo the doorman said, smiling.

“Thanks Minwoo! I’ll be heading up,” you smiled back.

He nodded, calling the elevator for you.

You stepped in and held your breath. Elevators had always made you nervous. But thankfully this one was a generally quick ride.

You got up to Jungkook’s floor and walked in, Bam quickly running to you after you entered.

“Hi my baby!” You smiled, kissing his head as he wiggled his butt excitedly.

“Ah! Mommy’s home!” Jungkook said, coming to greet you.

“Yes yes, now why did I have to cut my outing short? Hmm? Bammy, have you been a bad boy for daddy?” You narrowed your eyes and Bam shrunk.

“He shit on the rug, tore up my brand new couch and got into the cupboard and ate all my instant ramen!” He complained.

“Well the last one is your fault, don’t put anything low unless you get a lock on the cupboard idiot,” you poked his cheek. “But the pooping and tearing stuff up isn’t okay Bam,” you said in your best firm tone.

Bam seemed to pout at being told off.

“Now, you need to be good for your daddy huh? Need to behave so daddy can do his work yeah? Otherwise mommy can’t bring you anymore toys,” you scolded.

Bam came closer and nudged his nose to your hand. You sighed and patted his head, scratching his ears and kissing his nose.

“Go play,” you said, patting his butt.

He did just that, finding your toy and throwing it around.

Jungkook sighed behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Magic, I swear to you. Every time I scold him he just nips at my fingers! Little brat,” he growled.

You shook your head.

“He’s a puppy, Kook, he’s going to get into trouble, but be firm and reward good behavior. Correct the bad, it’ll all work out. He’s got a great temperament and a good daddy,” you smiled.

“Aw, you’re so sweet to me,” he smiled.

“Well, I try,” you chuckled.

You two migrated to the couch, and you could see where Bam had chewed on it, earning the pup a sharp glare from you. Jungkook just covered it with a blanket and put on a TV show for you to watch.

You relaxed, being in Jungkook’s presence was always calming, had been since you were little.

He’d always been kind, soft with you and tender. But he also pushed you to get out of your comfort zone every once in a while and that was good too.

You made him feel human. Like he wasn’t this big name on a billboard, he was just Jungkook. Not Mr. Jeon, not the heir to a multibillion dollar company… just Jungkook.

And he loved that.

“God I’m tired,” you complained, rubbing your eyes.

Jungkook looked at the clock. It was late, you two had been chatting about random stuff most of the night.

“It’s almost eleven,” he frowned. “I’ve got to get up early…”

“Oh yeah? What for?”

“Marriage meeting,” he sighed.

You damn near choked.

“A-A what?” You squeaked.

“Marriage meeting, mom and dad want me to meet this girl from the states,” he frowned. “She’s supposed to be really nice and her dad is interested in running our brand in with his. He owns luxury department store and malls throughout North America and Europe, it’s a big deal and could be super good for the company.”

Your throat went dry.

“I-I thought your parents didn’t care who you marry?” You asked softly.

“Ah, they don’t really. But I’m getting older and if it’ll help the company I don’t see anything wrong with it… at least I know she won’t be in it for the money. She’s got plenty of her own,” he sighed.

Your stomach clenched painfully.

“I-I see,” you bit your lip.

“Her name is Elsie,” he said.

“Cool…”

He rubbed his eyes, blinking slowly. “I think I’m going to bed, you can stay if you want. Or call Naomi, she can take you home as well. Don’t take public transport now, it’s way too late,” he said, placing a gentle kiss to your head. “Night bug!”

You whispered what you thought was a good night but you weren’t sure.

Jungkook…

Married?

Oh God…

—

You hadn’t really spoken to Jungkook much in the days leading up to the boba outing.

But Yoongi was adamant you needed to tell him about your feelings. And soon.

“Yoongi, I don’t think it’s a good idea, especially with him meeting Elsie and… and everything with the company I don’t want to make him upset,” you frowned.

“But him hurting you is okay? Y/N, your feelings are just as important as his and he’s not seeing that. You need to say something! Or you’re really going to regret it,” he frowned.

You were getting ready for your little redo with Jungkook and Yoongi had come over for his notes and decided to stay and chat.

You put on a cute little white tennis skirt with white stockings and sneakers, you had your simple sky blue t-shirt on and were putting on your earrings.

“I’ll tell him eventually but-I can’t do it right now,” you reasoned. “It’s not the right time.”

“Then when is the right time, Y/N? If you keep making excuses and putting it off you’re only going to suffer more,” he sighed.

“I can wait a little longer,” you said.

“If you say so,” Yoongi said, done with arguing for now.

“How do I look?” You asked, turning and smoothing your skirt down.

Yoongi gave a soft smile. “You look great, do you want me to drop you off?”

“Sure!”

You'd shown up a little earlier than your agreed time but it didn’t matter, you smiled and waited, texting Jungkook that you were here.

An hour passed.

Then two.

Three…

No Jungkook.

You tried calling him.

You tried texting his friends, only Jin answered and he said he hadn’t spoken to him recently enough.

He asked if you were okay. You bluffed, telling him it wasn’t far from your house so if nothing else you’d get home quickly.

Why wasn’t he here…?

“Hey Jungkook…” you trailed off leaving your third voicemail. “Um… it's me again, the boba place closes in an hour and… and you’re still not here. I’m worried, are you okay? Call me please…”

Clouds rolled over the city, as the boba place closed.

Your heart was stomped into dust.

You'd waited six hours and he never showed, didn’t even text you.

He begged for a redo, a chance to make it up to you and… and he does this?

Your tears rolled down your face as the rain started. You couldn’t believe he’d stood you up.

How could he just forget about you like that?

“Fucking stupid… I’m so fucking stupid,” you cried.

You tried to call Yoongi but your phone died. With a sigh you started to walk. It was maybe two miles back to your apartment and the rain didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon.

You didn’t even have an umbrella to cover you up.

You shivered as you walked down the street, it was getting cold for a summer night.

As you walked your legs cramped from the chill and the soaked clothes clinging to you.

“Y/N?” A voice called from the road. You turned your head and saw Mr. Jeon getting out of his car and hurrying over to you.

“M-Mr. Jeon,” you stammered out.

“Oh sweetheart what happened?! Why are you out here in the rain?” He said, taking off his jacket and covering you.

You broke down in tears all over again. Mr. Jeon ushered you to the car, turning up the heat.

His driver was waiting patiently, giving you a smile.

“Tell me what happened, why are you soaked?”

“J-Jungkook and I were supposed to… to go to the new boba shop downtown and… and I waited for six hours and he never showed,” you cried, shivering in his seat.

Mr. Jeon’s face turned furious.

“He did what?”

“W-When he forgot my parents' anniversary… h-he wanted to make it up to me so… so I asked him to meet me there for the opening so we could… just hang out and… I tried to call him… text him… he didn’t answer,” you hiccuped.

Mr. Jeon growled in frustration.

“Edward, take us to my son’s apartment please, I’d like to have a word with him,” Mr. Jeon said coldly.

“No, Mr. Jeon please it’s not-”

“If my son is going to treat a woman like this, he is not ready to take over the company. He needs to learn a valuable lesson. And he needs to see what happens when he hurts people,” he stated firmly.

You were quiet for the rest of the car ride.

Mr. Jeon took you up the elevator, rubbing your shoulders to try and get you to warm up.

He didn’t even knock on the door, he barged in and hollered loudly. “Jeon Jungkook, you come here this instant!”

It was late, so Jungkook stumbled out of his room in his sweatpants.

He’d been sleeping?

“Dad? What are you-Y/N? Why are you wet?”

Mr. Jeon slammed his fist on the door to shut it behind you so hard it made you jump.

“Kitchen. Now.”

Jungkook swallowed in fear, but nodded, heading towards the kitchen as his father escorted you and sat you down. Jungkook looked at you in confusion.

“Jeon Jungkook tell me right now why I found Y/N walking through the streets alone and soaked!”

“I don’t know dad! I have no idea why she was out there!”

“You don’t remember?” You squeaked out. “Y-You forgot me? Again?”

Jungkook’s face turned frustrated for a moment. “Y/N, why were you out in the rain?”

“I was waiting…”

“Jungkook, do you remember what you asked for? Do you remember that you forgot her parents' anniversary?”

“I apologized and I asked…” recognition and horror crossed his face. “Oh fuck… the boba shop… I swore I put it on my calendar! I-It wasn’t today originally was it-”

“Jungkook! That doesn’t matter,” Mr. Jeon rubbed his face in frustration.

“Jungkook, she waited for you for six hours! Where were you!?”

“Elsie and I got lunch and then she came over for a while and… and then we um,” he rubbed his neck. And then you saw it. A dark purple mark on his neck.

They’d slept together.

You wanted to throw up.

“Jungkook, I raised you better than this! You know better than to treat the people you claim to care about this way! How dare you leave her soaked and waiting in the rain for you! Do you know how dangerous it could’ve been? She was walking home! In the fucking rain and that damn shop was nearly three miles away from her apartment!” He screamed.

You shrunk at the realization.

He didn’t care…

The second a pretty girl comes along, he forgets all about you. Are you that boring? That uninteresting?

Bam came over and set his head on your lap, whimpering at the loud noises.

“Dad I’m sor-”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me before you say sorry to her,” he snarled.

Jungkook frowned. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he said softly.

“Jungkook I-”

“I’m taking you off the merger,” Mr. Jeon declared.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. “B-But dad I’ve worked so hard!”

“You’ve forgotten, Jungkook. You’ve forgotten about what really matters. All the money in the world couldn’t buy you love… it can’t buy you happiness. Money can’t fix what you’ve done wrong,” Mr. Jeon said.

“But I’ve worked so long to do this! You can’t just take me off of it! The board will think I’m incompetent!”

“And maybe you are!”

The room got quiet.

“I should’ve known you were too young to take over, you’re not ready yet. I’ve told you time and time again that at the end of the day the company isn’t what’s important. Your family, your friends Jungkook, that’s what’s important!” He yelled.

“I know that!”

“Clearly you don’t! Have you even checked your phone?”

Jungkook was about to argue when he saw your face, you couldn’t even look at him.

“No, I haven’t,” he said.

Mr. Jeon looked at you.

“I called you…” you whispered. “I thought something bad had happened, because I believed you couldn’t forget me… not again,” you sniffled.

“Bug…”

“Don’t…” you begged. “Please don’t.”

You really tried to tamp down the anger, the fury. There were so many good memories with Jungkook.

But recently, not only his behavior but the behavior of people who wanted something from you just because he was your friend.

You’d never felt so utterly used.

“Do I really not matter enough to you? All these years of being your best friend and… and this is how you treat me? I know you’re busy, I know work is hard. But school is hard too, people aren’t nice all the time and sometimes I wish I could call you, but I don’t want to bother you at work,” You cried harder.

“Y/N please-”

“I called everyone trying to find you! I texted you! I called you, I even called your office! I was so petrified, I didn’t want to interrupt but they told me you were out! Why, Jungkook? Why… why don’t I matter to you at all?”

“That’s not true!” He cried.

“Then how could you forget me?! Again!” You screamed.

Mr. Jeon looked down.

Jungkook was stunned.

You never screamed at him, you didn’t scream at anybody. You were always so soft, so gentle and tender. You were understanding.

But Jungkook hurt you.

More than once.

And you were tired of it.

“I’m so sick of the person I love more than anything, hurting me like this… if this is how you’re going to treat me then I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” you said, voice breaking.

“No, Y/N, please! Please don’t do this, I love you so much, bug, please!” He said, tears in his own eyes.

“I love you too, but it’s not enough, Jungkook… I’m never going to be enough for you, and I’m tired of trying. Good luck with Elsie, good luck with being a billionaire, and good luck with the company… it’s obviously important,” you said, standing on shaky legs. “Mr. Jeon, I’d like to go home now… will you please take me?”

“No! Let me take you, let’s talk about this bug, don’t do this!” Jungkook sobbed, standing up.

“I’ll take you home, Y/N, come along,” Mr. Jeon said.

“Goodbye, Jeon… hope it’s worth it,” you said, turning to leave.

Jungkook scrambled to grab you, to plead to beg, whatever it took for you not to walk out that door. His chest ached at the sight of your swollen eyes and soaked frame.

He fucked up. He knew that, but if he could just explain…

Just as he was about to grab your wrist you turned and slapped him.

Hard.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Please, Jungkook. Just let me go.”

Jungkook froze, his cheek stinging but he could hardly feel it over the agonizing pain that flared in his chest.

The door shut firmly, leaving Jungkook in his apartment.

He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

He was a fool…

And he’d lost you for good.

—

You called Yoongi a few days later.

“He forgot me,” you said softly.

“He what?”

“He never showed up that night… his dad found me walking home in the rain,” you explained.

“That motherfucker…” Yoongi growled.

“I told him I was done. I’m not going to see him anymore and I’m no longer his friend,” you said, your heart breaking with each word.

“Is that what you want?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes…?” You said it like it was a question.

“Well, it’s still fresh and it still hurts. Give yourself time to heal, maybe you can be friends again. He’s important to you,” Yoongi offered.

“But I’m not important to him,” you said, a few tears pricking your eyes.

“I wouldn’t say that either,” he sighed.

“Huh?”

“You two have been friends for over thirteen years Y/N, he cares about you. You can’t be friends with someone that long and not care about them,” he said.

“But he forgot-”

“I understand that, he was a shitty friend recently. And you gave him a chance and he didn’t follow through, but thirteen years is a long time. It’s hard to wipe the slate clean and walk away from that. I’m not saying you have to forgive him now, or ever. Forgiveness is mainly for you, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more happy than when he’s around,” he said gently.

“I-I know…” you whispered.

“You never told him you love him, you should do that,” Yoongi stated.

“I can’t… not now,” you frowned.

“Maybe not now… maybe not even in a few months. But, if those feelings don’t go away? You need to say something to him,” he said firmly.

“Okay, I’ll… I’ll think about it,” you sighed.

“Hey, it’s your life and relationships, you do what you think is best but… that kind of love isn’t something you should ever-ever walk away from, no matter what,” he said.

“I’ll think about it, Yoongi, thank you,” you said.

You said goodbye and stared out your window.

Would you ever be able to forgive him?

—

Months passed and Jungkook stayed far away from you.

Just as you asked.

No texts.

No calls.

Nothing.

But even after four months apart, you still couldn’t delete his number from your phone.

You’d made a friend with a girl from your anthropology class. Yeri.

She’s super sweet and bubbly, kind and always down for some fun.

It was nice having a female friend. You were usually surrounded by men.

“Oooh, I like this one!” She said with a smile, holding up your emerald green cocktail dress Jungkook had gifted you on your 21st birthday.

Seeing it hurt your heart, but you knew you’d look good in it.

Jungkook had always had impeccable taste.

“Yeah, I like it,” you smiled.

You two were going to the club tonight, and you wanted to get smashed. News of Jungkook’s engagement to Elsie had been swarming the tabloids. Your heart ached at the thought of him being with someone else.

But you’d washed your hands clean of him.

Or so you thought...

Yeri and you arrived at the club a little after eleven.

The party was just getting started.

She went over and got you two some drinks, starting the night off with assessing your possible conquests. Yeri was bold and unashamed of her flirtatious nature. She’d never seen you go after any man! Even though you weren’t lacking attention from the opposite sex.

You just knew that you still weren’t over Jungkook. You missed him so much, your finger had hovered over his number so many times. His contact photo always made your chest ache. A cute selfie of him that he’d taken when he got you this phone for your birthday last year. It was nearing that time again. Fall was in full swing and winter was sure to follow.

Yeri pouted when you spaced out.

“Y/N? Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been kinda down today?”

You had been.

It was the first year you hadn’t spent Jungkook’s birthday with him since you’d been friends and you heard from Jimin that he hadn’t done the usual big bash. Just something small and lowkey. Not his style at all. Jin said he didn’t even really want to celebrate this year, he’d been working so much and he didn’t care if anyone remembered his birthday.

You almost broke that night.

You had been sleeping when your reminder pinged at 12:00 AM on September first.

JUNGKOOKIE’S 25TH BIRTHDAY!!!!!

You’d managed to fall back asleep after sobbing in your pillows, but the ache still remained. You even had his birthday present wrapped in your closet. You’d saved up some money to get him a nice silver bracelet.

You got a cute engraving on it and everything.

JK + Y/N BFFs <3

But, time changes. It’s ever flowing and it’s difficult to comprehend.

However, you hoped he was still having fun. Still able to smile brightly, to laugh with his whole chest, to enjoy food that makes him happy, to-

“Y/N? Hey!”

You startled, realizing you’d been day dreaming...

Again.

“I’ll just be your wingwoman okay?” You said.

Yeri frowned but nodded. “Alright babe, I’m thinking of talking to that guy over there,” she pointed to an attractive man on the dance floor. He was moving his hips to the beat in a tantalizing fashion and you knew immediately why Yeri would love to take him home.

“Alright, game on,” you said, downing your drink.

The night progressed and Yeri discovered this Hoseok guy was quite the charmer.

They danced and hit it off rather well, and you watched from the bar as you drank yourself stupid...

It was nearing two in the morning and you were wasted.

Yeri and Hoseok were heading out but she was insistent that she find a ride for you before she left.

“Yerrrriiiii~” you cooed, leaning against her heavily.

“God you’re so drunk,” Yeri whined, trying to keep you upright.

“Should we call her a cab?” Hoseok asked, worried.

“No… if I can’t ride with her then I’m worried she might get hurt… Y/N, sweetie, give me your phone okay?” She asked.

You didn’t object, handing it over to her.

She scrolled through and found your emergency contacts.

“Kook with a red heart emoji?” She wondered aloud.

“Probably her boyfriend or something, try it. If they don’t answer we can figure something else out,” Hoseok said, attempting to get you to drink some water.

“Right, yeah,” Yeri hit the call button.

It rang a few times before a tired voice answered.

“Hello?” It asked.

“Hi… um… is this Kook?” Yeri asked.

“Who’s calling?” His voice sounded annoyed.

“I’m sorry, my name is Yeri. I’m a friend of Y/N’s? She’s super drunk at a bar and I’m worried about her getting home safe,” she said.

“Y/N…?” The voice sounded weak, like he was ready to cry.

“I-Is this a bad time? I can just call her a cab, but-”

“No! No, I’ll come and get her, where are you?” He asked.

“Nightshade club, on Latner Street? Know the one?”

“I do, I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said before hanging up.

Yeri helped you to a chair, trying to keep you from falling over.

“Poor Y/N, I shouldn't have let you drink this much,” she frowned.

“Sss’otayyy, Yerrrriiii!” You slurred.

“Someone’s coming to get you okay? He’ll be here soon, alright?”

You nodded your head, mind spinning.

Shortly, a nice black car rolled up to the club.

A very handsome young man approached Yeri, who was still struggling to keep you from the bar.

“Y/N! Don’t climb up there!” She cried.

“Who are you?” Hoseok asked, moving to grab the young man in case he got too close to the two ladies.

“I’m Jungkook, I’m here for her,” he nodded at you, trying to climb the bar.

“Y/N! Stop!” Yeri yelled.

“Dunnn wannnaaaaa~”

Jungkook frowned, he’d rarely seen you this drunk. You must be upset...

Even on your 21st birthday you'd kept it pretty classy.

“Bug, it’s time to get down, you need to go home before you get hurt,” Jungkook said, softly.

Your head turned to see him. Your eyes sparkled when you realized he was there.

“Kook!” You cried, clambering down from the bar and stumbling over to him. “You’re here…” you trailed off, hands smoothing over his chest. Jungkook tried to keep himself from crying into your arms as he turned you to your friends. Or at the very least, the people who’d kept you alive for the night.

“Yes, I’m here. Say goodbye to your friends and thank them,” he said, holding your shoulder to steady you.

“Bye Yeri! Bye Hoseok! Thanks!” You said.

Jungkook sighed and was glad you weren’t slapping him five ways to Sunday.

“Come on bug, time to go home,” he said.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Carry me?” You asked, lips pouting.

Jungkook’s heart stammered in his chest. Being away from you for so long had made him weak. He’d usually tease you for being so clingy when drunk, but right now he couldn’t say no. He picked you up easily, covering you with his arms.

Yeri moved and placed her hand on his shoulder. Jungkook turned back and looked at her with confusion.

Her eyes were stern. “I shared her location with me earlier, you better take care of her. If she’s not home in twenty minutes I’m calling the cops,” she warned.

Jungkook moved to say something when you peeped up from his arms, looking over his shoulder happily.

“Issokay Yeri! Kook won’t hurt me, he loves me,” you smiled, obviously inebriated. Your cheek was squished against his shoulder as your eyes blinked slowly in your friend’s direction. Jungkook’s chest tightened at your statement.

God... if you only knew how true that was...

Yeri gave Jungkook a skeptical look before nodding.

“She’s been sad lately, I don’t think I’ve seen her this excited since I met her,” she said good naturedly. “You seem to make her happy, but please keep her safe.”

Jungkook nodded. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he promised.

Not even myself...

He carried you to the car, getting you buckled in and getting himself situated before taking off.

You were pretty quiet throughout the whole ride. He’d even thought you’d fallen asleep at one point.

But when he pulled up to your apartment you were still awake, blinking at him as he undid your seatbelt.

“I missed you, Kook,” you sighed, trying to stand up but only succeeding in falling into his arms.

Jungkook quickly grabbed you, holding you upright. Your eyes were bright in the street light next to your apartment. God... He’d missed you so much, he’d missed your big eyes and how expressive you were.

But he knew he shouldn’t enjoy this...

You probably wouldn’t even remember he’d been there when you woke up.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” he said softly, lifting you into the air and carrying you to your apartment. “Keys? Bug? Where are your keys,” he asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Purse...” you mumbled, already getting sleepy on him.

He fiddled with your purse for just a second before grabbing the key ring. His heart stopped when he saw you still had the one he’d purchased for you. Cute little cherry blossoms in resin. He knew how much you loved the flowers, he’d even planned to take you to Japan the following year so you could see them like in all those animes the two of you watched.

But he’d fucked that up.

He’d fucked it up so, so badly and now you’d never go see the cherry blossoms with him... He’d never get to sleep on your couch with you again after a marvel marathon. He couldn’t text you when Bam was being a brat... Ever since that night in his apartment Bam had been a menace to Jungkook. Nipping at him and even growling sometimes.

And his dog missed you too.

Bam wouldn’t play with the toy you’d given him anymore, he just held it in his mouth and laid by the door sometimes. It broke Jungkook’s heart to see his dog missing you too. Because Jungkook wasn’t doing much better.

He’d sit in his office and stare at the picture of you two after you graduated highschool. He’d been so proud of you. And you were just happy to start your life...

And now?

Here you were, getting black out drunk because he’d been a shitty friend. He’d broken your heart and he’d never be able to forgive himself for that.

“Find it?” you asked, voice soft and breathy.

Jungkook jolted before nodding, quickly getting the door unlocked and you inside. He set your feet on the floor as he tried to shut the door behind him. But you were already making things difficult. “Kook? Hey~” you said, poking his cheek. “Why won’t you look at me?” you asked, pouting.

You got so clingy when you were drunk.

Jungkook used to make fun of you and your tipsy antics but right now? He was so starved for your touch he would do damn near anything to keep you in his arms just a moment longer.

Because now he’d have to let you go again.

And it was going to fucking suck.

“Just getting the door closed, Bug. Give me just a second,” he said, holding you up as he managed to get the damn thing to latch. You still hadn’t fixed it, even though Jungkook told you several times he could call someone to get it done.

‘Nah!’

You’d say with a bright smile.

‘Gives me a project to do later.’

Damn, he was about to cry over a damn door.

This was pathetic.

But so fucking true.

Karma was a bitch and now she was making him suffer. He’d been a shit to you, and not only you. He’d been an asshole to his other friends after you’d left as well. They managed to get him on the right track, but he wasn’t the same.

He wasn’t sure he ever would be.

Karma.

“Hey... Kook?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yes bug?” he asked, attempting to get you to your bedroom so he could at least get your makeup and shoes off.

“Are you real? Is this a dream?” you asked.

He swallowed a sob.

Even in your drunken stupor, you remembered what he did. You remembered what happened and you knew that you weren’t friends anymore.

So what would be better?

A dream that you wouldn’t even remember when you woke up?

Or a reality that could upset you even more?

“It’s a dream, bug, go to sleep. You’ll wake up all nice and warm in your bed, nice coffee-”

You made a noise against his shoulder. Jungkook thought for a second you might throw up but that’s when he felt wetness seeping into his shirt.

You were crying.

“I knew it wouldn’t be true...” you hiccuped, resting your head on his shoulder. “I was hoping you were here... I was hoping you came to get me, that you didn’t delete my number and that you were still my friend.”

Jungkook’s eyes got watery too. Fuck... He wanted to tell you, he wanted to comfort you.

“I’m here now,” he said, lifting your head so he could wipe your eyes. Your mascara was everywhere and your lipstick was smeared from drinking and now crying into his shoulder. “Even if it’s a dream, I’m still here,” he said.

“But you won’t be when I wake up...”

Another sob swallowed.

“No... I won’t be, Bug,” he said, letting a few of his own tears fall. “But that’s okay, because Yeri will be. She’s a great friend to you, huh? She’s nice, tell me about her,” he tried.

“I never wanted anyone but you,” you cried.

He couldn’t do this... He absolutely could not do this. He couldn’t leave you again, he couldn’t just walk away when you were so sad. And he was too... He was weak.

Your hands on his cheeks startled him.

He was crying too. And he was crying hard.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I fucked up our friendship, I made you think you didn’t matter. I’m so so so sorry, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Please, believe me when I say it wasn’t intentional, I never wanted to lose you. If-If I could take it back, I would. I would meet you at that cute boba shop, I’d bring flowers because you love them, not because I fucked up. I-I love you, and I miss you. Always will. But, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your friendship, I took you for granted and I lost you. That’s how it works.”

He cried as he pushed his forehead against yours, trying to will his apology into your inebriated mind. He knew it wouldn’t stick, he knew you wouldn’t remember. But here and now... He’d at least apologized, he’d at least given you something.

“I love you too, I miss you too,” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please don’t leave, I don’t want to wake up and you not be there.”

“You’ve done it before, you’ll survive,” he promised.

“What if I don’t? What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there, huh?” you whimpered, hiding your face in his neck.

“Don’t say that bug,” he begged, rubbing your back. “Don’t say stuff like that, I’m not worth dying over.”

“You are to me...” you cried, clutching him tightly.

Jungkook’s head hurt from how much he was crying. But he pulled himself together. “Come on, you need to go to sleep. You’re tired and you’re not going to feel too good if you keep this up,” he sighed, lifting you into his arms again and carrying you to your room.

He sat you on the bed and managed to get your heels off. He set them nicely by your closet, even sticking some paper towel in them so they wouldn’t wrinkle. He noticed your dress and sighed. He’d bought it for you for your birthday and he just knew you’d look incredible in it. You always begged him not to get you designer stuff, even though he literally was the heir to a fashion mogul. So, he’d shopped on your favorite site and found one you’d look good in.

Even if it was on the pricery end of the website it didn’t even scratch the surface of the money he was prepared to dump on you for your birthday.

But you never wanted it.

You’d always asked for the same things.

A new book.

Some new pens.

New fuzzy socks.

More coffee pods.

A night in with him and some friends.

You didn’t want extravagant. You didn’t think people who did were snobby or high maintenance. You always said that just because a person liked nice things, didn’t mean they weren’t a nice person. If only he didn’t prove you wrong...

All you wanted was his time.

And he didn’t realize that until you didn’t want anything from him anymore.

“Jungkook...” you said, while he was taking off your makeup.

You didn’t sound as drunk anymore, but your glossy eyes told him you were on the verge of falling asleep.

“Yes bug, what’s up?” he said, trying to sound calm.

“Will you stay? Just until I’m asleep, will you stay with me until then?” you asked, eyes filling with tears all over again.

He didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Of course, bug. I’ll stay until you’re asleep.”

He managed to get your makeup off and you in bed, snuggled up nice and comfortable. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, ready to head home when your voice spoke up.

“I’m not asleep yet, you can’t leave...”

Jungkook turned to see you, eyes sparkling with tears as you fought sleep. He’d never seen you work so hard to not fall asleep before. You were always ready to pass out when you’d gotten done drinking. Honestly he was impressed you’d made it this far.

“Y/N, go to sleep. You need to rest, you’re tired,” he said, giving your hip a gentle pat.

“Then let me look at you,” you begged, reaching for him. “If it’s the last time I’m gonna see you then I want to remember you, I want to remember every inch of your face so I never forget. Please,” you cried. You were over tired at this point, Jungkook could tell from a mile away.

You were always so weepy and dramatic when you got too tired. But he knew the desperation you felt. He wanted the same, to look at you head to toe. Remember every inch of you, even if the memory would break his heart, at least he had it.

Jungkook let a few more tears fall down his cheeks. He wanted so badly to curl up with you in your bed, talk about your day, the newest anime you were watching. How you were handling school...

“You don’t want to remember me the way I am now, Y/N, I’m angry and sad and not nearly someone worthy of you remembering,” he said, wiping his eyes furiously.

“I think I should decide that,” you said, eyes drooping. You were almost out.

He took your hand in his, placing it on his face as he leaned forward enough so you wouldn’t have to stretch too far to touch him. You smoothed your fingers over his face, tracing the familiar features like you had when you were younger. You were the type of person who loved to run your fingers along all the sweaters in the store, the soft blankets in his apartment, your fuzzy socks as you pulled them up over your feet. And, his face. You’d always done it when he was upset. It gave him something to focus on. Your touch soothed him, made him relax and he felt so at ease when you were there.

There was no pretense, no expectations.

Just you and him.

Unfortunately, all too soon, your hand slowly fell from his cheek onto his shoulder. A soft snore echoing through the room.

Jungkook allowed himself to break then.

He cried, holding your hand against his cheek as he tried to calm down enough to at least drive home. But fuck...

Fuck it hurt so bad.

You woke up feeling like you’d gone to hell and back all in one evening.

And you didn’t remember a damn thing.

Well, you remember Yeri and Hoseok...

You remember wanting to dance on the bar, but... After that?

You winced as you sat up. A glass of water and medicine by your bed. You tilted your head and frowned for a second.

Yeri must’ve put it there for you.

You gave a soft smile before taking the medicine and getting up. Your head hurt and your face was super puffy like you’d been crying. Damn, you hoped you hadn’t made Yeri uncomfortable at all. You weren’t super close, but you’d like to be.

She was really kind and genuine so you were really hoping that your night of drunken stupor hadn’t frightened her off.

You’d been drunk around her before but not blackout.

Thankfully, Yeri called later so you could apologize.

“Yerrriii~” you whined, hiding your face in the couch. “I don’t want to hear about my drunken escapades. I’m embarrassed enough as it is!”

“Ah, sweetie,” she chuckled. “No need to be, I apologized to the bartender and he was cool about it. Hoseok wasn’t even phased, he said he had a friend who was wilder than you when drunk! Crazy huh?”

“Well at least you got to go home with a cute guy!” you smirked.

Yeri sounded confused as she spoke next. “You went home with someone too, your boyfriend right?”

“Huh?” you sat up. “What do you mean, Yeri? I thought you brought me home?”

“No, Hoseok and I couldn’t figure out how to get you home and then me home without getting one of those big Ubers that are stupid expensive and I didn’t want to leave you alone in a cab so we called and this super hot guy showed up! Calling you sweet little nicknames and you said he loves you so I just assumed-”

“What was his name? Yeri?” your voice was strained.

Did he come for you?

At two in the morning did he wake up and drive halfway across the town just for you?

“Um... someone named, uh-Kook? With a little red heart emoji?” she clarified.

Suddenly you felt sick, sicker than you had when you woke up.

Jungkook...

“Shit...” you said, eyes welling up with tears.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Should I not have called him? Did he hurt you!? Are you okay? I’ll kill him what-”

“No, Yeri... He’s a good guy, I’ve known him for years. We had a-uh... Falling out a few months ago, so,” you coughed awkwardly, trying to stave off the agony piling up in your throat.

“Well... He seemed pretty worried about you. Seems to care about you a lot, to come all that way to pick you up and take you home,” she said, trying to make you feel better.

But it only made you feel worse.

“Thanks, Yeri... I’m gonna be late for class if I don’t get moving. Sorry, I’ll chat later?”

“Sure, Y/N, take it easy!”

You’d never been good at reading your own body.

If you were sick, you were always the last one to pick up on it. Jungkook was always the one who seemed to notice you wheezing, your sore throat and coughing.

But even you were starting to think that maybe you should go see a doctor...

It’d been two weeks since Jungkook had picked you up from the bar, and he hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t texted, hadn’t called or even checked in on you through his friends you still spoke to.

Yoongi was the one to mention you looking unwell.

“You look like shit.”

He could’ve said it nicer but he got his point across.

“I’m fine,” you said, voice scratchy and head throbbing.

“If you’re fine then I’m fucking Hercules,” he snorted. “After class go get some tea and sleep, okay?”

You nodded.

But you were a big, fat liar.

It was reaching damn near ten o’clock and the library at your school was closing.

You’d been trying to finish this project all night and you hadn’t gotten an ounce of work done. The words were all jumbled, your mind was mush and you were so tired you were fighting to stay awake.

As you were walking up the steps to your apartment you could feel something was wrong. You weren’t okay, you really needed to see a doctor...

Your head was spinning, your chest felt heavy and you could tell you had a fever with how hard your hands were shaking as you tried to get into your apartment.

You grabbed your phone, desperately trying to call Yoongi or Yeri to come and help you.

Neither answered.

It was late... They probably wouldn’t even see you called until the morning...

Could you call him?

He came before...

In your delirious and frightened stupor you hit call, your knees were shaking and you were panting into the phone.

“Hello?”

His voice...

Oh fuck, his voice...

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, head foggy as you tried to stay on your feet.

“Y/N...? Why are you calling me-”

Your mind was blacking out. The edges of your vision going dark as you tried to keep yourself upright.

“Kook... help me...”

And everything went dark.

Work was hell.

It was so late and he just wanted to fucking go home and drink.

Ever since he took you home a few weeks back he’d been having a hard time sleeping. All he could see was your crying face as you begged him to be there when you woke up.

And his calendar was just fucking crammed.

Jungkook was struggling to keep up with everything. He had wedding planning to do, dinners to arrange, meetings to attend and-

Ring ring... Ring ring...

Who the fuck was calling right now!?

Jungkook didn’t even look at the phone as he answered it.

“Hello?” he asked into the receiver.

Soft panting came through the phone. “Jungkook...”

That was your voice.

His heart was beating a million miles a minute. What were you calling him for?

Were you drunk again?

“Y/N...? Why are you calling me-”

He didn’t even get to finish his statement before his stomach dropped to the floor.

In your weak, shaking voice you called for him.

“Kook... help me...” you pleaded before he heard a loud thud and the phone fall.

“Y/N?” he asked.

No response.

“Y/N, hey!” he called. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Still no response.

He didn’t know where you were, he didn’t know what was going on.

But he was going to find you.

Thank God you didn’t block his number. He kept your call open as he tried to use location tracking on his phone.

“Bug? Can you hear me? What’s going on, where are you?” he asked, trying to see if you’d talk.

His phone pinged with the location.

Your apartment.

You were at home.

Without any second thoughts he burst out of his office and took off down the hall, grabbing his keys and wallet and bolting down the stairs to his car. He wasn’t waiting for a fucking elevator.

He stayed on the line the whole way to the parking structure, trying to talk to you. Trying to see what was going on. When he finally got to his car the call dropped.

He panicked and kept trying to call you back, but your phone must’ve died.

“Shit, shit!” he said, jumping into the front seat and driving erratically down the road.

He was shocked no one pulled him over with how recklessly he was driving. You’d scold him for it later, but right now he needed to know you were okay. Even if you slapped the shit out of him, beat him and told him to never come near you again.

He needed to know you’d be okay...

When he pulled up to your apartment building he flew up the steps and to your door. It wasn’t latched, so he pushed it open and found you laying on the floor.

“Y/N!” he cried, falling to his knees next to you. “Hey, hey are you okay? Y/N, sweetheart hey!” he called, trying to get you to wake up.

You were burning up and he came to the conclusion you were sick.

And you’d put it off like you always do.

Carefully he tried to sit you up when he noticed the blood on the floor. His heart stopped as he checked you over but found it had come from your nose. You must be really sick if you were like this. Usually you’d see a doctor if it got this bad but, apparently you didn’t catch it quick enough this time.

With strength he didn’t know he had, he hauled you into his arms and carried you to the car.

He just hoped you’d be okay.

What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there?

Everything ached.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw you were in a hospital bed.

There was an older woman checking a clipboard at the end of your bed who met your eyes and smiled gently. “Hello sweetheart,” she said.

“H-Hi...?” you asked, trying to sit up.

“Ah ah,” she stopped you, coming close to help you settle back in. “Try not to move a lot just yet. You’ve been out for a whole day,” she said.

You looked outside and noticed it was dark... But not from the night you passed out, it was the next night.

“Oh...” you said, biting your lip sheepishly.

“That boyfriend of yours is going to have a fit you woke up and he’s not here,” she chuckled.

“Boyfriend?” you asked.

“Oh, I don’t mean to assume. The one who brought you here. He carried you in here all panicked. We thought you were going into labor with how he was acting,” she chuckled, but it was good natured. “He was so worried about you, calling you bug and sweetheart, holding your hand when the doctors came in to check on you. We just assumed you two were together because... how in love he is with you,” she said softly.

Jungkook...?

In love with you...?

“Where is he?” you asked as she lifted a cup of water to your lips for you to drink.

“Ah, unfortunately his dad came and sent him home. He’d been at work all day when you’d called and then he stayed until just about an hour ago,” she said.

He was with you for almost twenty-four hours?

“He... he didn’t leave at all?” you asked.

“No, he got snippy with the nurses a few times though. But we knew he didn’t mean anything by it, he’s worried about you,” she said.

“I-Is his dad still here?” you asked.

“Yes, he is. Do you want me to get him?” she offered.

“Yes... Yes I’d like to speak with him please,” you said.

She nodded and disappeared out of the room and down the hall.

He came for you...

You called and he came for you.

He carried you into the hospital and was worried, he snipped at some nurses because he was worried...

We just assumed you two were together because... how in love he is with you...

Jungkook, loves you?

“Y/N?” Mr. Jeon’s voice echoed loud in your ears as you turned to look at the door.

He looked good for not having seen him in almost five months. You gave him a kind smile before he came over and squeezed your hand gently.

“You scared us,” he said, holding your hand carefully. “Jungkook called me in hysterics, saying you were dying in the hospital and I had to come see you and then he wasn’t making any sense-anyways,” he said, another squeeze to your hand.

If he wasn’t making any sense how did he drive home?

Was he okay?

Did he eat anything? Drink anything-

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I called Naomi and she came and got him. I told her to make sure he drank water and had something to eat before he went to bed, okay?” he said, reassuring you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling tears fall down your cheeks.

Mr. Jeon shook his head, wrapping you up in his arms gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. Least of all to me, Jungkook’s the one who was about ready to have an aneurysm because of a fever.”

You sighed. “He’s always been melodramatic, why stop now?” you joked.

Mr. Jeon chuckled softly, giving a nod before stepping back. “He’s going to be devastated you woke up and he wasn’t here... He kept babbling about how you’d die if you woke up and he was gone.”

What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there?

Wait...

You’d said that.

It’s fuzzy, and makes your mouth taste sour but. You remember saying that to Jungkook.

Suddenly, you were thrown back into that night.

Asking him if he was a dream.

Asking him if he would stay.

“When will he be back?” You asked, your voice wobbling.

Mr. Jeon gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Probably in a few hours, get some rest. I’ll stay until he comes back, okay?”

—

You could hear his voice in the sea of sleep, his warmth enveloping you and holding you close.

“Did she wake up at all?” You could hear Jungkook’s exhaustion, he likely wasn’t gone long enough to get a full night's rest.

“She did, but it wasn’t for long,” a nurse said.

“D-Did she ask for anything? Anyone?” He said, looking at you.

He was still bone tired, but he only let himself sleep for a few hours. What if you needed him? What if the hospital called and you-

“Kook…?” Your voice was scratchy you noticed, making you clear your throat before opening your eyes.

Jungkook stood frozen in the room. As if waiting for you to send him away, waiting for you to yell at him. But all you could do was reach, begging him to come closer.

He didn’t make you wait, moving forward quickly as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he said, voice strained with worry. “Never fucking do that again, I thought you’d died,” he croaked, kissing your head briefly, he winced when he pulled away because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that... He just did it without thinking, oh God what if-

“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, moving back to look at your face. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I was a bad friend and got you into this mess,” he frowned.

“It’s not your fault I don’t know when I’m sick,” you said with a soft smile.

“Y/N…”

You shook your head, bringing him back in for another hug. Jungkook sighed, resting against you lightly, allowing himself to feel at ease for the first time in months.

Mr. Jeon walked in, knocking on the door before Yeri and Yoongi both walked in behind him.

“Y/N!!” Yeri cried, rushing forward. Jungkook stepped aside for a moment so she could squeeze you. “Jesus I saw your missed calls and when an older man answered your phone I got so worried,” she said. “But it turns out Mr. Jeon is pretty alright,” she said with a kind smile.

“Alright, move over Yeri,” Yoongi chuckled, giving you a gentle hug as well.

The two started chatting with you, asking about things that Jungkook didn’t know about.

Your new semester has started and he wasn’t privy to your schedule anymore. So he stood back, letting your friends speak and make you feel better. Even though he was desperate to do it himself.

Mr. Jeon watched as his son left the room, walking down the hall with his head hung low. He sighed, sending a quick glance your way. You were speaking to your friends but your eyes were still trying to find Jungkook after he’d left the room. Mr. Jeon gave you a nod before following him.

“Jungkook, son,” he called, jogging down the hallway to grab him.

“Her friends are here, she doesn’t need me anymore… Did we pay for the expenses? If not let me do it,” Jungkook said, grabbing his wallet out when his dad stopped him.

“Son, why are you running away from her?” He asked softly.

Jungkook tensed up, biting his lip as he struggled to keep his composure. “Because… her friends are there, the ones who always chose her. The ones who didn’t forget her, the ones who prioritized her… the ones who deserve her,” he whispered.

“Jungkook…” his father said, his tone gentle. “People make mistakes, people learn and they grow. You may not have been deserving of her friendship a few months ago… but now you might be able to ask her if maybe-maybe she’d like to try again,” he offered.

“What if she says no?” He whimpered. “I can’t keep letting her go, it hurts too much,” he said.

His dad brought him in for a tight hug, patting his back a few times to ease his cries. “Then you’ll respect her decision, but something tells me this time apart was just as hard on her as it was for you,” he stated.

Jungkook nodded, sniffling and wiping his eyes before he looked back towards your room. You were laughing with Yeri, Yoongi scowling but not in an angry way.

Yours and Jungkook’s dynamic had always been complex but it had never been hard.

He waited patiently in the hall until Yoongi and Yeri left. Not without looking at Jungkook. Yeri stopped and waved at him, Yoongi gave him a nod before leading her back down the hall.

Jungkook stood and walked back to your room. He waited by the door, standing there as he looked at you. “Hi…” he said, looking down at his feet for a moment.

You looked at him. He was clearly tired, his shoulders slumped forward.

“Hi,” you said softly. “You can come in Jungkook.”

He stood still, taking a few deep breaths before walking in and standing next to your bed.

He’d been crying…

“The doctor said that once your fever comes down they’ll send you home,” he said, voice quiet.

“Yeah? That’s good then, right? Yeri said she’d get notes for me for some of our classes at least,” you stated.

Jungkook nodded and the room went quiet. It was awkward how the silence hung between you two when it was usually nonexistent.

But Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to make things okay again. Where did he start?

“Kook…?” You asked, looking at his spaced out expression. His eyes snapped to yours as he seemed to be spiraling. “Hey, do you need a hug?” You asked, already reaching for him.

You didn’t even realize you were doing it. Your body knew his ques and tells so well at this point. He was fiddling with his sleeves, and he couldn’t hold your gaze too long.

He was nervous, almost scared.

But he was also weak. Weak for you and your affection. So he moved to accept your embrace, hugging you tightly. His head slotted where it always did, right in your neck. He sighed shakily, like this was almost painful for him.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Jungkook?” You asked, voice tender. You were talking like you always did.

The memory of your red eyes and raw throat once you yelled at him in his apartment haunted him. So to hear your normal voice, not one filled with tears or booze or anger… just you…

Jungkook choked on a sob, winding his arms around you tighter, leaning into your touch like he was used to. Finally allowing himself to feel your embrace.

Even if it would be the last time you’d let him.

“Jungkook…? Please talk to me, what’s wrong?” You asked, running your fingers over his brows, gently sweeping your thumb along his jawline.

Tracing his features like you always do.

“I fucking miss you,” he cried into your skin, holding you closer still.

He didn’t add any kind of grand gesture to his words, he didn’t try to coat them in flowers or barbs or whatever. It was just the plain and simple truth.

The painful truth.

He misses you, he misses showing up on your doorstep with your favorite takeout. He misses texting you cute pictures of Bam and receiving your classic, ‘he’s a mama’s boy!’ text. He misses the simplicity of your relationship, how easy it was to be just Jungkook and Y/N. You’d never asked him to be more or less.

You only ever asked him to be himself, to be genuine and authentic with you.

Your throat clenched at his broken voice, the way his body shook as he tried to pull you as close as the bed and equipment would allow.

You felt the warmth of his tears on your neck, making you tear up as well. You’d imagined it wouldn’t be easy for him. But Jungkook was always the more sensitive one, contrary to popular belief. He was very tender hearted and soft, he just wanted love.

And you were his person for years and years. His comfort, his rock, his support, his home.

And to suddenly be ripped away from you, especially when he knew it was his fault. It hurt all the worse. He’d beaten himself up over the last months, he’d been mean and judgmental towards himself and his work even.

His father had been so worried he’d almost called you a few times. Because he didn’t listen to anyone the way he listened to you.

“I miss you too.”

Your words hung in the air, causing Jungkook to freeze. He pulled back from you, eyes red and full of tears. “Y-You miss me? Even if I-”

“Kook,” you stopped him, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. “I called you, twice. I called you two times after not speaking to you for months and you came. Both times. You were there when I needed you, you made it up to me. This is me forgiving you,” you said, giving him your classic smile.

His heart ached.

He doesn't deserve it!

He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness… your friendship. Certainly not your love, no matter how badly he wants them.

He doesn’t deserve you.

“I-I can’t…” he whimpered, head dropping forward in shame.

“You can, kookie, you can,” you promised. “And I’ll be here to help you.”

—

It was your discharge day only a couple days later. You’d responded well to the fluids and medicine and were ready to go home!

“Bug! You almost ready?” Jungkook called, standing outside the bathroom. Yeri had run to your apartment to get you some clothes to get comfy in.

Jungkook had pitched a fit about you being alone while taking all this medicine. Even though it was only for a few more days.

So you were staying with him for the weekend.

Jungkook and you were good. Better than ever really. You both apologized, him a little more than he needed to but you understood. He was worried, he didn’t want to overstep or make you upset.

But, there was something he was hiding.

You could tell something was up.

He had that look on his face. The look of ‘this is my innocuous face nothing suspicious here promise’ written all over his features. But you couldn’t possibly figure out what was going on.

“So, the fiancé isn’t going to be mad that I’m staying with you?” You asked, already wanting to shove your foot in your mouth for asking such a stupid question.

You’d managed to ignore the incoming fiancé bomb for the most part but the thoughts were eating you alive so you just… damn.

“Ah… yeah, we’re not together anymore,” he sighed.

“B-But! You got engaged like two weeks ago?!”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, she had to pull out. Her girlfriend wanted to try again and she didn’t want to give up on her just yet,” he offered. “We’re still making a deal just not as intricate as before,” he said.

You swallowed thickly at this information.

Why did this information of his relationship status throw you for such a loop. You were ready to be disappointed.

But here you were.

Single.

And here Jungkook was.

Single.

For some reason it felt different than before. There was a period of time when Jungkook had girlfriends, one night stands and other exploratory things going on in his sex life-and that was fine. Normal and such.

But you’d been a late bloomer, only getting your first boyfriend at around twenty. He’d taken your virginity and then you’d both drifted apart as people do.

After that you’d not done much in regards to relationships outside your platonic ones.

Of course being hung up on your best friend did that.

So… what do you do now?

“Bug? Come on honey, let’s get you out of here. Bammie is going to be so excited to see his mommy!” He said with his adorable scrunched face.

“Yeah? Maybe we can stop so I can pick him out a new toy, huh?” You suggested, opening the door to the bathroom and handing him the gown to put in the bin across the room.

He did so without question, coming back to hand you your coat. “Can you walk or do you want to ride in a wheelchair?” He asked, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

Your heart stammered at his proximity.

Shit…

Being away from him for months had worn down those defenses you'd built so carefully growing up.

Jungkook was handsome. Physically painful to witness at times, chest twinges weren’t uncommon.

Lower twinges as well…

The thought made your cheeks burn and eyes turn slightly shifty as Jungkook watched your thoughts and feelings flit across your features like they always do.

“You're thinking about something, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked.

You nodded quickly, giving him an easy smile. “Yes Kook, I’m good. But I want you to push me in the wheelchair, just don’t run me into the wall like you did after I got my wisdom teeth out,” you laughed.

He gave an indignant pout, eyes looking challenged. “Hey! You weren’t sitting still! You almost fell onto the floor,” he complained.

“I was high off of anesthesia! What did you think was gonna happen?” You laughed heartily.

Jungkook’s eyes got glossy again.

You’d noticed he’d look at you for a minute sometimes, almost getting lost in thought. When you’d treat him like you always did, his features relaxed. Almost in… relief?

It was the tone of your voice. The pitch of your laughter.

Jungkook couldn’t help it. Everything you did endeared him more and more.

He’d always known you were lovely. Soft, sweet and beautiful.

You were loving and gentle, and Jungkook appreciated you so very much. Most people knew him as the golden boy. His fathers pride and joy and a charmer that made his mother blush in joy. But you knew him as Jungkook, always as himself. His truest self.

There was no pretense.

Things between the two of you were easy, natural. Jungkook didn’t have to think around you, because even if he didn’t make sense you understood him enough to not be scared away by his awkwardness at times, or his obsession with things that weren’t the norm for guys his age.

(The banana milk, the marvel figurines and many more occupy your mind with a sweet hint of nostalgia for the man in front of you, unbeknownst to that very person).

“I promise I’ll drive carefully, if you promise to ride carefully, huh?” He offered.

You snorted before giving a nod as he brought the chair to you.

Jungkook held the handles as you gently lowered down into the chair. He’d done this for you several times over again in your life. Whether it was for your wisdom teeth or to remove that piece of glass from your foot.

He’d always been right behind you. Loving you and supporting you with his gentle warmth that could turn into a fire if left unattended by your watchful rationality.

Jungkook was your best friend.

He’d always been since the day you met.

“Alright, hold on tight!”

You smiled softly as he guided you out of the hospital, down the halls and onto the elevators.

He had all the nurses swooning with the way he was looking at you. They all watched with the same fond expression.

However you both remained oblivious to them, far too wrapped up in your teasing conversation.

Your normal.

Finally, you made it out front with Naomi giving you a tight squeeze.

“Ahh! You look skinny! You need to eat more, I’ll have to make you some kimchi jjigae huh?” She teased, giving your cheeks a good natured smoosh.

“Stob it!” You whined, cheeks squished making your words come out funny enough to make Jungkook’s heart throb.

“Sorry, sorry Princess,” she soothed, smoothing her hands over your hair and giving you another small hug before getting the door for Jungkook and yourself.

Jungkook helped you up as Naomi went to put the chair back.

You both got in the car and Naomi shut the partition.

You sighed in relief as you pulled away from the hospital. The buildings gave you horrible anxiety, and Jungkook knew this as his hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asked.

“Just the usual, kook. Hospitals still freak me out, they probably always will in a way,” you sighed.

“I get it,” he promised, kissing your head and giving your shoulder a squeeze before his phone rang.

“Shit, it’s mom, hold on,” he said, answering it shortly after.

You nodded, looking out the window and watched the city pass by. You still felt Jungkook’s hand in yours though, warm and soft.

As always.

—

Jungkook was still sour as he sat on the couch as you cooed and guffawed at his dog. Who had, rather rudely in fact, blew right past him to land square at your feet with the sweetest eyes he’d had in months

“Tsk, damned traitor,” he growled, trying to fight the jealousy that his dog was right where he wanted to be.

Your lap.

Bam and him had been at war for the prized spot of your soft and supple thighs that were utterly perfect pillows.

Jungkook can’t remember how many times he’d fallen asleep on your legs, it’s been far far too many to count.

Although, his dog currently blocking him from increasing those stats was making him ridiculously jealous.

You could see it too, because you smirked when Bam started snoring. Jungkook hardly ever had the heart to wake the pup once he was out like this.

However, you weren’t sure it was applicable tonight.

“Bug…”

“Yes?” You asked, scratching Bams tummy softly. You’d just taken your medicine a while ago and you were getting a little sleepy.

“I think Bam has to go potty.”

“Jungkook, he's sleeping.”

He huffed, annoyed at your lack of attention. “H-He’ll need to go when he gets up, he’s had trouble with not peeing before I get up.”

“Alright, wake him up then,” you said, giving him a pointed look.

“I can’t Y/N-”

You rolled your eyes and patted Bam on the rear. He snorted and woke himself up with a jolt. A soft peel of laughter came from you at his goofy expression.

“Come on Bammie, we need to go potty then we need to go to bed,” Jungkook called softly, standing and walking towards the door.

“Gonna take him outside?” You asked, knowing he had space on his balcony that he could use but Bam often liked going for a little wander before his end of evening potty.

“Yeah, head to bed, I’ll be there soon,” he said.

Your heart thudded dangerously.

Fuck…

This whole day, this entire time since he’d picked you up at the bar your heart has been yearning for him.

This isn’t the soft crush you’d parted with…

It was turning into genuine love, and it certainly didn’t feel platonic.

Head to bed, I’ll be there soon…

“Is the guest room not ready?” You asked, voice light but there was a slight waver in your tone.

Jungkook turned with a confused expression. “No? I didn’t think we’d need it, my beds big enough yeah?”

Thump…

“Okay, do you still-”

“Pink toothbrush, your toothpaste is still in the drawer with mine,” he said, pulling on his shoes.

You felt emotion clog your throat, making you nod as he walked out with Bam in tow. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks before you wiped them away.

He still has my toothpaste, he got me a new toothbrush…

All of these things were mundane, even expected in a sense. But, your chest fluttered all the same.

You hurried to his room, smiling at the fact he’d even gotten a few of your skincare products out. Your heart squeezed when you realized they were new, he’d remembered all of them.

Brushing your teeth and climbing into bed felt like a dream. The sheets were soft and smelt nice, like they always did.

And you fell asleep, only barely waking to a soft voice telling you to go back to bed.

“Sleep bug, I’m right here.”

—

Heat.

Sweltering heat.

That is how sleeping with Jungkook normally went. He was a fucking furnace, even if all he slept in was a pair of boxers!

But you woke to push some of the blankets off, shifting with some difficulty as Jungkook’s arms were like iron fucking bars around your waist.

His hands settled on your lower stomach. You swallowed hard as you tried to not think about it too much.

After winding down and managing to breathe without feeling like you're burning alive.

That’s when you felt it.

You shifted your hips slightly just to confirm your suspicions and to your utter disbelief you were correct.

Your best friend.

Your sweet Jungkook had a boner, a quite impressive one, and it was pressed firmly against your ass.

Death was imminent.

Your mind was running three thousand miles a minute. What do you do?!

You and Jungkook have slept together in the same bed multiple times, but usually Jungkook doesn’t cuddle much. And if he does you manage to wiggle out before this situation happens.

Also, you tended to sleep like the dead. Just another thing you and Jungkook shared. Although you were fairly certain that he was the heavier sleeper of the pair of you.

His hands tightened around your stomach as he pressed further into your body. His head fell into the crook of your shoulder and neck. He sighed softly, his breaths panting against your skin and causing goosebumps to run along your flesh.

“Y/N...” he drawled, clearly still asleep. His voice was deep and raspy, making your thighs clench unintentionally which caused your hips to rut backwards just a touch. But Jungkook made a soft pant in your ear that had wetness collecting in your panties to your shock.

Not that you hadn’t left this room in search of some extra underwear before...

Jungkook shifted towards you with a grunt, nestling into your neck and shoulder to the point he was damn near wrapped around you.

And that certainly didn’t help the morning wood that had found an apparently pleasing spot right on your ass cheeks. You didn’t want to embarrass him by waking him up...

But this was going to melt your brain if you continued any longer. “Kook,” you mumbled, tugging on his wrists. “Wake up.”

“Mmm,” he sighed, staying firmly in place.

“Jungkook, get up,” you said, pushing back with your hips.

A soft moan escaped him as you wriggled around. You felt him roll his hips forward in response, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Causing a stupid and loud spluttering cough to fall from your lips.

Jungkook startled awake at your jolting and loud hacking.

“Bug? Whas’ wrong?” he slurred, trying to sit up so you could breathe.

“Jungkook-bathroom,” you pointed.

He tilted his head in confusion, before he looked down and his face turned beet red.

“O-oh! Y/N, I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to-uh... It’s kinda just a thing, but I can understand it’s uncomfortable-”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“It’s okay, I know how penises work. Just go cool off in the shower so I can get my blood pressure back to a normal level please?” you asked, keeping your head down.

Jungkook shuffled off the bed awkwardly and tried to hide himself best he could. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt your heart hammering far too quickly inside your chest.

Holy shit...

What is one supposed to do when you’re so turned on by your best friend you aren’t sure how to breathe?

You heard the shower turn on and you were snapped out of your horny stupor.

Jesus...

You weren’t normally so... feral about all of this. Had being away from him really done this to you? Your heart ached to be close, to hold him tightly and keep him with you... But, you just got back to being friends-

But, how long until you couldn’t bury the frustration and anger anymore? How long would you have to bottle up the scarily not platonic feelings swirling in your chest.

Why was your heart still racing so fast?

Your chest hurts.

Oh fuck-

That night burns hot in your mind. Him forgetting, you leaving.

It had been so hard to walk away. You were devestated for days. Yoongi had to come and force feed you. He’d threatened to call Jungkook if you didn’t delete his number. But you couldn’t…

The little picture you used as his icon made the deep agony in your heart ease for just a moment.

But the anger-

You slapped him.

Oh God, why do you want to burst into tears? What is this ache right in the base of your throat...? You want to cry, but you want to apologize more.

With a gentle cry you jumped out of the bed and scrambled like some stupid love-drunk idiot.

Jungkook may have been wrong first.

But you were wrong too.

You’d hurt him too.

By not staying, by not fighting for your friendship. By not at least giving him a chance to explain himself. To apologize. To try.

And... And for not being honest with not only him... But yourself.

Fuck... you’re so sorry-

“Kook!” you cried, falling through the bathroom door. Jungkook jumped as he stood there in his pajama pants and nothing else.

“Bug?! What’s wrong? Y/N, jesus fuck what-”

“Jungkook I’m so sorry I love you!”

Your throat ached with how much you were crying.

The dam of him being gone-had burst. The pain you’d felt being away from him.

You thought you could ignore the guilt that was eating you alive. You could just move on, you’d both learned and wanted to do better. So why dwell on that deep piercing ache in your stomach?

Because hurting the people you love hurts you just as much.

Because not acknowledging your wrongs and burying the guilt only makes it fester.

“I missed you so much! I love you so much and I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t try!” you wailed, holding onto him tightly as the rest of you trembled.

“Y/N, baby, shh, honey breathe,” Jungkook tried to soothe you. Your hands were ice cold on his upper back and shoulders and he was worried you’d worked yourself up into an anxiety attack. He pet the back of your head, gently kissing your temple as he rocked the two of you as you’d collapsed onto the floor.

“Koo, m’so sorry!” you mumbled against his shoulder.

You were shaking like a leaf, you could barely hold onto him.

“Y/N, princess,” he called softly. “Please look at me, baby, look at me, hey,” he said, moving you back by your head gently. He smoothed his thumbs over your puffy, tear stained cheeks and he tilted his head and gave you a soft smile. “What’s wrong huh?”

Your eyes welled up again and Jungkook shushed you, pressing his forehead on yours. Shrinking your world down to just you and him. His warmth and strong hands cradling your neck. “Easy. Y/N, I don’t know what’s got you so worked up but you need to calm down just a bit. You’re shaking honey.”

“I-I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you sniffled pathetically, holding his wrists tightly.

“You keep saying that, what do you have to be sorry for Bug? You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, voice soft and slow.

“I left you,” you cried. “I was so worried about my own feelings and how much I didn’t like that you had a fiance that-” you hiccuped and squeezed his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. “That was everything I’m not and... and when you supposedly forgot me because of her I lost it and I fucked up... I shouldn’t have blamed you for me not being honest.”

Jungkook blinked slowly, swallowing hard as he tried to understand what you were saying to him.

“Y/N...” he said softly, brushing your hair from your face. “What are you trying to tell me, huh?”

Your stomach almost fell into the floor and your heart clenched painfully at the idea of fessing up. But you’d basically said it at this point. You say it all the time...

I love you.

So simple in theory right?

But in many cultures, tone and phrasing are everything.

But, why is it so hard to make that simple flip?

“Jungkook...”

His eyes shone in the glittering light of the morning flooding in through the bathroom.

“Jungkook I...”

His hand tightened around your waist.

“I love y-”

You didn’t even get to finish your words before his lips were covering yours. His hands holding your face as he kissed you desperately. Like he’d been craving to do it for years.

“Me too,” he gasped, moving back to kiss you again.

“Koo-mh!” you were promptly cut off.

“Shut up for a second and let me kiss you-before I either get slapped again or I take you on this bathroom floor,” he growled as he pulled you in again.

You helplessly wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing in his hold as best you could with your heart still struggling to catch up. You still had tears on your cheeks and your knees were wobbling and sore from the tile floor.

But you’d pass out before you let him go first.

Jungkook finally managed to pull away from you for a moment. “I didn’t get slapped,” he breathed against your lips harshly.

“No... You didn’t,” you said, resting against him.

“So... what does that mean Y/N? I don’t want to make this awkward or weird but... but I can’t kiss you like that and not want more...”

With hot cheeks you tugged him back to your lips. “Me either,” you whispered, cradling his neck.

“Y/N, I really do love you... I want you to be mine,” he said, holding you by the waist.

Your eyes got big as you looked into his. They were warm, like always. He wasn’t hiding anything, he was being vulnerable. He was being himself.

Because you made it so easy for him to do.

“As long as you’re mine too,” you sighed, resting against him in exhaustion. Your body was dropping from the adrenaline rush you’d had from your near panic attack and impromptu emotional breakthrough.

“Sleepy Bug,” he chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get you back to bed and when you get up later we can talk more. But, you’re mine, Bug... And I’m yours.”

Hearing those words you fell into slumber against his warm chest, only briefly feeling the bed underneath you once more before sleep swallowed you whole.

Dating Jungkook was surprisingly the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

He was kind, he was loving and he was honest. It’s been a great few months. His parents both were thrilled to hear the news and fully supported the both of you.

Life was good.

You’d never felt like this before, this amount of joy and happiness suffused through your being. You were happy being best friends, but this just felt like a natural progression. Being together was always easy, almost innate in a way.

And tonight, you wanted to be together in a different way...

You and Jungkook had kept it fairly PG-13 for the most part. You both wanted to get comfortable with the new part of your relationship first before you added any intimacy. There was no rush, you had time to come together like that.

You had Yeri over one night, and chaos was inevitable.

The two of you loved to drink wine and fool around and just make merry (ruckus).

Hoseok had even joined a few times, as Yeri’s potential boyfriend. They hadn’t made anything official yet, but they’d been out several times since your night at the bar.

Currently, Yeri was cooing over pictures of Bam in your phone.

“God that damn dog is so cute,” she sighed in disdain, bigger dogs sometimes frightened her but you had been coaxing her out of that mindset with adorable pictures of Bam.

“The next one is him in those pajamas. Jungkook wanted to burn them the second I laid eyes on them,” you snorted.

“Oh my God that’s-oh... That’s not a cute dog, however it is a very nice set of lingerie Y/N~” Yeri giggled, showing you the picture she’d stumbled upon.

You in the set you’d purchased after one of these very wine drunk evenings with Yeri.

It wasn’t anything crazy. Just a navy colored babydoll with matching panties. You’d taken a few pictures of yourself in the full length mirror in your room and had admired your body in the alluring fabric.

“Ah-sorry,” you flushed, taking your phone to find the actual picture you’d been talking about.

“No apology needed, I love that color on you! Such a nice set too! What did Jungkook think, hm?” she teased.

That’s when you felt your face heat up exponentially.

“You look constipated, what’s wrong? Are you gonna puke?” she stressed, moving to grab the garbage when you shook your head.

“No no, I’m good. It’s just... We haven’t had sex yet,” you said softly. “We wanted to figure out our dynamic first before we started becoming intimate. I have barely had sex, I’m practically a virgin, and he wants it to be meaningful.”

“It’ll be meaningful because it’s you two,” Yeri said with kind eyes. “I understand wanting to make it feel important, but... You don’t need crazy expensive or lavish things to have good intimacy, although it can be fun to incorporate,” she teased.

Your heart clenched at those words and you nodded with a small smile.

“You’re right Yeri,” you said. “I think it’s something I want to talk about more in our relationship, especially lately. I think we could take that step now. Of course I don’t want to rush him or anything-”

“Y/N,” Yeri sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That man loves you so much I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep him away from you as long as you have. I bet you, you send him a single picture of you in lingerie and you will be trapped in either this room or that fancy penthouse for three business days.”

A choked noise of shock came from you as you scrambled to respond.

“H-He’s not an animal Yeri! He-”

“Because he hasn’t been given the green light to let out the inner beast,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“That’s never a good look to see on your face,” you sighed, now it was your turn to pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“I bet you two drinks at the bar next time we go, that if you send a racy picture your man will be calling within fifteen minutes to confirm your dick appointment,” she said.

“Yeri!”

“Hell, if you send them I will definitely buy the first two rounds of drinks next time,” she said. “Cause you’re too chicken to send them.”

You blanched at her, unimpressed with her childish tactics to wind you up.

Your wine addled brain was sobering, your last glass having been over an hour ago.

It was almost midnight, and Hoseok would no doubt be by soon to grab Yeri bringing your social plans for the evening to a close.

Why not?

Why not send a sexy picture to your even sexier boyfriend?

“Fine! I’ll grab my favorite set and send him a picture,” you promise.

“Fifteen minutes, set a timer.”

Hoseok arrived roughly half an hour later and you gave Yeri a tight squeeze before she leaned against the taller man as he guided her safely to his car. With a kind smile and wave they drove off.

You felt your phone buzz in your pajama shorts pocket and you looked and smiled to see a picture of Bam curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket snoozing happily.

Kook ❤️: he misses his mommy 🥺🥺

Y/N: how can he miss me if he’s asleep??

Kook ❤️: happens to me all the time. Miss you in my sleep. Miss you when I wake up alone, miss you when I see my dog sleeping in your blanket.

Y/N: *our

Kook ❤️: can I send a driver for you? Come stay with me tonight.

You chuckled and then sent a quick glance to your underwear drawer.

Y/N: I’m already in my pajamas

Kook ❤️: perfect, you’ll be ready for immediate cuddles when you get here

Y/N: these are new pajamas

You got up and grabbed the only other set of lingerie you had. A soft black cotton robe with a nice set of bra and panties that were a rich wine color. It seemed oddly fitting.

Without much thought you pulled them on and looked at your frame in the mirror before you heard your phone buzzing again.

Kook ❤️: new? Is that a reason to not come over??

Kook ❤️: if you’re worried bam will ruin them I’ll put him in his kennel before you get here?

Kook ❤️: baby?? Pleaseeeee

Y/N: sorry, I had to pee

Kook ❤️: please come over 🥺🥺🥺

Y/N: do you want to see?

Why was your boyfriend such a simp?

He was making seducing him so difficult.

You adored the man more than you could put into words but goodness he was persistent when he wanted something.

Kook ❤️: see what??

You tugged the robe open just a touch and revealed the deep burgundy bra that had your cleavage revealed just enough to be tantalizing.

Without giving yourself enough time to panic you snapped the picture of you on your knees in front of the mirror.

Using your last ounce of wine courage you hit send.

Timer Set: 15:00 minutes

Y/N: jpeg.9102

Seen

Oh Jesus.

What if he doesn’t like it?

You were about to scramble to cover your ass when your phone started ringing. You were so nervous you damn near launched the thing across the room in shock when you managed to answer it, you heard panting like someone was running.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

Jungkook’s rough voice filled your ears.

“I’m at home you weirdo, why are you-”

“You need to tell me right now if this means what I think it does because if not I don’t want to seem like an idiot... I legit ran down to my car, because if you want me there I’m coming right now. And I’m not going to let you sleep,” he growled.

Your thighs clenched at the aggressive sound from him. “I-I sent it because I wanted you to see, I-I wanted to show you I was ready,” you said, voice weak but needy.

“Then you sit on your bed and wait for me, I will be there in ten minutes-”

“Jungkook, you live almost halfway across the city it’s almost one in the morning baby-”

“Ten minutes,” he promised before hanging up.

You looked at your phone and paused your timer.

Time Remaining: 9:39 minutes

You sent a quick text to Yeri.

Y/N: Please wait to hear from me in approximately three business days...

✨Yeri✨: be safe, get that dick 👀👀👀

You went to brush your teeth and comb your hair when you heard your front door open and shut. Just as you turned around Jungkook was dropping his jacket in your bedroom as he shouldered his way into your small bathroom and pulled you in for a searing kiss.

With a soft yelp of surprise you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him kiss you with as much passion as he wanted. You returned it in kind. Jungkook wound his arms around your waist, hands gripping your robe and cupping the base of your spine as he backed you up against the counter.

“Baby,” you whispered against his lips as he pulled back for a split second to change the position of his head.

“You can’t attack me like that, no sudden provocative photos, my heart and dick almost exploded,” he said, kissing you again, the last of his sentence spoken into your own mouth.

You chuckled at his eagerness as he held you in his arms.

“Up on the counter,” he breathed, grabbing your thighs and practically dead lifting you onto the vanity and capturing your lips before your squeal could wake the entire apartment complex.

Thankfully, your apartment was at the end of the hall, and your neighbor was known to rarely be home.

But really you couldn’t care less, your boyfriend’s tongue was wicked and hot and currently working its way into your mouth. Jungkook grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him as he kissed you like it was his sole purpose in this life. Tongue swiping along yours before he nipped at your already swollen and pouty lower lip.

“Fuck... fuck I’m so hard,” he panted, resting his forehead against yours as he breathed heavily. You smoothed your hands over his shoulders and watched as they rose and fell in quick succession in time with his labored breaths.

“Yeah?” you whispered, voice stolen by his kiss.

“Baby you really have no idea,” he said, locking eyes with you as he cradled your neck. “I’m literally ready to fuck you stupid, but... But I want it to be special and-”

“Anything I do with you is special, Kook,” you said, cupping his cheek and giving him a sweet grin. “I love you.”

His eyes melted into a softer expression. “I love you too,” he said, kissing you much gentler than before, leaving sweet and soft kisses along your cheeks and planting one last firm one on your lips. “So, you want to do this?”

You nodded quickly, feeling the slickness in your panties becoming uncomfortable fast. “Yes, I want you,” you said.

Jungkook nodded and connected your lips again. “Do you want to use condoms or not?”

“No, I have the implant and I trust you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Give me everything, baby, I want all of you.”

He connected your mouths again in a desperate and messy kiss, pulling you in and helping you off the counter before he picked you up and had you wrap your legs around his small waist. You squeaked as he held you under your ass as he navigated the short jaunt back to your bed. You held his jaw as you kissed him more, threading your fingers into his thick hair at the base of his head.

With a happy sigh he sat down on your bed and you settled your knees on either side of his thighs. Your center was placed directly above his straining cock. Your hips jolted forwards just a touch at the sensation of his denim pants rubbing against your sensitive core.

“Ngh~ Jungkook,” you whimpered, kissing along his jaw and sucking tender marks into his skin. “Want to feel you, please,” you pouted.

With a smirk he fell back, laying flat against the bed and you fell over him, hands just above his shoulders as you crouched above his frame.

“Go ahead then, you can touch me wherever you want,” he said, a smug look on his face.

You bit your lip and looked at his shirt buttons. The top few were undone, no doubt from him lounging at home. With eager hands you planted your hips right on his lap causing him to huff in momentary bliss. You loosened the buttons and tugged the fabric from his pants and managed to toss the infernal thing onto your floor to be promptly forgotten.

You smoothed your hands over his stomach and chest, smiling before connecting your lips to his skin in tentative, wet kisses.

Jungkook sighed, bringing his hand to your cheek as goosebumps rose over his skin as you placed your lips along his stomach and up to his chest. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you just wanted to appreciate him.

Your heart hammered against your chest as you brought your lips to his throat and neck. Your hand ran up his peck and you brushed your thumb across his nipple with heat settled in your face. Jungkook, however, was eager for any and all of your affection.

“Shit... such a good girl,” he breathed, heart thrumming in his chest rapidly.

Your thoughts wandered briefly at his reaction to your thumb on his nipple, you wondered if he’d ever be into clamps-

“Baby~” Jungkook whined softly at your lack of movement. “Don’t tease me, I can’t handle it right now,” he groaned.

“C-Can I suck on them?” you asked, thumb still caressing his tender and pebbled nub.

Jungkook swallowed hard as a pretty blush rose to his cheeks, the expression on his face as he nodded at you with a furrowed brow.

Slowly, you lathed your tongue across his pec before finding his nipple. Jungkook’s hips jolted at your soft and wet tongue swirling around his sensitive skin. And the growl he let out was pure sin, causing your thighs to clench instinctively.

“You have such a sweet little mouth,” he sighed, cradling your jaw as he tossed his head back in pleasure. You moved to the other nipple, sucking and nipping softly at his flushed flesh.

“Kook,” you purred against his skin, sucking a harsh love bite into his skin right after.

His hips kicked up again at the sharp pain of your teeth, but he moaned softly at your tender licks and kisses right after. Only to nip at him once more.

“Careful baby, you keep that up and I’m not gonna last,” he panted, blowing some of his hair out of his face.

“Feels good?” you asked, unintentionally rocking your hips as you sat up.

Jungkook gripped your waist, holding you still and you felt his cock throbbing through his fucking jeans. You weren’t sure if that was possible. Maybe it was your own needy core pulsing for him.

“S-Stop wriggling, if you grind on me one more time I’m gonna rip these stupid panties off and shove my cock in your pussy now,” he snarled, eyes shut tight.

His threatening tone made you clench hard. Your panties were ruined, probably beyond salvaging.

It was for a good cause.

“Want your cock in my pussy anyways,” you smirked, ready to roll your hips against his once more. Jungkook pressed his thumbs against your lower stomach as he grit his teeth.

“Baby, I’m trying really hard not to fuck you stupid on this bed right now. I’m ready to Edward in Twilight this bed I swear to fucking god-”

You snorted at his hilarity, before shifting your hips once more. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you and he grinned. “Be that way.”

With a squeal you felt yourself being pitched backwards. You scrambled to grab onto Jungkook to avoid being literally yeeted off your own bed.

But, with the strength of some supernatural creature he managed to catch you and almost slam you underneath him.

His biceps were toned and strong above you, his scent fresh and calming in your nose. You looked up and saw his eyes boring into your own. They were just as bright as they always have been, but there was a depth you hadn’t seen before.

The longing that he held in his eyes was intense, causing your legs to squirm under him. Jungkook hooked his fingers into your panties and looked at you with the same intensity, but raised a brow.

Do you want to stop?

You shook your head and lifted your hips to help him ease the fabric off your legs.

Your bravado was slowly draining, the look in your boyfriend's eyes disabling you for a moment. He looked starving. You watched his expression simmer into barely constrained lust. His palms were smooth on your thighs, making your legs tremble in desire. His jaw clenched tightly, lip between his teeth as he tried to keep himself from shoving inside you without any prep.

But fuck...

Your pussy already had him weak.

Sweet lips that were puffy and eager, covered in your slick and Jungkook’s cock ached at the thought of getting to go in bare. He lowered himself down between your legs to place a sweet kiss on your core. You gasped softly at the sensation before looking at him with your pretty eyes.

“You okay, Y/N? Not too much?” he asked.

“N-No you’re okay I’ve just... I haven't done much,” you breathed. Jungkook nodded slowly, moving forward to connect your lips together.

“That’s okay, you tell me what feels good and we’ll go from there, yeah?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your thighs.

You nodded with a smile, bringing him in for another hot kiss. Jungkook moaned against your lips as he cupped your sex. “So wet for me honey,” he cooed. You tugged your shirt and bra off in quick succession, almost getting tangled in them both but Jungkook was focused on an entirely different part of you.

With hungry eyes he moved in on your core once more. You gasped when his tongue met your wetness, and he moaned in bliss when he tasted your flavor flooding his mouth. “Fuck... fuck... Y/N, baby,” he sighed, licking firmly against your pulsing cunt.

“J-Jungkook,” you hiccuped in pleasure. “Please, more...”

His eyes connected with yours briefly before he grabbed your thighs and started to eat you out like a man possessed. You’d never felt pleasure this aching and desperate. Like everything he was doing was too much and yet not enough.

Jungkook was thoroughly fucked in almost every sense of the word. His heart hammered in his chest as he ate his best friend and beautiful girlfriend out. Everything about you had him practically hypnotized. He’d never felt so turned on.

The pair of you whined and groaned as he continued to pleasure you with his devilishly sweet lips.

He moved from your entrance to your clit and alternated his pressure, causing your mind to swirl in hypersensitive pleasure. But it was... so fucking good...

“K-Kook! B-Baby! M’gonna cum! Please... please let me cum,” you cried, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists as he plunged two fingers into your entrance.

A sharp whine fell from your lips as you clamped down on his fingers while he worked you up to your peak of bliss.

“Then cum for me honey... Let me see you cum for me, wanna make you cream my face,” he growled deep in his chest.

With a glance at his face you felt your stomach clench hard due to his eagerness. You were worried he’d not be interested in this part of sex, but you loved him so much you weren’t honestly concerned about not enjoying sex with him.

However, just like always, Jungkook surprised you.

He almost seemed to get off on your pleasure, it wasn’t a chore to work you up like you’d worried about. And with the way he was rutting against the mattress you were wondering who was enjoying it more to be honest.

Then, he hooked his fingers up, pushing against your sweet spot.

After being held on the edge for so long... you were thrown off the cliff into your orgasm.

“Fuck! Jungkook! Fuck, fuck!”

You could hardly think of words to express your pleasure, let alone anything coherent.

Jungkook was encouraging you softly as he eased you through your pleasure. “My good girl, give it to me baby,” he purred, cleaning your center softly as you came down from your peak.

“Holy shit,” you panted, quickly bringing him up from your center to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling the flavor of you with his own distinct taste.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cum baby, I want to see you do it over and over again,” he groaned, cradling your face while you exchanged hot kisses.

After a while you started to run your hands down his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. He separated your kiss to look at you with a soft expression. “Want me?” he asked, his thumb running across your cheek with tender eyes.

You gave him a sweet smile and kissed him again. “Yes Jungkook,” you breathed against his lips. “I’m yours...”

He didn’t need any more encouragement from you, pulling his jeans off quickly and tossing them on the floor before you carefully put your hand inside his boxers. You could feel your hearts beating wildly inside your chests. Jungkook looked at you with hunger but love mixed in his eyes.

You felt yourself become more and more confident when you touched him, and also in being touched. It can be a hard thing to share your body with a person. But with Jungkook, everything has always been so natural and easy.

This was proving to be no different.

His hand fell over yours and gently guided you to squeeze and apply gentle pressure to his aching cock. His head tipped back as he let out soft puffs of air.

“F-Fuck, please Y/N, I’m aching baby, I need to put it in you,” he whined.

The sound of his pleading did something to you, causing more slick to leak from your core. To be wanting in such a deep way had your heart ready to fly away if your ribcage wasn’t there to stop it.

“Then put it in, want you,” you said, cheeks hot from all the intensity of your exchange.

Jungkook pushed his boxers off, revealing his cock to you and causing your eyes to widen. He wasn’t extremely massive. But he was definitely larger than the previous dick you’d experimented with. He led your hand to him, gently stroking his length with your soft hand and he sighed in pleasure.

“Feels so good baby, so hard for you,” he said, his eyebrow furrowed as he tried desperately to keep his composure.

You couldn’t believe you were here in this moment. With the person you loved more than anything, ready to share the last part of yourself with him. It made you emotional for a moment.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded.

Jungkook’s ears perked at your weaker tone, but when he saw the look in your eyes he knew you were just emotional. He gave you a small but sweet smile.

“Of course, Y/N, love kissing you,” he purred, placing little pecks around your shoulders and neck. Finally connecting your lips in a hot kiss.

His hand moved away from yours but you kept your hand on his cock and gave him a few tentative tugs. Jungkook bucked his hips forwards at the sensation rising up his spine and flooding his lower stomach. He’d been hard for so long he was worried he wasn’t going to last long. But something told him no matter the time, this was going to be special.

Just because it was you two.

“Okay, okay I’m ready baby,” you said.

Jungkook nodded, adjusting the two of you on the bed. He put a pillow behind your head and lifted your leg into the hook of one of his elbows.

He ran his cock against your slick folds to test your wetness, and to no surprise you were still soaked.

“Good baby, so wet for me... fuck,” he breathed. “Deep breath, relax for me Y/N, if it hurts just tell me, okay?”

You nodded, hand settling on his biceps. Jungkook gave you one more look for reassurance but you squeezed his arms in confirmation before he pushed in slowly.

A gasp ripped from your throat as he entered you. You breathed slowly and deeply as he carefully seated himself inside you. You gripped his shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss when he finally slid home.

He kissed you softly, giving tender nips and wet pecks to your neck and jaw.

“Good girl, fucking so hot and wet on my cock... fuck-fuck Y/N,” he moaned into your neck.

You didn’t even have words to describe how good he felt. It was as if this was always meant to happen, like you and him were always going to end up here at this moment.

“Kook~” you mewled, biting your lip as he gave you a moment to adjust.

“Does it hurt, baby?” he asked, smoothing his thumb over your cheek.

“N-No... just full!” you whined, the pleasure of him being inside of you finally settling in. “You can move baby, please fuck me...”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, starting an easy rhythm that had the two of you sighing in bliss. With a deft movement Jungkook hooked both of your knees around the crook of his elbows as he started to build a steady pace that had your stomach clenching in pleasure.

“So good baby, so good,” he panted, rolling his hips against yours with purpose.

You moved your hands down to his lower stomach as he steadily quickened his thrusts inside of you. With needy whines you let him guide you through this experience. His eyes were locked on yours while he drove home inside you each time.

“Kook! Fuck,” you cried, head falling back against the pillow.

“Right here Y/N,” he called softly, his voice slightly breathless now that he’d been fucking you. “Fuck... you’re soaking my cock baby. Look so pretty letting me fuck you like this.”

He adjusted your legs so you were laying to one side, your legs pressed together as he held your hips to thrust into you faster.

“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he grit his teeth.

The new position had you speechless.

He felt so thick inside you, pounding against your walls as more and more slick leaked from you. You could feel it on your legs. And the deep throbbing ache inside you was looming over your head as he continued to fuck you senseless.

“Me too!” you whined, reaching for his wrists as he kept his brutal pace on you.

“Gonna cum for me again? Please cum for me baby, need to see you,” he begged, panting harshly at the sheer need swirling in his stomach. “Gonna let me cum inside? Let me fill up your sweet cunt baby?”

You nodded, a bobble head effect to your features as you watched him with watery eyes. The pleasure was rushing up your neck and seemingly scrambling what was left of the brains he hadn’t fucked out of you yet.

“Inside, Jungkook! Need it!” you sobbed, pleasure suffusing every ounce of you as you felt yourself crash over the edge into another-intense-orgasm.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind you, the hot rush of euphoria flooding his spine as he came hard inside of you. He rutted a few more times while growling deep in his throat. You felt so good on his cock and he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you this way.

Especially after everything you’d been through together.

But that’s what made it even better in his mind.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

You both let your breaths even out until he was pulling from your core slowly, watching with lustful eyes as his cum slowly dribbled from your puffy pussy.

Jungkook kissed you then, surprisingly soft and tender as he felt his heart beat even out into the gentle flutter it usually was with you around. He smiled against your lips as you kissed him back.

“I love you so much, Y/N, more than anything...” he whispered.

“I love you too, Jungkook,” you said.

“You’re my best friend, and the best girlfriend, you make me so happy...” he trailed off.

Usually Jungkook was affectionate, but sometimes he got this emotional spurt where he just gushed about how lucky he was. And how much he loved you.

It was sweet and endearing, and you were similarly affected.

“You’re my best friend too. And the best boyfriend,” you said, a cheeky smile working its way onto your face.

Jungkook’s features lit up at your statement. He leaned down once more, pulling you close as the pair of you kissed again.

The night was dragging on, but inside your little apartment you knew that Jungkook would always choose you.

And you would choose him.

Always.

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Tainted Love - JJK (M)

Hello hello everybody!

Here is Demon!Jk as promised~

Thank you to everyone who expressed excitement from the teaser! And a special thank you to my bb Ella (@oddinary4bts) for betaing this fic for me and listening to me scream about Demon Jk on discord for the past month. Love you babes!

Alright, fasten your seatbelts, I went a lil AWOL with this but I hope you all enjoy regardless! Please let me know what you think~

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Demon!Jk, Witch!Reader, unrequited love, romance, smut, angst, lil fluffy bits in there too.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, main character death (not permenant), Demon!Jk can be toxic, reader is in love and knows she shouldn't be, darker themes - Jungkook is an old demon and isn't a very happy one, they use each other a bit but they work that out. SMUT WARNINGS: Multiple smut scenes (you heard me), unprotected sex (don't be silly), oral (f and m receiving), creampies, rough sex, emotional sex, standing/wall fucking, Jungkook is pussy whipped confirmed, dirty talk (jungkook and reader freak nasty), switch!Jk and switch!reader, hair pulling, vaginal sex.

Words: 16.4k

Summary: Jungkook sometimes forgets the time. Except the time he's spent with you, he's certain those times he'll remember until the day he turns to dust. As a demon with a time limit on his life, will he let you in? The witch who has shown him tenderness instead of a blade at his throat. Does he trust you with his life? Or will you be too late?

Jungkook sometimes forgets the time.

And not in the sense of he can’t remember the time of day, or the day of the week itself. No, it’s gotten much worse over his millenia of life. He legitimately doesn’t remember if it’s the 1700s or 2020s some days. Time is a much more relative construct than most people believe. Life isn’t always linear. Things can happen backwards, things can happen too fast or not at all when someone has believed it to be otherwise.

Jungkook had forgotten the time again today. The smoke of his cigarette rose up above his head and swirled and flowed along with the fan spinning slowly above his head.

He laid on his bed in this dingy apartment that he pays for with money he conjures. Being a demon has its perks. But, to remain under the guise of a regular human, he works at a local mechanics shop.

He lives life as a typical low level human being. He has a backstory and everything. His parents passed away when he was little and his great aunt cared for him until he was old enough to move out on his own. While away she passed and he’s been alone ever since. This small village had accepted him, unfortunately for them.

Now, Jungkook was a demon, but that didn’t mean he was wasteful. Nor was he ruthless and bloodthirsty. No, he was nothing of the sort. He was far too old for childish nonsense like that. His temper had almost fizzled out with the will to change his fate for the better. At this point? He’d rather disappear and be done with it all. Constantly looking for new souls to take, it had been exhausting in the beginning, and now? Now he didn’t care really one way or the other.

He had one year before it all went away.

One year before he dies.

The reason? Jungkook had betrayed his brethren. His fellow demons sentenced him to a life on Earth until he could fulfill a quota of ten thousand souls. Specifically, ten thousand souls of those who are the victims of the painful fate of unrequited love. As that was his crime.

He loved a human woman, and so? He was forced to kill the poor saps that had fallen into his own trap.

A painful irony, but Jungkook had quit feeling pain a long while ago. Five thousand years to complete his task, to take ten thousand souls that were suffering the same pain as himself all those years ago. And finally, after far too many years, his task would be ending. And him along with it all.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care much about himself. He was far too tired.

There was, however, one Earthly pleasure that he’d found himself enjoying.

You.

A witch in your own right, a member of the coven in the area. You’d moved in a few years back and noticed Jungkook immediately. He was handsome, he was dark and mysterious. How were you supposed to resist?

Jungkook initially hadn’t taken that much of a liking to you. But you were persistent and perhaps even a little desperate for a friend that knew at least some of your true identity. Jungkook had finally relented on his reluctance and had let you in. Not much, there were things you were certain he would never tell you. Perhaps some things you wouldn’t want to know in the first place. But, it didn’t take long for you two to start fucking after that.

He was weak for very few things. However, cheap spicy ramen from the convenience store down the street, cigarettes and sex had proven to be nicely distracting.

You were pretty and nice enough, although Jungkook didn’t particularly care for you at first, once you two fucked a few times he could see himself forgiving your little nuisances. They didn’t really matter on the large scale anyways.

Nothing did, actually.

A knock at the door brought him from his stupor. He didn’t have to work today, he’d be pissed if Hoseok came to ask him to cover again. He’d already done it five times in the past month. He put out his cigarette and moved towards the entrance. With a scowl on his face he answered the door to see your frame standing in the doorway.

Jungkook raised a brow at you before looking down to see you dressed in your work uniform. You also had a regular job, but you worked as a bartender at the local joint in town. You took notice of his scowl and gave him a playful pout.

“Aw baby, you look so much cuter when you smile,” you said with a pat to his cheek. Jungkook rolled his eyes but let you in as he saw you carrying his favorite booze in your hand. You set the bottle on the table and went to take your shoes off when Jungkook saw a flash of your panties up your skirt.

It was Saturday. You and Jungkook usually fucked during the week as it worked best with both of your schedules. It was rare to see you on the weekends, as this was when the most tips came from the bar's patrons.

“It’s Saturday,” he said, eyes trailing back to your face.

You’d noticed his staring, but you didn’t care-this is usually what happened when he hadn’t seen you in a while.

“Does that mean we can’t fuck on a Saturday?” you asked, head tilting to the side.

Jungkook lit another cigarette. “Why aren’t you working?” he asked, taking a deep drag off the tobacco stick. You smiled at him and Jungkook sighed deeply.

You only smiled like that when you were up to no good.

“I’m trying to set Sana and Alex up,” you said with that same damned smile.

“Why the fuck do you want to do that?” he asked, tapping some of the ash off his vice into a glass.

“Because they love each other, they just need a push to figure it out for themselves. So I asked to take an earlier shift today because we had a date,” you said, walking closer. Jungkook watched the sway in your hips and felt the stirring in his lower stomach. He wouldn’t mind fucking you tonight. It was better than forgetting what time it was. Again. “Plus a few of my sisters from the coven are coming over tonight.”

Jungkook sighed, decidedly ignoring the mention of your coven. “A date, huh?”

You pouted and he smirked at your disappointment. “What? Can’t I say that’s what it is? Got something against dating me?”

He inhaled deeply. “Not particularly, but demons and witches don’t mesh well.”

A sharp jab to your heart, but Jungkook was great at those. Without realizing it, he broke your heart day after day. It was ridiculous honestly, you shouldn’t have fallen for him in the first place. Really, you shouldn’t have. You knew it was wrong. Jungkook wasn’t incorrect when he said witches and demons don’t get along well. Some witches had a strong moral code and demons could go against all of them without even a second glance.

Jungkook technically could get you kicked out of your coven.

But he was too enthralled with the fact you put out on the regular and you were too enthralled with him in general.

Overall, it wasn’t the best situation, but Jungkook had done you some favors in the past. Acquiring materials for your coven’s spells, summoning a few extra hundred dollars when you’re short on rent, and giving you an equally satisfying sex life.

Hopefully, tonight was going to prove no different.

“You seem to mesh just fine with me,” you said, voice teasing and obviously hinting.

His eyes flashed a deep crimson at the thought of being able to fuck you. He’d been wound up and needing something besides cigarettes recently. Your body would be a welcomed distraction.

“I do, don’t I?” he said, voice turning smoother.

Jungkook was an attentive lover, always making sure you came multiple times. As a demon he had good refraction period and was able to fuck you after cumming-sometimes multiple times a day. Especially if you hadn’t been able to come over often enough.

You hadn’t seen him in probably two weeks, you had to travel for a coven meeting. But it seems those two weeks left him needing you.

He crowded your space, hands winding around your body and squeezing your ass. He rested his head against your collarbone, hiding his face in your neck. Jungkook did this sometimes, almost as if he could shrink his world and thoughts down to just this moment. This space. This breath happening between the two of you.

You were about to ask if he was alright when he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. You responded, letting him back you up towards the wall. Your thighs clenched at the attention. Jungkook had to be the best sexual partner you’d ever had in your almost one hundred years of life. Being a witch had its perks as well.

He was desperate against your mouth, panting and eagerly licking in between your lips, parting them so he could tangle his tongue with yours. His hands wound up your lower back.

“Jungkook, baby,” you whined softly, as he swallowed your lips once more. “I gotta be quick today,” you frowned.

“That’s fine, I won’t last long anyways,” he said, already painfully hard in his jeans.

He turned you around, having your palms flat against the wall. “Think you can stand while I fuck you?” He asked, licking his lips at the sight of your ass presented nicely to him in your short skirt.

“Yes-I can,” you bit your lip, mind reeling with the fact you were about to have him again. You and Jungkook fucked fairly often, probably three times a month, sometimes more if he could swing it. And this had been your arrangement for almost a year now.

People at work knew Jungkook, he was a regular at the bar and people often referred to him as your boyfriend. In their minds you two were just young adults figuring out life and it would all work in the end. You two cared for each other-right?

“Hey,” Jungkook said, voice softer. “You there?”

Ah, you slipped into your thoughts again.

“I’m here, it’s fine-please,” you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him, the burning in between your thighs causing you pain. Jungkook nodded before flipping your skirt up and tugging your panties down your legs. You were soaked, wetness pulling away with your panties that had Jungkook hissing between his teeth.

“Fuck, do I have time to eat you out? Just a bit? Fuck please,” he begged, kneeling behind you and kissing your ass hungrily. “Let me, I need it baby, please?”

You really did have to be quick, members of your coven were coming over tonight and you’d have to scrub yourself stupid in the shower to not smell like demon. But fuck-when he begged like that?

“Whatever you want,” you said, voice breathless at his eagerness.

He was so good at getting what he wanted. It always worked with you, and it always would unfortunately.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, placing his mouth on you in needy kisses. Jungkook’s tongue threaded between your lips and found your clit almost immediately. You cried out and gripped the wall as he ate your pussy like a starved man.

He liked it.

He liked eating your pussy so much. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the flavor, the amount of slick you produced for him, the way you rutted your hips back against him whenever he did it. You made the sweetest noises when he had his mouth on your cunt and now was proving no different. Jungkook almost felt high at the feeling of your wetness collecting on his face.

Maybe it was that part he was addicted to. Or maybe it was worse than that. In times like this, he really could forget. He could forget he was a demon, not many people willingly share this much of themselves with a demon and know the consequences. But as a witch, you knew what would happen if your coven found out. You knew and yet? You still let him in. You let him touch you and fuck you. All of it.

“Kook~” you cried out, head pressing against the wall. “Please, gonna cum,” you whimpered out.

Damn, he was hoping to get a little more than that. The next time you came over he was going to want to eat your pussy for hours.

“Then cum for me, baby, get yourself nice and wet for my cock,” he said.

You didn’t need much today, you were just as needy as he was. Probably more so. A few more heady sucks of his lips and you were cumming.

“Jungkook-fuck,” you gasped. He smirked and stood up, licking his lips as he undid his jeans. You panted harshly against the wall, mind whirling in pleasure.

“That’s it, pretty thing,” he cooed, approaching with his now crimson eyes. You knew he must be needing this if he’s so worked up already.

“Please baby, give me your cock?” you asked, reaching behind you to grab the front of his undone jeans. Jungkook followed easily when you tugged, your hand dipping underneath the fabric to grasp his cock. He sighed in pleasure, pushing his pants down further and head tilting back just a touch. He pushed his boxers down as well, freeing his cock entirely before you smiled back at him and taking him in your hand once more.

“Fuck, yes,” he said, voice turning raspy and dark.

You winked and pumped him a few times before lining him up with your dripping core. He hadn’t stretched you but you wanted the burn today. “Fuck me then,” you said, inviting him inside you once more.

Jungkook held your hip as he started to lead his cock between your lips. “You wet enough?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

Such a smug bastard. But his cock was big enough he needed to ask-because he didn’t want to hurt you. His demonic nature was there, but honestly hurting someone that had continuously done him favors didn’t seem that important.

“Y-Yeah,” you whimpered, rubbing against him. “Please put it in, want your thick cock in me so bad Jungkook!”

He nodded, finally pushing in just a touch. You whined, head falling back as you felt the full sensation begin. Jungkook growled out at your tightness gripping his cock just right, giving him the rush of tingles down his spine. He gave gentle thrusts into your heat to ease you open, although you were really squeezing him today and his eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation of your sweet cunt letting him in inch by inch.

“Fuck I love your pussy,” he groaned, rolling his hips into yours fully.

“Love your cock,” you cried, walls clenching down on him harshly. Jungkook couldn’t stop his reaction of bucking into you roughly. You let out a sharp cry at his cock hitting deeper than usual.

“Sorry baby, m’sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your neck and shoulder. Moments like that were the ones you remembered with pain in your chest. The way he easily apologized for the slightest harm to you. All except the harm to your heart.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, don’t worry-just, oh! G-give me more!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, holding your hips he started thrusting inside of you with firm pushes. He huffed in his own pleasure, watching your puffy pussy swallowing his cock with each rut forward. “Look so good like this, take my cock so well,” he sighed, the sweet sensations of your warm, wet walls sucking him in had shivers rocketing down his spine and pooling heat in his stomach.

“Cock so good, made to take it baby, love having you inside me like this,” you mewled. Jungkook smirked at your pleasure cries reaching his ears.

“Made to take me huh?” he asked, giving harsher thrusts inside of you and watching as your face morphed into shocked pleasure.

“J-Jungkook!” you sobbed out.

He was panting against your skin, thrusting inside you with eager pushes of his hips against your ass. The sound of skin slapping echoed through his apartment.

Jungkook could barely think at this point in sex. He was driven by your high pitched cries and the boiling need in his stomach. “Cum baby, cum all over my cock. Gonna let me cum inside today baby?” He teased, huffing sex driven laughter across your throat while he bit down.

“Mmm~ah! Y-Yeah, it’s fine, I have the potion for it,” you cried, grabbing his hand that was gripping one of your hips. He wound the other around your front to start playing with your clit to get you there faster.

“Then I’m gonna fill you up baby, feel it dripping inside of you huh? Wanna cum baby, fuck I really want it, say I can have it,” he groaned.

He loved hearing you beg for his cum. It did something to him, made his high that much sweeter because you pleaded for it. You wanted him that badly. There was something hot about having your watery eyes beg with his to finally let you cum.

“You can, you always can baby,” you promised, holding his wrist while he pounded inside you brutally.

Jungkook smiled against your skin before husking permission to cum against your jaw. With a deep gasp you came, Jungkook following not too shortly after. Your pussy milking him with each pulse of your afterglow.

“Thank you-fuck, oh baby,” you shivered against him, leaning into the kisses he trailed along your shoulder.

“Fuck give me a second, I came so hard,” he said, slumping against you while he pressed you against the wall with him still inside of you. But soon enough you felt him soften and with a deep sigh he pulled from you.

You shivered as his cum trickled down your thigh.

“Ah shit, sorry baby,” he said, running to grab a few tissues. You panted softly against the wall, keeping yourself steady so as not to make a mess. He came back and helped you clean up a bit and offered you his shower.

“Can’t, got sisters coming over tonight, if I shower here they’ll smell demon on me from a mile away,” you stated. “But thanks,” you said with a smile.

He nodded, sitting at his tiny coffee table smoking a cigarette.

Jokingly, you teased him. “Those’ll kill you one day,” you said, pulling on your shoes.

Jungkook’s face didn’t smile like you were hoping. Although it rarely did, you felt the difference. He was… upset?

“No, I’ll be dead by next year regardless,” he whispered.

The room went eerily quiet. Your heart was hammering in your chest. What did he mean he would be dead by next year?

“What the fuck does that mean?” You said, walking towards him in concern. “The fuck do you mean you’ll be dead by next year?”

Jungkook wasn’t phased by your anger. You hardly knew his story and he preferred to keep it that way. Because he knew this would be your reaction. And he hated fighting with you. It never made any difference.

“Didn’t you find a demon, on its own-no contracts or groups or general mayhem happening-a little odd?” He asked, putting out his cigarette.

You swallowed thickly. It was odd. But you weren’t going to argue with a good thing and, perhaps you’d hoped that there was maybe just a happy coincidence, for once.

Of course you were wrong.

Naïveté hadn’t served you well in the past and it seemed to stomp your heart once again in this long life of yours…

“I never found you odd, Jungkook,” you said.

“You should’ve.”

Your heart was racing making your next words slightly frantic. “What’s wrong with you, huh? What’s going on? Are you finally gonna tell me?”

He sighed deeply. He hated the sound of your voice right now. You sounded like you were going to cry, and he didn’t want to make you upset. Watching you cry was painful.

“I have a quota of souls to collect. If I don’t collect all of them by the time set-I disappear,” he said. “The souls of those who know unrequited love.”

Your throat felt dry at his statement. What could you say to that? Was there anything to be said? It’s not like you two were dating, it’s also not like you ever could with you being in the coven.

“How many souls do you have left?” You asked, voice sad.

“Ten,” he breathed.

Ten. Ten souls before next year didn’t seem crazily difficult. But the specificity did complicate things.

You nodded. “Okay, I’ll help you,” you said.

Jungkook’s head snapped to you, and he stood quickly. “Don’t fucking say that,” he said, voice shaking with anger.

“But why not? Why can’t I help you? I have the ability to find souls like that, we can travel and you can collect.” You explained.

“We?” He asked, raising a brow. “You really think I trust you enough to let you do that? How do I know you wouldn’t take me right to that coven of yours?”

You felt your heart break. “Is that what you think I would do?” You said, voice sad and in disbelief. Jungkook knew it was a low blow, but he had to get you to leave if this is where this conversation was going.

He didn’t like hurting you, or your feelings. It usually wasn’t necessary but sometimes you dug too deep, and he had to back you off somehow.

“The fuck is your problem you asshole,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. “All I did was ask to help you, is it so wrong that I actually want you around? That I actually like hanging out with your crabby ass… call me when you’re not being a massive dickhead” you said, grabbing your bag but intentionally leaving the booze. All it would do was make you think of him anyway. Jungkook was about to call out your name but you slammed the door right in the middle of his sentence.

“Fuck…”

He knew that wasn’t fair, he knew that he shouldn’t have snapped at you like that but… sometimes you did get too close. Jungkook knew what his end would be, and there wasn’t anything you or he could do about it.

At least, nothing he wanted to do about it…

—

You hadn’t spoken to Jungkook in a week or two now. He hadn’t reached out and you weren’t particularly interested in fighting with him again, not right now. He really did hurt your feelings… He could trust you, you wondered briefly what it would take for him to listen. To hear that you wanted him to collect those souls.

You were just as damned as he was, you knew that. Even more so if your coven discovered what you were up to in your bedroom. And heart…

Just as you were about to suck it up and call him, your phone rang. It was a number you didn’t immediately recognize, but the area code was local.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey, Y/N?” Hoseok’s voice echoed through the phone. Hoseok was a fellow mechanic at the shop Jungkook worked at.

But what would he be calling for?

“Yeah? What’s up Hoseok?” You asked.

“Um… Jungkook, he collapsed at work, he might need to go to the doctor but we’re slammed. You’re his emergency contact so I’m calling you to let you know what’s going on?” His voice sounded worried and confused. Jungkook never got sick, he was a demon, but they didn’t know that. They just knew he was a healthy young guy.

But this was odd.

“I’ll be right there,” you said, hanging up and grabbing your keys.

The drive through town was relatively quiet, but when you got to the shop you could see that there were several people waiting for their usual tune ups and repair work.

You walked in and Ashley, the receptionist, smiled at you. “Hey Y/N, thanks for coming. Jungkook’s in the office with Namjoon,” she said softly.

With a nod you headed back towards the office. You heard Namjoon speaking to Jungkook, but it seemed like he was either not responsive or just choosing to ignore him. The latter seemed more probable. Namjoon was the head mechanic at the shop and ran it for his friend Chen who owned a couple different car places throughout the area.

You opened the door and Jungkook’s head turned towards you. “Baby,” he called. You tried to keep the smirk off your face but you crossed your arms and leaned back against the door.

“Oh, so now I’m your baby?” You said, running your tongue along your teeth with an unimpressed look on your face. Jungkook sighed heavily, knowing that you were going to be pissed with him, he was lucky you came at all. Especially after how he treated you the last time you two saw each other.

Namjoon sighed, used to the bickering and sour looks shared between the two of you here and there. “I don’t know what caused it Y/N, but he seems pretty sick. He might need to go to the doctor.”

Jungkook was about to protest when you nodded. “I’ll take him,” you said. His eyes flashed red in annoyance but it was brief.

“Chen’s already given him the rest of today and tomorrow off,” Namjoon said. “So hopefully that’ll give him some time to recoup, but if he needs more just have him give us a call.”

You nodded, reaching for Jungkook’s hand. He took it, sitting up slowly. You read his energy and found yourself immediately concerned. He seemed to notice your worry and sighed deeply before standing and leaning against you. Without much more ceremony you ledhim to your car.

Neither of you said much as you got him in and started off towards his place. You would have to do an energy transfer for him tonight, luckily it would just take a few potions or a spell to replenish his energy, sex worked as well but ultimately the cause had you concerned.

His human body was starting to deteriorate.

When you arrived you grabbed him and helped get him inside his house.

He was panting softly and laid back on his bed in a huff.

“You need energy,” you whispered, leaning forward to give him some of yours to ease some of his pain. Jungkook turned his head to keep your lips from connecting in the way he needed. “You’re being a shit, either let me help you or delete my number.”

Jungkook frowned, swallowing hard before turning his head so your lips could connect. He breathed deeply in relief as your energy flowed through him softly. Your energy had always been soothing to him, but right now it seemed to help immensely.

He’d missed you.

When you moved to pull away he grabbed you by the back of your neck and connected your lips again. You kissed him with a gentleness that he wasn’t used to, your lips gliding over his softly and with a warmth that was addictive.

He loved your bites and eager kisses but this… This had things stirring in his stomach that frightened him.

Jungkook was afraid of very few things. But your genuine care for him scared him most of all. Because he knew he didn’t deserve it. Jungkook wasold and angry and yet, more exhausted than anything.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and settled in his lap. Kissing him a bit more to relax him. The energy would settle soon enough and he would at least be able to tell you what happened.

“Baby,” he called, voice raspy and tired.

“Yes, Kook, what’s wrong?” You cooed, running your hands through his hair to ease him into accepting your energy. The more he fought it the less it would work. “Relax baby, I can’t help if you don’t let me.”

He nodded, head dropping into your neck as he simply tried to feel you. It had been a long time since he’d needed a transfer from you but each time he always forgot how easy you made it.

“Good job, sweet boy,” you praised, kissing his cheek and temple.

Jungkook sighed heavily against your skin, placing tender kisses there as well. “Can I have more energy baby… please?”

You smirked. “Do you want the potions? I know they taste bad but they work, or we can do a direct transfer through sex-”

“Yes,” he said quickly.

You chuckled softly before nodding. “That’s fine then, lay back baby,” you said, undoing his belt and getting his pants unbuttoned.

“Fuck,” he sighed, head tipping back in bliss as you touched him. He felt encompassed by you and your soothing energy.

Your hand slipped in his pants and squeezed his cock gently to encourage him to harden. Your kisses on his jaw and neck stayed sweet but they were firmer, something told you he needed to be babied today. And even though it was rare, you adored it every time. You pushed his pants down further so they wouldn’t be in your way, sending him a look as you spat on his cock. You wrapped your hand around the shaft and pumped slowly, watching the pleasure write across his features.

“F-Fuck, yeah-ah,” he whimpered, eyes shut and brow furrowed in ecstasy.

“Getting so hard so fast, gonna feel so good in my pussy baby,” you cooed, taking his hand and leading it under your skirt.

Jungkook’s eyes practically sparkled at the fact you were so wet. “Soaked-you’re soaked angel,” he moaned, touching your core carefully.

You hiccuped a soft sigh of pleasure before leaning down and taking his cock in your mouth. Jungkook’s breathing stammered at your hot and wet throat swallowing his cock.

You’d always done it so well, and Jungkook could say he would die happily if you were sucking his dick. “F-Fuck, angel, please-mmm,” he groaned, his other hand gently caressing the back of your head. “Sweet tongue, feels so fucking good.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock before eagerly swallowing it again. Jungkook’s submissive whines had you clenching your thighs together as his fingers snuck inside your panties.

“O-Open your legs-please, wanna touch your pussy, need to feel you,” he whimpered.

Without much ceremony you did as he asked, opening your legs to let him touch you. Jungkook moaned at the feeling of your slick heat against his fingers, he plunged two inside of you causing your throat to tighten around his cock, giving him a rush of heady pleasure down his spine. He could feel you everywhere. Your energy coursing through him, your hot mouth on his dick and your juicy pussy dripping down his fingers. He was quickly getting overwhelmed in the best way. He wanted more of you, more and more until there was nothing left to give. He wanted to give you more too.

He desperately wished he could sometimes.

“Koo~” you moaned on his cock, rutting your hips gently to remind him you were currently soaking his hand and needed some stimulation or you were going to lose your mind.

“Yeah angel baby, soaking pussy feels so good...”

You whimpered on his cock, using the vibrations to pleasure him that much more. But his fingers were working so much slick from your core you knew you needed to have him inside or you were going to go insane. He cried out when you pulled away, eyes wide with need. You kissed him then, giving him a touch more energy to help ease his frantic breathing. He shivered when you climbed on top of him, your warmth and wetness seemingly everywhere.

“Ready baby? Want me to put you in?” you asked, tugging your panties off and slipping your skirt down and off of your legs.

Jungkook nodded quickly. “Please, please baby let me feel you,” he said, reaching for you as you crawled back into his bed. You smiled and rubbed yourself against his cock teasingly for a moment before Jungkook looked about ready to cry.

“Alright sweetie, I’ll stop teasing now, take what you need,” you said, easing yourself down on him. Jungkook’s hands settled at your hips, huffing out desperate breaths of pleasure as your tight heat swallowed his sensitive cock.

“Yes! Yes fuck, feels so fucking good angel, oh baby,” he cried, sounding wrecked already.

You had a feeling you would be doing most of the work today, so you started gingerly bouncing on his cock. Jungkook’s eyes were sparkling, turning a soft purple color as your magic intertwined with him. You had been training for years to have this level of mana and Jungkook knew he’d only scratched the surface of your abilities on days like this.

Sometimes he wondered how strong you really were. You handled him like you weren’t afraid of him or his powers. Albeit his strength was significantly less than it was back in hell.

Even then though, he was curious.

“Fuck~ Jungkook!” you whined, grinding your clit on his lower stomach. “Please, please baby, wanna make you cum,” you pleaded. “Cum inside me baby, please? Give me your cum and I’ll take it like such a good girl. Your good girl Kook,” you said, reaching down to play with yourself.

Jungkook groaned in pleasure. “So close baby, so close-ah fuck!” he gritted out through his teeth.

“Gonna fill me up? Please give it to me, Jungkook. Wanna have your cum so deep inside.”

He couldn’t hold it back anymore, Jungkook sat up and pulled you close as he rutted deeply in your pussy for a few quick thrusts before he shivered in release. You felt your core pulsing at his whimpers and whines from the pleasure your body gave him. His head was flush against your chest as he panted.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him. Your energy was mellowing nicely with his giving him more color in his face that eased your own heart. “Kook,” you said softly. “D’you feel okay?” you asked, hips and thighs burning from the effort to fuck him, but the pleased look on his face made everything worth it in your mind.

“You didn’t cum,” he said, reaching down to touch your sensitive clit. He was still decently hard inside of you, but you knew he didn’t have long. “Wanna make you cum angel,” he said, rolling his hips up into your gingerly.

“Mmm, baby,” you called in a pitched tone. “Won’t take much, I’m so close,” you hiccuped, resting your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook grunted, his cock was sensitive but your sweet moans kept him up long enough to feel that tight squeeze from your pussy and the rush of slick that soaked his cock in response. “Fuck, yes, yes give it to me,” he begged.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly. You scanned his energy quickly and felt relieved to know it was almost back to normal. “Thank you baby,” you said, patting his cheek with a dizzying smile.

“It’s not as good if you don’t cum, love feeling you squeeze me,” he sighed in bliss, your warmth still holding his cock nicely.

Sometimes he liked this. He liked just feeling your body against his, his cock inside you for a few moments after you both came. You got wetter and slicker and your walls felt so nice on his cock he thought it would make him cum again some days.

You smoothed your hands down his back, holding him close as your energy finally settled and his eyes changed back to their regular brown color.

With wobbly knees you got up and headed towards his bathroom.

Jungkook laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He wanted a cigarette but he’d run out the night before.

You came back and stood before him. Jungkook could see up your skirt and he was trying not to focus on that as you stood there with a waiting expression.

He inhaled deeply. “I know you read my energy. You know what’s happening to me,” he said.

“I want to hear you say it to me,” you stated.

Jungkook nodded, agreeing with your demands of honesty. Finally.

“Not all demons are without humanity. Some have more than others, yet I always seemed to stray towards more rather than less… there was a woman, I slowly found things I liked about her. Then things I enjoyed… then things I found myself smiling about on my own. I was endeared to this woman… I loved her in a sense,” he said, staring at the ceiling.

“And yet, it wasn’t enough,” he breathed. “My fellow knights laughed at me, then berated me for genuinely showing care towards a human. As one of the high knights of hell I was expected to have higher standards than disgusting humans. So they bound me in a human body, locking most of my powers away, so I would no longer be able to communicate with the human I once cared for. And then I was given the quota I told you about… and five thousand years to make it happen. If I didn’t collect a thousand souls then I cease to exist, it’s starting. My timer is running out.”

You swallowed thickly. “How do I help you stop it? How do I help you?”

Jungkook gave you a tired smile. “Baby, I don’t want to ask that of you. I’m so old now, this life doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

You felt a few tears well up in your eyes despite yourself. “It fucking matters to me…” you whimpered. “You matter to me.”

Jungkook was stunned. “Y/N,” he said, reaching for you.

You sat on the bed next to him. “I don’t want you to disappear. What will happen if you collect all one thousand souls?”

“I will be reinstated in Hell,” he murmured. “I won’t disappear and I will be back to full strength once more.”

You swallowed hard, nodding your head. Either way you’d lose him, but at least one way he’d still be alive… “Then let me help you, I don’t want to see you die like this.”

Jungkook sighed deeply. He’d never had many friends. He had people he kept around for convenience, but overall he’d kept to himself throughout the years. You were the only one in recent history that he’d told anything to. Perhaps he could truly do this. He could be reborn in hell once more.

And when he got back to hell… he could rip those knights apart for what they put him through…

He nodded. “I’ll need your help,” he said.

“You have it,” the words fell easily from your lips. “I won’t let you die like this.”

“Then I won’t.”

—

Jungkook hadn’t expected you to take this so seriously. And yet, here you were in his apartment. You had your glasses on and were gazing at your spellbook as a potion boiled on the stove. Jungkook alway thought you used a cauldron.

‘You think my tiny ass apartment could fit a cauldron?!’ You’d cried in annoyance at his teasing.

So here it bubbled and boiled and no doubt would cause trouble for Jungkook when he would ultimately have to clean it later.

“Baby,” he called, moving closer to you with your cup of coffee.

You’d stayed the night last night-Jungkook may have fucked you stupid enough he was worried about you driving. There weren’t any sisters of the coven stopping by soon so you could spend the night wrapped in his sheets. And you did exactly that.

You had ten months and twelve days to complete the task Jungkook had been given.

Ten more souls in ten months.

You’d already gotten a list together of possible cities you could look into. Once you had your potion perfected, Jungkook could go out and find his prey with minimal difficulty.

You took the cup from him, setting your spellbook aside as he sat across from you on the couch. You sighed and removed your glasses, rubbing your sleepy features before taking a sip of the hot coffee.

Jungkook watched you and gave your knee a squeeze. “Don’t use up too much energy baby. I’ve got ten months,” he said.

“Ten months isn’t a long time for a witch, nor is it for a demon, we need to work quickly before your condition progresses,” you said, drinking more of your coffee.

Jungkook crawled forward, taking your coffee from you which caused a pout to befall your features. He set your coffee down and crawled on top of you, laying his head right under your chest. He’d crawled between your thighs and was lying entirely over you.

“Need more energy?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“No, I’m fine,” he said, resting against you.

You chuckled before resting back, hand still playing with the hair on his head. Recently, Jungkook had been craving these more than his cigarettes. Simple touches, soft kisses and conversations. Jungkook had never felt so at ease before. Even in his life as a knight of hell.

Jungkook rested heavily against your stomach, laying in between your legs. You knew this could be a side effect of your energy transfer-but it had been a while since he’d needed one. Usually the clinging from your energy would dissipate in a day or two.

It had been at least a week at this point. So what made Jungkook so snuggly? You didn’t want to complain about a sweet thing however.

Jungkook leaned into you more, curling around you as you kept rubbing his scalp. He seemed happy to just stay like this for a while. And you wondered what was causing such a change in him. Was this what he was like with those he trusted?

Sweet and softer?

Or was this purely for you-

No.

You couldn’t think that way, not about Jungkook. Either way this ended with him leaving you… you had to keep focused, you were doing this for your friend.

Your truest friend.

Jungkook snoozed on your belly, content to laze about while you did the hard work. But your heart broke a little more that day.

As you slowly started to fall for a man without a soul.

You’d been stressed today.

Jungkook could tell that you were just by the cute frown on your face, it seemed to have a permanent place on your pretty features today. It always appeared when you were frustrated or angry. He’d seen it directed at him several times, but right now it was at the potion you were working on.

There was a new ingredient you were sampling in it or something to that effect, Jungkook didn’t really understand much of what you were doing to be honest. But it was clear you were stumped for now. It was almost two o’clock in the morning.

“Y/N...” he trailed off, approaching as you sighed deeply.

Jungkook rarely said your name, so to hear it come out you knew whatever he said next he either was serious.

“Time to take a break,” he whispered, standing behind you in his kitchen. There were bags of ingredients all over the kitchen and it would no doubt be left there until later when you two woke up. You’d been staying at his place more and more lately and he couldn’t find it in himself to complain. He had access to your sweet lips and body daily, but it seemed rare that he wanted sex recently. Not that he wasn’t attracted or he was disinterested, it was merely there were other things about you that he was finding more and more interesting. Sex would always be one of his favorite activities with you, but right now he felt that he was learning new things about you everyday. It had him excited in ways he hadn’t been in centuries.

It also had him concerned.

Jungkook was a demon, he shouldn’t be having feelings like this. It almost shouldn’t be possible. It was not in his design to care much about people or have interest in them other than striking deals and killing them to collect their souls.

But Jungkook pushed all of those worries and thoughts to the back of his head.

Because your frown had appeared again, and that sweet pout he wanted to kiss.

“I’ve almost got it,” you said, voice soft and sleepy.

“I’m sure you do baby, but you’re tired and you won’t work well when you’re falling asleep,” he said, kissing your shoulder. “Come to bed...”

You leaned back heavily against him, looking up at his face while you sighed. With a tired smile you patted his cheek.

“I don’t want to give up for the night yet, you go to bed, I’ll join you in a bit...”

Jungkook wasn’t going to take that for his answer. So he turned the burner on his stove off and lifted you into his arms deftly. You didn’t have it in you to fight him, you expected this result anyways.

He laid you in bed and crawled in next to you. He pulled you into his embrace and sighed heavily as you snuggled in. He wrapped you up in his arms and you looked at his expression and gave him a smile. A real one. In reward he returned it, kissing your lips before laying back on the pillow.

“Sleep baby, we can try again in the morning.”

His words soothed something inside of you, the desperate thirst to have this potion done so you didn’t waste any more precious time.

You could waste a little time though, right?

Here in his arms you thought you could waste a lot more time than you had...

—

A weekend trip to the city was easy to conceal from your coworkers and sisters. You claimed you wanted a weekend away from coven activities-which was a bold-faced lie as you would be using magic in public which was almost exclusively forbidden. And doing it to help a demon.

Needless to say you hoped no one in your coven ever found out about this.

Jungkook grabbed his bag and tossed it into the back of his car as he got your stuff in too. “Got my keys baby?”

You tossed them across his car and he caught them, moving into the drivers side and opening your door for you. You climbed in and buckled up and shortly thereafter you were on the road.

You and Jungkook turned on a playlist and drove out of the town's limits and made it to the highway. Jungkook changed the playlist and you two settled in for a while.

After a bit, Jungkook reached over and grabbed your thigh, driving with one hand on the wheel. You looked down at his hand before gazing back at him.

“What?” You asked softly.

Ten months and three days. That’s how long you had left.

“Just wanted to.”

Your mouth curved into a shy smile before you placed your hand on his, afterwards your fingers intertwined in your lap.

Soon, you rolled into the city. Jungkook had gotten a decent hotel room for a few days for you two to have a home base. You’d find sections of the city where the next soul was and Jungkook could go out at night and collect.

His powers made it discrete however. Usually the attack was made to look like a natural cause. Rarely did it arouse suspicion. All by design.

When you two made it to your hotel room, Jungkook was quick to attach himself to you. He’d been less interested in solely gaining sex from you recently. However it had been a while since your last romp.

His lips found your neck as you tried to get your stuff out of your bag.

“Kook, what do you want?” You huffed as his hard length brushed against your ass. An aroused shiver rushed through you, sex being a little less frequent between the two of you had you more sensitive to his touch than usual.

“Wanna fuck baby, please?” He asked, rutting against your core softly.

You rolled back against him, unable to help yourself in this instant. His body felt so good and you were more than willing to have him between your legs.

“Yes, fuck me, Kook,” you breathed.

Jungkook didn’t waste much time, he hooked his fingers in your pants and pulled them down quickly. Your panties were damp and Jungkook purred at the sight. “You’re so wet baby,” he smiled, his hand dipping in your panties while he kissed your jaw.

You couldn’t help the soft juts of your hips into the cup of his pelvis, causing your ass to grind against his cock. “Fuck… Jungkook,” you whined, head rolling back on his chest. A soft chuckle escaped him at your needy tone.

“Yeah, m’gonna fuck you so hard baby,” he said. His fingers found your wet folds, sinking two inside your entrance shallowly, causing you to clench desperately.

You held his wrist, whimpering in need. “Please, please,” you panted. “Need something inside. Need you inside me, Kook.”

Jungkook kissed your jaw, a smile on his face. “Want my cock baby? Want it in that sweet little pussy?”

“Yeah~” you pleaded.

With a deep sigh Jungkook took his hand from inside your panties, tasting your slick and moaning.

“I need to eat your pussy first,” he said, turning you around and laying you on the bed. You laid back on the bed, peeling your legs open so that he could lay between them. Jungkook grabbed your panties and tossed them away. He breathed out in an eager pant. His eyes were locked on your core and then he looked at you.

“Wanna eat it baby?” you asked, smiling at his hungry eyes.

“Yeah,” he whined. “Let me have it, please baby let me eat your pretty pussy. Make you cum so nice,” he said, licking his lips.

Jungkook looked at your core, furrowed brows as he seemed as if he was almost in pain. “Please…”

You nodded. “Okay baby,” you said with a grin. “Take it then.”

He captured your lower lips in a hot kiss, moaning deeply as he licked between your folds to gather more of your sweetness that had him addicted. “Fuck… yes,” he groaned, moving to hold your thighs apart so he had better access to your dripping core.

“Kook!” You whined, head falling back on your shoulders as your fingers wound into his hair. “Fuck, fuck your mouth!” You cried.

Jungkook was eager to eat, it seemed that no matter how much time he spent between your legs it wouldn’t be enough. He’d always wish for one more minute, your sweet cunt on his mouth and your wetness gathering on his tongue had his cock pulsing in need. But he didn’t care about that, getting you soaking wet for his cock was all that was on his mind.

He took your clit between his pretty lips and started sucking harshly. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud before going back to suck again. You mewled in pleasure, thighs trembling at his heady touches. His middle and pointer fingers rubbed over your core before catching at your entrance. With a soft smirk he pushed his two fingers inside your hot walls.

“Jungkook!” you cried, grabbing his hair harshly. He just moaned in acknowledgment, happily slurping the wetness you leaked as he thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy slowly. His eyes shimmered at the sight of your slick coating his digits as it always did.

“I love your pussy so much, fuck,” he growled, lips and chin covered in you.

“So close, Jungkook,” you begged, the throbbing in your walls a clear sign of your oncoming orgasm.

He smirked again, before pulling away. You were about to cry for him to keep going when you heard him unbuckling his pants. With eager hands you moved forward to grab at him, pulling him closer as he chuckled at your neediness.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you scowled.

“Sorry baby,” he cooed, kissing your jaw. “Gonna make you squirt on my cock to make up for it huh?”

You felt the rush of his words tingle down your spine. He rarely didn’t mean what he said. And you were his good girl. If he wanted you to squirt on his cock then so be it.

You two quickly got worked up as Jungkook kissed you breathless and you tugged his pants down his thick thighs. He pulled his shirt off of his body and your eyes always widened. His tattoos were on full display and his toned body moving on top of you had stars forming in your eyes.

“You’re such a slut for a hot body,” he smirked, eyes dark and swirling with red undertones.

“I’m a slut for your hot body, yes,” you corrected. His eyes widened at your statement, but you were pumping his dick in your hand and he quickly felt his need for you taking over.

“Then let me put it in,” he sighed, naked now.

You were pulling your bra off when Jungkook leaned close. You looked at him in bewilderment for a moment before you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

There was this... sensation in Jungkook’s chest. Your bright eyes, teasing smile and sweet kiss encasing him and making him feel...

Lighter.

You laid back once you were naked as well and Jungkook moved eagerly to get in position. You giggled as he dragged you closer, adjusting you so his cock was now level with your pussy.

“Gonna put it in now baby,” he said, pushing just the tip of his cock inside before pulling out. You cried in impatience and Jungkook nodded, listening to both of your desires and pushing in further. Your fingers gripped the sheets of the bed and Jungkook rubbed your clit with his thumb to ease any tension from you so you could take him easily. He pulsed inside your cunt, a shiver of bliss running down his spine. It felt like electricity flowing through him. Your pussy was warm and snug around his cock and he could feel your wetness leaking down onto his balls already and he smiled.

“Jungkook! Please, please move,” you whined, eyes watery and pretty.

“Yes angel baby,” he agreed, thrusting inside of you with a steady pace.

The two of you moaned in appreciation of the other. Jungkook’s thick cock filled you in every way you wanted and needed, hitting all the right fucking spots. You’d never had another partner make you feel this way in the over one hundred years of your life. You clenched tightly and Jungkook swore he almost lost his fucking mind. He grabbed your thigh as he ground his pelvis against yours after every other thrust, holding himself up with the other hand. He was rewarded with your decadent cries.

“Fuck! Jungkook, fuck me baby, please, more-I need more,” you begged, grabbing his upper back and shoulders desperately.

Your wish was his command. He moved your thighs so your knees touched your ribs and started fucking you harder. The sound of your wet pussy swallowing him filled the room and he could hardly think. The only thing driving him was your cries and the pulsing in his lower stomach.

“Fucking wet pussy, yes-yes!” He sighed, his head tipping back for a moment as the pleasure of the moment overcame him.

“So big-so full!” you whimpered.

Jungkook smiled at your mewling cries, they coursed through his veins and made his chest tighten. Bringing you to this point was always so exhilarating. He loved pushing you to your limits and watching you shudder and gasp as he forced you to take it over and over again while the sparkle in your eye never faded. You wanted to take it, take him. You loved challenging him and bringing him to his knees just as often as he did to you.

“Yeah, take my big cock, snug little pussy takes my cock so well,” he growled, leaning down to kiss you with dark passion. He sucked on your lower lip before capturing your tongue in between his lips instead.

“Ahhh~” you whined, his hips pushing harder and harder against yours. He finally released your tongue and pulled you into another deep kiss before giving two more firm thrusts before looking at you, his eyes swirling with their beautiful red hue.

“Wanna fuck you from behind baby,” he purred, pulling from you and encouraging you to roll onto your belly. He spanked your ass, gripping the flesh between his fingers and watching you writhe in need for him.

“Please Kook,” you begged. “Put it back in...” you said, wiggling your hips to entice him. Jungkook spanked you again, causing you to gasp in pleasure.

“Wait for my cock you needy girl,” he said. “I’ll make it worth it,” he promised, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. You leaned your head to the side and reached up to cradle his neck. Jungkook trailed his hand down to your soaked pussy, throbbing with the need to cum. He slipped his fingers inside of you, reaching his other hand around your throat to tilt your head up. You watched him tower over you while his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

Jungkook bit his lip while watching your eyes glaze over with the desire to cum. He loved bringing you to this point. Needy, eager and pleading for the pleasure he can deliver to you. “Sweet pussy baby, wanna cum? Wanna cum on my fingers?”

You couldn’t even form words with how good he felt. Your mouth was open as you panted your pleasure out in desperation.

“Or do you want my thick cock making you cream and squirt?” He teased, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that had stars swirling in your vision. “What does my angel want?”

“Kook, p-put your cock in, need it!” You rasped, feeling far too fucked out to handle anymore teasing.

Jungkook honestly couldn’t wait much longer either. His stomach felt tight with desire and he really needed to cum.

“Okay baby,” he cooed. Honestly, Jungkook was at his limit too. He couldn’t wait to feel the walls of your pussy wrapped around him while he plowed you into the bed and finished inside. Fuck, he wanted it so badly.

Finally he lined up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly. A soft cry came from your lips that Jungkook shushed, a lazy smile on his face. “Don’t cry at me baby, I’ll fuck you even harder for it.”

Little did Jungkook know, you wanted the rough treatment right now. You wanted more of it. He sighed in bliss when he bottomed out in your tight cunt, a deep seated pleasure boiling in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to feel you cream around his cock. You were flat on your belly, legs together but ass perched slightly up so Jungkook slid all the more easily.

“Yeah... just like that, good girl angel, that’s my good girl,” he said, starting to pick up pace rather quickly. You didn’t need him to be careful, you needed him to make you cum.

“Kook-Jungkook!” you cried, gripping the sheets between your fingers as he started pounding you just as he promised.

He couldn’t help the grin that fell over his features when he saw that ring of your cream forming at the base of his cock. “Fuck, fuck baby you look so good like this. Letting me fucking cream this pussy, ah~” he whined at your clenching walls sucking him in-begging in their own right for his cum.

“Please kook, so close, let me cum baby, please-I need it, need you Kook!” you cried. Jungkook’s hands found yours as he leveraged his hips so he could go even harder inside you.

“Gonna make me cum baby, make me cum fuck,” he huffed out, breaths coming in short pants. His brow was sweaty and the muscles in his thighs were trembling from the position he was fucking you in. But he didn’t care. Because your pussy was working him over and his balls were tensing as he waited for you to rut those cute little hips back.

Like clockwork you did as he expected, one of your tells you would be cumming soon. “Fuck, Jungkook! So close-so close!” you squealed, gripping his hands desperately as he was slamming into you. The wet squelching noises of your pussy were driving him up the wall and the view of your ass while he wreaked havoc on your body.

“M’gonna cum, angel, tell me where you want it,” he said, panting against your ear as he leaned over you.

“Inside baby, want all your cum inside me,” you whined.

He growled deeply, kissing your neck and biting down while he rutted inside harshly. “Take it then, cream my cock while I fill you up,” he said, another passionate snarl leaving his lips.

You answered with your own sweet mewls of pleasure, egging him on, whispering more naughty things to make him fuck you that much harder.

It didn’t take much longer before you both found yourselves thrown into orgasm. You first, walls squeezing him tightly, pulling him over the edge of bliss alongside you. He breathed hard against your shoulder, kissing along your skin to ease both of you through the intense sensations.

His cum started seeping past his softening cock and Jungkook finally found the ability to move once more. He wandered to the bathroom and got a few washcloths to clean the pair of you up with. Soft kisses were placed along the crown of your head, your cheeks and lips. “Such a good girl, angel baby,” he praised, more words of affection lain across your skin with his mouth.

Jungkook crawled into bed with you, pulling your frame close. “You alright?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, curling into him with practiced ease. “Yeah, m’good,” you said, eyes drooping slowly.

He smiled at you then, and you felt an odd pulse go through you.

The sooner you helped him, the faster he would slip from your grasp. These moments with him were fleeting, each time closer and closer to the last time you’d be entangled like this. Each kiss counting down in big red numbers. Your heart squeezed, and before you knew it, tears started to fall from your eyes.

Jungkook startled at the sudden change in emotion from you. “Hey, what’s wrong baby? Y/N?”

For a moment you really thought.

You really thought that you two could love each other...

Jungkook left your room late that evening. He kissed your head as you slept, curled up in the sheets naked. Jungkook almost didn’t want to leave you, he wanted to sleep as well-he wanted to hold your warm frame against him as he did.

These thoughts were starting to concern him. These were the very kinds of thoughts that had damned him to spend five thousand years on Earth. He wasn’t keen on suffering for another five thousand.

As a demon, Jungkook wasn’t sure if he should be able to feel these things. He was starting to care for you. He wanted to spend time with you, he wanted to be around you. But he knew that your time together was limited. Either he died or was sent back to hell, and either way you two would lose each other in the end.

It made him angry that this was your fate.

He didn’t want his time with you to be on a countdown. But the world is cruel by design and there was nothing Jungkook could do. You would ultimately be ripped from each other.

As he walked down the streets, Jungkook took your potion you’d made to help him navigate all the different souls at once. Jungkook wasn’t used to hunting like this anymore, it felt like decades since his last hunt. Perhaps it was, he wasn’t sure at this point. One thousand souls is a lot of people to collect from, and five thousand years is a long time to be on Earth. He was always forgetting the time before he met you.

Now, his time had never felt more limited.

Jungkook weaved through the people of the night, watching with keen eyes that were enhanced with your potion. Your potion also enhanced his other abilities, his strength and allure were heightened as well.

Everything would increase Jungkook’s likelihood of taking a few souls tonight.

He slid into a seat at a random dive bar, he charmed the bartender to give him a free drink as he walked through the people. There was a woman here, she was in her early thirties. Jungkook followed her, projecting a different face to lure her in.

Jungkook approached her cooly, speaking in soft tones and shy smiles to coax her into divulging her name. He handed her the drink and she blushed softly. The poor woman was in love with her boss, who was married. There was no way they’d ever get to be together. He always felt moderately bad for these people, but before he met you he thought they almost deserved it in a sense. That’s what they got for getting their hopes up. But now....

He led her outside into an alleyway where he seduced her just a bit more. Jungkook breathed her name out, capturing her lips in a kiss, and soon her soul was traveling from her to him, absorbing into Jungkook as he caught her, laying her down on the ground. It looked like she merely had a heart attack and fell over in the alleyway.

A sad ending for her.

Kerri Jesen...

Jungkook walked away from the scene, his old persona melting off and his regular human form, although the feeling of a soul coursing through him had his heart pounding in his chest. It was a rush, almost like getting high. His head was spinning and his mind was reeling, but he knew this was simply due to the fact he hadn’t been collecting souls as frequently.

Usually demons didn’t get this kind of rush.

Jungkook was wandering the streets towards the hotel when the distinct feeling of being watched fell over him.

He didn’t stop moving, but he knew it was a witch tracking him. His mind was still a little hazy from the collection but he knew that it wasn’t supposed to last much longer. He didn’t head back to the hotel yet. He didn’t want to lead an angry witch right to you if he had a choice.

Just as he was about to turn another corner, a blade was presented to his throat. Jungkook stopped moving, the witch brandishing her blade scowling at him.

“Demon,” she spat at him.

“Witch,” he spat back.

“You murdered my sister,” she growled, slicing at him with her knife. He dodged it easily, but he really didn’t want to fight. She wasn’t going to count towards his quota so there was no point in killing her, except to get her off his back.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” he answered honestly.

“I saw you!” she yelled. “You were at the bar! Then you shifted,” she said, taking another deep jab at him.

He dodged again, but he could tell she was going to cause a scene with the way she was going. He had to get out and fast. When she lunged again, Jungkook took her by the wrist and threw her onto the ground and took off running. He ran towards the hotel, his only instinct was telling him to head for you.

He bolted into the elevator and then took off towards your shared room. It was almost two am, he didn’t want to wake you but he was afraid he wasn’t going to be given an option.

“Baby,” he called, walking into the room.

You were asleep on the bed, curled up right where he left you. He moved closer and kissed your shoulder. “Baby, Y/N, we gotta go,” he said, urging you to wake.

You did so slowly, exhaustion filling your limbs and making them heavier than lead. “What? What’s wrong Kook?” you murmured, reaching for him slowly.

“Need you to get up, we’ve got trouble,” he said.

Your eyes cleared and you moved to get dressed quickly. Jungkook was starting to grab your stuff when the window to your room shattered.

“Fuck!” You screamed, falling back on the floor as the witch jumped through the now broken window.

“Y/N!”

The witch stood and glared at you. You felt the hostility and rage pouring off her in waves. Whatever Jungkook did, he really really pissed her off. Without much more ceremony you stood and blocked her from Jungkook.

“What are you doing?” you asked, voice firm. “What the fuck is going on?”

“That fucking demon killed my sister-and you... you’re a fucking witch! What the hell are you doing with a demon anyways? Did you summon it?”

“Him,” you corrected. “I didn’t summon him, I’m helping return him to hell,” you stated calmly.

“And helping it return to hell involves fucking it?”

You bristled at her tone.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you warned, feeling your magic swirl in your fingertips.

“Baby-”

“Don’t Jungkook, you stay behind me right now,” you stated.

The witch looked at you with curious eyes. “You love this demon?”

Jungkook’s head snapped to you as you stared straight ahead. This witch was bad news. She wasn’t from your coven, but she was from one in this region you were certain. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Because now she was picking a fight with a different coven. And she knew. She knew you were falling in love with Jungkook and it was her greatest weapon against you in this moment.

You hardly had time to blink before she made her first attack, a flash of lightning directed for Jungkook. You didn’t even move in order to cast your magic, you made a ward that protected him entirely without even the lift of a finger.

“You’re strong, how old are you?” she asked, like the question was an average thing to hear from another person.

“Old enough to know when to pick my battles. I don’t want to fight with you, and Jungkook doesn’t either-”

“That demon killed my sister! I won’t let it live,” she growled.

“I won’t let him die,” you said with a deep tone. Your eyes flashed purple and you sent magical flames towards her feet. They wouldn’t burn anything but the intended target. She shrieked and jumped onto the bed, rolling and throwing a knife towards you. With a quick flash you stopped the blade in the air and turned it towards her, propelling it forward with your magic.

Jungkook was stunned to say the least. He’d never seen you use your magic like this before. He didn’t even know you were capable of this much mana manipulation and things of the like. He knew you were strong before because of how much energy you’d always been able to give him, but this was on an entirely different level.

“You’re betraying your sisters for this?!” the witch cried.

“I am,” you said, a shot of ice towards her. Elemental magic was much more complex than most witches understood, so to have you wielding it so effortlessly had Jungkook impressed all over again.

She dodged it.

“What’s your name huh? What coven do you belong to?” you asked, warding against another attack.

“My name is Maya Tudor, I’m from the Coven of Nyx Rienhardt, and we will not tolerate the murder of one of our own,” she hollered.

“You’re not supposed to act on your own,” you said, blocking more of her attacks. “You’re meant to report this to Nyx herself. She would then dispose of me how she sees fit,” you said, pushing back against her. “Acting on your own without the thought of your sisters is just as damning. Isn’t that what I’m doing? You’re acting no better than me, little witchling.”

Maya shoved back against your wards, causing you and Jungkook to stumble onto the floor. Jungkook caught you, holding you close as Maya attempted another strike when you snapped back with a whip of ice.

She cried as the magic burned her skin, causing a blister to form along her arm. “Fucking bitch!” she snarled, standing back as Jungkook pulled you to your feet.

“Come on,” he said, pulling you towards the door.

The pair of you booked it down the hallway, the sound of Maya hot on your heels made you concerned. People weren’t supposed to know witches and demons or anything in regards to the supernatural. Maya was breaking more rules than you were at this point.

Jungkook and you made it to the parking garage.

He was just trying to get you to the car so you could gather a bit of your strength to help the pair of you get away. At least for now.

“Jungkook, slow down!” you cried, stumbling over your feet.

“Can’t, we gotta get out of here Y/N,” he said, pulling harder.

“Jungkook she’s gonna hear you-fuck!”

With a pained whimper, you fell to your knees. The car was just a hundred yards away. “Y/N?!”

You held your side, as a small dagger peaked between your fingers. Jungkook kneeled with you, looking at the damage. You’d survive, he just had to get you in the fucking car.

Unfortunately, it seemed you had different plans.

You lifted yourself up onto your feet, wavering slightly as you stared at the brat of a witchling who you knew wouldn’t know any better. But honestly, this was too much. You weren’t going to lose Jungkook to her.

Yourself on the other hand...

“Enough,” you said, pulling the dagger from your side and dropping it to the floor. Maya looked at you with disdain evident in her eyes.

“I will get revenge for my fallen sister,” she growled.

“I won’t let you hurt him,” you declared firmly.

Jungkook swallowed hard. This witch was different then he’d originally anticipated. He was starting to sense a difference in her magic. You were taking most of the hits and he wondered why, up until now.

She could slay a demon with the blade she’d hit you with.

Banishing magic.

No wonder you were being so fiercely protective. One hit with those blades and Jungkook would be killed. Or at the very least, sent back to hell.

But you were already hurt, he didn’t want to see you get injured even more.

“Baby,” he called softly.

“Don’t, don’t distract me or she’s going to-”

She sent rapid fire bolts towards you that you had to work hard to dodge, messing with your orientation enough that you stumbled. Jungkook tried to support you but you waved him off. “Go, go baby, get out of here.”

Jungkook scoffed in shock. You were going to sacrifice yourself... for him?

That’s when he understood what Maya said in the hotel room.

You loved him...

Jungkook’s throat got tight as he thought about you. However, his heart didn’t race. It couldn’t, he couldn’t love you the way he is now. Even if he was more human than most demons, he was still-ultimately-a creature of chaos. A creature that didn’t have a typical set of emotions.

Although he knew... He knew deep within himself had he been human, he would love you. He’d love you with everything he was if... if only he could.

Perhaps he should do this for you. He should make the call and give you the last thing he can.

His life.

It would always be yours.

You and Maya were going back and forth. You were doing harder work, protecting yourself and Jungkook as Maya made ground with her attacks. The wound on your side was aching, and there was nothing you could do about it. Not without losing more of your energy that could be spent protecting and hopefully getting this bitch to leave you and Jungkook alone.

You were sweating, the magic energy finally starting to drain. However, the witchling didn’t look much better. If you could just hold out a little longer.

Unfortunately, there was a hidden trump card.

Maya shouted an incantation before you were surrounded with bright light. The pain hit you first as you thudded to the ground gasping, Maya had slammed you with lightning. You weren’t even able to get a ward up to protect yourself from the exhaustion coursing through your veins. Jungkook moved in front of you.

Maya stalked towards Jungkook with purpose. You whimpered from the ground, looking at him with a pained expression. He just gave you his smile before turning to face the witchling once more.

“If I let you kill me, will you leave her alone?” Jungkook asked.

“Jungkook, no!” you cried desperately.

Maya considered it for a moment. “Yes, her coven will take care of her.”

You tried to get up, sending a bolt of ice towards her once more. It threw her on her ass for a moment before she was aiming another lightning bolt in your direction.

“Y/N enough!” Jungkook said, looking back at you. “I’ll do this for you, okay?”

“No, no please don’t do that,” you begged.

Maya approached Jungkook, taking the invitation and slamming a blade into his back. With a grunt Jungkook fell to his knees.

It hurt like a bitch.

But the look on your face was infinitely worse. You looked so sad.

“Justice for my sister has been served, I will leave you to your coven.”

With that, the witchling limped off, her powers effectively drained just as much as yours. If not more so. The only reason she won is because you were doing the work of two people.

It didn’t matter now.

“Jungkook,” you cried, crawling forwards to grab him.

He was bleeding black blood, it was pouring out of the deep gash from the knife in his back. The banishing magic made it so he couldn’t heal himself. Not even your energy would save him now, not like you had enough of it to spare.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, looking up at you. “This should be enough,” he huffed.

“No, I don’t want you to die please,” you said, voice watery and eyes tearing up.

Jungkook smiled at you. “Don’t cry baby, please don’t cry-I hate it,” he said, reaching to wipe your tears with his thumb. “I’m not worth crying over.”

“You are to me!” you sobbed. “Jungkook... I lov-”

“Shhh,” he shushed you. “I don’t deserve to hear those words,” he said, laying back. “I couldn’t even use my powers to protect you because of how far I’ve let myself fall... You had to make me a fuckin potion so I could hunt, baby,” he coughed. “Don’t say those words to me, I want to say them back but I can’t...”

You were crying hard enough for your shoulders to shake. “Please Jungkook, I don’t care if you can’t say them. I don’t care,” you promised.

“I do,” he whispered. “I want to say them to you someday. But not yet, save it for then...”

You nodded, barely able to speak anymore. “Don’t go...”

Jungkook breathed out slowly. “I’ll see you... again... Promise...”

With those words, Jungkook’s human frame disintegrated into ash, his clothes left behind in your lap and the blackened blood from his wound staining your hands. You gripped his shirt and cried desperately. You cried until your head ached.

You’d lost... everything.

Jungkook woke up in a forest. He wasn’t familiar with this place.

Was he wrong? Did he not get sent back to Hell?

“Nope, you didn’t,” a calm tone called from behind him. Jungkook whipped around to see a shorter man with blonde hair looking at him with peaceful features.

“Who are you?” he asked, stumbling backwards. Where was he? And what was going on?

“I’m Jimin - and to answer those questions stumbling around in that head of yours - we are currently in purgatory,” he said.

“How-”

“Can I know what you’re thinking?” he asked, finishing Jungkook’s statement. He rolled his eyes.

“Stop that,” he demanded. “I thought I would end up in Hell, why am I in purgatory?”

Jimin sighed deeply. “It’s complicated. But, I’ll explain it the best I can... You are a demon that is being punished by the Knights of Hell for acting in the interest of a human - is that correct? You’re Jungkook?”

“Yes, I am,” Jungkook confirmed.

“Very well, then I am here to offer you a wish.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “A-A wish?”

Jimin smiled, eyes disappearing as he chuckled. “Yes, a wish. Just one. You were a demon that sacrificed your life for the life of another. We Angels have deemed that you are entitled to a wish for your acts,” he explained. “Choose wisely,” his voice turned serious.

Jungkook could hardly believe what he was hearing. A wish? For saving you? The woman he wanted to love. He still had this feeling in his chest that he didn't deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. But, maybe he could. If he tried. If he made his wish and found you again, would you take him back? Would you let him love you properly this time?

There was only one way to find out.

“It seems you’ve thought of a wish?” Jimin said with kind eyes.

“A life - with her,” Jungkook breathed. “I wish for a life with her.”

“It will be a human life, you won’t have any magical abilities or powers. I can give you enough money to sustain you for a time but nothing longer than a year. From there you are on your own. If you die or are injured before finding her there is nothing I can do about that,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded. “I want a life with her, that is my wish. As long as I can be with her that is all I want.”

“Then that is how it shall be.”

How had three years gone by already?

You asked yourself this as you wiped down a counter at your job in a local cafe. Your coven had exiled you. You were extremely lucky they didn’t kill you. But they’d taken your magic-giving you enough to leave town and never return.

With that you hadn’t looked back. You only looked ahead, the only person you wanted could be out there right now. Right this very second. You only had enough magic left for a few tracking spells, and they’d led you to the countryside. A smaller town, but big enough to hide in if necessary.

You were hoping he was here. Your magic had never steered you wrong before, you just wanted to see him again.

Was he alright? Did they hurt him in Hell? Was he still a demon or was he able to become human...

All these thoughts swirled in your head. You cleaned the counter tops and the other tables and helped your boss, Seokjin, lock up for the evening.

“Alrighty,” he said, wiping his hands off and smiling. “You’re free to head home! Felix comes in tomorrow morning so you can take the day off if you want?” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

You tilted your head but nodded regardless. “Alright...”

What an odd one this guy was, but you decided to let it go-just appreciative of the day off tomorrow as you’d been working doubles the last week.

Seokjin came closer with a smile. His irises flashed a bright neon green for just a moment. You could’ve sworn it happened but somehow you almost doubted your own eyes.

“Go home safely, Y/N, don’t worry about tomorrow here Felix will cover for you,” he said. “Have a good evening.”

With that, he placed his baseball cap on his head and trotted away.

Your mind clicked for a moment but all you could feel was appreciation.

No wonder Seokjin accepted you so quickly.

One exiled witch helps the other...

A small smile was on your face as you made your way back home to your apartment. It was tiny, but it was home and you honestly rather preferred the small space. You’d worked hard to make it cozy and welcoming and-

What the fuck?

The door wasn’t latched. You’d locked and latched that door when you came home. The only other person who had a key is Seokjin which you gave to him for emergencies only and this-

“Baby?”

Your head snapped up at the voice you thought you heard. But when you finally laid eyes on him, it was hard to believe he was actually here.

You looked at him, unable to process that he was actually there. Right there in front of you and you could just reach out and touch him but... the tears started faster.

“What...?” your voice was weak and breathless.

Jungkook stood before you, looking almost as if he’d never left. His hair was still long and curly. He was dressed in decent enough clothes, nothing fancy but he looked strong and well fed. Your heart was trembling in your chest at the mere thought of him coming back to you.

He was a demon, he didn’t have to do anything like this for a simple witch turned human. But here he was, standing inside your apartment.

“Hi...” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

“How did you...?” you asked, slowly moving closer into the apartment and out of the chill of the night. “How did you find me?”

Jungkook shut the door behind you and you turned to fling your arms around his neck. He caught you easily with a shy smile on his face.

“I’ll always find you,” he said, like in some cheesy romance movie. But it made your heart throb in longing all over again.

“Are you a demon? You don’t feel like a demon-”

Jungkook snorted at your questions, knowing that you still couldn’t quite believe he was here. He held you close by your waist, kissing your temple as you breathed him in. “Baby... I’m not a demon, I’m human, just like you,” he said.

It couldn’t be possible. You didn’t just hear those words from him. “H-Human?”

He pulled back from your embrace just enough to look into your eyes. “Look, I don’t have any demonic energy,” he said, his eyes deep brown and there was nothing underneath them but warmth.

Human.

“How?” you asked, reaching forward to touch his face with a shaky hand. He held your hand against his face and leaned into your touch.

“Because I didn’t want to live without you,” he said. “I wound up in purgatory, and Angel granted me a wish due to me sacrificing my life for yours-I wished for... for a life with you, because my time with you-well... I only got a taste of it and I want more, I want more of those days like the ones at my place. I just want to be with you.”

Tears thatched along your lashes as you pulled him closer again.

“Can I say it now?” you whispered against his chest.

Jungkook laughed softly and kissed your head. “I hope to hear it often,” he said, leaning down and pulling you into a sweet kiss. “But wait just a bit longer,” he said, kissing you again.

You were wrapped up into his embrace as he pulled you back towards the couch. You eagerly followed, letting the moment of your reunion fuel this passion boiling in your stomach.

Jungkook kept kissing you, almost as if he were trying to remember every inch of your lips. His hands trailed down your body, squeezing and moaning softly at the alluring softness. “Fuck... Fuck baby,” he grit out.

A teasing smile made its way onto your face. “Yeah? What do you want, Kook?” you nudged your nose against his. You sat down on the couch and pulled him closer by his pants.

He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, watching with hazy eyes as you fished his hardening cock out of his pants. “Please baby, suck my cock for me, missed your pretty mouth so much,” he said, running his thumb from your jaw to your throat and pressing gingerly.

Your lips ran over his cock tantalizingly and Jungkook had to swallow to make sure he didn’t cum on your face. He hadn’t been touched since the last time you two were together and having human stamina now made it a little harder to refrain from his eagerness.

But, Jungkook knew what patience meant, so he calmed himself but his cock was heavy and throbbing in your hands.

“Fuck... must hurt to be this hard,” you said, and before he could growl at you to get started you swallowed his cock with practiced ease. You ran your hands up under his shirt and dragged your nails down his lower stomach while you sucked his cock deeper into your throat.

Jungkook’s hand made it into your hair, gripping it as you bobbed your head to pleasure him. He sighed out harshly through his nose and you knew he was enjoying it. If you could smile you would’ve, his little tells were still the same. He smirked down at you, watching as your pretty eyes locked with his.

“Suck it so well baby, always so good for me my angel,” he groaned, voice turning whiny at the end. “Fuck!”

You took his balls in your hand and palmed them gently. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, breaths coming out short and stilted at your pleasuring him. You pulled off him for a moment to catch your breath. “Love sucking your cock baby, love it so much,” you smiled.

Jungkook laughed a breath out and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. You bit on it gently causing him to smile. “You wet for me?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

You dropped his cock and quickly pulled your pants off as you sat on the couch. Jungkook mirrored your actions, taking his clothes off as you laid yourself on the couch with your knees up, hiding the place he wanted the most right now.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t above begging. In fact, he rather enjoyed it from time to time. He crawled to you, naked and smiling. His hands wound around your calves and squeezed them gently before placing kisses along your shins and ankles.

“Please baby,” he said, lips trailing along your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Please open your legs?” he asked, voice sweet and pleading. “Gonna let me eat this pussy? Want my tongue on you?”

You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss while opening your legs so he could touch. He kissed you passionately before leaving tender smooches along the soft swells of your skin. Your breasts first, capturing a nipple between his sinfully sweet lips as his hand trailed to your dripping pussy. He let out a desperate breath against your chest when he pushed a finger inside your heat. “Fuck, fuck baby your pussy-fuck,” he said, moving from your chest to your core with deft movements.

Jungkook looked at your core swallowing his fingers and you couldn’t help the mewls falling from your lips. “B-Baby!” you whined softly, running your hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he breathed against your core. His eyes flicked up to yours and they swirled with hunger. “What is it baby?”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip. “Eat me baby? Please, so needy for you,” you begged.

One of your favorite things about sex with Jungkook was he could be in charge one moment, then the next second you could take it from him. It made the intimacy between the two of you spontaneous and alluring. Jungkook knew you just as well as you knew him and that was exciting. It made you cry for him, begging for the pleasure and bliss you knew only he could give you.

“Alright angel, lean back and let me make you cum,” he said, pulling you closer by your thighs so he could eat your pussy the way he wanted. He placed several warm kisses along your inner thighs before running his tongue through your folds with a fat lick to your clit. You cried softly for him to continue, which he did.

Jungkook made each lick on your center hotter than the last, running his tongue over your clit differently each time. Your feet twitched when he sucked on your core with his plush lips. “Fuck, fuck-Jungkook!” you whimpered, pulling his hair back and away from his face so you could see his flushed face between your thighs.

“Taste so good baby,” he moaned, smiling before licking into your cunt once more.

“K-Koo,” you said. “Please baby, wanna cum,” you moaned sweetly.

His chest throbbed at the sound of your pleased noises. He really wasn’t sure if what he felt with you before was love, but now? Now he knew it wasn’t, because the feeling in his chest... the one taking home in his heart right now was absolutely love.

“I’ll get you there baby,” he promised, sucking your clit into his mouth. He pushed two fingers inside you this time, making your stomach clench in bliss.

“Yeah~ Right there Kook, right there baby please!”

He worked you up further and further, pushing his fingers along with his tongue to create a tension in your belly that had you fit to burst. But just as you would feel yourself cresting to that perfect orgasm waiting for you, he’d slow down or remove his mouth from you entirely.

After the third time you cried at him for it.

“Koo! Baby, please-lemme cum, wan’ it,” you begged, your hairline was sweaty and Jungkook smiled at your desperate sounding voice.

“Tell me one thing baby, then I’ll let you cum,” he said, working you up for the fourth time.

“Anything baby, anything you want.” Your weak tone made him smirk.

“Tell me you love me baby, say you love me and I’ll make you cum,” he said, moving over you to kiss your lips while his fingers still played between your legs.

Your heart stammered in your chest at his request. But it was an easy smile that made it to your face as you answered him after your kiss. “I love you,” you murmured, kissing him with those beautiful words fresh from your lips.

He wanted to kiss those words, he wanted to kiss you and tell you the same... “Baby, Y/N,” he breathed, capturing your lips in a reverent kiss. “I love you,” he said.

Jungkook was stunned at how simple it was to say, and yet it made his heart quake. “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated.

“Jungkook,” you gasped when he pulled his fingers from you to put them in your mouth. You cleaned them as he seemed to want and he moaned with the need to be inside you. Although you were just as eager. Your hand reached down to pump his woefully neglected cock. Jungkook moaned against your temple, hips rutting slightly at the stimulation.

“Want me to put it in now?” he asked, voice breathless.

“Yes,” you whined.

Jungkook didn’t make you wait, taking his cock and lining it up with your soaking pussy. He gave you a look and you just nodded, giving him your consent and with that he pushed inside slowly. You both moaned in pleasure. “Fuck... fuck you’re so wet,” he panted.

“Jungkook!” you cried out. He kissed you desperately then, his mouth searching and hot against your own.

“M’right here baby, always gonna be right here,” he said, voice tender against your skin.

You mewled at his gentle thrusts to open you up. It was so much and yet not enough. “More,” you pleaded with him, hands finding his back.

A sharper thrust made your eyes roll back. “Right there?” he asked, eyes wild and chest heaving. He’d been holding off really well but now that he was inside of your pussy it was game over. He loved being inside of you like this far too much. “Baby your pussy feels so good. Fuck, fuck please,” he gasped.

You smiled at his frantic features. He didn’t want to cum without you. It was sweet, but he really didn’t need to worry. You had almost cum just from him putting it in.

“Jungkook, c-close,” you said, eyes watery and pretty in the evening light.

He nodded. “I’m right there too,” he whispered, thrusting harder and harder into you. It had you seeing stars. He kissed you, sucking on your lips and tangling your tongues together. “Yes, yes, fuck...”

The tightening in your stomach was finally on the verge of snapping once more. Jungkook was whispering sweet words into your ears as he pounded you against your couch. “Fuck-fuck!” you sobbed, arms wrapped around his neck as he covered your body.

You felt a heat in your belly as your orgasm rushed through your body in deep pulses. Jungkook was stunned as you creamed his cock, pulling him along shortly into his own climax as he painted your walls white with his release.

He groaned your name against your neck, shivering and gently coaxing the pair of you through your two highs. You turned your head to kiss him, smiling softly.

“Holy shit,” he laughed, looking at you with a dizzying smile. “Give me a second baby, your pussy almost killed me.”

You snorted at him, kissing him once more regardless. “I missed you,” you said tenderly, pulling him closer. Even as his cock softened inside of you.

Jungkook kissed you back, cradling your head as he pulled out. His eyes met yours and he gave a sweet smile. “I missed you too, but I’ll be here from now on... I’m yours, if you want me.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Jungkook,” you said, kissing his jaw and relishing in the afterglow that was settling into your warm body.

“Keep me then,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll keep you-forever...”

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Cannabis Connoisseur - MYG (M)

Hello all! I had stoner yoongi brain rot this time. And this is the culmination of it all. Pretty much just pwp, but hopefully that’s alright. Please enjoy the filth my loves.

Pairing - Min Yoongi X Reader

Rating - 21+ (This story is 21+ because of the nature of the content in regards to cannabis and the information pertaining to it)

Genre - Pwp, Stoner!AU, College!AU

Words - 6.9K

Warnings - This fic has a lot of information about cannabis and dispensaries, if any of that makes you uncomfortable then this is not the story for you. Full stop right there. Otherwise - Smoking, weed, insomnia (reader is a sleepy gal). Smut Warnings: Oral sex (F. receiving - Yoongi’s Tongue Technology oop-), intense make out session, protected sex, dirty talk (Yoongi’s mouth my God-). (If I forgot anything else please let me know - thank you).

Special thanks to my sweet bb Ella @oddinary4bts for listening to me rant about this Yoongi and reading a bit of the story for me, I appreciate youuuu <3

Summary: Yoongi is the local “cannabis connoisseur.” Every college student who smokes started with a Mr. Min Yoongi. Not only is he the image of slick and cool, giving even the male sports stars a run for their money in the looks department. Insert, you, a study bug who currently is having insanely bad bouts of insomnia. Lucky for you, Yoongi has something for that.

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“Y/N, jesus fucking christ you look like you got steam rolled,” your family’s neighbor, chef Kim Seokjin, called at you while he watered his small garden.

“Thanks Jinnie I am aware I look like death, I thought we were supposed to represent how we feel on the inside,” you said, waving a disinterested, but mainly tired, hand.

He walked up to his fence as you got to your car. “Did you not sleep again last night? There’s no boys or young ladies or-um, other identifying individuals in your life right? If so, I’m proud of you but also-don’t get your back blown out every night because-”

You sighed deeply and Jin stopped his incessant barrage of usual stupidity to see that you were genuinely exhausted.

“Hey, you know they have a local dispensary,” he said, nodding towards the city. “It’s called the ‘Magic Shop’, I know the guy who runs it. His name is Min Yoongi, tell him I sent you, he’s got lots of different stuff. He might have something that will help you sleep,” he said, a worried expression on his face.

“I don’t know Jinnie, I’m so busy I don’t really have time to sleep anyways,” you joked half-heartedly.

Jin frowned before telling you to wait. You did so and when he returned ten minutes later there was a cute, simple Korean styled lunch sitting in his hands. “Take this, it’ll give you energy!” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking it and giving him a good natured squeeze. “I’ll see about the dispensary on my next day off-thanks again Jinnie!”

Apparently your lack of sleep was even noticeable to your professors.

Mrs. Fleming saw your exhaustion as you walked in for your smaller lecture. She approached you almost instantly. “Miss Y/N,” she called, following you to your seat.

You went to a smaller university in the city so the teachers were much closer to their students, actually getting to know you and your personalities throughout the semesters and different classes.

“Yeah, Mrs. Fleming?” you asked, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“Did you not sleep well last night?” she asked, petting your head gently. Mrs. Fleming had taught one of your classes practically every semester as one of the main art professors. You were in several different forms of art over the years. Painting, drawing - real life and abstract - as well as pottery, animation, the list goes on.

Art had always been your passion and first love, hence why when most students were out enjoying the summer months, you were still in classes. The arts program worked weird anyways, the more specialized classes went during the summer and the general major programs went during the fall and winter semesters.

However, ever since the weather had gotten a touch warmer, you’d been struggling to sleep. Probably around three months at this point. Just at the beginning of your summer semester, you were hard pressed to see a solution.

You’d downed melatonin and even tried the stupid sleep hygiene. Nothing seemed to work. Soothing music, thunderstorm sounds, changing your sheets. Hell, sleeping naked! All of them combined, and you still tossed and turned, only getting a few hours of broken sleep before having to roll out of bed at 6:45 to head to class by 7:30.

So when tears started streaming down your face, Mrs. Fleming was startled to say the least. “I just want to sleep,” you cried softly, head resting on your arms.

Mrs. Fleming patted your back gently as a parent would their child. Yours were traveling for the summer and had left you to care for the house in their stead. Since you were going to be home for classes anyways. They’d worked hard for years and you knew that a summer together was going to make them extremely happy, so you’d encouraged it. Plus, a summer alone in your home didn’t sound too terrible to you either.

“Go home, Y/N, try to rest if you can. If you can’t then you might want to schedule something with your doctor if you can,” she suggested. “Or, you know, there is a few dispensaries that have opened up around here. If you’re looking for something a little less intense as sleeping medication. Maybe see if that works a little better,” she said with a kind tone.

Looks like you needed a trip to the magic shop.

A few days later, and with a little research under your belt you went to the magic shop as Jin suggested. You parked your car and noticed the building was decently busy. Nothing horrific but it seemed to be doing well. People of all walks of life were going in and out of the place.

It was cool to see that even the more affluent individuals of the city were taking advantage of the business as well.

You strolled up and were surprised to see the level of security and care that was taken into account for the patrons and the workers. You’d never seen anything quite like it before. You were stopped at the counter and asked for your ID to make an account with the establishment so they would know who you were upon return if you chose to do so.

“Are you looking to pick up an online order or did you want to shop with us?” the lady at the counter asked you.

You wrung your hands and answered honestly. “I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m just... I’m having a lot of trouble sleeping and was hoping to find something a little uh... less serious than medicine?”

The receptionist nodded at you knowingly. “Of course, I’ll see if Yoongi is available to help you out. He’s one of our most experienced tenders,” she said, talking on a walkie talkie as she unlocked the door to the shopping area for you. “Head through those doors, Yoongi is gonna take care of you today,” she smiled.

You nodded your thanks to her and walked through the door. The smell hit you right off the bat. As someone who had been to parties and such before you were familiar with it. But everything was so clean and sterile it almost felt like a medical office at first.

Then, a very handsome man approached you. His eyes were dark and he wasn’t wearing the classic uniform as everyone else was. “Hi, you must be Y/N,” he said with a calm expression. He was slightly taller than you, but his features were cool and his hair was longer and dark. He looked like someone out of an old hong kong noir film. His voice was deep and smooth like coffee, you could almost feel a flush trying to sneak onto your features.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you said with a soft voice.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked over you quickly-so fast you almost didn’t notice. But, you couldn’t help but feel a rush flood through your body.

It had been a while since you’d been this attracted to someone right out the gate. But you swallowed that for now, you didn’t want to start looking more like an idiot.

“Cool, come with me,” he said, leading you over to glass cases that had different candies, gummies and even tinctures that had oils and such inside of them. “It says here that you’re having some trouble sleeping?”

You sighed deeply and nodded. “I’m in summer classes at the community college and I’ve been having insomnia for almost three months,” you said.

Yoongi hissed in a breath through his teeth. “Damn, that sounds rough. Well, luckily for you-I have plenty of stuff that can help you sleep.”

With that he led you towards another glass case and pointed at a few different gummies as well as some pieces of chocolate. “So, are you looking for edibles, flower, pre-rolls or concentrate? Have you ever smoked before?”

You flushed and nodded. “I did but-I didn’t do it a ton and I never really felt anything from it,” you said softly.

“Well, we have some pretty good strains that come in concentrate pens that could be beneficial. Take a few hits off of that about half an hour before you’re wanting to sleep and it can put you out decently enough. I recommend Northern Lights, Harlequin or Wedding Cake to help put you to sleep.”

Yoongi chuckled when you gave him a confused look. “So, to break it down, there’s three ‘types’ of weed. Sativa, which gives you energy-helps you get stuff done, Hybrids - which are a blend of the two parent kinds of Sativa and the last one Indica - hybrids help you relax after work or studying, give you a good buzz to help you chill and just have a good time. Finally, what I’m recommending for you, is Indica. It’s the kind that really makes you unwind and can help you fall asleep. When I talk about strains-it’s almost like how there’s different kinds of coffee, right? Each one has a little different caffeine content and different flavor. The ‘strains’ I mentioned are like the different flavors of weed in the indica family.”

Well, when he said it like that, it made a bunch more sense.

“Right, so what do they do?” you asked.

Yoongi was well versed and answered any and all questions you had as you shopped around with him. He didn’t make you feel stupid for asking any questions, the entire experience felt extremely non-judgmental. The more he spoke the more you could see why Jin recommended him.

He was cool and didn’t seem to be bothered by any questions or multiple people approaching him. And when you say multiple-you mean several.

It seemed he was quite popular with the crowd that came in. College students to elderly alike. Everyone seemed thankful that he was helping you out, all of them ensuring you that you were in good hands as they went to pick up their own orders or do their own shopping.

At the end of everything, you’d gotten two packs of gummies - a hybrid and indica both and then a pen with a one gram cartridge of Northern Lights that would help you sleep on the bad nights.

Yoongi took you up to the counter and as he rung you up you thanked him again.

“Thank you so much, seriously, I can’t wait to sleep for three years,” you chuckled.

Yoongi gave you a crooked smile. “I’m happy to help,” he said.

“Oh, by the way, my neighbor said he knows you, he’s actually the one who recommended I come here in the first place,” you stated.

“Yeah? Who’s your neighbor?” he asked, scanning your items.

“Kim Seokjin,” you said.

Yoongi’s face soured for a second. “Aish, that guy, tell him he owes me a lunch! He bailed on me last time, ‘cause he had a bad hair day. I was so hungry and then I had to go to work, brat,” he said. But then a gentler smile took over his features. “He’s a good guy though, tell him I said hi.”

With a soft nod you handed over your money and he rang you up.

“Please let me know if you don’t like anything or if you have any side effects,” he said. “You can stop in or give us a call. And Jin has my number if you have any questions,” he said with a small smirk. “That’s between you and I though, I also owe Jin a favor.”

“I’ll see you soon then, hopefully I get some sleep,” you said with a happy grin.

“Let me know how it goes!” he waved kindly before helping the next person in line.

You felt like a schoolgirl, blushing profusely as you walked out of there. You hadn’t expected Yoongi to be so... fucking attractive. You were almost mortified at how lame you sounded asking him all of these questions but he reassured you the entire time.

“I’d rather you ask questions now than get hurt or something happen to you...”

After two hours of struggling to fall asleep, you were officially upset at Min Yoongi.

You’d taken the edible like he said, you’d even smoked the pen a bit. But all it did was make you giggly and high. You didn’t feel any more tired, which was a big minus to a Mr. Min Yoongi.

Perhaps it was all snake oil as you feared and you’d spent a decent amount of money on something that really wasn’t going to work. You wanted revenge. How?

You really had no idea.

The next day you woke up after perhaps five hours of sleep-more than you’d gotten in a while, but not enough for Min Yoongi the Charlatan to be off the hook.

Jin waved you down from his fence and you approached, he held out a cup of coffee with creamer in it and you accepted that as his peace offering for your very grumpy expression. “So what’s wrong this morning? I have a very interesting piece of information that you did go to the dispensary like I suggested.”

“Did Yoongi tell you that?” you asked.

“Well he texted me asking who my ‘hot neighbor’ was and if you’d asked for his number yet,” he sighed. “Also inviting me to a party for tomorrow night, and was hopeful you’d come along.”

Your tummy, despite your upset at the aforementioned man, fluttered with the idea of Yoongi-first of all-calling you hot and second of all wanting to see you at a party. Jin could see your hesitancy written across your face. But he knew Yoongi would complain endlessly if he couldn’t be a wingman for the ‘missed lunch’ fiasco he was yelling about in his text conversation before you’d even been mentioned.

“Please? I don’t want to go alone and face his moody ass after not giving him that lunch I owe him, help soften the blow with your pretty face?”

“I fail to see how a missing lunch date is my problem,” you stated plainly. “But, I haven’t gone to a party in a while so-I guess I can tag along. What time should I be ready?”

Jin smiled.

“Nine o’clock sharp.”

You had your favorite dress on, a burgundy wine color silk slip dress that had a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder straps. It hugged your waist and flared out softly. You’d done your hair in curls and had black stockings on with your favorite strappy sandal heels.

Jin’s mouth dropped when you climbed into his car while holding your dress down.

“Hi Jinnie,” you smiled, your makeup done to perfection. Jin seemed stunned to say the least.

“Who the fuck are you and where is my tired and sweet Y/N?” He said with a shocked expression.

“She’s exhausted and decided to stay home and take a nap, while I go out and have some fun away from studying,” you chuckled. Jin didn’t look half bad himself. He had a nice button up done only halfway up with snug jeans hugging his legs and his rings and necklace shone in the street lamp light. “But let’s go, I want to get some dancing in,” you smiled.

Jin didn’t need to be told twice, driving off towards the party, not before adjusting himself in his seat. You smirked as you looked out the window.

You came to the decision you wanted to tease the fuck out of Min Yoongi this evening. If it leads to more, wonderful, if not-then perhaps the next time you meet you can fuck his brains out then.

But honestly, sex was the only thing you hadn’t tried yet to make you pass the fuck out. Maybe you just needed your back blown out before getting a good night's rest.

If so, the universe needs to say less-because you can think of several less fun ways of trying to fall asleep. Forget sleep hygiene, you think Min Yoongi might have just the thing to help you get some good rest after all.

When you pulled up to the party, Jin let you out first. “I won’t leave without knowing you either have a ride or you’re in the car with me, okay?” he promised as you climbed out.

“Thanks Jinnie, I appreciate it,” you said, giving him a little wave as you headed into the party.

You found some of the girls in your classes and chatted a bit before you found the stoners in the corner. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi all sat on the couch smoking blunts or joints-and fuck they all looked incredible. Namjoon had a girl in his lap who you’d remembered as his girlfriend-Yoona, and then Hoseok had Jungkook next to him with his girlfriend Elsie. Yoongi-conveniently enough- was alone.

Not for much longer however.

Just as you watched him light another joint and stick it in his mouth you approached. The sway in your hips matching the music as you stalked towards him with purpose. It seemed every eye in the party was locked on you-and you loved moments like this. You were a study bug, and were very much so in love with the work you were doing at school. But many people misunderstood that when you let loose, there was much more to you than that studious aspect.

Yoongi seemed to be discovering this as you leaned down and took the joint from his mouth and held your hand out for a lighter. You didn’t know who handed it to you, but you assumed it was Hoseok. You lit the joint again as Yoongi’s eyes trailed over your body with a ravenous look in them, but his exterior remained cool as ice.

With a deep inhale you felt the head rush hit you. “This shit is better than that garbage you sold me, couldn’t put me to sleep worth a damn,” you said before exhaling the smoke into his face.

You could feel your skirt hiking up your rear end but honestly, you were more focused on Yoongi at this point anyways.

“No?” Yoongi asked. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he cooed, going to reach for another joint when you stuck the lit one back in his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, swirling with interest.

A soft smirk made its way to your face.

“Mmm, I’m sure you are, hopefully you have something else worth my time,” you grabbed a candy from the table and stuck it in your mouth. No doubt an edible but you’d already felt what they could do to you a few times before. If it got bad you knew Yoongi would help you, but this level of confidence was almost more euphoric than the THC.

“Come find me later,” you said with a sultry glance, tossing the lighter on the table and walking away, the same sway in your hips as you found the dance floor.

You notice Taehyung, a guy from one of your photography lectures last semester, was dancing on the floor so you approached him. It was only a matter of time before Yoongi found you, but you were having fun and wanted to have some more while you waited for the attractive male to make up his mind.

“Hi Tae!” you called kindly, he’d never been super chatty in class but you admired his work ethic. You two had done a few projects together and he was nice enough.

“Oh wow, Y/N?” he answered, making space for you in his little space with his friends. Jimin and Seulgi were both chatting with him, it appeared. “It’s good to see you,” he said with kind eyes than ran over your body for a moment. You smiled softly at him before nodding at Jimin and Seulgi.

“You look incredible,” Seulgi smiled, giving you a gentle hug. You and Seulgi had shared a few basic courses and she was friends with a few of yours as well.

“Thank you,” you blushed. “It’s nice to see you too, Tae, I was wondering if I could bother you for a dance?” you asked.

Jimin and Seulgi smirked, looking over as Yoongi seemed to watch the entire display. “Sure you want to test those waters?” Seulgi commented. “Seems like you’ve already made your interest for the night clear.”

“Just because I’m interested doesn’t mean I can’t still have my fun,” you said with a sweet smile.

Taehyung grinned. “I’m the designated driver tonight, I don’t mind dancing with you for a while,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Come on,” he encouraged, leading you to the floor.

With a smile you let him pull you in close and sway to the beat. You turned and Taehyung’s hand found your lower stomach and held you there, his head resting in your neck. You sighed at the feeling of another person being so close. Taehyung’s body towered over you and it was nice to be enveloped so completely. The tempo was steady and you two danced against one another, the heat rising in the small space.

“Didn’t know you liked to party like this, Y/N,” he said, no malice in his words. Just genuine curiosity.

“Just because I don’t doesn’t mean I can’t,” you informed him with a teasing grind against his front that caused him to lose his breath momentarily.

He grabbed your waist tighter, not enough to be uncomfortable but enough for you to rest your head on his shoulder. “Clearly,” he said with a smile against your skin. “Yoongi huh?”

You smiled and nodded.

“He’s on his way over here,” he murmured, releasing his hands from your waist.

You barely had time to register his words when a deep voice called from your side.

“Mind if I step in?”

Taehyung looked up then down to you. You gave him a gentle nod and thanked him for dancing for a while.

“Have a good night, Y/N, see you around,” he said with mischievous eyes before walking off into the crowd.

Yoongi moved to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer as he settled his hands at the small of your back. “You said what I gave you didn’t work?” he asked, the smell of weed stemming from him but also with a spicier undertone to it. “Could you not sleep?”

You smiled as a more upbeat tempo song came on, making your body sway with his in a tempting rhythm. “I did but it wasn’t much better than before,” you answered honestly.

“I’m sorry, you might have a stronger tolerance that I didn’t account for. Did you try taking more?”

Was he really going to talk business when all you could think about was kissing him? His lips looked so warm and perfect to bite. Fuck...

“I tried, still didn’t work,” you whispered, his hands trailed down your back. They rested right above your ass.

Yoongi’s eyes were zeroing in on your lips. Glossy and sweet looking. Your own eyes staring at him with this faux innocence that had his cock hardening in interest. He shouldn’t act like he wasn’t anticipating you showing up when he helped his roommate plan this party at their shared house. Yoongi would gladly let Jin off the hook for their missed lunch if he got to have a night with you. Possibly something…well, that’s a bit too much thinking for right now.

Because your body was grinding against his and there were only so many ways he could react to that. His cock was stiffening in his pants and he didn’t want the entire party to see his raging hard on.

“No? Well... I might have something else upstairs that would help you,” he said.

You actually laughed at that terrible line, but it was the soft smile that he had on his face that completely decimated you. “It better be good then,” you taunted lightly.

“I’ve yet to have any complaints,” he said back.

You texted Jin that Yoongi had found you and he merely responded with the thumbs up and water spray emojis. You rolled your eyes but Yoongi was impatiently dragging you towards the stairs. Yoongi had his arm wrapped around your waist and had you heading towards the room towards the very end of the hallway.

When he opened the door you quickly found yourself pinned against the wall. Yoongi was kissing your neck and shoulder as he was wrapping himself around you. You gasped and let out a soft moan as he attacked your skin. “Y-Yoongi,” you whined softly.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. “I’ve been thinking about you since you showed up at the dispensary-fuck,” he growled.

“Yes, yes!” you said, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please, need you to help me sleep baby.”

You tested the term on your tongue and Yoongi sucked a harsh kiss onto the top of your breast. “Pretty tits,” he growled softly. You mewled and he smiled against your skin. “Don’t whine too much or I’ll fuck you on the floor.”

His aggressive words had you clenching your thighs together as he finally connected your lips. You tangled your fingers in his hair and grabbed at his shoulders desperately. Your hips bucked against his front as you made out against the door of this room. His tongue slid against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth with a hot breath. His mouth devoured yours, eager tongue licking between your lips in search of your own tongue. You pushed yours forward and soon Yoongi had your neck in his hand as he towered over your form trying to kiss your mind away it seemed.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, breathless voice stunning even you. Your hand leading one of his to your chest. He didn’t have to be encouraged much more as he squeezed your breasts as he captured your lips again in an aggressive kiss.

“Gonna fuck you so hard, that’ll put you out nice huh? Pretty girl...” he cooed mockingly against your skin.

“Please~” you whined. “Please baby, need something,” you pouted.

Yoongi growled against your mouth before pulling you from the wall and walking you backwards to the bed. You stumbled onto the mattress and you felt Yoongi cover you as you continued your kiss. Yoongi swirled his tongue inside your mouth and he tasted like weed, but something else as well. A hint of sweet cinnamon.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, hands moving from your waist to your thighs. Without much pretense you nodded, spreading your legs for him. He gave you a crooked grin before his hand moved under your dress to touch your soaking core.

You let out a shaky moan, hips lifting slightly in search of more. “Please, please Yoongi,” you begged.

He tutted and silenced you with a kiss to your lips. “You wait for my cock since you wanted to be a needy little bitch,” he warned, tugging your panties to the side and cupping your heated sex with a dangerously arousing expression.

Although, his aggressive words held no real harm in them. You could tell in the gentle way he stroked your soaking cunt that he really wasn’t going to be this way unless you played into it as well. Yoongi’s brow furrowed attractively as he felt how wet you really were.

“Damn, you’re fucking wet,” he said, voice dropping low in hunger. “Want me to eat this pussy?”

You could barely speak with the way he was caressing your lower lips with his rough fingers. “Yes... Please,” you said, voice whiny and pitched.

He seemed eager as well, not waiting to move to the floor and pulling you to the edge so your legs rested over his shoulders. Yoongi licked his lips, a ravenous look crossing his face. “Can I take your panties off?” he asked, looking at you with more serious eyes.

“Yeah, you can take them off,” you said, voice trembling but wanting.

He didn’t tease this time, pulling your panties off and pushing up your dress to your waist so he could have easier access. You were panting softly, his longer dark hair was falling in his face and you ran your fingers through it to hold it back from his face. Yoongi smirked softly. “Hang on tight,” he said with a greasy smile. You narrowed your eyes and tugged his head back from your center with a harsh jolt. Yoongi merely laughed, before biting his lip. “Pull it harder,” he groaned.

You smiled at him before pushing him closer. “Make me...”

The power play dynamic was tantalizing. The electricity and sexual chemistry seemed almost palpable. Yoongi dove into your center, tongue immediately licking into your slick with eagerness. He moaned against your core, hands moving to your thighs to keep your legs open. You whimpered in pleasure, hips jutting against his hot mouth.

“Fuck... yes, just like that,” you sighed, hand tugging his hair gently as he ate your pussy.

“Such a hot little cunt,” he groaned, licking your clit with deft precision. You cried in pleasure, biting your lip with soft mewls escaping as he continued to eat you out. His tongue drew pulsing patterns along your folds and paid special attention to your sensitive clit.

Yoongi slid his thumb up to your clit as he teased your entrance with his tongue. “Yeah baby, so sweet,” he growled, easing his tongue inside.

You gasped at his hot mouth against your pussy. “Fuck! Fuck!” you cried out. “F-Fingers... put your fingers inside... feel how tight I am for you...”

He didn’t have to be told twice, moving his mouth from your hole to your clit once more as he pushed two fingers inside. He groaned at the feeling of your snug walls sucking his fingers inside. “Fuck... fuck baby feel so good,” he said with a hot kiss to your clit.

Your thighs trembled as the hot pleasure rose in your stomach. The feeling of his fingers working inside of you caused sharp waves of heat and bliss to curl down your spine. Your toes tingled from the sensations his tongue and fingers pulled from you. If he kept up like this you would cum in no time. You brought one hand to your breast, kneading the flesh and rubbing your nipple to only double the heady desire coursing through your body.

“Y-Yoongi, holy shit-baby!” you cried, head falling back against the pillow.

“Yeah baby, cum on my fingers. Cum on my fingers before I pound this pretty pussy,” he said, mouth moving back to your clit as he started to suck.

A pitched cry came from your lips, grinding against his mouth. “Please, make me cum-oh fuck! Cumming!” You shivered, release coating his mouth and fingers as you whined softly.

“Yes, give it to me, good girl,” he cooed, easing you through the peak of your orgasm. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. Yoongi licked his lips as he moved up your body, kissing in random spots. Sucking and nipping as he sat you up and pulled your dress and bra off. Leaving you completely naked while he was still fully clothed.

“Yoongi...” you bit your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and upper shoulders. He pulled you in, kissing you passionately. You tugged on his shirt and slipped it off, leaving him in his undershirt and pants. “Take more off...”

He smirked, pulling his undershirt off and tossing it to the side. You eagerly grabbed at him, making him smile as he kissed your shoulder and neck. “M’ so fuckin hard baby,” he groaned, palming himself through his pants. “Gonna let me inside? Gonna let me fuck that tight little pussy?”

You nodded, eyes big as you looked at him with eagerness. “Please... want it so much,” you whimpered. “Need your cock baby.”

Yoongi nodded, taking his pants and underwear off in one swift movement before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You reached for it, and he handed it over without fuss. You marveled at his length and gave it a few firm tugs before rolling the rubber on. His dick wasn’t massive but your mouth watered at the perfection of it. The tip was nice and pink while the base was tantalizingly thick that would no doubt fill you perfectly. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. Yoongi sighed as you stroked his cock, head tipping back just a touch. “Fuck… put your ass up,” he said, licking his lips as you did as he asked.

You wiggled your hips in an alluring fashion that had Yoongi growling above you. “Fuck me, fuck me please,” you cried, pouting and making your features docile and sweet. “Wanna be full of your thick cock.”

“Hold yourself open, wanna see that sweet pussy needy for me,” he said, voice husky and deep, rumbling from his chest in an attractive manner.

Without much pretense you did as he asked. You used your hand to spread your ass cheeks apart and reveal your throbbing and wet core to him even more. “Need something inside Yoongi, baby~”

A dark chuckle escaped him, a harsh swat landing on your ass cheek causing a sweet yelp to fall from your lips. “Pretty pussy wants my cock?”

“Yes! Yes I need it,” you pleaded, turning your head as best as you could to encourage him with your needy eyes.

Yoongi felt a rush of lust swirl inside of him at your watery eyes and tensing hole on display. “Then you’ll get it sweet thing,” he purred, finally-finally lining his cock up with your dripping core. You felt the tip catch on your hole before finally sinking inside with a firm push.

Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment. Your already sensitive pussy swallowing his cock inch after inch with hunger. “Fuck-fuck yes!” You huffed out, voice thin at the sheer bliss of having his thick dick moving inside you.

“Tight-fuck, snug little cunt right here huh? Needed my cock that bad baby?” he teased. Your walls gripped him so nicely, eagerly sucking him back in each time he gave a tentative thrust.

“More, please more,” you mewled, gripping the sheets tightly between your fingers. Yoongi groaned out his agreement before starting his pace. You both rocked slowly at first, getting used to being connected to intimately.

The soft clapping of your skin together made your mind whirl with tantalizing pleasure. However, his cock jabbed slightly too deep and you felt the jolt of pain rock you. You grabbed his hand, hissing softly and he took notice, adjusting slightly to ease the tenderness. “There baby, is that better? Feels good?” He reached around to gently rub your clit, almost in apology for the slight pain. “Sorry baby, let me know if it hurts again.”

With his next thrust the pain was all but forgotten. The only thing on your mind was how nice and thick he was, the glide much easier after his attentive thumb rubbing your clit expertly.

Yoongi felt his lower stomach clenching in heady pleasure from your tight pussy caressing his cock. The tight heat of your cunt causing hot pleasure to run down his spine in pulsing waves.

“You feel so fucking good baby, so wet and hot… fuck, can I go faster?” He asked, still tentative to make sure you were adjusting well.

“Yeah, give it to me,” you said, your head dropping and hanging in bliss as Yoongi picked up the pace.

His cock was pushing inside you much quicker, and his thrusts were becoming shorter but harder. You couldn’t stop the staccato moans from slipping past your lips as he kept up his pace, your needy cries and whines music to his ears.

Yoongi wasn’t a stoic lover either it appeared. He didn’t seem to be extremely vocal, but the way he let out soft growls almost to answer your cries of pleasure made your pussy throb and leak more slick to coat his cock. Yoongi moved forward to grab your hands and pulled your arms back carefully. The only thing keeping you from face planting into the bed now was Yoongi. His cock in your cunt and his hands locked in yours as he started to pound into you.

“Y-Yoongi! Holy shit! Fuck! Please,” you cried, the sound of loud smacks and the wetness of your pussy swallowing his dick falling into white noise as your ears almost started ringing. The pleasure nearly suffocating.

“Good girl, you take it so well,” he praised, his hips rolling into yours. He slowed his thrusts down, grinding his cock inside of you before letting your arms down so you could stretch them.

“I-I wanna be on top,” you said, fighting the whine when he pulled out to accommodate your request.

“Okay baby,” he said, moving to lay down and you climbed on top of him with ease. His cock was red and throbbing, precum collecting in the tip of the condom.

You got yourself on top of him, carefully grinding against his sensitive cock causing his hips to rut against yours with a heady growl. “Fuck…” you trailed off, holding his cock and rubbing your clit against it a few times to gather more of your wetness before moving his cock back inside of your sticky cunt once more.

“Y-Yes, fuck yes,” he moaned, hands finding your hips and rolling them towards him. “Snug little cunt…”

“Yoongi!” You whined, grinding down against his cock in a pleasurable roll. “Fuck me, fuck me baby,” you sighed, head lulling back on your shoulders.

The thickness of his cock filling you almost constantly made your throat dry and heart pound in your chest as you felt yourself get that much closer to your orgasm. His hands trailed down to your ass, gripping the flesh as he started pulling you on his cock, helping guide you over and over to fill the deepest parts of you with a pleasurable burn.

It almost felt like the air was caught in your throat and each push of his dick into your slick heat jolted the moans out of you. His stroke was so good, filling you perfectly each time.

The wetness from your pussy was starting to leak onto his lower stomach. Yoongi moaned at the sight of your walls swallowing him, sweet lips pillowing around his cock as you bounced. He reached up and gripped one of your tits, watching as you tipped your head back again, pretty moans and cries falling from your swollen lips.

Yoongi felt that familiar pooling in his blood, he was gonna cum and soon if you kept it up. You were so pretty whining for him like that, his mind was racing with the urge to finish but wanting to see you under him one more time.

With a soft yelp you fell back on the bed with Yoongi hovering over top of you. Your breaths were mingling as he leaned down to kiss you again. Your tongues clashing and swirling as he started a slow but firm pace inside of you. He pushed his hips against yours in a tantalizing manner, mind focused on the goal of getting you to cum again.

“Almost made me cum, holy fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, kissing your jaw and sucking harsh bites into your skin. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept his pace inside you firm.

“S’good,” you slurred, mind slowly becoming drunk off the sensations you were experiencing.

Yoongi smirked at your glazed expression, eyes rolling back softly as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you. “Yeah? Cock filling you nice baby? Look so pretty getting fucked out on my dick like this, pretty tits and pussy just swallowing my cock-fuck,” he growled, fighting off his orgasm for as long as he could.

You cried out for him again when his thumb met your throbbing little clit. “Y-Yoongi!” You yelped, feeling yourself tightening up in response to his touch.

“Yeah, just like that huh? Want you to cream this cock baby, cream my dick while you cum like a good little slut,” he snarled, leaning down to bite into your shoulder.

Wound up to the point of tears you squeaked out in pleasurable pain before that rush of bliss flooded you. Your vision blurred as Yoongi fucked you harshly through your orgasm. It made your mind reel, the heady pleasure that was pulsing in your veins.

“Yeah that’s a good girl, soak my dick,” he purred. “Fuck-gonna make me cum, mm, fuck-fucking shit,” he said, voice husky and dark as he pounded inside you a few more times before filling the condom.

You ran your hands down his back and kissed his jaw as he shivered in his own pleasure, your afterglow singing through your body.

Yoongi huffed a laugh out before pulling from your heat, a sensitive hiss coming from between his teeth. “Shit, damn near passed out myself,” he teased, looking at your sleepy features before heading to get a cloth for the mess between your thighs.

Did it really just take a solid good fuck to put you out? If so, you weren’t going to be one to complain.

“Should… should I go?” You asked, sitting up with a yawn.

Yoongi came back with cool cloth and gently cleaned you up. “Nah, you can stay tonight, I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fluttering in exhaustion.

His soft laughter was the last thing you heard before falling sound asleep.

Finally.

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Lose Your Head - PJM (M)

Written for the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Halloween Collab for @sailoryooons

A/N: Hali!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! It has been my absolute pleasure to write it for you <3 Happy Haliween!!

The collage was made by yours truly.

Special thanks to my bestie Ryn @queenofthedamnit for betaing this fic for me so I could post in time!

Title: Lose Your Head

Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: 21+

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gender Inequality (Due to the time period), Mild Gore (descriptions of blood and decapitations), EDIT: Minor character deaths, Smut Warnings: Virgin!Reader, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), handjob (m!receiving), mild dirty talk.

Words: 19.4k

“Constable Park Jimin!” A page boy yelled from the street. Jimin turned his head from his work and watched as the boy came running in with a sheet of paper. “Sir! A telegram from Sergeant Kim Namjoon from New York City!”

Jimin walked over and smiled kindly at the boy. “Thank you Martin,” he handed a few coins over to him and patted his head.

“Martin!” Your voice called from the desk. “Come here,” you said.

Jimin smiled and watched as Martin ran to your side. “Yes miss!”

You handed over a few pieces of bread that you’d made and a square of cheese as a treat. “These ones didn’t turn out as good as I was hoping, so you take them and share them with your friends, okay?” You said, waggling a finger in teasing jest. You both knew Martin wouldn’t dare take it all for himself. That’s what made him such a good leader of the small but mighty group of page boys for Buffalo and the surrounding areas.

“Yes miss! Thank you miss,” he smiled, taking the bag and waving to you and Jimin from the door before taking off down the road to deliver his next message.

“You spoil him,” Jimin murmured, coming up behind you. You jumped at his proximity for a moment but relaxed quickly. Jimin’s presence has always calmed you.

You two had been friends for years now. Ever since he brought you in off the streets in his youth, you’d been friends.

Now, was friendship the only thing that had developed between the two of you in your almost twenty years together? No... Well, at least not for you. Jimin had grown to be so kind and handsome, if not a little mischievous and devilish all the same, making life incredibly joyous but difficult for you.You didn’t want to make things awkward, and your friendship was the most valuable thing you had. No monetary possession, or romantic affliction, would sway that for you.

With a deep sigh you turned and Jimin was right behind you and his eyes widened at your quick movements. Your faces were close and you could feel the startled breath he let out fan across your face as he stepped back.

“He’s a good kid,” you said with a pointed look.

Jimin smiled and nodded in his agreement. “I trust you,” he said, as he always did. Because you two trusted each other with everything. Jimin was a wealthy constable and came from a family of police officers and other military officials. However, he was an orphan, his father passing away shortly after his birth and his mother dying at the tender age of five. He’d been given his inheritance and a staff at his family’s home and the rest was history. The staff raised the young boy, seeing as how none of his other extended family wanted to take him in.

So when on a walk in the winter of his tenth year in this world, he found you. Only a year or two younger than him, but orphaned as well-except there was no inheritance or family to save you. You’d been on the streets, and unfortunately, it looked like you might die there.

You were sick and shivering outside the tailors shop Jimin frequented for his school uniforms. Jimin looked to his attendant and asked if they had enough tea to share with you. The attendant hadn’t wanted to take you along, but his young master was in charge and honestly, he couldn’t stand to walk past another sick child on the road.

Over the years you’d asked Jimin what made him stop that day, what made him choose you. And his reply was always the same. “I didn’t know what I was doing, I just knew that I wanted to help you.”

You looked down and saw the telegram Martin had brought in. “What does it say?” you asked.

Jimin smiled softly, “I don’t know, I haven't read it yet, nosy,” he teased.

You pouted at his teasing and swatted away the hand that tried to pinch your puffy cheeks. “He said, Sergeant, what would a Sergeant be contacting you for all the way out here?”

It was at this time you saw Jimin’s face darken a bit. “I have a feeling they’re dealing with a similar issue we were a year ago, also, my coroner training can be rather useful in certain situations,” he stated.

Your stomach dropped. A year ago, you were chasing a serial killer. You and Jimin both had to scour the morgues, the crime scenes themselves, anywhere and everywhere this person could’ve been. You’d been so worried because Jimin had started receiving threats. It seemed like you were working double time to stay ahead of the serial killer to prevent more murders, not only for the people but for Jimin as well. Although it would make sense. Jimin is an educated man and the chief of the local police force has deferred to Jimin’s expertise several times over. You shouldn’t be surprised that someone else is looking to speak with him as well, and you had your own skill set that would be useful in certain situations.

Jimin got out his letter opener and examined the telegram. You waited patiently, not, for him to fill you in.

His features darkened even more as he set the telegram down for you to see as well.

Dear Mr. Constable,

It has come to my attention that there has been a string of murders out in a small town in southern New York. It has baffled the local police enforcement as well as some of my best men. I believe you and your assistant will be better suited to help the people of Sleepy Hollow. Attached are train tickets to come to the city to get a full debriefing for you and your assistant both.

Please don’t delay in this matter, as there is much more at work than I think anyone truly understands.

Signed: Sgt. Kim Namjoon, NYPD.

“What do we do?” you asked, worry and unease filling your chest.

“We're going to New York City,” Jimin said softly. “He wouldn’t issue a summons like this without being in desperate need. The NYPD already doesn’t like us, I’m sure he’s not exactly thrilled to be calling on us regardless. But if we can lend him our expertise then the very least we can do is go and hear him out.”

Your temper flared at the mention of their dislike towards Jimin and yourself. “Just because we caught their killer doesn’t give them the right to be rude or unkind to us,” you said.

Jimin grabbed your wrist and pulled you in closely. “People don’t like to be made fools of either, Y/N, please try to behave yourself when we go? I don’t want them putting a mark on your back too,” he asked.

You sighed deeply, knowing it wasn’t going to be good picking a fight with the NYPD, even if you thought that they were being far too negligent in their own investigations. Jimin was right when he said they wouldn’t call without being in need. You nodded, letting the anger dissolve at least for now.

“Go pack your things sweets, I’ll shut down the shop,” he said with a squeeze to your hand, letting go and heading towards the front. Ah, that nickname. He’d started calling you sweets when you were little. Even as a young girl you’d loved sweets, candies and pastries. So the name had stuck. Even now it brought heat to your face as you walked up the steps to your living quarters and did as previously instructed. You and Jimin usually packed light for these things so you just went about your usual methods.

When you were rummaging through Jimin’s drawers for some socks you noticed a letter from a family friend listing off potential wives. Your throat tightened. Jimin hadn’t mentioned his search for a wife starting, or one even being a thought in his mind. No doubt people were being nosy and talking about things they had no knowledge of-

“Y/N, what have I told you about snooping?” Jimin sighed, leaning against the wall of his room. Your back straightened comically and Jimin couldn’t help the laughter that peeled out of him.

You had always been such a terrible snoop, Jimin thought it was more curiosity than anything dangerous. And oftentimes you stumbled upon things by happenstance. You turned with a guilty expression and handed the papers to Jimin. When his eyes found what you’d discovered his face hardened a bit.

“People love sticking their noses in my business,” he said, voice tight. He looked at you then, placing his hand on your head. You stared into his eyes and there was something he wanted to say. You could tell, his eyes were screaming unspoken words to you-but there was a ring at the doorbell and you knew Jimin ordered a carriage for you both to head to the train station. The moment dissolved as he tossed the letter in the fireplace and you watched as he grabbed the rest of your luggage without a word and headed out the door.

You bit your lip and sighed deeply. Lately, these moments with Jimin had been frequent. These-feelings... Your feelings for him. They were becoming harder and harder to control. Especially when... when other women got involved.

You knew Jimin was going to take a wife. You’ve known for years it wouldn’t be you. And yet? To be confronted with it so blatantly and for him to hide it? You and Jimin might have more secrets between you than you believed, and part of that hurt worse than the idea of another woman coming into the picture.

With quick steps you headed towards the door, grabbing your coat and hat. These thoughts would have to be put in the back of your mind right now. There was something going on and the NYPD was going to have to start explaining themselves.

With that you shut and locked the door, heading down the steps towards the carriage. Jimin was waiting for you patiently and took your coat and helped you into the buggy without a word, but his hand squeezed yours when he sat down. With a knock you were off, but Jimin kept his hand in yours for a while longer. You just let him hold your hand, because truthfully-you needed it too.

The next morning you rolled into New York City and as always, you are astounded by the immensity of the city. Buffalo is decently sized, but nothing on the level of the Big City itself. Jimin had gotten you and him to the NYPD building with minute difficulty, taking your arm in his as he escorted you and himself up the steps to the offices.

The secretary there noticed Jimin’s presence immediately and called for Sergeant Namjoon.

Jimin and you both stood in the waiting room patiently, when he appeared in the space before you.

Sergeant Namjoon has always been a formidable individual. His intensity and severe intellect had him in the higher rankings of the NYPD shortly after his transfer. He was nice enough, but wasted little words on niceties and flattery.

“Constable Park, and your assistant. Thank you for coming here on such short notice,” he said. “Please, my office is this way-I’ll brief you on the situation there.”

Just as you were about to follow Jimin and Sergeant Namjoon, the secretary stopped you. “Sorry miss, you’ll have to stay behind,” she said. “This is a conversation for the men I’m afraid.”

You were ready to argue when Jimin took your wrist. “She is my assistant, she aids me in my investigations-I would rather her come with me so I don’t have to explain everything a second time.”

You looked at the secretary with a smug gaze as she let you pass. Jimin poked your rib and made you wince.

“Don’t look so satisfied you little sprite,” he said softly.

“Sorry,” you said, the tone of your voice revealing you were everything but apologetic. Jimin tried to bite back his smile but it was hard when you were such a shit sometimes. He loved your mischievousness almost as much as your tenderness. But unfortunately, now was not the time for your antics and he really had to focus on this summons for the both of you.

Namjoon led you into his office and shut the door, looking at you both with a deep expression that had you perplexed. What was weighing so heavily on his mind that he reached out to Jimin and you specifically? As far as your last investigation with the NYPD, ah... you thought they’d wanted you two out of their sights.

This must be bad...

The Sergeant took a deep breath before leveling his gaze with Jimin then you. “I didn’t want to summon either of you-let me make that perfectly clear. But my superiors and I agreed that we don’t have the skill set to deal with what is happening in Sleepy Hollow.”

Jimin’s head tilted. “Sleepy Hollow?”

Namjoon nodded. “An isolated town towards Hollow’s Creek in the southern part of the state.”

Your face twisted in confusion. “How did the NYPD get involved in something that is happening way outside your area of operation?”

As much as Jimin wanted to correct your bluntness with the Sergeant of the NYPD, he couldn’t help his own curiosity. And Jimin wasn’t going to extend any extra courtesies, especially with Sergeant Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at you and sighed. “The police in the area requested more professional assistance. So I sent in a few men, and we have more questions than answers at this point.”

“What can I provide that the NYPD doesn’t have access to?” Jimin asked, raising a brow. “Forgive me for asking in such a blunt manner but I’m merely confused.”

You had a feeling you knew what this was about, Jimin no doubt did as well. But Jimin could be rather cruel at times-he wanted Namjoon to admit the weakness in his men and the NYPD. He’d been correct when he said people don’t like to be made fools of.

Jimin is a prime example of his statement.

He was used to being underestimated, he was used to his work being made into a mockery. But the frightening thing about Jimin was his patience. He could wait an infinite amount of time if it was something he really wanted.

Namjoon set his jaw and looked at Jimin with stormy eyes. “My men are baffled with what is happening at Sleepy Hollow. People are being hunted down and losing their heads. Quite literally.”

Your stomach turned at the sound of things. But you swallowed and continued to listen to the briefing. Jimin took notice of your upset but was quick to place his hand on your back to encourage you to sit down. The last time either of you had dealt with something on this scale it took a toll on you.

“Who are our suspects?” Jimin asked.

“We have none.”

Jimin’s brows raised. “No suspects? No one in the town has the prospects or motivations? What about alibis?”

Namjoon slammed his hands on his table, causing a few things to fall and you to jump at his outburst. Jimin, however, was unaffected. His eyes were set on the man in front of him. “I don’t know. We have no leads, no nothing other than a list of my men turning up dead or missing. Too many people have died and we have gotten nothing as a result. I need people of your... expertise.”

He meant the deck.

Your deck.

It was known in a few places that you dabbled in the occult and macabre. Jimin didn’t like to mention it often because he felt it could discredit the genuine work you both do. But you and your tarot cards had been together since the streets, although you’d gotten a few new decks in your time with Jimin. You’d do readings, originally it started as a scam-trying to get money from people so you could eat but eventually, you learned the craft. You managed to look into the art of divination and had found your intuition and the work of the cards had yet to steer you wrong.

When Jimin had discovered them, he was furious with you for working with the deck and the occult. But overtime, when Jimin saw your work with the cards prove its worth over and over again-he finally relented. He only asked that you not do any readings pertaining to him unless it had to do with a case.

His past and his future weren’t for prying in. If you had any questions you could ask. This request was more than fair, so you abided by it. That didn’t mean you weren’t curious.

When you and Jimin had worked with the NYPD the last time, Namjoon had discovered your secret. Originally he wanted you and Jimin off the case, but thankfully your cards had led you and the NYPD right to the killer.

But they had made it fairly clear from then on they would want as little to do with you and Jimin as humanly possible. Whatever is happening at Sleepy Hollow, it was nothing good.

“You made it fairly clear to us that we weren’t going to be aiding you in any investigations moving forward-” Jimin began when Namjoon cut him off.

“Regular investigations. This-This case... She has insight into the occult that no one working for the police department does. I need you both on this case, I can’t lose anymore men blindly,” Namjoon stated. “Something evil is at work in Sleepy Hollow. Truly evil.”

Jimin’s face hardened. “Then we aren’t going, I’m not risking our lives for people that don’t appreciate what she and I can do together.”

You stood then, placing your hands on Jimin’s arm. “We should go.”

Both men looked at you in shock. “Y/N-”

“The people in Sleepy Hollow need help, and if what Sergeant Namjoon is saying is true then we need to get there sooner rather than later. The longer things like this are left unchecked the harder it is for them to return to normal.”

Jimin looked into your eyes and if you weren’t accustomed to his deep and searching gaze you would turn hot at the action. But you mirrored his expression. Eyes passionate and burning like they always were. You had a strong moral compass and Jimin knew you wanted to help these people if you could.

You wanted to pay back what he’d done for you all those years ago. You want to help those who cannot help themselves and that is one of the several things Jimin admires about you. You easily could’ve lived your days out as his friend-he’d even planned on helping you get a husband at one point but you’d quickly told him you weren’t interested in marrying.

“Who wants someone that can tell if our relationship is going to be happy or miserable? Someone who can ‘see the future’. Or who will know what our child is before the doctor? People don’t like the occult or those associated with it.”

Jimin remembers how sad he felt that day. How lonely your eyes looked. But you were stronger than anyone he’d ever met.

So when your passionate gaze pleaded with his now-he relented.

“Sergeant Namjoon, I would like a full debriefing file for me and Y/N. We will head to Sleepy Hollow by the week’s end?”

The Sergeant nodded. “Yes. I will have everything prepared and sent to your accommodations.”

“Very well then, come along sweets, you said you wanted to visit a bakery while we were here in the City,” Jimin said, wrapping your arm around his as he gave a polite, but stiff, nod to Namjoon before leading you out the door.

“Yes! I want to try a New York cheesecake,” you said with joy, looking at Jimin with a smile.

One he tried to return. But it did not reach his eyes.

It was the night before you were to travel to Sleepy Hollow. The train left early in the morning, but you couldn’t help but want to meditate on your deck for a while before you departed.

With the window open and the moonlight streaming into the room you sat on the floor with your deck sitting in your lap. You inhaled deeply and just let the energy and light of the moon fill you. Sitting in the still and darkness of night had always brought you a serenity you couldn’t quite understand to this day.

It just felt right to sit amongst the stars and feel the energy of the world and people around you working together. But then the energy shifted and you turned your head with a smile. “You know you can’t sneak around with me.”

“Doesn’t stop me from trying,” Jimin said with a smile, walking towards you. He handed you your dressing gown to cover your nightdress and you wrapped it around yourself.

“What do you need?”

Jimin’s face faltered for a moment. “I can’t just come sit with you?”

You gave him a sympathetic look. “Not when you look like that, come sit and tell me what’s bothering you.”

Jimin moved with you to the bed and sat with you. You crossed your legs and set the deck back in its container until you packed them in the morning. Jimin’s eyes were locked on the cards and you raised a brow.

Your friend sighed deeply and rested his head in your lap. You weren’t surprised by the action, Jimin was very physically affectionate, even if it could be frowned upon by others. You two were unmarried and merely friends. This level of intimacy between the two of you could be deemed inappropriate. But you and Jimin had never played by societal norms, why start now?

“I’m worried. Once we arrive the killer will very likely add us to their roster,” he said, head resting on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled.

“Occupational hazard.”

He grabbed your hand and sat up quickly. You jolted at the sudden motion and Jimin’s face was very close to yours. “I can’t allow anything to happen to you.”

“What makes you think something is going to happen to us?” You asked, brushing some of his hair away from his face. Jimin put your hands together in your lap, looking at them with an unreadable expression.

“The last time we used your cards in an investigation you almost died. They almost killed you.”

You were hoping he wouldn’t worry about that. But of course, Jimin has a tender heart and doesn’t want anything to happen to those he cares about. With a gentle squeeze to his hands you shook your head.

“I didn’t listen to the cards correctly, that’s my fault Jimin. It wasn’t intentional, accidents happen-”

“They can’t happen, Y/N, I don’t want you to use them unless specifically related to the case,” he said.

You scoffed. “Jimin, honestly,” you took your hands away from his and you could tell he was upset. “What’s got you all worked up about the cards?”

“They’re dangerous-”

“Jimin, my cards are an extension of me,” you explained. “They are only dangerous if I am using them for improper means. Which I’m not. They are only as dangerous as I make them.”

“My words stand. I don’t want you using them unless they are being used for the case. That’s final.” He said firmly.

You gaped at him. “What the hell is the matter with you? Jimin, if I don’t use the cards then my readings could be less accurate. That’s more dangerous than me meditating with them.”

Jimin stood and walked to the door. “Those damn things have brought us nothing but trouble when you use them.”

The pain from his words ripped right through your chest. “We’ve caught killers because of that deck!”

“I’ve almost lost you because of that fucking deck!” He said, chest heaving.

You two haven’t fought like this in years. Probably since the time Jimin found them in your room the very first time.

That’s when you finally saw it.

The fear in his eyes. The fear that was wrapping around him and surrounding his heart. He was hesitant to use the cards again after you led yourself right into a killer’s path. You’d just about been taken when Jimin and the NYPD showed up and stopped the killer in his tracks.

“Jimin...”

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, it would break me. I’d have nothing,” he said, holding your face. When he said things like this it made your heart ache. You wished he would say these things to you under different circumstances.

“You won’t lose me, Jimin. I promise. We’ll be careful. I’ll keep the cards discreet alright? We’ll pretend I don’t even have them, only you and I will know,” you said, holding his wrists.

Jimin breathed in deeply. Resting his forehead on yours. Your heart stammered in your chest as he closed in and brought you in for a tight embrace. His one arm wrapped around your shoulders as the other pulled you in by your lower back, molding your fronts together. “Please... please be careful. This isn’t a normal case, the NYPD is even frightened of whatever we are about to embark on. I don’t know how dangerous this is. Everything in me is saying we shouldn’t tamper with this.” His words were muffled by your skin.

His hot breath was trailing over your flesh and making your mind race. But you swallowed and answered as calmly as you could.

“We will do this as we have done everything in our lives... together,” you promised, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him back.

You two stayed like that for a while until you were too tired to remain awake any longer. Jimin departed with one final hug and went back to his room.

After his warmth was gone the chill of the night settled in again. You found yourself wishing he’d stayed. Even as you fell asleep, you wished for his frame next to yours.

You stood at the ticket window with Jimin as he gathered your train passes. He tucked them in his pocket and gathered your things along with his on the cart. You headed towards the train with his arm in yours and when your luggage was taken by a member of the staff Jimin helped you up into the train.

Your cabin was private, your personal things being placed above you as the stewardess came around and asked if you’d like anything to eat or drink.

The trip to Sleepy Hollow was a long one, making you wonder more and more why the NYPD even got involved. Normally they wouldn’t have the jurisdiction to work outside of the city let alone damn near out of the state. They claimed the townspeople asked for help, but what was so bad that they couldn’t just go to the nearest city’s police?

“Did you read the briefing packet?” Jimin asked, looking out the window.

You yawned and shook your head. “No, I was planning to read it on the way there.”

Jimin smiled then. “You were huh? You’ve always slept on trains, what made you think this was going to be different?” he nudged your foot with his.

With a pout you pulled the paperwork out of your bag and started looking over it.

That’s when you saw it.

The photos.

The quality is never good but you clearly saw the bodies. They were grotesque and you felt your stomach turn at the sight but you knew you needed to see more if you were going to understand.

Jimin was quiet, resting his eyes as you moved through the packet with curiosity.

Five victims from the town thus far. All deaths have been ruled as decapitations. The heads have yet to be recovered.

Victim’s occupations and ages all vary.

23 - Butcher’s Son

61 - Town Treasurer

19 - Stable Hand

45 - Seamstress

33 - Town Crier

Along with six members of the New York Police Department - three of which have yet to be recovered at the time of this briefing.

All of this information was pertinent but somehow, it felt like there was something very big missing from all of it.

“Jimin? Did you see any suspects? I know Namjoon mentioned they didn’t have anything solid, but I didn’t anticipate they had none whatsoever...”

A deep sigh came from your friend. “No, I didn’t. That’s one of the first things we need to assess when we arrive. Who are our possible suspects and how were they able to remain undetected for so long?”

You nodded. “Where are we staying?” you asked.

“The local innkeep as said we are more than welcome to stay if we are helping them with the case. He’s got a room set up for us.” Jimin stated.

“A room?” you raised a brow.

“The inn only has so many rooms Y/N, is sharing with me really so terrible?” he teased.

“I suppose not, we did it a lot when we were younger,” you smiled at the memories.

Jimin chuckled. “Things were a lot simpler then huh?” He looked at you and you wished you could know what he was thinking at that moment. Jimin could be so expressive, but only when he wanted to be. In a flash he could hide his true emotions and thoughts behind a mask of ambiguity. Even being his friend as long as you had didn’t always help.

“They were,” you said with a soft tone.

The train whistle blew and you knew that you were coming up on your next stop. With a yawn you placed the packet down. If you agonized over it even more you weren’t going to have any breakthroughs. So you rested against the wall of the train and the seat, letting your head and neck grow heavy as sleep took you.

You and Jimin got off the train in the nearest city and had to travel in a carriage the rest of the way. It was cramped, and your luggage hung precariously off the back of the warped wooden exterior but you kept your mouth shut.

The woods around the town made your skin prickle with nerves. Jimin seemed to sense your unease and placed his hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright, sweets...”

When you were younger you’d gotten lost in the woods. Jimin and you had been playing hide and seek in the woods near his family’s summer home. It was dark when Jimin and his nanny found you. Curled up in a tree trunk crying. Ever since then, the woods terrified you. You swallowed thickly and looked at Jimin with a weak smile.

He brushed some of your hair away from your face and patted your cheek. “Steady, Y/N, we’re coming into town.”

You watched as you emerged from the woods into a small clearing. The town was surrounded by the woods and the houses all seemed old and decrepit. The people watched as the carriage approached. It pulled towards the stables and a group of people came around to greet you and Jimin both.

The door opened and Jimin helped you out.

“Welcome, Constable Park and your... wife?” A man with graying hair and soft blue eyes looked between you and Jimin.

Jimin shook his head. “No, this is Y/N, she is my assistant and helps me with my cases.”

A young woman towards the back of the group had immediately taken notice of Jimin and you fought the urge to hold him tighter.

“Apologies, I am the mayor-Douglas Hart,” he introduced himself, shaking Jimin’s hand and giving yours a kind squeeze. “This is my daughter, Zalia Hart,” he said, bringing the young woman to the front.

She curtsied to Jimin and gave him a bright smile. “Hello Constable.”

You could see Jimin’s eyes examining her and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Zalia has been helping me during this entire process, since my late wife, her mother, passed away she’s been in my care, you see. I am eternally grateful for her help and she has agreed to cooperate fully with you and your investigation here,” the Mr. Hart explained.

“I’m happy to help our people Papa, don’t worry,” she said, expression soft as she looked at her father.

Jimin nodded. “We are grateful to any and all help you can offer us. Our first priority is seeing all the evidence that has been collected and I want to see all of the bodies,” he stated.

“Can we get settled first?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

Jimin’s eyes locked on yours and he nodded. “Yes, let’s get our things inside and then we can start looking around a bit more.”

Mr. Hart and Zalia both nodded. “Please, get settled, Zalia will come and collect you a bit later,” the mayor said.

You and Jimin headed towards the inn where the keeper gave you a polite nod. “Hello constable,” he greeted.

“How did you know I was the constable?” Jimin asked.

“We don’t exactly get a lot of new faces around town. Well, except for recently. Unfortunate the thing that’s bringing people to our home is so horrific,” he said, face not matching his words.

You took note of him immediately.

“Well, let me introduce myself properly,” Jimin said. “I am Constable Park Jimin and this is my assistant Y/N,” he said. You gave the innkeep a smile, one he didn’t return.

“A pleasure. I’m Jeremy Weaver, my wife is Adelaide Weaver, she’s out currently but if you need anything during your stay let her or myself know. Please, let me show you to your room,” he said, walking out from behind the counter to lead them up the steps. “Watch your feet, these steps are a little warped,” he stated.

You and Jimin climbed the steps and soon a few rooms came into view. There was another set of stairs that you assumed lead to the attic but when the innkeep started heading up them you tilted your head.

Jimin also paused at the change in direction and Jeremy took notice. “Our regular rooms are all filled up right now, but we have a bigger room in the attic that can house you both more... comfortably.”

He continued up the stairs and you and Jimin followed him.

“I apologize for the confusion but there’s only one bed, we were under the impression your assistant was... well, we’ll get another set of linens up here and see if the old cot is still salvageable,” he stated.

Jimin and you looked around. The room wasn’t massive, but it would be enough for you and him for the time being.

“Meals are served at eight, noon and five respectively. Your room and board has already been paid for so you are welcome to eat downstairs or you can take your meals up here. Just let Adelaide know. I’ll go down and start helping them get your luggage up here. If you need anything let me know,” he said, heading out of the room and.

You sighed and set your bag on the bed and looked at Jimin. “He’s a little off, don’t you think?” you asked.

“I think we’ve been traveling for almost an entire day, and I am exhausted,” he said, sitting heavily on the bed and rubbing his face. You moved next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Jimin has never traveled well, the whole experience has always been rather stressful for him.

“Do you want me to do the initial work?” you offered, squeezing his shoulder.

“No, I’ll be fine, I'm just... Can we do a reading tonight? For the case?” Jimin asked.

You raised a brow. His outburst about the cards last night made you hesitant to even mention a reading today. “What do you want the cards to reveal to you?” you asked instead, sitting down next to him.

“I want to narrow our field when it comes to our suspects. Could the cards bring it down to three?” He questioned.

“I don’t know if I have enough information on the town and the energy here yet... I could possibly get five. But three this soon isn’t likely,” you said. It was odd for him to request the cards so quickly.

He nodded thoughtfully before standing up. A knock came to the door and Jeremy had returned with a stable hand as well as your luggage. Though there was no cot.

“We weren’t able to find that old cot, we can put some blankets on the floor for someone,” he stated.

Jimin sighed, his expression weary. “That’ll be fine, Mr. Weaver, my assistant and I will be departing for the time being,” he stated. “Come along, Y/N, we’ve got some preliminary investigating to do.”

You stood, heading to him as you both excused yourselves from Jeremy and the stable hand. The pair of you made it down the steps and out into the open air once more when Zalia’s kind face made an appearance.

“Hello Constable! My father had me wait for you and your assistant to escort you both to the cemetery. We’ve already buried some of the deceased, but Mrs. Rellian and Gregor have yet to have their funerals. My father said you would want to see them,” she said.

“Yes, thank you Miss Hart-”

“Zalia, please,” she said with a beautiful smile.

Jimin usually didn’t get very personal during your cases. He never called people by their first names to avoid attachment-

“Zalia,” he corrected. “Please, lead the way.”

You wanted to hide the sour expression on your face, but Jimin quickly picked up on your lack of subtlety. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

With a sniff you walked forwards. “Nothing, we’ve got work to do,” you said, hiking up your skirts a bit as you stalked after the radiant young woman. She’d done nothing wrong and yet you couldn’t help the fire that lit in your chest at the expression she wore. Eyes glimmering when she looked at Jimin. And he’d said her name. He never said anyone’s names! It was too personal!

With a deep sigh, Jimin followed after you. You were unpredictable sometimes. Jimin usually enjoyed your spontaneity, but right now it was irritating him more than anything. You were correct you both had work to do, but you never worked well if you were upset. It clouded your judgment. And Jimin didn’t have time for you to throw a fit when you’d only just arrived today.

He managed to match your pace as you followed after Zalia.

“Y/N, are you really not going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, voice low.

You gave him a warning glance. “There’s nothing to discuss,” you urged.

Jimin didn’t look convinced but you approached a small graveyard just inside the treeline. You reached back for Jimin unconsciously and he was there, even if you two would spat here and there-it didn’t matter. At the end of the day he had your back and you had his.

His hand squeezed yours and he led you towards the small hut just beside the graveyard they were no doubt using for a morgue and preparation area for the deceased. Zalia stood outside and Mr. Hart was waiting in the doorway speaking with someone who was still inside the hut.

Jimin sighed as he handed you a cloth to cover your nose and mouth with to ease the worst of the smell. Even from here the sweet and sour stench of death hung heavy in the air. As you approached a tall but skinny man stood just inside the hut with an apron and gloves on.

“Constable, Miss Y/N,” Mr. Hart greeted. “This is Doctor Stewart, he’s been our town’s physician for years. He even delivered Zalia,” he said, eyes showing a tenderness towards the young woman who smiled at him.

She seemed chipper as ever.

“Doctor,” Jimin greeted. “I have coroner's training, and my assistant has a keen eye for observation. Would you be able to show us these last two individuals that have yet to be buried? Zalia informed us there was a man and a woman.”

Doctor Stewart nodded. “Yes, Gregor and Lucinda. Gregor was our town crier and worked with the stable hands as well. Lucinda was a seamstress and sold her wares in markets in a few towns over... She’d just gotten back. Her daughter is devastated...”

“Lucinda was my late wife's friend...” Mr. Hart sighed deeply. “I hope they’re taking tea together somewhere better...” Zalia squeezed her father’s arm.

Jimin nodded his sympathies as he looked back at Doctor Stewart. “May we examine the bodies?”

Doctor Stewart looked at you briefly before nodding. “Of course, however I must warn you that the sight is hardly appropriate for a lady,” he warned.

“I’m prepared to see whatever lies ahead, Doctor,” you said with an even tone. “I’ve experienced this before and I can assure you this won’t be my last.”

The doctor merely moved aside and let you and Jimin enter the small space. You were struck by the intensity of the smell first. It was horrific and even Jimin stiffened at the odor. But the worse fact was the sight of their bodies laying on the tables. He’d already done the work of covering them with sheets but there was a very clear issue.

Their heads were missing.

And not just from their bodies but from the scene entirely.

“Where are the heads?” Jimin asked and Doctor Stewart and Mr. Hart both got grim looks on their faces.

Mr. Hart spoke first. “We’ve yet to recover any of the heads that have been taken.”

“Taken?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion on your features.

“H-He takes them, when he kills them he takes the heads with him...”

Zalia’s quiet voice made your heart break. She was petrified of whatever she had running through her head. The vacant look in her eyes told you that much.

“Who?” Jimin asked.

“The horseman,” she whispered. “He takes the heads when he kills them and-!”

“Zalia, enough,” Mr. Hart said. “That is an old horror story told to scare kids-you are a young lady, this rambling about a horseman isn’t becoming.”

She quieted herself with a pout on her face, but you knew she believed it. She believed it was a horseman stealing these people’s heads. It was nothing but a nightmare told to frighten children but you couldn’t help but for the idea gave you pause. You’d seen things in this world you couldn’t quite explain. Just as you read cards that few understood. You wanted to speak to Zalia more about this horseman, even if it turned out to be nothing but a children’s horror story.

“Doctor, can you reveal the bodies to us please?” Jimin asked. Doctor Stewart’s face turned into a grimace as he looked to Mr. Hart who was quick to wrap Zalia up in his arms before he did as instructed.

You held your breath and the sheets were removed. Jimin squeezed your hand as you looked upon the deceased. “Oh God...”

Their heads were cut clean off. Bodies hardly touched other than the odd bruise and scratch. Doctor Stewart had already done their examinations and handed over the report to Jimin.

“They were healthy, Gregor had a slight cough but nothing that wasn’t manageable. Their deaths have been ruled as decapitations. My assistant, Yoongi, wrote up all of my notes and some of his own as well. He traveled to the city to work with Sergeant Namjoon with our case, but he should be back within the week.”

Jimin nodded. You walked closer to the bodies and looked over them. You mapped their skin and noted any irregularities. Doctor Stewart seemed distressed at your lack of care being so near death, but you’d been around plenty in your lifetime. You doubt it would stop now. Jimin watched your figure walking around, he needed to be attuned to you at this moment. And he was making his own mental notes as well. No doubt to be discussed at a later time.

You went to adjust the arm when you felt a shock go through your entire frame. A dark forest surrounded in fog and mist befell your view. The sound of a horse stomping through the earthy soil... Towards you... A steed black as night with vibrant red eyes that seemed to glow in the evening air.

It’s cold. The blade felt like ice as it ripped through-

“Y/N!” Jimin called frantically as he caught you before you hit the ground. He was stunned at the fact you’d collapsed. You’d never done that before during an investigation. Except when...

Jimin’s blood ran cold... You’d seen something again.

It was rare it happened but there were times that you’d see visions. You’d seen things about the cases. How people died. How they spent their last moments burned into your mind.

“Y/N,” he breathed softly, brushing your hair away from your face as you lay limp in his arms.

“Here, a cool cloth for her,” the doctor offered. “On the back of her neck.”

Jimin placed it on your skin and massaged the muscles underneath gently. “Come on, Y/N,” he murmured, resting his head on yours. He hated waiting, he was worried and he needed you to open your eyes and look at him. His heart squeezed painfully, he hoped whatever you were seeing you wouldn’t be too frightened...

You started to rouse a few moments later. You could still feel the ice cold blade slicing through your flesh. Frantically you sat up, Jimin was quick to pull you back. “Easy, Y/N, rest a moment, deep breaths.”

Your heart was hammering against your ribs as you tried desperately to follow his instructions. Seeing what you did and reliving the last moments of these people’s lives was horrifying to say the least. With shaky hands you took the water from Doctor Stewart and sipped slowly. Jimin helped you up the rest of the way and led you outside so you could get some fresh air away from the bodies and death.

The sight from your vision was causing chills to run down your spine. Prickles of fear and anxiety rushed over your skin. You were far away from the small group of people as you sat down near the treeline.

“What happened, Y/N?” Jimin asked, standing beside you.

“They were being chased. Through the forest...” you began. “They were so frightened Jimin, and no one came for them.” The thought petrified you and brought slight tears to your eyes. He sighed heavily before he sat down next to you. His hand found yours and he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“Do you want to return home? Say the word and we can drop this case, Y/N... I don’t care about the NYPD-”

“No-No Jimin it isn’t that,” you said softly. “I don’t want to give up, we’ve only just arrived.”

“We need to be careful, Y/N, there’s a murderer loose in this village and we need to figure out who they are and bring them to justice before anything happens to more people,” he said.

“I’ll do the reading tonight,” you murmured. “We’ll need the information to go further, there’s not enough here to give us any definitives. The cards can guide us.”

Jimin nodded. “Of course, I’m with you...”

“And I’m with you.”

You were scrubbing yourself off in a bath. The warm water soothed the aches and stiffness from traveling all day. A knock came to the door. Mrs. Weaver came in with more hot water and you gave her an appreciative smile.

“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice called from the other side of your bathing screen.

“Yes Jimin, you can sit,” you said. Mrs. Weaver raised a brow at the two of you before heading out of the bathing room entirely, leaving you and Jimin alone.

“What’s wrong Jimin?” You asked, sitting back in the water.

“I read through some of Doctor Stewart’s assistant’s notes, Yoongi. He’s quite thorough, which is good for us. He noticed the pattern of the decapitations are either from the side or from the back, meaning your vision was correct. These people are running away from their attacker.”

You nodded. “It makes sense, I’d run if someone on a horse was chasing me as well... Did you get any more information on this horseman myth Zalia was speaking about?”

Jimin got quieter then. “I interviewed her personally,” he mentioned. “And the story is disturbing to say the least.”

Him interviewing the buxom young woman made your skin feel hot with jealousy... But you breathed in deeply and sank further into the warm water. “Tell me.”

“The headless horseman is a restless spirit. Whether he is an old soldier or mercenary not many know anymore. Zalia explained that the horseman is looking for his head. When he was buried, whoever did it-a witch in some tellings, his fellow soldiers in others, left him without his head-knowing he would rise again. And whomever has his head controls the spirit of the horseman. And she believes that is who the culprit of the murders are.”

“And what do you believe, Jimin?” You asked.

He was quiet for a bit. “I’m not sure Y/N, this entire case is a ball of different mysteries all wrapped up into one. I’m not sure who or what to believe.”

“Trust me?” you breathed.

He was quick to respond this time. “With my life.”

“Hand me the robe over there?” You asked, standing up from the bath and wrapping yourself up in a towel. Jimin’s hand appeared from the other side of the screen, passing you your robe so you could get dressed. You took it and wrapped yourself up in the warm fabric. You walked out with wet hair and Jimin felt his breath catch in his throat. The robe was shorter, leaving your legs more exposed than usual.

Jimin knew you didn’t mind him seeing you like this, but usually he wasn’t so-affected. He’d been your friend for so many years and had noticed your beauty as you’d grown older but… but this was something else entirely.

You grabbed your nightgown and moved towards the changing area, but not before Jimin caught a glimpse of your thigh and swiftly turned his back to give you more privacy. What was the matter with him? You were his best friend, not someone to ogle when he was a little riled up... But he couldn’t help but think of your beauty. Not just your physical attractiveness, but your heart too...

“Jimin?” You asked, walking out in your nightgown and pulling your dressing gown back on. For now, these thoughts would be put to the back of his mind, there were far more important things he needed to focus on. The shapely state of your legs wasn’t one of them. Unfortunately.

“Come on, Y/N, we should probably head to bed,” he said, his voice calm and soothing to your ears. You nodded, following him out of the bathing room and up the steps. When you finally made it to the attic you found yourself more exhausted than you originally thought. Your head swam, eager for sleep. But you and Jimin both knew that you still had work to do.

When he shut the door to your room you both noticed that there was a thick assortment of blankets and pillows on the floor. No doubt Mrs. Weaver was up here to help with that. She was kind enough, if not a little quiet.

You moved to your luggage and found your cards tucked away in the subtle compartment that you’d personally stitched into it. The box felt solid and comfortable in your hands. Opening it you pulled your deck out and moved towards the small table that sat right underneath the window next to the fireplace. Jimin moved to sit with you, collecting the notebook he wrote in during your readings. When you both were settled, you started shuffling.

“What would you like to ask first?”

Jimin thought for a moment. “What kind of evil are we dealing with?”

You shuffled the cards until you felt the need to stop. When you turned the card over your blood ran cold.

“Upright Devil...” You murmured.

Jimin stiffened in his seat and you looked at him with concerned features. But he wrote the card and its position down. “Usually your deck isn’t so literal.”

“Ask direct questions, get direct answers,” you warned.

“How soon before we discover the culprit behind these murders?”

You shuffled again, turning over the card and placing it on the table. “Upright Ace of Wands. Wands burn quickly-we will know the answer within days...”

“Are we in danger?” Jimin asked aloud. You shuffled the deck, laying down the next card.When you turned it over a frown curled across your features. The card was blank.

“This isn’t good... Someone is trying to tamper with my reading...” You murmured softly. You went to touch your deck when heat flared out from them. In shock you dropped them to the ground, watching as smoke and ash started curling up into the air from the deck. Your heart broke at the sight of your beloved cards burning... Instinctually you went to try and save them if you could. But, it was far too late. Whomever cursed your deck had succeeded. Your cards were gone.

Tears burned in your eyes. Jimin approached with shock written across his face. “W-What on Earth was that?” He asked.

“Someone knows Jimin. Someone knows exactly what I’m capable of, and I think that is the very person we came here to locate,” you murmured.

Jimin felt his throat tighten at the information. If someone knew that meant they were already ten steps ahead of you and Jimin both. You understood now why Namjoon had sent you and Jimin here.

There truly was something supernatural going on, and you and Jimin very well might be the only people able to stop it.

The darkness of the night felt suffocating. Black surrounded the edges of your vision. The smell of sulfur and ash stung your nose as you tried not to choke on the rotten stench. A high pitched snort cut through the night and you turned to find him. Large frame, leather armor strapped down with a long burgundy cape billowing out behind him. No head sat atop his body... His horse stood tall, black as obsidian and lit by the piercing light of the moon peeking through the clouds. The horse pawed at the Earth, bright red eyes staring you down. The smell of the damp soil filled your nose and you realized you were alone... Jimin was nowhere to be seen. Your heart thudded in your chest as your palms started to sweat. The deep, ice cold fear trickled down your spine as you took notice of the large broadsword that was attached to the figure’s side. No doubt that weapon could cut your head off with ease, slicing through your neck like butter.

You couldn’t help your fight or flight-so you ran, taking off into the forest without ceremony. Your feet took off faster than your mind, but the horseman gave chase shortly thereafter. The steed carried his master quickly and effectively through the underbrush of the woods. You ducked and turned and jumped, trying desperately to get away from whomever this was. Whatever it was. Your lungs ached and the sound of the horse was only getting closer. Dread clung to your heart like a wet blanket.

You were going to die out here.

Young trees and pricking briars stung your flesh as you tried to move through the forest quickly and in a sporadic manner. If you could just get to the clearing for the village. Perhaps you could get to Jimin and-

Just as you managed to turn the corner, the horseman caught you by the scruff of your hair, yanking you back as you tumbled to the ground in a heap. The horseman hauled your head up, brandishing his blade and started bringing it down. With what you were certain to be your last breaths you screamed for the one person you could think of.

“JIMIN!”

Warm hands caressed your face.

“Y/N! Hey, hey easy,” his sweet voice called.

Your eyes flew open, Jimin’s concerned face coming into your view. Tears welled up in your eyes, moving quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck. He brought you in close, rubbing your back as you trembled in his hold.

“Y/N… what happened?” Jimin asked-shocked by your outburst. He’d been sleeping by the fireplace before you started crying out in your slumber. “Sweets, deep breaths...” he cooed. Your body was shaking hard at the fear and how real that fucking nightmare felt. Were you reliving what happened to someone else? Or... Or were you fortelling something? Was that your future if you stayed on the current path you were on?

“I’m scared,” you whispered. “It was so real, Minie,” you said, the simple childhood nickname you’d given him that only appeared when you wanted something or you were truly frightened.

Jimin scooped you up and sat down with you curled up in his lap. He pet your hair and rested against you, letting your hand splay across his chest to feel the rhythmic beating of his heart. “I’m here, you’re safe with me, Y/N-I promise,” he said, voice that soothing vanilla timbre that had always been sweet and warm.

When you finally could look him in the eyes he gave you a gentle smile. Wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb.

Jimin was frightened for you, but panicking would only worsen this situation. When you could talk you would, and he’d help you like he always does. Something dark was here, and it was already showing him and you how powerful it was. Jimin could feel your hiccups and cries softening when you leaned back to look at him.

Your eyes were bright with tears in the night, sparkling from the light of the stars and moon outside the window. You were so... beautiful.

Jimin hadn’t really noticed before. A sweet face with mischievous brows that would wrinkle when you were up to no good. Cheeks that he would pinch and poke when you were mad at him for whatever reason. A cute nose that would always run during the springtime. Lips that looked soft and begging for a kiss-

Jimin inhaled deeply, trying to control his thoughts. You were frightened and this was not the time to observe your beauty. “You’re alright, Y/N,” he said, bringing you back into his embrace. “Don’t be frightened...”

You wrapped around him again, arms winding across his neck and shoulders. Your head settled on his collarbone as you both watched the fire. It was small and would no doubt be out by morning, but just resting against his frame was calming your racing mind. All you could think about was him. His strong arms and lithe frame curling into you, his warm palms running over your back and hip as he held you close.

He spoke his next words into your hair. “What happened sweets, what did you see?” he said, voice soft and breathy. Your grip on his shoulders tightened and he squeezed your hip. “I’m here, nothing will hurt you while I’m here so please Y/N,” he said. “Tell me what you saw?”

“The horseman,” you whimpered. “It chased me through the forest and when it caught me I...”

“Okay,” Jimin murmured when your voice turned teary once more. “No more, don’t think about it anymore tonight, just relax.”

You sniffled early into the morning, Jimin rocking back and forth slowly as the sun started to rise. Finally, as the fire turned to embers then to coals you fell asleep and Jimin didn’t have it in him to move. So he pulled you under the covers with him, letting you curl up against him as you shared your warmth.

As he started to lull into slumber he swore he saw something move from underneath the door, as if... as if someone was watching the pair of you. Jimin couldn’t think much longer on it as sleep pulled him under into the black abyss of warmth.

The next four days passed rather uneventfully. No one had ever witnessed the horseman taking a life. So there were no witnesses to interview.

You and Jimin tried to gather as much information as you could. Speaking with the townspeople and trying to understand what had happened and why the village has been thrown into such dark times when the place seemed quite quiet and uneventful prior.

The only thing you and Jimin discovered was the death of the current Mayor’s wife had come as a shock to the small community, and Zalia had been grieving for months on end. She’d only just recently started coming outside and being herself once more.

However, the young woman had started giving you a headache. She had been following you and Jimin around like a little lovesick puppy and it was making you nauseous. You didn’t think she was a bad kid, but honestly? The whole doe eyed bit wasn’t exactly innocuous.

She’d been trying to get Jimin alone and you were rather powerless to stop her. Jimin hadn’t exactly stopped her, and he didn’t seem to find anything wrong with her following you both around for the time being.

If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was starting to become smitten with the little minx. The rage that boiled in your belly festered over the few days, causing you to snap and be rude to Jimin at random points.

You didn’t like being mean to him, you didn’t like snapping. But the obliviousness of him and the forward attitude of the little sprite had you irritated and wanting nothing more than to scrub yourself clean. Especially after the long day you and Jimin had today. She’d watched him and you work your asses off and hadn’t offered her assistance once, just ogling Jimin while his muscles strained to finish the task.

At the end of the evening you’d gone to the bathing room. You and Jimin had exhumed the other bodies today with Doctor Stewart and Min Yoongi and it had been a shit load of digging and you just wanted to bathe.

Jimin had taken the brunt of your sour attitude today and he was exhausted. But he knew once you’d bathed you’d feel better. He sat outside the bathing room when Zalia approached, a sweet smile on her face.

“Hello Constable!” she said, voice soft and pleasant.

“Hi Zalia,” he nodded. “How are you this evening? Did you get dinner from your father?”

Zalia’s face remained neutral as she placed her hands behind her back and leaned forward. “I’ve been looking for you...”

“Me?” Jimin asked.

She nodded, locks of chocolate brown hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders. “Yes, but Miss Y/N is always around so I can’t ever speak with you alone...”

“Well anything related to our case I have to share with Y/N anyways so-”

Zalia moved closer, her chest starting to level with Jimin’s face. “And if it doesn’t have to do with your case?”

Jimin coughed, turning his head uncomfortably. “Zalia, I’ve had a long day and I’d wish to simply bathe and go to sleep. What can I do for you?”

“Kiss me,” she whispered, leaning in to capture his lips. Jimin was so stunned he didn’t even move until the door opened and you stood there in your bathing robe. He pulled back quickly but the look on your face said it all. You’d seen. And you were furious.

“What the fuck...?” you breathed.

Zalia got a faux look of innocence on her face. “Miss Y/N! I didn’t know you were in there.”

You scoffed aloud, disbelief and hurt crossing your features. You had no right to be hurt, because it had just been made painfully clear to you that you and Jimin will never be anything more than friends. Without a glance in his direction you shoved past Zalia and headed towards the steps with fury in your wake.

Jimin sighed and went to follow you when Zalia grabbed his wrist. “Don’t, she’s so mean to you Constable. I’m kind and sweet and I’d make a great wife-”

“You are not kind,” he said, turning to look at her. “You are a spoiled and vindictive young child. I am not interested in taking a wife like that. Go to your father, we don’t require any more help from you.”

With that Jimin wrenched his wrist from her tight grip and headed up the steps after you. When Jimin finally made it to the top you had shut the door and locked it. He sighed heavily as he rested his head against the door. “Sweets... let me in please?” he asked, voice thick from running up the steps so fast.

“Go away Jimin.”

“I can’t, you know I can’t until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said, sitting down and leaning against the door.

You sat on the other side of the door, big tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried not to cry like an adolescent. But you couldn’t help the well of emotions that opened up when you saw the man you’ve adored for almost twenty years at this point... kissing someone else.

You know Jimin isn’t innocent in the way of women. He went to college and was away for some months and there was a difference when he came back. He was always your Jimin but, for a time it felt different. You assumed he’d had sex and kissed people. But you didn’t think about it often, it hurt too much. And now to have seen it? Right in front of you?

Your little heart shattered.

“It’s nothing,” you said, sniffling and rubbing your eyes.

“If you’re crying it’s not nothing,” he said through the door. “Let me in, Y/N...”

“No,” you said. “Go away, leave me alone.”

Jimin sighed through his nose and rubbed his temple. “Y/N, don’t act like a child, tell me now. What’s all this about?”

“You’re so stupid,” you said with an incredulous laugh. “No woman wants to see the man they love kissing someone else,” you said weakly.

Jimin could hardly believe what you said. “Y/N... don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not,” you sniffled. “Why would I lie about it now? I thought I was fairly obvious this time.”

His brain could hardly fathom what he was hearing. You? Love him? It was no secret you adored Jimin but for it to be in this manner? His mind was reeling. He needed to see you. “Open the door,” he said firmly.

“Just go away for the love of-”

“I love you too.”

You froze. Standing then to take hold of the handle to the door. You didn’t know if you could open it or not honestly. With the way your knees were trembling at his words you couldn’t be certain you wouldn’t fall. Call it melodramatic but to finally have the man you’ve loved for over a decade say he loves you.

With those thoughts in your head you whipped the door open to find a very stunned Jimin on the other side. “You better not be lying to me, Park Jimin.”

Jimin seemed almost insulted as you had been earlier. “I’m not lying-mm!”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and brought your lips together. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer. He melded his mouth to yours and walked you backwards into your room. He kicked the door shut with his foot and brought his hands to your face as he pulled away.

You tried to kiss him again but Jimin held you in place. “How long?”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“How long have you been in love with me?” he asked, brushing your hair back, lips heading for your neck.

“Since we were children,” you breathed, arms winding across his shoulders and upper back.

Jimin placed gentle kisses along your neck and throat, hands wandering to your lower back. You mewled softly at his proximity and tenderness, but pulled back just a bit.

“Tell me what happened with Zalia,” you said, pupils blown wide while you panted.

“She said she was looking for me, I asked what I could do for her but then she kissed me and you opened the door. I swear that’s what happened, Y/N,” he said, eyes pleading.

You sighed and nodded, believing him. Zalia was a child, no doubt she was just trying to get to you by doing this. “I believe you.”

He smiled at you then, kissing you with a firmer pressure than last time. “Will you allow me some liberties tonight?”

You raised a brow at him. “Depends on what kind of liberties you’re asking for.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but you knew it was in jest. “Let me kiss you,” he said, nosing at your pulsepoint while his hands wandered a bit. “Tell me if you don’t like something?” he said, eyes now locked with yours. “You must tell me... I just want to please you.”

Your eyes widened at his blatant suggestion but you nodded anyway. “Yes, all of me is yours,” you said, turning to kiss him once more.

Jimin’s hands found your ass, squeezing it firmly, making you gasp at the rough handling. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth deftly. His kiss was eager yet patient, cradling your head before he moved away for a brief moment. “I must wash myself... would you like to help me?” Jimin asked.

You could feel the heat in your face, desperate that Jimin wouldn’t mention your coy attitude. “Yes, I’ll help you.”

He smiled, leading you towards the vanity that the washing basin was set in. Jimin sat you down in the chair as he approached with purpose. His hands were on his waist coat quickly, undoing the fastenings as he removed his shirts. When his chest was bare you felt your heart start to race. He stood right in front of you, his sleek physique and lithe frame sending your mind into a tailspin.

Jimin took the cloth and water basin and used the cool water to start washing his chest. “Help me?” he asked, bringing your hand to the washcloth. You did as he asked, stunned at what was happening but too aroused to stop. He’d said he loved you. You believed him, because the look in his eyes as he stared at you now was so intense. He wasn’t hiding anything anymore. The care and love for you was prominent in his eyes and it made your heart squeeze as he moved closer to kiss you as you washed his chest with the cool water. Jimin moaned when you ran the chilled cloth over his nipple, the feeling going straight to his groin.

“Jimin...” you breathed against his lips as he trailed your hand with his over his stomach and daring a swipe beneath the band of his trousers. You gasped when Jimin tossed the cloth away and brought you into his embrace once more. Your bare hand made contact with his chest and he shivered at the touch. His skin was warm and heated to the touch, and he smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. And something else that was just distinctly Jimin. “I thought you needed help bathing?”

His husky chuckled filled the room. “I’ll bathe later, right now I need to touch you... I need you to touch me... You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, capturing your earlobe in his lips as he gently wrapped around you in a way that was so familiar yet new. “Do you trust me?” he asked, looking into your eyes then.

His were deep and dark and full of warmth and lust. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Always,” you murmured as you brought your lips together again, winding your fingers into his long dark hair. He groaned when you tugged eagerly.

“Hold on to me,” he said. When you tightened your arms around his neck Jimin picked you up, his hands settling on your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He laid you back on the bed, looking at you with all the stars in the night sky encased in his gaze.

“Touch me,” you whispered, reaching for him.

“You’re certain?” he said, voice soft and kind.

“Yes, I’m positive. Please,” you said.

Jimin didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands slipped beneath your dressing gown to make contact with your bare legs. The feeling of your soft skin had Jimin swallowing thickly. To finally have you here, in bed with him and to want him there. His heart was hammering in his chest. He peeled the dressing gown open and was shocked to see your completely bare body beneath him. His eyes found yours quickly and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“Fuck...” he groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a brief kiss. He then moved to your jaw as he intertwined your fingers together. He sighed against your collarbone and brought one of his hands to your chest, palms warming your breasts as he trailed his lips further to join his hand.

“Minie...” you breathed softly. “Please, more...”

Your wish was his command, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it gingerly. His hand massaged your other breast and you writhed beneath him with sweet whimpers falling from your puffy lips. Jimin smirked against your chest, if you were whining this much already he couldn’t wait to touch your sweet center.

It was overwhelming and passionate and everything you were hoping it was going to be. This moment with him made your heart race in your ribs as you felt his hands trailing lower. “Still okay?” Jimin asked, looking at you.

“Yes, I’m okay-keep going,” you whispered. Jimin nodded, his hand finally making it’s way to your core while his mouth stayed on your chest for a while longer. His fingers gently cupped your sex and it sent shivers of bliss down your spine.

“You’re so wet...” he murmured, blowing cool air on the heated skin of your breast. Jimin licked his lips before shuffling down the bed to get a better look at you. His mind was still reeling at the fact he had you like this. But the longer he looked the more shy you became, hands trying to cover yourself when he placed a tender kiss on your thigh. You squeaked in shock but otherwise watched with big eyes. He adjusted you so your knees hooked on either of his shoulders as he kneeled between your legs.

Your heart was in your throat. Was he really going to do this? Were you really going to do this? There was no doubt in your mind you wanted him, but there was also no return from this course. You knew you’d never get his lips out of your mind just from kissing. What would you do when you discovered how alluring his mouth can be?

“May I?” He asked, features pleading and earnest. “I want to please you...”

With a tentative nod you gave your consent. “Yes...”

Jimin wasted no more time, capturing your lower lips in a hot kiss. You choked out a moan, head falling back as piercing bliss flooded your veins. It was almost overwhelming to have such a sensation. The pleasure curling down your spine and pulsing through you with every rapid beat of your heart.

“A-Ahh~” You cried, voice whiny and soft as Jimin gave heady licks to your center as he gripped your thighs. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you tried to keep yourself from humping his face like a mad woman. But you’d never had pleasure such as this. Your own fingers and pillows had never been this sharp and precise with your arousal and Jimin was determined to make you cream his face.

“Yes, fuck you taste so good,” he said, moving back for a moment to lick his lips and look into your eyes. Your vision was glassy, eyes lidded and chest heaving from pleasure. Jimin felt his arousal in his trousers, tight and uncomfortable as he tried to adjust himself. You watched with morbid curiosity as his cock inflated.

You’d read dirty books before, listened in on other conversations from women your age about their husbands. But to experience it, to experience him was something else entirely. Jimin leaned back in for another lick to your center. The feeling was still as arousing as before, if not more so as he eagerly worked you up towards an orgasm.

“J-Jimin!” You whined, voice pitched as your center leaked more and more arousal because of him. Jimin licked it up, placing his puffy lips on your clit and sucking it into his sinful mouth as he introduced a finger into your core. You winced briefly as his fingers were bigger than yours but you quickly relaxed into the new sensation.

“Yes sweets, that’s a good girl, cum for me,” he breathed. He gently curled his digit inside of you, touching a spot inside that had you writhing for more. His lips formed a soft smile as he pushed one more finger into your entrance.

“Ah!” you cried, feeling the sensations tumble through you with no warning. You came harshly, Jimin’s sweet yet devilish mouth and tender touches had your body overwhelmed with pleasure. “J-Jimin...”

He licked his lips as he pulled back when your tummy twitched with sensitivity. His cock was throbbing in his pants but he wasn’t going to go any further without your permission. “I should stop... If I don’t stop I will take you before I even properly ask you to be mine...”

You looked at him with wide eyes as he caressed your face in his palm. His expression hadn’t changed. His lust was strong but the love and adoration he had for you was finally revealed and he wouldn’t hide it now. There was no point. He was wholly yours, and you were his. This is what you always knew to be true in your heart, but now? Now you were naked and in the warmth of your bed you found yourself melting against him.

“What about you?” you asked, looking down at his bulge and Jimin chuckled softly.

“I’m fine sweets, really-”

“Jimin,” you said softly, hand splaying across his chest as he looked into your eyes. “I want more of you. C-Can I have all of you?”

His face turned flushed, your bold statement disarming him for a moment. “Are you certain this is what you want? I don’t want to do something like this without you being sure-”

“Jimin,” you said again, hands cradling his face. “All of me belongs to you, my heart, my soul, every inch and every sour mood-it’s all yours, as long as you’re mine too.”

The heat in his belly was way too hot, burning him up from the inside out. Liquid fire coursed through his veins as he laid himself over you again, your naked frame curling around his partially clothed one.

Jimin couldn’t hold off, he kissed you with fervor, his lips and hands hardly able to stay in one spot of your body. “Fuck, I’m so hard baby,” he whispered hot against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his jaw as you felt him running his thumb through your lower lips.

“M-Minie,” you mewled, back arching as he dipped his thumb inside your still soaking wall. “F-Feels good, want you,” you begged.

He smirked. “Yes baby, anything you want,” he said while thrusting his thick digit inside you a few times. You writhed underneath his ministrations, feeling the heat and dark pleasure swirling in your gut again.

“More...” you said, reaching forward to grope his bulge gingerly.

Jimin rutted forwards a bit, licking his lips as he looked down at you. The passionate gaze in his eyes caused shocks of electricity to spark through you. He took your lips in another kiss as he dipped both of your hands beneath the band of his trousers.

“Touch me here, gently like this,” he said, spitting in your palm before curling your fist in his palm around his cock. He moaned erotically as your skin touched his, pressure and warmth filling his stomach with butterflies.

“Wow... you’re so hard,” you murmured, shocked by the new sensations of being with him. You’d never felt anything like this. His cock was thick and heavy in your palm, a subtle pulse going through your body as you watched Jimin’s face. His brows pinched like it hurt, but his mouth was hanging open slightly as you started to pump him. He shivered at the action, his hand doing less and less as you took over the action.

Jimin tugged his pants down and off of his frame, only letting you relinquish him for a moment before his hand was guiding you by the wrist back to his aching dick. “M-More,” he moaned, mirroring your desperate pleas early. Unlike the demonic tease that was Park Jimin, you were merciful as you let your hand cover his length again. You brought your hand to the top of his length before swiping your thumb over his tip, making a sweet whine come from his throat.

You smiled at him as he started thrusting into your fist, the momentum of his hips causing you to rock with the motion.

“Is it good, Minie?” you asked, biting your lip while giving him a nervous expression.

“Yes sweets,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “It’s very good, feels nice to have you touch me...”

“Jimin,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Will... will you put it in now?” you asked.

His eyes widened a touch before filling with lust. “Yes, spread your legs,” he said, moving back a touch. You felt the heat spreading through your cheeks as you did as instructed, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Jimin was patient, his hands rubbing along your legs as he held you by the back of your knees. His lips trailed along your shins, licking and sucking bites into your flesh as he made his way up your frame. The amount of preparation he was giving you made your mind reel. Every part of you would be kissed and mapped out by the end of this night if he kept it up.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited. You didn’t know what to expect. You’d read dirty books before and had your fair share of heated nights in your bed alone but, to have someone else’s hands and lips on you... The sensations were ten fold now and you couldn’t help but tremble in anticipation.

You jumped when he rubbed his cock on your wet lower lips. “Easy, Y/N, deep breathe for me,” he said, spitting in his palm to rub on his length. You did as he said, gripping the sheets as you waited for him to finally be inside of you.

Finally, finally he sunk in slowly. You whimpered at the foreign feeling, but Jimin leaned down to kiss you as he found your clit to ease any pain. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pushed the rest inside of you.

“Jimin!” you cried, the stinging pain of his entry slowly dulling as time went on. A full feeling filling the base of your belly.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay,” he sang softly, kissing you again.

Your heart eased as the sensations became more and more familiar, the fullness turning from aching pain to an odd form of pleasure.

It was nothing you’d ever felt before. “Okay,” you encouraged, hips wiggling in need. “It’s okay now,” you said, voice soft in the night.

Jimin nodded, giving a few tentative thrusts that took your breath away. “Fuck... so tight, so wet baby,” he breathed, his voice strained.

“Oh... Jimin,” you said, head tilting back into the sheets as you began the sinful dance of lust and desire.

Jimin’s hips moved fluidly against yours. Your fingers dug into his upper back, the pleasure wholly overwhelming but not in a bad way. You felt so hot, your skin was burning up as his hands caressed different parts of you. His hands on your ass as he pounded you harshly against the bed, your nails carving hot marks into his skin. But all he could do was smile as you cried out for him.

“Yeah baby, take me,” he purred, voice sin itself in your ears, setting you aflame in the darkness of the night. His cock was relentless inside of you, hitting all the spots you didn’t know you were so desperate for him.

“P-Please, keep going,” you begged, voice pitched and breathy in his ear. Jimin felt his stomach clench in bliss at your fucked out tone.

“Turn over,” he told you, pulling from your soaking pussy with a soft hiss.

You nodded eagerly, turning over as Jimin handed you a pillow to rest on. His hands smoothed over your ass before leading his weeping cock back to your center with ease. Once you were comfortable and his cock was nestled deep inside your sweet cunt he started his rhythm up again.

“M-Minie!” You called, gripping the sheets between your fingers desperately as you tried to hold on to the last inch of your sanity.

Jimin smirked at your pretty face shoved into the sheets as he pounded your eager core with his thick cock. “Feels good baby?” he asked, tone dark but sweet.

“Yes! Feels so good inside me,” you whined out. The bliss and desire swirled in your belly, an orgasm no doubt coming soon.

“You’re getting tighter,” Jimin groaned. “Fuck, fuck are you gonna cum?” he huffed, looking down at you with a lust driven gaze.

You nodded quickly, feeling the cord tightening within you.

“Then you better be a good girl and cum for me sweets,” Jimin purred, resting his chest on your back as he wrapped one arm around your lower stomach and brought his fingers to your aching clit.

You pushed your hips back against his and mewled loudly as Jimin felt your orgasm fall over you. Your body tensed and relaxed quickly, causing you to shudder in bliss as your cunt sucked him harder, then fluttered over his throbbing cock.

“Give it to me baby, that’s a good girl sweets,” he cooed, kissing your jaw as he slowed his thrusts down to ease the sensitivity you’d feel in a moment.

“M-Minie...” you hiccuped, eyes teary from the sensations.

Jimin smiled at your sweet face, kissing your head tenderly. “Too much? Need me to stop?” He asked, hips slowing to a stop.

“No-you too, want you to cum too,” you flushed, features bashful but still needy.

Jimin didn’t need more motivation, his hips picking back up into a slower but deeper rhythm, his cock brushed against that one spot. It had you seeing stars and your body jolted in slight sensitivity. But he didn’t stop, and you keened honeyed moans at him, your sweet sounds filling his ears and causing his cock to harden even further inside of you.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he growled out, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I-I’m close, where do you want it?” he asked, breaths coming in pants as the pleasure swirled and filled his belly.

“Doesn’t matter Minie, I’m yours,” you cried, cunt clenching tight once more.

“Yes baby, and I’m yours,” he moaned, biting down on your shoulder as he felt himself let go. You gasped at the feeling, not quite enough to bring you to the cusp again, but the whines and grunts from Jimin made you throb all the same.

Without a word Jimin pulled out to turn you over and brought his lips to your swollen and sensitive core once more. You squeaked out in shock but quickly found yourself melting against his soft and hot mouth.

“Oh Jimin, please,” you moaned.

“One more baby, give me one more,” he said, introducing his fingers into your dripping center. His and your climaxes smeared against your thighs as they trembled from the overstimulation.

“J-Jimin!” you cried, the pleasured cord snapping within you for the third and final time. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you tried to keep your breathing even. Jimin crawled over top of you, a smile on his glistening lips.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N,” he said, wiping his mouth before leaning down to kiss you. “Fuck I love you...”

“Jimin... I love you too,” you breathed against his lips.

“Rest here sweets, I’ll get you something to clean up with,” he said, standing and heading towards the linen closet in the corner. You laid there and stared at the ceiling, mind racing with the night's events, your body still in the blissful afterglow of three orgasms with the man you love.

When he returned he did with a cool cloth and sweet lips laid across tender areas of skin. He insisted on cleaning you, chuckling with you as you snuggled under the sheets once you were both clean again.

Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and the warm blankets as you both stared at the night outside the window. You felt small and safe in his embrace, the night and his body coddling you as you started to lull into a slumber.

You both smiled as you fell asleep, hanging onto the other tightly-as neither of you could’ve anticipated what the morning would bring.

Jimin and you awoke to banging on the attic door.

“Constable! Miss Y/N! Wake up! Mayor Hart is here to speak with you both, Zalia’s gone missing,” Mrs. Weaver called through the wooden door.

You and Jimin jolted awake as you both looked bashful at the other when you discovered your states of undress, and memories of the night before swirled in both of your heads.

Jimin called out first. “Yes, Mrs. Weaver, Y/N and I will be down promptly.”

The pair of you got out of bed, but not before a sweet kiss from Jimin. “We will talk about us soon, yes?” he asked, holding your face in his palms.

“Yes,” you said, accepting another kiss before getting out of bed and heading towards your changing screen. You noticed Jimin watching your frame walking away and you couldn’t help but feel the flutter in your chest.

You and Jimin dressed quickly, throwing your clothes on in record time, ensuring you both looked presentable before heading towards the steps.

When you got downstairs Mayor Hart stood there with a grim expression. “Constable, Miss Y/N,” he said. “Please help me, my Zalia has gone missing.”

You shared a worried glance with Jimin before looking at the distressed Mayor.

“Where was she last seen?” You asked.

“She ran off into the woods,” Mr. Weaver said. “Last night, she took off into the woods after speaking with the good constable here,” he said with a sneer.

Mayor Hart looked between the innkeeper and Jimin with confusion. “What do you mean? What happened? Why would she run off, Constable?”

“We had a disagreement,” you said. Mr. Weaver scoffed but you pressed on. “But I thought she would’ve gone home, not to the woods.”

“We need to find her,” Mr. Hart exclaimed. “With a mad killer on the loose anything could happen to her!”

“We’ll start a search party,” Jimin said. “Anyone able bodied will go,” he stated firmly.

“I’ll gather Yoongi and Dr. Stewart. Weaver we’ll need horses,” he added.

The innkeeper nodded, heading towards the stables without a word. Mr. Hart took off towards the doctor’s home, leaving you and Jimin alone once more.

A twisting sensation started in your stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong…

You wrapped your hand around Jimin’s and squeezed, making him look at you with concern.

“What is it?” He asked, voice pitched with worry.

“Something is wrong, Jimin, I can feel it. Something is off,” you whispered, as if the ground beneath you could hear your troubled thoughts if you spoke them too loudly. Your heart was racing, palms turning sweaty at the fear coursing through you. Your eyes rapidly covered the village, and yet there was nothing out of place.

But you could feel it. Almost as if it were a palpable object you could hold. The icy grip of fear coiled in your belly, causing you to grip Jimin’s hand tighter.

“Sweets,” he said softly, turning so he was the only thing in your line of sight. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?” You were going to start panicking if you kept it up. Your breathing was accelerated like you’d been jogging, he was worried you’d work yourself into a panic attack if you kept going.

“You can’t feel that?” you asked, dread thick and heavy like a wet blanket over your shoulders.

“No baby, I don’t,” he said, sympathy crossing his features.

“Here, a horse,” Mr. Weaver said, leading one steed over to you and Jimin, already saddled up and ready to go. “Shouldn’t be a problem for you to share, hm?” he asked, raising a brow.

Jimin shifted in discomfort before taking the lead from the innkeep. With that he took the horse and helped you up before climbing up himself. You in front and him holding the reigns in the back.

Once you and Jimin were settling on the horse you headed towards the edge of the forest where Mr. Hart and now Dr. Stewart plus Min Yoongi.

“Constable, Miss Y/N,” he greeted, raising a hand to you both. Jimin had taken a liking to Yoongi over the day spent exhuming the other victims.

Well, he had taken a liking to pestering him more accurately.

“Hello Yoongi,” Jimin said. “Are you joining the search party?”

He shook his head. “No, I have to do some more examinations for Doctor Stewart. But, if you’re still looking by the time I’m done I will join, Mr. Weaver said he had an extra horse or two.”

Jimin nodded. There were a few more of the local farmers and some villagers that had offered up their assistance. People were going to go in packs of two or three, some on foot others on their own horses. A few people even had dogs they were going to use to hopefully locate the young woman.

Mayor Hart made it to the front of the small crowd and spoke loudly. “We’ll start out by Hollow’s Creek and move our way back towards the village. She could be anywhere, and so could the killer that’s been terrorizing our home. Stick together, do not lose your partner! Make sure you’re back before sundown. Be safe everyone, thank you for helping me locate my daughter,” he said, the pain in his eyes real.

You and Jimin followed Mayor Hart first, heading in after him as the rest of the people knew the layout of the land a little better.

The further into the forest you got, the more and more uneasy you felt. There was something wrong about these woods, there was something wrong about the trees and how they shifted in the wind. You could tell when things were shifted out of balance, energies had a funny way of hiccuping in normal day to day life. How do you explain when you’re having an ‘off-day’, hm?

But here in this forest, the energy, the veil between life and death itself seemed... skewed. Things were running in the corner of your eyes, making you think you’d seen Zalia. After the third or fourth time, Jimin sighed and forced your horse to a stop.

“Y/N, do I need to take you back to the Inn?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t want you out here alone,” you said, your hand gripping his. “Please...”

Jimin sighed, and nodded. “I’m sorry, it’s been a few hours and yet we have nothing to show for it.”

That’s when you noticed, Mayor Hart had gotten away from the two of you.

“Jimin... where...?” You asked, voice wavering with concern.

He shook his head, looking around in confusion. “But he was just... we... saw him,” he murmured.

“Constable! Miss Y/N! We need to go!”

You and Jimin both turned to see Doctor Stewart heading up towards you on his horse. He was panting and flushed, the horse clearly agitated.

“Doctor Stewart,” you breathed, relief filling you.

“Hurry before-gah!”

You both gasped in shock and fear as he fell from his horse, his head rolling off to the side. His horse bolted, taking off into the forest. However, behind Doctor Stewart’s body was the Horseman...

He was just as he appeared in your dream. His broadsword was large and glistening with fresh blood. It was dripping off the tempered steel in thick rivers of crimson, falling to the ground in heavy drops. The horse was large and dark, a sleek black coat covering it. Deep burgundy eyes gazed at you, as if they were looking directly into your soul. Even as tall as the Horseman and his steed were, you knew he should be taller still. But there was nothing above his shoulders. His neck was cauterized and dark, thick chunks of skin and muscles wrapped around to form the stump his head should sit atop of. And yet, there was nothing there.

He moved forward, collecting Doctor Stewart’s head.

He takes the head as he searches for his...

“Jimin...” you breathed. “We have to go, we have to go right now, go!”

He didn’t wait any longer, snapping the reins and sending you and the horse hurtling forward through the forest.

You heard the Horseman’s steed paw at the ground a few times before the galloping began. You and Jimin had a head start, but the long strides of the other horse would catch you quickly. There was nothing you could do, and if that damned thing caught up to you it would kill you and Jimin just as quickly as it had Doctor Stewart.

Your horse bolted through the forest, seemingly to know the way back home. However, you were quickly overtaken. Your horse fell after a shot from the Horseman took out one of its legs. You and Jimin fell off the buckling horse, rolling into the dirt and leaves of the damp forest floor.

The wind was knocked out of you as you fell hard on your side, Jimin was pitched to the opposite side of you, his hand on his head that was now bleeding.

The Horseman was circling the two of you. You crawled towards him, reaching him to check his head. “Minie,” you whispered, holding his head as his eyes seemed to go in and out of focus. “Look at me, hey,” you said, voice weak and frightened.

“Run baby,” he begged, you could tell he was working on not passing out. “He’ll take me first, run.”

“I’m not leaving you, ever,” you said. “If he takes you then he’ll take me too.”

“No...”

The sound of the steed got closer. You wrapped your arms around him and waited, ready to feel the ice of the steel cut your flesh all over again when-

“Halt.”

The Horseman stopped. The steed was steady, if not disgruntled that the hunt had been, apparently, called off. You and Jimin looked at each other before looking towards the voice.

There stood Mr. Weaver, on a horse with a cloaked figure behind him. “The mistress doesn’t want to lose the Constable,” he said with a firm tone.

You and Jimin both shared worried glances before Mr. Weaver and the cloaked figure got down from the horse.

Zalia’s head of curly brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders as the emerald green cloak fell around her body. You were stunned.

“You...”

Zalia smirked softly. “Didn’t think I was capable of it huh? Well, I showed you,” she said with a little proud lift of her head. “This is what real magic is, nothing like those foolish cards you were tampering with.”

Your heart ached at the mention of your cards.

“So you’re the one who destroyed them...”

“Well I couldn’t have you reveal me too soon now could I? My fun was merely just beginning. But now that I’ve got your full attention,” Zalia said with a swing in her hips as she approached. “I’m going to have fun ripping you apart.”

“Your father is-”

SMACK.

Your head was turned fully to the side as Zalia’s strike stung across your cheek. “Don’t mention that fucking worthless man. He’s hardly a father to me. He merely married my mother, and then forced me to watch her die when I had the power to bring her back... I still do.”

Jimin watched in horror as the Horseman stood idly by, as if awaiting his next orders.

“You summoned this?” he asked, looking at her for confirmation.

“You’d be surprised what women can do constable, even with just a little magic,” she said, snapping her fingers and Mr. Weaver’s eyes glimmered green.

“He’s... What?” Jimin asked.

“And you too,” she murmured, snapping her fingers again and suddenly-Jimin was moving to stand.

“Jimin-what are you-ack!” Jimin had stood up, hauling you to your feet as well, but instead of holding you close, his arms locked around your neck.

“Keep her there constable, I’m going to have some fun,” she sneered.

You tried to wiggle out of Jimin’s hold but it was no use. He was solid against you, and you had a feeling whatever Zalia did to him, it wasn’t something to be so easily broken.

“Now, Miss Y/N,” she said, stalking back towards Mr. Weaver. “I’m going to take the man you love and make him mine. I’m going to have him wring your pretty little neck and then when he realizes what he’s done, I’ll have the horseman chase him through the forest. Then his lovely head will become the final piece of my puzzle.”

You swallowed the bile that threatened to rise in your throat. “Why Zalia, for what reason are you doing this?”

“Because I can,” she whispered spitefully. “You must know it too, Miss Y/N. The looks men give us. They think we’re so fragile and pitiful. They think we must be protected, that we have no power. That useless Mayor let my mother die. But I’m going to set it right, with enough head’s the Horseman will grant me power unlike anything I’ve ever known before,” she chuckled. “And when that happens I will bring my mother back.”

“What are you talking about, what is the Horseman going to do? He’s a servant to you isn’t he?”

Zalia merely laughed. “You think that’s all he is? He is a powerful being beyond your comprehension. He has magic of his own, and once that is unleashed, we will be unstoppable.”

You couldn’t fathom how far this young woman had fallen. She was deranged. So upset and hurt over the loss of her mother she’d gone on a killing spree, summoning a demonic creature of the night to do her bidding. You did feel for her, losing a parent isn’t easy, but to turn to this?

“How did you even do this?” You found yourself asking.

“I found his head,” she said with a smirk. “Finders keepers as the saying goes.”

“You truly think there won’t be any repercussions for this?”

Zalia shook her head as she giggled. “There hasn’t been any yet.”

“Perhaps not,” you sighed. “I’m sorry baby,” you whispered, jamming your elbow into Jimin’s lower stomach quickly. He coughed in surprise and immediately let go to hold himself as he doubled over.

Mr. Weaver was moving towards you quickly but you managed to dodge his fumbling attacks. You were gunning for Zalia when a sharp pain spread across your scalp. Someone grabbed your hair. You turned your gaze and saw the Horseman’s hand stretched out and grasping onto your head.

Zalia laughed harder. “You’re such a pathetic whelp, thinking that old trick would be enough to fool me.”

With a firm tug the Horseman had you on your knees. You looked at Jimin who was recovering from your blow, his eyes were still that sickly color of green. If only you could get to him somehow. Snap him out of this stupor.

“However, Miss Y/N, I find you’re more trouble than you’re worth. This has all gotten rather boring for me. I still have a mayor to find and kill... Horseman,” she said. The grip on your scalp tightened. “Her head is yours.”

You desperately tried to get away, but it was no use. The hold on you was much tighter than Jimin’s and as you looked to the side you saw him standing there, expression blank.

“I love you,” you breathed. “I’ve always loved you and I always will.”

You couldn’t help the tears now.

At least you’d gotten to show him how much you truly love him. Last night seemed like such a distant memory now but as you stared into his eyes you thought for a moment the green flickered.

“Touching,” Zalia said with a monotone voice. “Horseman, hurry up.”

“Please don’t look, I don’t want you to see this,” you begged.

You saw a tear rolling down Jimin’s face as he seemed to try desperately to move. To get to you, but his body was frozen in its spot as he was forced to watch the woman he loved be beheaded. The green flickered again.

The sword was high in the air, it was about to come down and slice through your neck. You kept your eyes open, trained on Jimin until the last second when you heard the steel weapon whistling through the air. But before you could feel the sharp blade of death, you were tackled out of the way.

Mayor Hart was panting heavily on top of you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. He stood quickly, helping you to your feet when he bellowed loudly. “Zalia Marie Hart what in God’s name have you done?!”

The shock of the moment knocked her concentration, freeing Jimin from her grasp, but not Mr. Weaver. Jimin’s eyes cleared and the tears appeared when he saw you standing there. He jogged over to you and quickly wrapped you up in his arms.

“Fuck... Fuck Y/N,” he said, pulling you in and cradling your head.

“I’ve only shown you a fraction of what I can do, and when I bring my mother back-”

“Zalia please,” Mr. Hart begged, voice strained with anguish. “Enough of this, come home darling... I miss your mother with every breath, I don’t want to lose you too.”

The young woman scoffed. “I’m not your daughter,” she growled, face growing more and more twisted and angry.

The older man looked like he’d been stabbed. The pain was evident on his face. “I may not be your birth father, but I raised you! I took care of you, I-I treated you as my own.”

“And I hate you for it,” she sneered.

Mr. Hart was gutted. “I stand by what I did, your mother would’ve never wanted you to turn into this.”

Zalia’s face turned dark, fury and spite filled her gaze. “You will pay for what you’ve done to me and my mother.”

“I cared for you! Both of you!”

“You let her die! I could’ve saved her, I still can... Once he has enough heads, he’ll give me some of his power. I will be unstoppable, I could bring back my mother. Your wife!”

Mayor Hart shook his head. “No sweet girl, no one should come back from the dead like that. Imagine what she would say, how many have you ordered to be killed?”

“I’m adding you to the tally, Horseman,” Zalia said. “Kill Douglas Hart.”

The Horseman locked onto her father. The horse pawed at the ground. Mayor Hart jumped onto his horse and took off through the forest at breakneck speed. The Horseman gave chase shortly after.

Jimin saw his opportunity.

With the Horseman distracted, he could move. With a frightening amount of strength, Jimin tackled Mr. Weaver. He wrestled him to the ground and started swinging. If he could get him subdued to a point where he wasn’t an issue, then taking down Zalia wouldn’t be as difficult.

You weren’t one to sit idly by either, so when you saw Jimin haul the older man to the ground you decided to take a similar course of action with the bitch herself.

“Zalia,” you growled. Her eyes widened in shock at her own shortcoming. With the speed of a viper you took her down. You had her pinned to the ground shortly after, but she wasn’t giving up without a fight. She grabbed your hair and pulled, causing you to yelp in pain but you slapped her across the face to get her to let go. You currently had the upper hand, sitting on her waist as you pummeled her.

After a few moments of fighting you heard the Horseman’s steed come to a halt.

Mayor Hart was dead.

You had to figure out how to get the damned thing to stop.

His head.

She said she had his head. Did she have it on her? Or was it hidden somewhere that you’d have to find-

In the burrows of her cloak you found it, attached to a chain was a small-shrunken head. You wanted to gag at the sight of it, but you grabbed it from the chain. Zalia was livid, thrashing around like a child so much that she flung you from her body, sending the head flying through the air.

“Weaver! The head!” Zalia cried.

Mr. Weaver struggled against Jimin for a moment longer, before finally breaking free. Jimin scrambled after him, grabbing his ankle and slowing him down for a moment. But he was crafty, kicking him in the shoulder he’d fallen on. Jimin cried out, his shoulder no doubt on fire as the man tried to kick his way free.

You stood up and tried to run for it when the sound of hooves stopped you in your tracks.

You saw the Horseman, barreling towards you with a speed you hadn’t anticipated. Jimin yelled for you to move, Zalia was scrambling to find the head when everything stopped.

With a shaky hand you held out the head to the Horseman.

He was very still, the horse hardly making any movements.

You were panting hard, nose bleeding as you tried to stay on your feet. You wanted to go home, you missed Martin and the page boys, you missed the bakery sweets down the road from your house and most of all? You missed the quiet mornings with Jimin as you both sipped on your coffees.

You wanted more mornings like that.

The creature reached forward, taking the head from you in its grasp.

“What have you done!” Zalia screamed. “My mother! You bitch I’ll kill you!”

Just as you were about to ready yourself to fight again the Horseman’s steed whinnied and stood on its hind legs. Jimin grabbed your arm and tugged you close to him once more as Mr. Weaver fell to the ground in a heap. The Horseman moved quickly, collecting Mr. Weaver and throwing him on the back of the horse.

Zalia started to run, racing through the woods as fast as her feet could carry her. But unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done now. The Horseman gained on her quickly, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair. As she started to scream, the Horseman grabbed her and put her on the front of the horse. You were worried he’d turn back around, come for you and Jimin next but it never happened.

The Horseman took off into the woods.

And that was the last you ever saw of him or Zalia and Mr. Weaver.

You turned to Jimin, who looked a little worse for wear, but he smiled at you all the same as he brought you in for a tight hug. “Fuck... I thought we were done for, but of course you came through. You always do...”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Jimin,” you said, eyes sparkling as the sun started to fade in the sky. He caressed your cheek and placed a sweet kiss on your head.

“Come on, if we hurry we can find that horse and head back to town before it gets too dark.”

Jimin held out his hand and you took it, intertwining your fingers as you walked into the twilight, hopeful of what the morning would bring.

You sipped your coffee at the dining room table with your cards laid out in front of you. When you’d returned home from Sleepy Hollow one of the first things Jimin gifted you was a new set of tarot cards. You smiled as the Empress showed herself to you as well as the High Priestess. Both significators for you, life was good.

“My love!” Jimin called from downstairs, heading towards the steps and taking them two at a time.

“Yes Minie? What is it?” You asked, heading towards the door.

“Look at today’s headline,” he huffed, walking through the door with a paper in hand.

“Did you give Martin the-”

“Yes darling, but look!”

You smiled softly before doing as he asked and looking at the paper.

Sergeant Kim Namjoon Promoted to Captain after Sleepy Hollow Debacle.

Your lips pursed at the mention of the Sergeant now turned Captain. “Why do I care if he’s promoted or not? He didn’t even thank us! We almost lost our lives and-”

“Look closer baby,” Jimin said.

You did look closer and you couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that peeled from you at the sight. There in the font was a quote.

Without the help of Constable Park Jimin and his incredible assistant Miss Y/N, the NYPD would’ve been helpless in this case. My thanks go to them for their tireless efforts to help the people of Sleepy Hollow when the NYPD could not.

“How on Earth did you get him to say that!?” You cried, laughter and joy pouring from you.

“I wasn’t particularly happy that he sent us there either my darling, and I have a few connections to the newspapers. Jungkook owed me a favor, and got a small edit to the quote added in.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, but smiled all the same. Jimin was just as petty as you, if not more so. “Well that certainly made my morning,” you said.

“I had a feeling it would make you laugh,” Jimin said, coming closer to place a small kiss on your lips. He noticed your cards on the table and looked back at you. “Anything good happening here?”

“Always,” you said, pulling back in for another kiss. Jimin brought you into his embrace and started walking you back towards your room. You squeaked in surprise but let him lead you regardless. “What about breakfast?”

“It can wait, I cannot,” he said with another deep kiss.

He had a small box in his pocket and a very important question he wanted to ask you more than he wanted breakfast anyways.

#52hertz #bangtanwhq #bangtan sorciere #BTS #bts fanfiction #bts smut #jimin #bangtan #Park Jimin #park jimin smut #Sleepy Hollow #Sleepy Hollow AU #jessika hathaway

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jessikahathaway · 8 months

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Tainted Love - JJK (M) TEASER

Hello! Here is the teaser for my upcoming Demon!JK fic, below is the first five hundred words of the new story. Let me know what you all think! I'm hoping to post somewhere between Sunday and the end of next week ;)

Please enjoy!

Jungkook sometimes forgets the time.

And not in the sense of he can’t remember the time of day, or the day of the week itself. No, it’s gotten much worse over his millennia of life. He legitimately doesn’t remember if it’s the 1700s or 2020s some days. Time is a much more relative construct than most people believe. Life isn’t always linear. Things can happen backwards, things can happen too fast or not at all when someone has believed it to be otherwise.

Jungkook has forgotten the time again today. The smoke of his cigarette rose up above his head and swirled and flowed along with the fan spinning slowly above his head.

He laid on his bed in this dingy apartment that he pays for with money he conjures. Being a demon has its perks. But, to remain under the guise of a regular human, he works at a local mechanics shop.

He had one year before it all went away.

One year before he dies.

He loved a human woman, and so? He was forced to kill the poor saps that had fallen into his own trap.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care much about himself. He was far too tired.

There was, however, one Earthly pleasure that he’d found himself enjoying.

You.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #teaser #preview #fic preview #bts smut #dark fantasy #demon jungkook #Jessika Hathaway

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jessikahathaway · 1 year

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A Witch's End

Oh my wow, hello everyone.

I am here, with an update. I'm sorry to make you wait so long but I've had a tough year in regards to my mental health and things of that matter. So i'm sorry for going ghost on ya'll for so long.

I can't promise it won't happen again, but my creativity is stronger these days so I'm hopeful.

Thanks for being here, everyone.

Thank you especially to Hali @haliiimede for betaing this for me, you're a peach and I appreciate you so very much <3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance, Smut (Like a lot I'm pent up okay?), Fluff

Warnings: Violence, major character death (I'm sorry just read it I promise you'll be okay), angst. Smut warnings: Oral sex (fem!receiving), so much cum play I'm sorry-, creampies, unprotected sex (hey I see you don't do it), dirty talk (seriously they be filthy in this), impreg kink, breeding kink, Jungkook is so in love.

Words: 19.5k (don't look at me like that)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Jungkook had been seeing each other for a while. But when new challenges block your way, will you be able to hurdle to obstacles? Or will your differences be too much in the end after all.

*NOTE: This is a continueation of an older one shot I wrote called Witch's Brew, you can read that one if you want but you can also read this as a stand alone.

HOPEFULLY THIS FIXES THE FORMATING ISSUES

You and Jungkook had a little arrangement going on between you two for the last seven months. He’d come to your forest while he was out on patrol, or something along those lines and you two would go at it like bunnies before he’d leave and return to his king.

And over this span of time, you’d become rather fond of the royal guard. His sense of duty was honorable, his humor was light but sometimes dangerous, he was sweet as ambrosia in the spring and deep as the oceans to the East. When he was away you longed for him to come back and spend the days with you in your little hut.

Whenever you two would be done with the more... debauched activities of your time spent together, Jungkook would watch you make concoctions, potions and salves and sometimes even charms. But you were an old being, and you were fickle. You didn’t like the prospect of being tied to this hut for much longer.

It was starting to grow stuffy and cramped in the space you called home. You’d been here for roughly a century, perhaps it was time to find a new forest? With new animals and new plants to experiment with.

But doing a relocation spell was tricky, and you never knew where you’d end up... Your mind wandered back to the young Knight who’d spent many nights wrapped up with you in your sheets. Never before had you been so infatuated with a human. Let alone a high ranking official like Jungkook. But, you couldn’t help the way you felt. He was an addictive little sprite, always doing what he could to get what he wanted.

A chill ran down your spine as you thought back on your most recent encounter with the man, making your thigh clench out of desperation to feel him all over again. He’d been gone longer than usual. Normally you’d see him every week, but it was going on near two since the last time you’d felt his hands wandering over your frame. Your body was wired to react to his touch, it felt like. As if Jungkook was the only one that could bring you to the edge of bliss and back again over and over until the two of you were sated.

But there was a darkness growing... You could feel the change as time went on. More murders happening, more plagues and more death. It was all so overwhelming, especially for a creature like you who was so tied to the energy here. You were certain that she had returned... Your damned sister that had been around just as long as you, but more hell bent on causing trouble.

You liked a little bit of mischief here and there, but it was only to make fun never to harm. Your sister on the other hand, she was dangerous... You weren’t sure what you’d do if she was actually back and on the prowl for souls once more. Your mind wandered to the villages nearby and the tragedy that had been striking them. You were able to help curb the plague, with medicinal herbs and potions they had survived. But just barely. You had always been the weaker one of you two and your sister’s magic wasn’t something to be sniffed at.

She was always more driven than you, wanting power and more power until there was nothing left but ashes in her hand. You had taken a more lax approach to your magic. Letting it grow with you instead of forcing yourself at a young age. However, that did mean you were constantly thrown against each other to fight and see who would come out on top.

Sometimes she’d win, other times you’d win. But for the most part, it was her that reigned victorious. Not that you minded, you weren’t overly competitive for the most part.

It was a dangerous world if your sister truly had returned. The last time you two had been together you’d managed to trick her into a magic circle that was supposed to bind her for two thousand years. That was probably a century ago now, seeing as how you’d made your home here shortly after.

But what could’ve caused the circle to break? Lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the tell tale signs of the hut’s door opening and closing. The sound of armor being removed and you didn’t her Jungkook call out to you.

So when you felt a pair of warm arms encircle your waist, you panicked. Throwing your elbow into the abdomen you whirled around to kick them in the face when you saw the pained expression of your lover looking back at you as he gazed at you in awe.

“Oh! Jungkook!” You gaped, placing your hands on his face and shoulder. “I’m so sorry! You startled me!”

“I... announced myself,” he huffed, rubbing at the tender flesh of his stomach.

“I was lost in thought, are you alright? I didn’t think I hit you that hard,” you tutted, moving his shirt up to look at his flesh. There was a bandage around his middle, it was older. Although it wasn’t there the last time he was here.

“I’m alright, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” he said, standing up to his full height above you.

“No? Where have you been?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and falling into the comfort that was him.

“Mmm, got sent out to the outer reaches of the kingdom. There’s been some strange happenings out there and we were dispatched to see what was going on,” he said, bringing his lips down to meet yours for a moment.

“How did you get hurt?” You asked, pulling away to better assess the damage.

“One of my men got... I don’t know, possessed? Something overtook him and he attacked us,” he said.

Blood magic...

That was your sister’s specialty.

“Oh no, is he okay now?” You asked, but you already knew how blood magic ended.

“He, uh... Didn’t make it,” Jungkook said, trying to keep from wincing.

The price of blood magic was steep. The victim would do the master’s bidding, and then kill themselves to ensure that the master wouldn’t be persecuted. Your sister had perfected the skill at the tender age of 120, it had taken you almost twice that to even grasp the concept.

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been hard,” you said, smoothing your hands over his broad shoulders. Jungkook sighed and placed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You lose people in my line of work, I shouldn’t be so affected by it but... What can I say? I’m a bleeding heart,” he whispered. You knew that he was upset, you could see it as plain as day on his face. So you gave him a soft kiss on the lips, pulling back to assess his features again. Another kiss. And you kept going until he was smiling under your lips.

“That’s better, you’re much cuter this way,” you giggled. Jungkook pressed forward, kissing you deeper this time. You could feel the stirrings of arousal starting in your stomach as he covered your mouth with his eagerly.

“What if I don’t want to be cute? What if I want to be tough?” He asked, raising a brow.

“You’re very tough, kook. But you’re also very cute,” you smiled, pinching his cheeks.

“Ow, let me go,” he pouted.

“But what if I don’t want to?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him tight.

“Then don’t,” he smirked, picking you up. You grinned as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on your sheet before crawling over you. Just as he was about to devour you, he got a weird look on his face. You noticed that he’d stopped moving, so you sat up and leveled with him.

“You alright?” You asked, putting your hand on his cheek carefully.

“I-I don’t want you thinking that all I want from you, is this?” He said, gesturing between the two of you.

“What do you mean?”

“I-I’ve been thinking about it, and, I-uh, want us to... maybe, um... I’ve been thinking about, courting you,” he blushes, face turning pink at the words.

The wind was knocked out of you. He wanted to court you?

“Jungkook,” you began, and he whined immediately.

“This is why I didn’t say anything,” he sighed, sitting up on his knees.

“Jungkook, I’m a witch, if you’ve forgotten,” you said, gesturing at yourself.

“And? Y-you’re a good witch,” he reasoned.

You frowned and looked down at your hands. “I didn’t used to be.”

“What?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow.

“And I’m far from perfect Jungkook. I won’t obey you, I refuse. I don’t want to be tied down to one place. And... You’ll be long dead before me,” you swallowed. That was another thing that was hard to come to terms with. Your life was going to be longer than Jungkook’s. As he aged, you’d look relatively the same. It broke your heart that someday, this loveable man wouldn’t visit you... He’d eventually have to settle down and get himself a wife that would bear him children, something you weren’t able to give... A normal life, a good life. Something that would make him happy.

“I don’t want you to obey me, I don’t want to tie you down but... I want you to be mine, please, please think about it,” he begged.

“Do you really think in these seven months I haven’t thought about you in that way? That I haven’t thought through every scenario in which we could be together? All of them end with death, Jungkook. I don’t want to see that happen to you. I can’t watch you die in front of my eyes,” you whispered, eyes starting to mist with tears.

“If you want me too, then why can’t we do this? We could be together, the King would approve of you I promise,” he said, smiling lightly at the end.

“I seek no one's approval, Jungkook. Not even my own,” you said sharply. Jungkook frowned at your statement.

“Why are you so hell bent on this failing? Do you have so little faith in me?” he asked, looking genuinely hurt by the prospect.

“No, Jungkook. This isn’t about you... It’s about me, I-I have nothing to offer you. No money, no title, I can’t even give you children.”

This gives Jungkook pause.

“What do you mean? You’re barren?” he asked, sounding hurt. But not for himself... For you.

“Jungkook, magic doesn’t come without its consequences. The world must have order, have balance. And if you meddle with the natural order, eventually, the price will come due.”

Jungkook saw the first tears falling down your cheek and he felt his own heart shatter. You were doomed to be alone. Everything you had done together, would just be a memory for you down the road. And eventually, he would become one of those memories. The thought of not seeing you made Jungkook more restless than he’d care to admit. But you were here now, he could comfort you now.

“Y/N,” he breathed, kissing your cheeks gently. “Look at me.”

You really couldn’t. If you did the dam would burst and you could agree to anything he says. Because, you wanted a life with him. You really did. It was killing you to sit here and deny everything you’ve ever wanted and more. But if it got him to realize... You’d say anything.

“I can’t, I can’t do this Jungkook,” you said, wiping your tears. “You deserve a wife who will always be there for you. Someone who can give you what you want.”

“You’re what I want,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No... I’m not Kook,” you said, smiling sadly. Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears of their own.

“I do. I do want you,” he whispered, taking your hands in his, placing them on his chest. “And you want me too.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from bursting into uncontrollable tears. He wasn’t wrong. You did want him, you always did. But this attraction, this draw to him... It would only end in heartbreak, it already had.

“Jungkook,” you started again, when he cut you off with his lips.

“You want me, you need me,” he breathed, pulling your hair back from your face. “I’ll give you anything you desire. Money, a title, children. Whatever will keep you with me.”

“Jungkook, this isn’t about you not being enough. You’re more than enough. I-I’m the one who isn’t enough for you. I-I don’t-I can’t be with you.”

“Then why? Why did you continue to see me? Why did you give me hope?”

“Because,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Because I wanted hope too.”

This broke him.

Jungkook came forward and embraced you. “I’m not giving up. I’m in love with you. You’re more than enough for me. You’re smart, you’re funny, so beautiful and kind. You make me feel things, I’ve never felt for someone. My heart, it beats for you.”

“What happens when it stops beating, Jungkook? What happens when you die? I'm forced to watch my happiness disappear from my eyes? It’s not fair, Jungkook! W-Why must I always be alone? I-I didn’t know what I was getting into with magic. It’s given me a new life, but it’s a life where I walk alone,” you whispered.

“You never walk alone,” Jungkook said, bringing your head to his chest. His heart was beating hard against his ribs. You clutched his shirt.

“I must...”

“Not with me, never with me,” he said, sounding so sure.

“Make me believe it,” you breathed out. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

“I will,” he growled, pushing you back down onto the bed. “I’ll show you how much I care for you. How much I want this. Want you.”

Jungkook’s lips were soft as ever, taking your breath away with his kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so that your bodies were pressed against each other tightly. Goddess, this was it. This was going to be the last time you felt him. You had to put everything into this. Remember every detail. The way the light makes his eyes shine. The look of wonder he gets every time he sees your center, dripping and ready for him. You moaned as he ran his thumb against your slit.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he moaned.

“Need you, Kook,” you pleaded.

“You’ll get me,” he encouraged.

“Hurry,” you whined.

“So eager, I love that. Every time...”

He dropped to his elbows on the bed and brought his lips to your center in a chaste kiss. You let out a shaky breath at his tenderness. Normally it was you who took control. But not tonight, Jungkook was in charge of this exchange, and you were more than happy to oblige him.

Slowly, Jungkook pulled your undergarments off and threw them away from the bed. You sighed in pleasure when Jungkook’s lips met your center. Jungkook didn’t like using the potion to eat you out anymore. He got off on the taste, the sweet feeling of your lower lips against his tongue. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of it sometimes.

His tongue laved against your swollen clit as he gathered your flavor. He moaned into your center, moving his tongue from your entrance to your pearl, taking fat licks to get every ounce of nectar you let him have. “Fuck, Kook, so good baby.”

“I could do this for hours. Until your legs shook and you couldn’t take anymore,” he said, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer, so he could get a better angle on your sex.

“Jungkook!” you cried, head thrown back against the pillow. He took his tongue and probed at your hole, testing the waters.

“You taste so good,” he said, nosing your clit gently causing your hips to buck against his face.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned out, hands grabbing at his hair to urge him along.

“Want you to cum baby, wanna taste it, get you nice and ready for my cock,” he groaned, palming himself through his trousers.

“F-Fingers, Jungkook. Give me your fingers,” you begged. Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to deny you or tease you. Carefully, he slid one finger into your cunt.

“Shit you’re tight,” he whimpered. “Want to fill you with me.”

“I want it, Jungkook, please baby!” you said, trying to keep yourself from falling over the edge too quickly. You wanted this to last. You wanted him in your bed, in your heart, forever... Something told you it had already come true. That he would be in your heart forever... It was so hard giving him up like this.

“Want another one?” he asked, teasing your center with another finger.

“Yes! Yes please!” you cried out.

Jungkook nodded and pushed a second finger in, stretching you out deliciously.

“Going to stretch out this pretty cunt for me. Then, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t ever think about leaving me. You’ll need me to fill up this beautiful pussy with cum over and over.”

His words sounded strained, like he was trying to keep himself from crying. But, you kept quiet. Let him believe this would save your doomed romance.

He was beautiful.

You don’t think the world had created such a beauty that could rival his. It made your heart ache to know that you’d have to give him up. To let him go, but you couldn’t be selfish. You couldn’t let you stop him from becoming everything he could be. But for now?

He was yours.

Jungkook was licking your pussy with fury. He groaned and continued to pump his fingers inside of you faster. So much so that he was making a mess of you. Your body tensed up, cunt pulsing from his work. You could taste your orgasm. He was so close to giving it to you.

“Cum for me my love,” he moaned.

You gushed at his words. You hoped that he wouldn’t notice, that those words were the ones you longed to hear from him. Even if you’d never hear them again, you’d commit his husky tone now to memory. You’d never forget him, ever.

“Jungkook!” you cried, leaning your head back into the pillows as you came on his fingers.

Jungkook smirked and took his fingers in his mouth, cleaning himself up before licking you gently to clean you as well.

“Are you alright?” he asked, placing a warm palm on your thigh.

“Yes, give me more, Jungkook,” you pleaded.

Jungkook nodded and pulled his pants down. He was far too impatient to remove everything, he just wanted to feel you. He wanted to be buried deep inside of you, he didn’t want to waste anymore time struggling with his clothes when your perfect cunt was right there eagerly waiting for his cock. Jungkook wasn’t patient as he grabbed you, pulling your hips flush against his as he lined up himself with your entrance.

You gripped his forearms as he entered you with purpose. Your pussy stretched to its limit always left you breathless. Jungkook left you gasping for air, regularly. He wasn’t huge, but his girth and length mixed together were a deadly combo.

Jungkook reached behind your head and grabbed the pillows and arched his back, rutting into you gently. You moaned as he pulled out, leaving you desperate for more. Jungkook seemed to understand your feelings because soon he was making a rhythm with you, pushing forward as you came down on his dick perfectly. Your body was on fire with the sensations he was pulling from you, making you tremble in his hold.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you pretty girl. Just focus on me, how good do I feel?” he whispered.

“So good Jungkook, so good,” you cried, rocking your hips forward, eager for more.

“You too, your pussy is so tight, love when you clench down-yes, just like that,” he moaned, letting a surprised gasp escape him when you tensed up your muscles for him. He felt so good, he was brushing against that one spot that made you want to scream. It was so good, so perfect.

“Fuck, right there Jungkook,” you pleaded, bringing his lips to yours again. It wasn’t a sweet kiss by any means. It was hot, passionate and full of biting and teeth. Jungkook moaned as he lifted his shirt slightly, giving you a glimpse at his side, his injury not stopping him from pounding you into the bed.

“Want to make you cum again, want to feel you,” he groaned, head falling back as he pistoned his hips forward into you.

“So close, I’m-ah!” you cried as he started going harder.

“Want to see you cum and then I’m going to fill you. Over and over with my cum until you’re stuffed to the brim so much so that you can’t move. Say I can do it, let me have it precious, tell me how bad you want my cum,” he said, leaning forward so that his head was cradled in your throat.

“Want it so bad, Jungkook. I’ll take all of it, pussy wants it so bad. Fill me up, come and fill me up please,” you mewled, feeling another orgasm looming over your head. But that didn’t make you eager, if anything, it scared you. What do you say to him after? How do you tell him?

You got so far into your own head Jungkook could see it on your face.

“Don’t think about it, not now beautiful. Focus on me, only me,” he pleaded, bucking into you faster. Your head was almost hitting the headboard of your bed, but you couldn’t let up. He was going to cum, then he was going to leave forever...

“Jungkook, fuck!” you hollered, running your hands under his shirt and raking your nails down his stomach. His hips stuttered under your dangerous move.

“Make me cum, make me cum,” he chanted, pushing your dress up until your chest was revealed to him.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” you said, feeling the emotion rising in your throat.

“Cumming!” he cried, fucking into you sloppily, placing his finger on your clit to push you over as well. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks as you finished. Jungkook was shaking against you, no doubt still in the throes of his orgasm. You could feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you.

The sensitivity caused him to hiss as he pulled out.

He watched as his cum pooled underneath you, wetting the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

You swallowed hard as the tears didn’t stop. You knew what this meant. You knew what you had to do. And you were certain it was going to kill you.

“I think you should go,” you whispered, looking at him with watery eyes.

“If I walk out that door now, I may never come back,” he said. “Is that what you want?”

You remained silent, letting the tears fall from your eyes. The silence was deafening. Jungkook gave you a curt nod, before standing up from the bed. He pulled up his pants and walked out the door, not sparing you a glance. The door shut hard, and you felt yourself fall into the sadness that surrounded you.

You were alone.

Again.

Jungkook never left your mind. These past months have been so hard, so lonely.

You struggled to do your regular tasks.

But you knew in your heart you’d done the right thing. He could move on, and he could be happy with someone who was deserving of him. Even though thinking of him in the arms of another made your heart ache with jealousy. You knew it was the last kindness you could do for him. Let him go.

There was a knock at your door. Quickly, you jumped up and headed there, not sensing any dangerous energy.

When you opened the door there was a tall man standing there. His hair was peppered with white strands and he was handsome. His head was also decorated with a fine crown, showing his status very blatantly. You swallowed hard, as you bowed your head to the King.

“Your Majesty, with what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked, raising a brow.

“What do you know of the witch Annalise?” he asked, saying your sister’s name with an edge.

“She’s my sister, what do you want?” you questioned, keeping your door cracked so they couldn’t see into your little hut.

“She’s been spotted off the southern reaches of the kingdom. She’s been terrorizing villages-she’s killing people,” he said.

“Again, what do you want?”

“You dare speak to the King that way?” someone growled from the back.

“You’ve obviously come here to ask something of me, and if the King himself came then he must want it badly. So, what do you want?”

“We want you to kill her. You’re the only one we can think of that is close enough to her that would know how to take her down.”

“You want me to kill my own sister? That’s a pretty brutal request,” you said, already knowing you’d help them. But watching them squirm a bit was never a bad thing. And maybe you could get something out of the deal. “What’s in it for me?”

“We will pardon your acts of witchcraft,” the king said. “You may live in peace here if you wish, no one will hunt you. If you refuse, however, I will send the captain of the royal guard here personally to dispose of you.”

Jungkook...

“So you ask for help and then threaten me? This isn’t usually how negotiations are supposed to go.”

The king seemed agitated.

“You would watch our kingdom be burned to the ground because of your deranged bloodline?” he asked.

“To be fair she’s my half sister,” you said, crossing your arms.

“No wonder, you’re the daughter of a harlot,” someone scoffed in the background. Your blood boiled at the thought of them disrespecting your mother. She was not a harlot, she was... she was in love with another. You brought a flame into your hand, the heat from it licking at your fingers.

“Speak those words again and it’ll be the last ones you ever utter,” you growled.

“Fine, you won’t help? What if a different person asked,” the King stated. “Bring him forward.”

“What?” you asked aloud, and gasping when Jungkook was brought forward, bloodied and weak looking.

Your heart thudded in your chest.

“If you don’t help us, I’ll kill him,” he said.

“What?! You’d kill your own guard captain?!” you shrieked.

“He lost his title when he decided to sleep with a witch,” the King growled.

“No...” you whispered, eyes filling with tears.

“If you help us, I’ll reinstate him. He will have everything he’s ever wanted. All you have to do is kill Annalise.”

“Jungkook,” you whimpered.

His head was hung forward, like he was ashamed to even be standing before you like this. Your heart ached to know he was hurting, and from people that he’d trusted with his life. They’d betrayed him so quickly when they figured out that he was wrapped up with you... Were you that repulsive to others? Is this all your existence caused? Sadness and pain?

“If you don’t make your decision in three seconds, I’ll execute him now.”

“Y-You’re lying,” you said shakily.

“One.”

“I don’t believe you,” you said, wanting to know this wasn’t true. This was a lie to get you to do their bidding. Jungkook sold you out. You should be furious...

But all you could do was stand there.

“Two.”

You were silent.

“Very well,” the King said, raising his own sword and swinging it down. You screamed when the sword moved.

“No! Please, I'll do it!” you cried, dropping to your knees. Jungkook was so close you could see the paleness of his lips. How they were dry and cracked. Nothing like the lips you’d kissed so many times.

“You agree to our terms then? Help us kill your sister and we’ll reinstate Jungkook into his former position,” the King said.

“Very well,” you said, looking at the man before you with a broken heart.

“Leave him here,” the King ordered. “He knows what the job is, and what will happen if he fails me again.”

Jungkook was thrown to the ground and the King sighed before walking away with his entourage. Once they were gone you scrambled forward and brought Jungkook into your lap.

“Kook?” you asked, brushing his hair away from his face. He was so pale. Fuck, what did they do to him?

“Y/N,” he whispered, keeping his eyes shut.

“Kook, can you hear me? Open your eyes huh?” you said, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. Jungkook was limp in your hold.

How could someone who claimed to love Jungkook as his own son do this? Someone he followed so dutifully. The only crime he committed was loving you... This was your fault.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, clutching him tightly.

Carefully, a hand wound around your waist.

“Let me go,” he said, moving to sit up.

You did as he asked, moving away from him. Jungkook sat up, licking his lip and cringing when he ran his tongue over a cut on his perfect mouth.

Jungkook was back with you.

“What happened?” you asked, moving to touch him when his glare made you stop.

“You. You happened, Y/N,” he growled. “I thought I could... I thought I could convince them you weren’t bad. I thought that, if I showed up with their approval... It doesn’t matter, it’s a time that’s dead now.”

Did he mean...?

He doesn’t love you anymore?

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t. It’s over, I just want to kill this witch and be done with it,” he said, grabbing his sword that one guard had thrown on the ground.

You swallowed hard, but you nodded regardless.

“Very well,” you said.

“Your sister, you knew it was her, didn’t you. You knew all those months ago when I told you about my charge that had died. You knew it was her,” he said, keeping his back to you.

Was there any point in lying now?

“Yes, I did,” you said.

“And yet you’ll kill her now?”

“It’s not something I’m proud of,” you whispered. “But she’s my little sister, it’s hard to just betray her like that.”

“So it was easier to lie to me?”

“Kook,” you started, ready to defend yourself when you saw his form shaking.

“Don’t. Please don’t call me that anymore... It-It still hurts,” he pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” you said lamely, trying to think of better words but they never came.

“She’s hiding out in a village to the south. Fandolyn.”

“You think she’d hide amongst mortals. She hates them more than anything else in this world. She’s not hiding there, I-I think I know of a few places we can check.”

“Where?” he asked.

“There are a couple different places. Our old village was burned during the first war... It wasn’t much but it's where we grew up. Where our mother taught us everything we know.”

Jungkook remained silent.

“Or, she could be in the grotto where we were given our powers. There’s also our mother’s grave... I don’t know where she could be exactly, however. She’s... She’s unpredictable.”

“I told you, she’s hiding out in a village called Fandolyn.”

“How do you know? You saw her?”

“No,” Jungkook frowned, trying not to get too frustrated. “Because, a plague broke out there recently and the village was razed. There’s so much death there, we believe she’s drawing power from it.”

“That’s not how magic works,” you corrected.

“Forgive me, I don’t know much about this other than what was told to me during beatings,” he grit out.

You frowned now.

“If I would’ve known what would happen...”

“We need to make a plan,” Jungkook interrupted.

“You’re right,” you agreed. “She won’t be easily defeated.”

Standing up you walked over to Jungkook. He stood up, not without difficulty, you didn’t touch him though. You didn’t want him to be more upset.

“I hadn’t assumed so.”

A few days had passed and you and Jungkook had started searching for Anna. He was silent for the most part, not really interacting with you unless there was a question he had about Anna. You longed for him to look at you the way he had before. With sparkles in his eyes and laughter on his lips. But, those days were dead.

He was no longer the bright boy that had visited you...

He was a shell of his former self.

You’d done this to him. Not even you, just the mere association with you had done this to him. And it had destroyed his life. Fuck, you wanted to cry.

But Jungkook was determined to get his spot back on the royal guard. It was all he knew.

Besides you.

It was hard to work so closely with him. Especially when you knew what it would culminate in. The death of your little sister. But, you knew this day would come eventually. You knew she had to be stopped, but... She was still your sister, even if she had lost her mind.

Jungkook approached one morning, with a letter in his hand. You recognized the lettering on it right away. Anna had sent it. But why? Why would she send you a letter? Did she know Jungkook was with you?

“Let me open it,” you said, holding your hand out for him.

“And have you lie to me about the contents? I don’t think so,” Jungkook scoffed.

“Jungkook, please, if there’s magic in there it could kill you. I can take a hit from her, you might not be able to,” you pleaded.

Jungkook seemed to weigh the options in his head. But eventually he gave up the letter, handing it over to you with finality.

“Thank you,” you said, opening it.

Dear Sister, I have no doubt that the kingdom has enlisted you in a hunt for my death. But you know, I’ve always been the more powerful half of us. And you were stupid enough to open this letter, I know you wouldn’t let that guard of yours touch it. Enjoy the poison, you dumb cow. Insincerely, Annalise

You gasped when your veins started to turn black, pain shot through you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been hexed in such a way. Jungkook looked at you in panic.

“What’s happening,” he said, coming forward to look at your arms.

“Don’t!” you screamed. “You can’t touch me, or you’ll be poisoned too.”

Jungkook’s face was stricken with worry.

“What do I do?” he asked, looking around your hut for some kind of antidote.

“It’s black magic Jungkook, there’s no cure ready made for this. I-I have to dispel it somehow,” you breathed, trying to keep your mind clear.

Moving your body was even harder. It’s like your limbs had turned to lead. Jungkook watched silently as you tried to focus.

Dispel the magic.

Dispel it.

You drank one potion, then another, and another.

If you overloaded yourself with magic, perhaps it would all purge from your body.

“What are you doing?!” Jungkook hollered.

“It’s okay, I’ll be... alright,” you wheezed, feeling the magic taking over already. Your sister had gotten stronger in your years apart, and you had gotten softer. And she knew it too.

“Y/N...” Jungkook trailed off, looking at you like he wanted to rush over. It made your heart beat quicken, knowing that he still cared, at least a little, for you.

“Shit,” you breathed, collapsing to the floor.

“Y/N!” Jungkook cried, coming forward, but keeping his hands off of you.

“I’m going to be sick,” you whined. Jungkook grabbed a bucket towards your front door and handed it to you. Quickly, you threw up all the potions you downed. And slowly, the black ooze from your sister’s magic poured out as well. It took a while, and your body was still feeling the effects of her poison, but it was gone. For the most part.

Jungkook scrunched up his nose at the sight, but stayed dutifully by your side.

When you finally were done dry heaving, you collapsed to the floor. Jungkook yelped as he watched your body slump over.

“Y/N,” he tried, not touching you still.

No response from you.

“Y/N?” he asked, coming closer.

Your body remained still.

“Fuck are you breathing?” he asked, more to himself. Looking at your chest for a few moments he realized, you most certainly were not breathing.

“Y/N?” he asked again, feeling panic coursing through his veins. Were you dead? Was that it?

You still weren’t moving. Jungkook noticed that you didn’t have the black in your veins anymore. Could he touch you? Should he touch you? He tried to think logically, just being associated with you and being romantically involved with you had turned his life upside down. They didn’t stand a chance against your sister if you died however...

“God damn it,” Jungkook growled, before hauling you into his arms. “Y/N? Look at me, open your eyes.”

You were limp as a dead fish in his hold, making Jungkook worry even further. He picked you up and took you to your bed, laying you down flat. He checked for your breathing once more. Still nothing. Jungkook’s heart was gripped in fear.

His only solace in that fucking cell they threw him in was you... The memory of you and what you two had shared. They tried to convince him you were evil, that you were only playing with him. The ‘love’ he claimed to feel for you was a hex, a charm that you used on him.

But the panic he felt right now was very very fucking real. Your body, limp in his grasp, was real and he was scared.

“Y/N? Please wake up,” he said quietly. Your hands were getting cold, Jungkook desperately rubbed them to encourage circulation.

“Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this, please not like this,” he said, looking at your body with concern written all over his features.

What was he going to do? What could he do?

“Breathe baby, please,” he said, lifting you into his arms, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. You were so beautiful to him. Ever since he’d woken up in your bed you’d always been gorgeous. He knew what you looked like in the height of pleasure, and you were beautiful. He also knew what you looked like when you were sick, and you were beautiful...

“Come back to me, please baby,” he begged softly, resting his forehead on yours, his hand cradling your neck. If you died here, the last thing you’d know was him being mad at you... When it might not even be all your fault...

Was there anything he could do? Any potion you made? You said there weren't any cures, was that just a ploy? Did you want to die here?

“Y/N, my love... please open your eyes and look at me,” he hiccuped, trying to keep himself from crying. Fuck... Fuck he’d never been this scared.

Finally, finally, you regained some color in your face and Jungkook felt you shift on the bed. His heart was beating so hard against his ribs he was certain it would pound out of his chest.

You peeled your eyes open and looked up at Jungkook, who looked about ready to cry. “Hey,” you whispered, looking him in the eye.

“Fuck, you scared me,” he croaked, bringing you back into his embrace. You were shocked Jungkook was holding you so tightly. Did... Did he still care? Even after everything the King put him through because of you, did he still love you like he claimed to before? Your head was throbbing but you could feel him shaking as he gripped you.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, patting his back.

Soon enough though, Jungkook inhaled sharply and pulled back, holding you at arms length again. You tried to hide your disappointment. He was worried about you, it made your heart flutter slightly in your chest as you thought about him. Holding you tightly like this, always...

“Don’t be so reckless,” he said, but instead of anger or annoyance you saw a different kind of pain on his face. He tried not to look at you instead choosing to look at the letter on the floor. “What did it say?” he asked.

“She knows we’re working together. She knows that you’re here,” you explained.

“I see, that does put a bit of a wrench in our plans,” he said, rubbing his neck. “How are we supposed to find her now,” Jungkook said, looking at you with confusion.

“We don’t need to find her,” you whispered, looking at the letter on the floor. “She’ll come for me.” You said, biting your lip.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow.

“She does all of this, because she knows it hurts me. She charmed the King, she did all of this to... To show me what I have and how easily she could take it from me.”

Jungkook sputtered. “What do you mean, she charmed the King? How could that filthy wretch-” you snapped your eyes to his in a glare and he stopped.

“That filthy wretch is my little sister, regardless of her actions. That doesn’t change that fact... No matter how much she wishes it would,” she said, frowning.

“What happened? Why are you two so different?” Jungkook asked, coming closer. “Or are you the same and you’re just using me-”

“Jungkook, I’m not on her side. I just... I want to protect her, even if it’s from herself. She’s so hurt over the loss of our mother... a loss that I caused,” you said, quietly.

“What? You-You killed your mother?” he asked, eyes wide with fear.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you said, tears catching on your lashes. “It was an accident. I-I wasn’t ready for the spell but I wanted to try, my mother got in the way so she absorbed the spell... that way it didn’t kill me instead...” you stated.

Jungkook was silent for a moment.

“How did you get your magic?” he asked. You didn’t want to hide anything from him anymore. So, you opened the dark recesses of your mind and told him. Everything.

“I was born in a village in the North. It was called Dialade, my mother was an honest woman. Married to a farmer’s son. There was nothing special about us. Except... My mother was a witch. She practiced all kinds of magic, healing magic, defensive spells, runes. All of it. But, my father died of an illness and she ran off with the baker’s son. He said he’d take care of us. He treated me as his own. But when Anna was born, mom... she changed. She became obsessed with us getting magic as well. Anna’s father didn’t approve of us having magic. They argued and she took us, leaving him and everything behind... But, her mind was already made up. We would have magic, whether we wanted it or not,” you explained.

“How did you get your magic?” he repeated his question.

“It was a dark night in the fall. All hallows eve. It’s the time when young children can be tested for their aptitude at magic. My sister had an abnormal aptitude for defensive spells and runes. While I had more of a knack for charms and potions. My mother wanted us to be strong, so she decided to offer up our fertility to the Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis. She accepted our mother’s terms and my sister and I would be barren, but we would be strong. Powerful. Exactly what she wanted,” you sighed.

“I-Is there any way to reverse it?” Jungkook asked, hoping you didn’t get to the root of his question.

Would you ever be able to have children?

“As far as I know, once a deal is struck with the Gods or Goddesses it is final. To ask for it back could be seen as defiance against them, and you really don’t want a scorned God on your tail,” you explained.

Jungkook swallowed hard. “I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been,” he said.

“It wasn’t, at first. I didn’t care, because I was young and naive. I thought that power would bring me everything I wanted. But, when I started watching my friends die. My own family members, and I stayed the same... It broke my heart. I didn’t understand why my mother would do this to us, just for power? Not even for her, but for us?” You sighed. “But it was all she had to offer us. Immortality and power, something she probably wishes she could’ve had. But, magic comes with a price. It always has and always will. My mother never told me how she received her magic...”

Jungkook was shocked. But he kept his face neutral.

“Anyways, when my mother died, Anna blamed me. Saying I should’ve been able to control myself, that I shouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t able to handle that kind of power. I’ve been hiding from her for three hundred years. So, I’ve had to move around a lot,” you said, rubbing your arms. “My wards and cloaking spells only work for so long. Eventually she can sense my magic and... and she’ll track me down and kill me,” you said.

“And you’re just going to let her?” Jungkook said, face morphing into frustration.

“I don’t have much to live for, Jungkook. I’m tired, I can give you an opportunity. She’ll be more focused on killing me than you, use that and kill her. If I live, okay, if I die, oh well,” you sighed, adjusting so you could sit up a bit better.

“You expect me to use you? As bait?” he clarified, like the idea was repulsive to him.

“It’s probably the only chance you’re going to get, I can hold her off long enough for you to get a clear shot at her,” you said. “If she’s back and she’s dangerous? Then we need to stop her before she gains more power.”

“With your life as collateral?” Jungkook’s voice rose in volume.

“If that’s what it takes, Jungkook. Then I’ll do it, the alternative isn’t an option for me,” you said, moving to stand up. But Jungkook grabbed your wrist, freezing you.

“What if this isn’t an option for me either?” he said.

You swallowed hard. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him to hold him... You wanted it so so badly. But you couldn’t allow it. If you gave in now, you’d never let him go. And he deserves to have someone who can give him what he wants. A partner who isn’t constantly on the run, a partner who can give him children if they want, someone who isn’t scared to love him back...

“Jungkook, if there is a chance of killing her we need to take it. That hex on the letter wasn’t even a hair of the power she’s capable of. I underestimated her, and if you do the same there’s nothing I can do to protect you,” you warned.

Jungkook’s face turned stony. You swallowed, keeping your gaze fixed on him. He tongued his cheek in frustration, but it usually wasn’t directed at you... He was upset, but he wasn’t thinking about this logically!

“Then don’t worry about protecting me,” he said, voice dark. “I don’t have anything to live for either, Y/N. The King was ready to kill me for being involved with you, the Prince is the only reason he didn’t. He said you charmed me, you put a spell on me to make me say the things I did. He made me lie, all because... because I said that I was in love with you,” he said. “The King won’t forget that, neither will the Prince. They may reinstate me, they may give me all the rights I had before... But their faith in me isn’t what it once was, I refuse to follow them blindly any longer... And no woman will want a man who bedded a witch,” he winced, like the words hadn’t been said in a nice manner previously.

“The world is bigger than this Kingdom, Jungkook,” you said. “And certainly bigger than me and my little hut-”

“That never mattered to me,” he said.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “I can’t keep doing this... I can’t, Jungkook. I want to keep you safe and protect you, but-”

“But what? I told you I don’t need you to protect me, there’s nothing for me here. I won’t lie to the King or the Prince, nor will I lie for them. You don’t love me, you claim there to be no future for us, so... I have nothing to lose,” he said, eyes conveying his broken heart.

An orphan boy turned into the Captain of the Royal Guard for the Kingdom. Only to find love in the one woman he could never have. Does he lie to the Royal family? Does he lie to you? Or to himself?

When can he finally lay his burdens down and breathe?

“That’s not fair,” you said, voice cracking with emotion. “I never said I didn’t love you... I only told you the truth, we can’t be together, Jungkook. No matter how badly I want it...”

“Why not?” he pleaded, leaning his forehead on yours. “Why can’t we be together? Isn’t there a way? Some way for us to be together? We don’t have to have children, we don’t have to get married... If all I get at the end of the day is you in my arms then that’s all I want... I don’t need anything else, or anyone else...”

You let out a soft whimper, tears falling freely down your face.

“You should hate me, Jungkook. I took everything from you. I played with your heart, you were tortured because of me. You had a life before me, you had friends and-”

“They don’t know you, they don’t know and they don’t care to learn about something or someone they could never understand. But I will. I’ll wake up every day and look forward to learning something new about you. You gave me so much more than that life ever could. Walking into the barracks, exhausted and beaten after a day of training. Patrols that went on for hours and hours, the only thing that would stave off the boredom was the thought of you... Your smile, your eyes, the way you’d wake me up by playing with my hair. The way you touched me, the way I would touch you,” he said, moving to wipe your tears.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, his lips were so pretty. And the words he said were far more potent than any love potion you could’ve made. You wanted him... You’d be haunted by him for centuries, if you lived that long. Everything in you wanted him. If this wasn’t love, then you were frightened for what true love would be like...

What is love if not this?

Wanting to protect him, to keep him safe... Even from you.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, leaning forward despite yourself.

“Y/N...” he said, voice soft as your lips were a moment away from each other.

All the candles in your hut went out.

A dreadful chill ran down your spine at the icy presence that crawled over your skin.

She was here...

“Get behind me,” you said. Jungkook jumped over your bed and stood next to you, as you tried to stand up.

“Y/N, you can barely stand-”

“You heard me, now move aside,” you growled, voice darker than he’d ever heard it. Jungkook didn’t argue, he just got behind you and helped you up.

“Anna, you don’t have to hide, you can come out. I’m your older sister and you’ll respect me in my own home,” you huffed, licking your lips to hide your obvious anxiety.

In the front doorway, her visage appeared. She was just as beautiful as she had been the last time you saw her. She resembled your mother so much, it almost hurt. But, you swallowed hard and looked at her firmly. Even if your hands trembled behind your skirt.

“Well, it seems that you can still sense me,” she sighed, voice almost annoyed.

“I’ll always be able to, Anna, we get our magic from the same Goddess,” you said.

“I didn’t come here for a lecture, Y/N,” her eyes flashed crimson, a warning of the power she could unleash at a moment's notice if needed.

You inhaled sharply, she hadn’t played fairly at all. She knew you’d be able to dispel that hex she’d used on you from the letter. But it would make you weaker, and now she’d have the opportunity to do whatever she wanted.

Because you’d protect Jungkook with everything you had.

Even if it killed you.

Which it probably would.

“What do you want, Anna?” you asked, even though you knew the answer very well.

She scoffed, face turning disgusted. “What do I want?” she laughed, a strained and maniacal sound, nothing like the joyous laughter that had filled your younger years in the grotto.

Suddenly, she was in front of you with her fingers damn near crushing your windpipe. She grabbed you and threw you through your front door, splintering the wood as you landed in a heap outside. The beautiful morning had turned stormy, no doubt her doing.

You heard Jungkook scream for you, and you stood up shakily. But you tapped into your power and felt a push in your body that had you standing with a stronger stance.

Anna chuckled, you could hear it in your head.

With Jungkook in tow you watched as she dragged him out to the front of your hut, throwing him on the ground harshly. You winced for him, but kept your pace even as you approached him, hand smoothing down his arm to help him up.

Anna snickered, watching you worry for the guard that had stolen your heart.

“How pathetic of you, sister,” she said, twirling some of her hair around her finger. “I never pegged you for the type to fall in love with a human. A guard no less, someone who could be killed for even knowing you. You’re far more brutal than I remember.”

Her voice held no humor, but the look on her face revealed her amusement.

“If you’ve come to kill me, then just do it, Anna,” you scowled, eyes turning fierce. “But I won’t let you torture him. I won’t let you hurt him while I’m still alive,” you said.

Jungkook’s hand shot to your wrist as you tried to stand up. “Please, don’t...” he begged.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, prying your arm from his grasp as you approached your sister. “If I let you kill me, do you promise not to hurt him?”

Anna’s head tilted, looking like a puppy who was confused. But her eyes were much darker, swirling with something other than the magic you’d been gifted.

“What have you done, Anna?” you asked, noticing the markings on her arms more clearly now. “Do you have any idea what dark magic like this can do to your mind? What it can do to your soul and your body?!”

Anna scoffed. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be the righteous one here,” she warned, her voice turning far darker than it should.

“I may not,” you admitted. “But I’m still your sister, I still care-”

She growled before throwing a bolt of energy at you directly, quickly you diffused it but your shock was evident on your face. “Don’t you dare claim that you still love me, that you care for me,” she spat, throwing another bolt of magic at you. This one much stronger than the last, you blocked it with a simple ward but the message was clear.

“You left me!” she screamed.

Jungkook looked between the two of you, heart pounding in his chest.

“I couldn’t watch you anymore Anna!” you yelled back. “Losing mom hurt me too, don’t think I don’t have any guilt over it because I do!”

You felt the tears in your eyes, but you fought them back.

“You became obsessed with finding a way to bring her back, using black magic, using rituals that were dangerous! You were stealing bodies! Experimenting on people’s loved ones to try and find a way to bring her back, but Anna... You forget that you still had me! You forgot that I lost my mother too. I couldn’t bear the thought of her coming back to see what we’d done. It breaks our vow to the Goddess, we’d lose our magic if we did that. And we might not survive it! Anna, you need to think. This isn’t worth it,” you said, heart aching for her and for yourself.

“We can make a vow to a new goddess to a new power. I’ve researched it, Y/N, we need both of our blood to make it work! If you give me your blood we can revive our mother. You’d be so powerful, no one would dare take your guard from you. He’d be all yours, we could turn him too! He could be like us and-”

“No!” you screamed at her. “I couldn’t live with myself if I forced him into this life, look what it did to us Anna. Look what magic has done to us, you hate me and I killed our mother,” you cried.

“You shouldn’t have done a spell you weren’t ready for. That is your fault, and no one else's,” she said harshly.

“You think I don’t know that?” you scoffed, confused at her statement. “I never claimed it to be anyone else’s fault but mine, Anna.”

She approached you, a dagger in her hand. “You are weak! You claim you’ve done wrong but you refuse to do anything to fix it! You can remedy what you’ve done, just help me bring her back and all will be forgiven-”

“No Anna, it won’t be,” you said, raising a dagger of your own. You aimed it at her and placed a basic defensive spell on yourself. “If you need my blood for that ritual you’ll have to take it as it pours out of my dead body. I won’t give it to you willingly,” you said. “And you will have to explain to your mother why you had to kill me in order to bring her back. Do you think that would make her happy? Do you think that us fighting to the death would bring her any kind of joy?”

“That’s not fair!” she screamed, slicing at you with a staggering amount of force. The metal of your dagger’s clanged loudly in the air as she tried to swipe at you again. You managed to block it, but just barely.

“You only think of what will satisfy you in the moment!” you warned. “You never think of the consequences of your actions! What happens when my death doesn’t bring the gratification you want? What happens if I die and our mother is revived but won’t speak to you because of my death!? Is that a life you want for yourself?”

Anna snarled, sending you flying with a painful jolt of electricity. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocking from your lungs as you struggled to breath.

Footsteps approached you. Your mind was swirling but you managed to sit up as Jungkook made it to you. She’d launched you damn near twenty yards.

“Y/N!” he said, holding your shoulders. “Can you hear me?”

“Move!” you gasped, shoving him to the side as another shot of electricity rang through the air. Damn near hitting Jungkook square in the back. Your eyes locked on your sister, smirking as if she’d just done something clever.

“You’re willing to die, but you won’t let the little vermin get hurt? How noble of you, Y/N,” she sneered.

You climbed to your feet, heading towards her with purpose. You sent out a shock of your own, which she deflected quickly. Another. And again and again until you were maybe twenty five feet from her.

“You will not touch him,” you growled, picking up your dagger that you’d dropped when she hit you.

“What makes you so sure, hm?” she smirked.

You sent a stream of fire at her, one she narrowly avoided.

“Because I’ll either kill you first, or die trying. And if I’m dead, you have no reason to hurt him,” you said.

“Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean he’s safe,” she said, eyes narrowing at you. “I’d like to see the torture on his pretty face as you lay dying in front of him...”

You winced at her voice. “You’ve changed... I don’t know what exactly you tampered with, Anna. But you’re not the same, and you never will be. I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough for both of us. But this is enough,” you said.

“I hardly think it is,” she said, sending a bolt of energy at you again. This one sharp as a knife, and you felt it.

You gripped your side, pulling your hand back to reveal scarlet blood staining your hand. You winced as you applied pressure, it wouldn’t slow you down. You wouldn’t let it.

“Hurts? Use some magic to heal yourself then, little apothecary! If you’d trained with me, if you’d stayed you’d be just as powerful as I am now! Perhaps more so, but you didn’t! You hid yourself away and became lazy, making potions and ointments for people whose days are numbered anyways! Do you enjoy giving the terminally ill hope? When you know they’ll die come winter? Well, I guess they do say kill them with kindness...”

You were appalled by her words. Helping those who didn’t have much time left wasn’t a waste, it wasn’t unkind. You gave them time to be with the ones they loved, you helped ease the ache of their passing. It wasn’t weak to help those who couldn’t help themselves, and it wasn’t a waste of time either.

With an angry cry you shot more energy at her, one that was more accurate than the others.

She deflected your attack but just barely, she was probably hoping you wouldn’t fight back. At least, not this hard.

Your wound ached, and your body was tired. You didn’t have the stamina to keep this up. With a pained expression you launched another bolt, and another and another. Each one weaker than the last, she dispelled them all easily and with a smug look on her face.

“You’re pathetic, Y/N!” she laughed at you. “You can’t protect yourself, and you can’t protect that handsome guard of yours either.”

You could feel the cold sweat trickling down your back. “Maybe not,” you panted, voice weak. “But I won’t stop.”

Another sharp pain erupted from your shoulder. She’d done it so quickly you hadn’t even noticed. Either that, or the exhaustion from being hexed then over using your magic was starting to catch up with you. You felt the blood seeping into your sleeve but you raised your hand and sent a large blast of energy her way. One she wouldn’t be able to avoid, she’d have to either protect herself or move back.

You watched her throw up a ward to protect herself, even though she got pushed back about fifty feet. Your head throbbed and you felt your knees starting to buckle. But at the last moment, you managed to steady yourself.

“Impressive,” your sister laughed, levitating her way towards you. “But unfortunately for you, it’s not enough!”

With a large wave of her hand you felt the ground beneath you shudder. Your eyes quickly looked for Jungkook. He was still where you’d left him, but his feet were wobbly like yours were with the trembling.

“Run! Get out of here!” you screamed at him, but you left your back wide open.

“Y/N! Watch out-”

Jungkook tried to warn you but your sister was faster.

The dagger plunged into your back.

You didn’t feel anything for a moment, only shock as a ringing took over in your ears.

Your vision jolted and you realized you’d fallen to your knees.

Jungkook was closer now, he was running to you.

When you started to fall forward he grabbed you, pulling you into his chest desperately. “Y/N, easy, breathe... Hey, keep your eyes open, focus on me!”

He looked at the dagger wound in your back and swallowed hard. It oozed blood and you were panting against his neck. “Look at me,” he begged, pulling you up so he could see your face.

Your pretty lips were dry, your brow was sweaty and you were trembling in his grasp.

“K-Kook,” you croaked.

His eyes ran over your body, your shoulder was cut badly and it was also bleeding. When he tried to adjust you in his arms he found another slash in your side. There were too many wounds and all of them were bleeding badly.

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” he promised, brushing your hair from your face.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said, mind reeling at the pain.

Jungkook shook his head, placing his hand on your back to apply some pressure. He could feel your blood leaking past his fingers as he tried in vain to save you.

“Don’t be sorry... You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, eyes filling with tears.

“I should have loved you more,” you said, eyes drooping. “I shouldn't... have held back... I should’ve shown you,” you swallowed hard, thumb rubbing his arm as he held you. Even when you were dying you tried to comfort him. “I should’ve shown you how much I love you...”

“You can, you will... Please, Y/N,” he cried, holding your neck to keep your head up.

You gave him a weary smile. “I really do... I really love you, Jungkook,” you whispered, raising a bloodied hand to hold his cheek.

“I love you too, I love you so much so please,” he begged. “Please don’t leave me...”

Your hand fell from his face and your eyes fell closed. Jungkook’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“No!” he screamed, pulling your body closer. “Please, please... Don’t go, I love you so please... Please look at me, baby.”

His heart ached at the sight of you, battered and bruised in his arms. Tears fell down his cheeks rapidly as he cradled your body.

Your sister sighed, wiping her dagger off before approaching.

“Give her to me,” she demanded.

Jungkook shook his head, unable to speak as he held you tighter.

“Give me my sister or I’ll kill you too!”

“Then kill me!” he said, eyes fierce with agony. “I have nothing left to live for if she’s gone. So, kill me... I don’t want to be in a world without her.”

Anna scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so pathetic. She’d never want you to suffer, she’d never want to see you cry. So, I’m going to give you a little present,” she said with a smirk. “I’m going to take my sister and leave you alive. And, if you try to harm yourself or get someone to harm you? They’ll die instead.”

Jungkook’s face twisted in pain.

“You’re vile. You’re cruel and twisted. If you think any parent would wish this for their child you’re delusional!” he screamed at her.

“You-” she started to charge up another bolt of electricity, enough to stop his heart when the clearing became eerily quiet.

The chitter of the forest animals dropped out and left the space feeling uncomfortably empty.

The sky turned dark, even though the day had only begun mere hours before.

Jungkook had almost kissed you.

He wished he’d done it now... Now that he’d never get to do it again.

A soft light emerged from the treeline, as a pack of white wolves all trailed out from the forest. One after another until a tall and beautiful woman approached. Jungkook didn’t know why he looked, but now he couldn’t look away.

The woman was tall, lithe and appeared to be strong. She walked barefoot across the ground, walking towards them with a purpose. Jungkook instinctively pulled your body tighter, even though he knew he didn’t need to...

The wolves flanked the woman as she walked. Anna was silent, watching in amazement as the creatures approached.

“Annalise LeBlanche,” the woman said in a deep voice, halting just a few feet from where Jungkook sat with you.

“That is me,” she said, watching the woman with shifty eyes.

“You are the half sister of Y/N Y/L/N, correct?” she asked.

Anna grimmaced before nodding. “Correct.”

The woman raised a brow at this. “Then why, pray tell, have you murdered your own kin? Why have you besmirched my name?” she said, voice dangerously calm.

“She murdered our mother, I am trying to rectify that... I have a ritual that could solve the mistake-”

“Mistake? There is no mistake, child. Your mother died protecting her child, your sister, from a magic she couldn’t contain. There is honor in dying to protect your own. Just as there is disgrace in killing your own,” she said.

“Y/N shouldn’t have done that spell if she wasn’t ready for it!” Anna argued. “She didn’t have to die! Y/N make a reckless decision and-”

“Do you remember why she did the spell, dear Annalise?” the woman asked.

“I... It hardly matters, what she did was wrong-”

“I am the Goddess Artemis,” she warned. “You will not tell me what is wrong and what is right. You do not dictate those terms, I do,” she said.

The goddess approached Anna, grabbing her wrist and pulling her sleeves up her arms.

On her arms were several markings and scars. Artemis frowned and dropped her limbs in disgust.

“You have marred your body with black magic, you have killed your own sister forcing judgment upon her that wasn’t befit of you. The only one who may cast their judgment upon your sister is me.”

Artemis turned and saw Jungkook with your body. He’d kept his grip on you, scared that if he dropped you for a moment you’d be gone and he’d be alone.

“My pack will take you Annalise LeBlanche, you will work for your penance. I am stripping you of the magic I gifted you,” she turned and her eyes were glowing bright white. “You will serve under me until I decide you are free to go to the afterlife. If I decide that,” she said darkly. Artemis turned her head to her wolves. “Take her to the moon baths, bathe her and rid her body of that black magic... She will not taint our pack with such atrocities.”

The wolves descended on Anna, maws wide as they growled at her.

“Best not to watch this part. Unfortunately to get her into spirit form, her mortal body must be killed,” Artemis said, turning back to Jungkook.

Jungkook winced, but turned away as he heard Anna screaming and the snapping of bones.

Soon, it was over and the wolves had disappeared, as well as Anna’s remains.

Jungkook swallowed hard before making eye contact with the Goddess.

“Kill me,” he begged her.

The Goddess’s eyes widened at his request, but softened when she saw who he was holding again. “You ask me to kill you? Not to bring her back?” she clarified.

“I thought that could only be done with... with dark magic,” he said, face puffy from crying.

“For those who aren’t Gods, perhaps,” she said.

Jungkook bit his lip as he looked at you. “Y-You can take her... Her soul was promised to you, right? You’ll... You’ll keep her safe wherever... wherever she is?”

Artemis looked at the young man and gave him a gentle smile. “Her soul was promised to me, yes,” she answered. Jungkook nodded, breathing in deeply so he could hand you over to her.

“Thank you,” he said, looking at the Goddess. “She’ll be happy, wherever she is... She’ll be free,” his voice cracked as he looked at your body. His hands were shaking and he was certain he’d still feel your blood underneath his nails well after he’d scrubbed himself clean.

The Goddess raised a brow at him, tilting her head. “I don’t think she’d be happy,” she said. “Whether she was free or not...”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Artemis rose to her feet, looking at your body and then to Jungkook with a determined look in her eyes. “Make an oath to her,” she said. “Swear your love will remain true. No matter how long, how far you may travel... Swear you won’t love another,” she said.

“I swear,” Jungkook said without hesitation.

Artemis chuckled softly. “If you prove yourself worthy, I will relinquish her back to you,” she said.

“Y-You mean, she’ll be back? We could be together?” he asked.

“Yes, child. If you prove yourself worthy enough, I will see to it you will be together if that is what you both truly desire.”

Jungkook looked down at you and then up to the Goddess.

“I swear, I will remain true,” he said, voice unwavering and his heart was soothed at the thought of you two being together in the future.

“Then it shall be.”

Days turned to weeks.

Weeks turned to months.

And soon, it had been almost three years since your passing.

Jungkook turned away from his Kingdom. The King and the Prince wanted to reward him for destroying the witches. But he merely asked for enough to travel out of the land. He turned down the offer of his former position, albeit respectfully.

And now?

He lived in a small hut in the woods, much like you had for years.

He wasn’t in complete isolation.

There was a small village that he was able to trade with here and there, and he did mercenary work on the side to give him some money.

Temptations had come, but when he thought of you? The life you two could have together?

Nothing was worth risking that happiness for the both of you.

His heart never changed.

It was a cool autumn night as he rode his horse back from the village after having a few drinks in the tavern with the barkeep's son, Jimin. He was a good man, a bit older than him and an incorrigible flirt, but Jungkook managed to direct his flirting to a pretty maiden that had been eyeing him for two months at this point.

He smiled when he thought of the two of them together. She was kind and gentle, something that would do Jimin some good.

When he got back to his small home, he tied his horse in the stable and set out some feed so he wouldn’t be hungry. Jungkook gave him a few strong pats before turning to head back in when the night became darker.

Jungkook grabbed the handle of his sword, ready to fight when a soothing voice called for him.

Hesitantly, he walked out of the stable and into the small clearing next to the hut.

Bright white wolves walked out from the treeline, much like they had those years ago. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched them file out one after the other.

The Goddess Artemis walked out from the trees with a calm look on her face. Jungkook jogged to approach her until he was roughly twenty feet away when he kneeled down with his head low before her.

“Goddess, I am humbled by your presence,” he said, voice soft.

Artemis chuckled softly before speaking. “Rise, Jungkook, you do not need to bow to me,” she said kindly.

Jungkook rose as instructed before giving her a kind smile. “You look well...”

Artemis snorted and Jungkook seemed surprised that the Goddess could make such a noise. “I am an immortal being, I hope I would look ‘well’, as you put it,” she said with a teasing smile on her face. “And you Jeon Jungkook? You’re a long way from your Kingdom.”

Jungkook sighed. “That Kingdom was not home for me. I could not be myself there, so I left. Looking for a place to become who I am meant to be,” he said.

Artemis nodded thoughtfully. “You didn’t fail,” she said. “No earthly temptation won your heart, nor did any man or woman... Even though you could’ve given up, you didn’t. There was no punishment if you’d failed,” she said.

“I’d have to disagree...” Jungkook said. “Living without Y/N for the rest of my life would be a punishment.”

Artemis chuckled. “Some wouldn’t view it in such a way, but I can see your point,” she said.

“Goddess,” Jungkook said, voice soft. “Why have you come tonight?”

The Goddess smiled before answering. “I said that I would see to it that you and Y/N would be together if it was what you both truly wanted and if you remained faithful to her. I am a Goddess of my word, so I have come to reunite you two.”

Jungkook’s heart stuttered in his chest.

“R-Reunite us?” he asked, breathless at the thought of seeing you again.

“Yes,” she agreed. “If that is your wish, I already know what hers is.”

“Please,” he said. “I-If she’ll have me then there’s nothing I’d want more.”

Artemis gave him a tender smile. “Y/N?” she called, turning her head back to the forest.

You walked out, dressed in a beautiful white cloak with gold embellishments while dressed in a simple gray dress. You had the hood up as you approached the Goddess and Jungkook.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.

Had it really been three years since you’d seen him last?

Jungkook fought against every ounce of his being as you walked to your Goddess. She smiled at you before she lowered the hood and kissed your forehead.

“May the moon light your path as you walk forward in this life. May you be blessed with a happy home, good health,” her eyes flickered to Jungkook, “and a family of your own.”

You smiled up at her. “Thank you, Goddess,” you breathed.

“I am happy for you,” she said. “He’s very handsome. Make a lot of children, yes? They’ll be pretty just like you two!”

You flushed and hid your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“Thank you Goddess,” you said before dropping your hands.

“You are welcome,” she said. “Now go, this is my favorite part.”

Without another moment of hesitation you turned to Jungkook. He stood still, waiting for you to come to him first.

Quickly, you rushed towards him. He opened his arms as you slammed into him, hands winding their way behind him as you held his head in your hands. Tears blurred your vision as you looked at him.

“Y/N...” he croaked, clutching you to him.

“Kook...” you said, feeling like you could finally breathe after so long apart.

“Oh my love,” he said, kissing your temple sweetly. “I’ve missed you so... so much.”

“Me too,” you said, pulling his lips against yours desperately. Jungkook returned your passion in kind, strong arms wrapping around your body.

“Never leave me like that again,” he begged. “I won’t survive without you...”

You smiled, before kissing him again. Your lips slotted over one another quickly. Your kiss was passionate and soothing. The ache of being apart slowly ebbing away until there was nothing but the memory of pain.

“I won’t leave,” you promised, arms wrapped around his neck.

Jungkook smiled before hugging you tight again. You sighed happily into his neck. He was much stronger than he was the last time he’d held you. He’d also gotten older, he was barely twenty one when you’d first met. Now, he’s twenty five...

And he’s just as handsome as he was when you’d been separated. If not more so. His jaw was sharp, his lips still soft and pliant under yours, and his body wrapped around yours perfectly.

“Will you marry me now? Will you be my wife now?” he asked, eyes pleading. “Of course if you really don’t want to still I understand but-”

You shut him up with a kiss. “Yes,” you said. “I’ll be your wife.”

Jungkook’s heart could’ve burst with joy in that moment.

“W-Will you still live longer than me?” he asked. “I don’t want you to be unhappy, I don’t-”

You shushed him. He gave you a pout for interrupting him a second time but you just smiled. “Jungkook, I’m mortal. I will age and die just as you will. Although, I still have some magic. And I still have knowledge of all my plants... Is there a town nearby that’s in need of medicinal remedies?” you chuckled.

Jungkook smiled and nodded. “Yes, and they’ll love you,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I’m hard to resist,” you teased.

“I won’t resist, I’ll give myself to you fully and without restraint forever,” he promised, kissing you.

You smiled into his kiss, mind swirling with joy and happiness and thoughts of your future together.

“Is this your home?” you asked finally, when you managed to pull away from each other.

Jungkook nodded, a soft blush creeping over his features as you looked at it. He pulled you inside and you found yourself smiling at everything inside. There were soft sheets and a large bed in a side room, another two empty rooms that hadn’t been touched. A small kitchen and a nice place to curl up by the fire greeted you.

“It’s very nice, Jungkook,” you said with a soft gaze.

“It was abandoned. I had to build half of it all over again,” he chuckled. “But it was worth it, because I knew it wouldn’t be abandoned anymore... Especially if you returned while I was here...”

“Oh? You thought of me while making a home?” you said, poking his red cheek.

“Of course I did,” he huffed, hiding his face in your neck with embarrassment. You laughed softly until he moved his head enough to get his lips on your neck.

A quiet gasp left your mouth as you felt his eager lips touching you.

“Jungkook...” you said, leaning against him more.

Quickly, he unlatched your cloak and carefully draped it over the chair near the door. He grabbed you and turned you to face him, taking your jaw in his hand before pressing his lips to yours passionately. You moaned in surprise but held him tighter. Jungkook backed you up until you were falling into his bed.

You looked up at him as he crawled on top of you, his mouth already descending again to kiss you. You held his face as he kissed you again and again. His mouth was soft, lips just as sweet as the last time you’d kissed him.

“D-Do we need to be careful?” he asked, resting his forehead on yours.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

“A-Are you still infertile or do we need to be careful?” he asked, looking at you.

You gave him a kind smile, hands running underneath his shirt as you touched his warm stomach and chest. He shivered at the contact, but was waiting for your answer.

“I am not infertile,” you said. “But, we don’t need to be careful. If you want to wait then there is a spell I know but-”

“You want a child?” he asked, holding your face so he could look you in the eyes.

“Yes,” you smiled, blinking slowly in the candle light. “If it’s with you then I want several children.”

Jungkook wanted to cry, he thought he might for a moment. The certainty on your face as you told him this made his heart throb with love for you.

“Then I will give you as many as you want,” he promised, kissing you deeply.

You lost yourself in his kiss, nipping at his lower lip to gain access to his mouth. He let out a soft gasp and you quickly slipped your tongue inside to curl against his. Jungkook moaned in your kiss, leaning himself on one arm while the other reached to grab your chest.

A soft groan escaped the both of you as he groped your breasts. “Kook, baby, please,” you whined before he captured your lips in another messy kiss. He growled when you tried to move away from him to beg again.

“I haven’t gotten to kiss you in damn near three years,” he said, breaths coming in short pants across your wet lips. “Don’t be impatient. We have our whole lives, we have years of love to give each other. Let me kiss you just a bit longer. Then I’ll touch you,” he promised.

You huffed but nodded, accepting his mouth against yours again.

A feeling settled in your chest.

It wasn’t the longing you’d felt for centuries, no... You finally felt complete. As if you were at peace. Jungkook was your home, your peace and tranquility. There was an overwhelming feeling of love in your chest.

The past year without him had been extremely difficult. You’d waited and waited for Artemis to agree that he was ready. You’d seen him cry at night while he was alone, missing you. You’d wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him you were there and that you loved him.

“Jungkook,” you breathed when he finally released your lips in favor of nipping at your neck.

“Yes?” he asked, sucking gently on your earlobe in a way that made your squirm.

“I love you,” you said, gripping his shoulders.

He froze, and for a moment you’d wondered if it was too much when he brought his lips back to yours desperately. “Me too,” he said while trying to keep kissing you. “I love you too...”

“Touch me,” you pleaded, tugging on his shirt. “I want you to touch me...”

Jungkook couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a nod he grabbed his shirt and tossed it aside before he moved to push your dress up. You eagerly complied, lifting your hips so he could push your clothes up far enough to get to your center.

He placed soft kisses along your stomach before you were sitting up and disrupting his course. He whined at you, ready to complain when you threw the dress off and onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around him again, smiling when his lips descended to your breasts immediately.

“Sorry-ah!” you cried when he wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking gently. “Fuck...”

Jungkook ran his tongue around your peak with urgency. You moaned his name loudly, back arching a bit to press closer to him. He wrapped his hand around your other breast and ran his thumb over your nipple in a way that had you clenching your thighs.

“Yes,” you gasped. “That feels so good, fuck!”

He smiled before leaving your breasts and trailing his lips down to your center that was covered with a simple pair of white panties. Jungkook hooked his fingers in them before looking to you again for permission. You nodded quickly and he pulled them down your legs and left you completely bare for him.

You spread your legs so he could move between them. He wrapped his arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer to his face. Jungkook sucked small kisses into the soft flesh of your inner thigh with a smug look on his face when you cried out for him.

“So wet,” he huffed as his eyes watched your glistening core.

“All for you baby, want your perfect mouth on my cunt,” you panted.

Jungkook growled before kissing your clit. You reacted strongly, although to be fair you hadn’t had any action like this in three years. His tongue was demanding right off the bat. He gave firm licks to your core, gathering as much of your slick on his tongue as he could. Jungkook clutched your legs as he devoured your cunt.

“Mmm-ah~ Jungkook! Baby,” you cried, hands tangling into his now long hair to reveal his frowning face. But you knew that look was only when he was focused, or eating something good-

“You taste fucking incredible, I could live with my tongue in this cunt for the rest of my life... In fact, I might just,” he said before diving back in for more.

His nasty words made you clench desperately around nothing and Jungkook chuckled as he felt your hole throb with need for him. Another round of firm licks hit you and had your back arching into the pleasure that was thrumming through your veins.

“Ahh! Fuck, Jungkook, more... please baby,” you said, voice trembling in utter bliss.

He knew exactly where to touch you, he knew your body in ways you never could and he used it to his advantage.

“Want to taste your cum,” he said, sucking your clit into his mouth and tonguing it in a pattern that had stars blinding your vision.

“K-Keep doing that and you will,” you cried, hand clawing the pillow behind you while the other tugged on his hair in the way he loved. It always made him rut into the mattress in your small home in the forest. Your actions proved to still work wonders on the younger man as you saw his hips jolt at your eager pulling.

“Harder,” he whined when you gave a particularly sharp tug on his hair that had him humping the bed softly.

“I don’t want you to cum in your pants,” you smiled teasingly. “I want you to cum inside me, if I pull harder you might just spill your load on the bed-oh!”

You yelped when he growled and sucked your clit so hard you were thrown into an orgasm you weren’t prepared for. Your thighs shook as you struggled to breathe. Jungkook eased you through your climax gently, licking your slick much softer than before and rubbing soothing thumbs into your skin. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your vision was blurred from the intensity of your orgasm. The pleasure bringing tears into your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you said, voice weak and trembling in shock.

“Feel good?” he checked in, making sure you were still okay.

You nodded eagerly, pulling his face from between your legs to your mouth for a kiss that could barely be classified as one. Your tongues were intertwining and licking over each other as you tasted yourself on him and he felt your sweet muscle dip from his lips and lick wet kisses along his jawline.

His lips and chin were covered in your saliva but he couldn’t care one bit. You ran your hands up and over his shoulders and down his back, dragging your nails across his skin while you kissed his jaw and nipped at his earlobe. Jungkook’s cock was throbbing in his pants and he wanted to skip the pretense and just fuck you stupid into the mattress.

But he was far too romantic, he wanted to be gentle... to show you how much he loved you. How much he wanted-needed you.

“Please,” he croaked out, hand on your waist. “I want to be inside you, please, want to love you,” he said, turning to capture your impish lips that had been torturing his skin without regard to how much it fucked him up.

“Okay.”

You gasped for air when Jungkook pressed you into the mattress before he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes before joining you back on the bed. His lips met yours lovingly, gentle and soft pecks as he laid you back. Your eyes glowed in the soft light of the room. You’d done a small spell to light the candles in the room, you didn’t want to miss a single moment of this as you two finally got to make love to each other after so long.

“Jungkook,” you breathed against his mouth.

“Yes baby? Are you okay?” he asked, running his hands down your arms before squeezing your hands with his.

“Yeah,” you nodded, intertwining your fingers together with one hand while the other snuck up his neck and held his cheek. “I just love you, I’m glad to be here with you...”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned against your hand, his breaths hitting your wrist in soft puffs of air.

“I’m glad too,” he said through his voice cracking. “When I saw your sister stab you and you fell into my arms I-” he choked up. “I was so scared, and when you stopped breathing... Fuck Y/N, never do that to me again. Please, I can’t take it,” he said, opening his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks.

You immediately sat up to hold Jungkook tight in your embrace. He cried into your neck as you kissed his shoulder to soothe him. It didn’t take him long to calm down, but he looked at you and sniffled and rubbed his nose cutely.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to kill the mood,” he said.

With a sharp shake of your head you kissed him again. “The mood is most certainly not killed for me,” you reached in between the two of you and squeezed his cock firmly. Jungkook grunted before his hips gave a sharp jut towards your soft and warm palm. “Doesn’t seem to be for you either...”

Jungkook reached and pushed your hand away so he could pump himself as he kissed you once more. “Lay back, spread your legs,” he encouraged.

You did as he asked, laying back into the pillows and warm blankets while spreading your legs happily for him. Jungkook shuffled forward on his knees as he brought two fingers to your entrance. With a gentle push he sank them into your wet core. You moaned as your head tipped back, hands gripping the sheets.

“Fuck you’re so god damned tight,” he said, voice strained.

“More~” you mewled, rutting your hips to take his fingers deeper. But it wasn’t enough, you wanted his cock. “Please... just go slow, but-you can put it in. I want you too,” you said, grabbing his arms.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you my love,” he said, looking up at you for confirmation.

“It’s okay,” you said, locking eyes with him. “Please baby, put it in, I want you so much.”

Jungkook didn’t need anymore prompting as he slowly sunk inside you. With a sharp inhale you wrapped your arms around his neck for comfort. It stung and the sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant for a moment. Jungkook felt you tensing and kissed your throat to ease the pain.

“My sweet girl, my precious girl,” he encouraged. “Taking me so well, I love you, baby,” he cooed.

“Touch me, Koo,” you pleaded. “Need you...”

He nodded, kissing a few of his marks as he trailed his fingers to your clit as he shallowly thrusted to open you up more. “That’s it pretty, that’s a good baby,” he whispered.

“Love your touch, you-oh!” you were cut off with a deeper thrust inside of your snug heat. Jungkook let out a deep grunt against your throat.

“So fuckin’ tight, god damn!” he snarled, pushing further inside you as you clawed at his back desperately.

“Yes!” you screamed. “Jung-kook!”

He growled at your whining voice. “Right here precious, always right here for you, gonna make you my wife,” he said darkly, like it was his greatest pride.

“Want to be your wife baby!” you whimpered. “I’ll always be yours,” you promised, kissing his jaw to keep yourself grounded as he started pounding into you harder. It stung a bit but the pain egged you on. The sharp pleasure coursing deep and dark in your belly as Jungkook growled and grunted as his hips pistoned into yours.

“And I’ll always be yours,” he panted against your lips as he searched for your kiss, desperate for the comfort of your embrace.

“My baby~” you called softly after his needy kiss. “Love you, love you so so much,” you hiccuped.

Jungkook nodded, acknowledging your emotions while trying not to be overwhelmed by his own. You knew how hard being away from him was, but you weren’t alone the entire time. Being a part of Artemis’ huntresses for a small time keeping you busy not only physically but socially.

Your sweet lover, however, hadn’t been as lucky as you.

The time was spent mostly on his own. The temptation of socializing with others too much to bear at times. So he kept to himself to avoid any chance of a future without you.

“Breathe Jungkookie, deep breaths,” you soothed, running your nails over his back gently.

He listened, slowing his frantic thrusts into deep, passionate rolls of his hips. The fluid and firm motion causing your vision to burst with stars.

“Yes!” you cried, one arm draped around his neck and the other gripping the sheets. “You feel so good,” you encouraged.

“You too,” Jungkook huffed, kissing your collarbone as he tried to soothe himself with your skin.

You held his face so you could look him in the eyes. “I love you, it’s okay. I’m here and I always will be,” you promised.

He caught a sob in his throat as he took in your devoted words. “I love you too,” he said, holding your waist as his pace increased once more. The urge to cum was getting harder to ignore.

“Ah! Baby~” you whimpered. You could feel the beginnings of another release coming, but Jungkook seemed a little closer than you.

“F-Fuck, I can’t hold it baby, I’m sorry!” he growled, trying hard not to cum this fast.

You giggled softly, rubbing his shoulders to calm him. “It’s alright baby, you can cum. It’s okay, I feel good just want your cum now baby... Don’t make me wait my love please give me your cum, wanna make a pretty baby for you,” you whined, a mischievous smirk on your face.

He wanted to hold off, just to spite you for that smug look on your face. But fuck you felt so good, too good. He hadn’t felt anything but his own fucking hand for nearly four fucking years. And being inside of you? Well, that’s an entirely different story. You begging for his cum so you can have his baby? Game over...

“You are such a needy little slut,” he warned, grabbing your lower jaw and throat with his entire hand. He applied a decent amount of pressure. Just enough to make your breathing shallow a touch.

“Yes...” you agreed pathetically. “I am for you baby... only for you...”

Jungkook’s possessive little heart thudded at your words. He loved you so much, and when you’d gone and he’d had to be loyal to you, he did understand that Artemis never mentioned you being loyal in return.

He hadn’t asked because in all honesty? He didn’t want to know. He knew he hadn’t been your first and that already made him annoyed at times. But, the idea of being your only one from here on out? He could forget anything else. You hadn’t needed to prove anything, you’d died protecting him. So, in all honesty he was honored to wait for you, because being inside of you right now? He felt like a god damned King.

“I know darling,” he breathed against your lips. “Such a good girl for me, loving me so well,” he praised.

Your skin practically glowed with his compliments and sweet words. As much as you could be a hell of a dom and toss him around like a fucking ragdoll, there were times where you were such a pillow princess and he couldn’t get enough of it. Your sweet flushed face and sweaty hair line as he hovered over you, pounding you into the sheets.

“Jungkook... Baby,” you called sweetly.

“I’m here,” he said, kissing your temple as he felt himself starting to slip into a trembling orgasm.

“Cum, please, want it Jungkookie!” you begged.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore as he filled you up, hips stuttering in their pace as he emptied himself inside you. “F-Fuck... shit baby,” he whined. “D-Don’t clench, l-like that-ah!” he winced at your tight walls gripping him hard.

“Sorry honey,” you panted. “W-Was almost there,” you said.

Jungkook immediately looked guilty. “Ah, fuck. I’m sorry Y/N, I should’ve tried a little harder to hold off,” he sighed.

“No, no no no,” you shook your head, forcing him to give you gentle pecks. “Not your fault, it’s okay. I’ve come before you several times before, it’s been a while and that’s alright baby.”

“Wanna get you there too,” he said, giving a soft thrust inside you to see how fast he could go again.

“You will, it’s alright, I felt good, I still feel good,” you said, kissing him again.

“You too, you feel so fucking good baby, god damn I love it,” he groaned, amazingly still hard inside you. “Fuck, I think I can go right now, are you okay? Think you can take it?”

You nodded desperately, but you were pushing him up and away from you as you switched positions. “From behind, want you like this too,” you begged.

“Yes, yes okay,” he agreed quickly, just wanting to be back inside you faster. He didn’t really have to wait long, you curved your spine just right and he slipped in with a firm push of his hips. “Mmm-ahhhh~” he whined out.

“So big, mmm! Jungkookie! Baby, so big in my pussy, keep going... give me more of you my love,” you pleaded.

Jungkook answered you with soft growls of your name against your shoulder as he caged your body in with his. One arm wrapped around your lower stomach protectively. “Take my cock precious, wanna give you that baby you want so much... Need to be a good girl and take whatever I give you... love you so much,” he said softly, dropping the soft dom act for a moment. “Really do, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You wrapped your arm around his neck and gently tangled your fingers in his hair. “I know honey, you’ve showed me. I believe you. Always will when you say it.”

“Thank you,” he cried against your shoulder. “Thank you for believing me...”

“Thank you baby,” you said. “I’m proud to be worthy of your love Jungkook. I wasn’t always so fortunate, I’m glad I am now.”

“You’ve always been worthy,” Jungkook said softly. “I was just mad that you rejected me...”

You scoffed softly before gasping at his thrusts turning sharper. “Was so mad that you loved me, but you wouldn’t let us be together. I wanted you more than anything else, but you were so stubborn... But, I know why-argh!” he growled softly at your clenching walls. “You thought you were protecting me, and in a way you were... I didn’t know what I wanted quite as much as I do now. Now that I know what it’s like not having you...”

“Baby, I wasn’t-ah, ah!” you whined as you gripped his arm that was locked around your waist. “Please fuck me harder baby... But-but I wasn’t being fair either... I should’ve asked you... I should’ve been honest with myself... But I have you now... And I love you,” you moaned weakly.

Jungkook was now pushing into you quickly, each thrust inside of your walls hard and aggressive. “I love you too, I’ll say it until I’m stupid...”

“A shame that won’t take too long,” you snarked. Your lover sat up in a flash as he sent a warning smack to your ass as he started forcing your hips back onto his cock as he fucked into you.

“Don’t test me you brat,” he growled.

“Gonna dom me now? Huh? Gonna make me take it like your bitch?” you challenged. Jungkook snapped at you.

“Shut up!” he growled. “I only wanna hear you begging for more you greedy little bitch, if it’s not about wanting my cock then I don’t want to hear it,” he said.

Your skin prickled in arousal. You knew the words weren’t true. If you truly wanted to say you loved him then you could say it, he would pick up on your tone. But, he wanted you to worship his cock? Fine by you.

“Uuunnnh!” you whined pathetically. “Cock so thick inside me, yes! M-More baby,” you cried with raw need. “Give me your big cock, kookie! Wanna cum on it like a good bitch, aaah~”

Jungkook purred in appreciation of you playing into his kink. “Yeah? Gonna cum all over my big cock? Mmmm, I want it baby, wanna see your pretty pussy creaming my thick dick,” he said, a certain level of pleading in his voice.

He really wanted to feel you cumming around his cock, even though he was close again. Your clenching was so fucking hard to ignore, not only that but you were so warm and wet too. Fuck, he would live inside your pussy if you allowed it. He was definitely getting you to sleep with his cock inside you sometime.

What was that called?

Cock warming?

Whatever it was, you were doing it. Or, he hoped you would.

Quite desperately really.

“C-Cumming baby, making me cum Jungkook! Please! Oh make me cum baby, love you so much please-oh!”

Your thighs tightened around his middle as your walls clamped down on him hard. You got even softer and wetter around him, making the glide in and out of you was that much slicker and creamier. “Mmm-fuck,” he grunted. “So pretty when you cum, love watching your pussy cream all over me... good girl, oooh fuck... Gonna make me cum too, uuuuhhhh good fucking girl baby,” he called, thrusting inside you with deeper and more frantic snaps of his hips. “Beg for my cum baby, beg me to cum inside this pretty pussy.”

You keened out in sensitivity but your hips bucked back towards him regardless. Your body knew what it wanted, it wanted Jungkook to cum inside. Wanted to feel him filling up your now fertile womb.

“Want it!” you cried, reaching behind you to grab his hips. “Please please please, baby,” you begged. “Give it to me... please... give it to me I want you so much.”

“Yes baby, right here, gonna cum for you,” he promised, feeling his hips stuttering as another hot load of his cum spilled inside of your eager pussy. “Uggh,” he sighed, kissing your jaw with tender love bites mixed in. “Such a good girl.”

“Thank you, thank you my love,” you sighed, falling into the pillows after his arm left your lower stomach. Jungkook huffed as he watched a single dribble of cum fall on your ass.

He growled softly as he gripped your ass and spread you so he could watch his cum drip out of your swollen and wet pussy.

“Fuck you look so pretty stuffed with my cum,” he praised. “Gonna give you more in a minute, give me just a minute and I’ll fuck you full again,” he promised.

“It’s alright,” you chuckled softly. “I-I think I need a while before I can go again like that... Pussy’s senstive, cock too big,” you whined as you looked at him with a small pout.

“Don’t be a brat about it,” he warned, smacking your ass as you gasped in surprise. “If you act up I’m gonna smack your ass red.”

You almost dared him, but when he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, you could feel the exhaustion creeping into your limbs. “Mmm, baby, sleepy,” you said, legs trembling as he ground his now softened cock against your sensitive mound.

“Mmm, but you feel good... Can’t I still have you? Even if you’re sleepy?” he asked, kissing your neck and shoulders.

“Yes...” you sighed, eyes rolling shut as he ground his now firming cock.

“You’re sure baby? We can be done, don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, kissing your temple softly.

“S’Okay,” you encouraged. “Wanna fall asleep with you inside. Stuffing your cum in me so we can have a baby,” you said.

Jungkook growled in agreement. “Yes,” he said, finally able to push himself inside of you. “Can feel you clenching baby...”

“Mmmm,” you encouraged, eyes closed as your breathing came in soft puffs against the sheets.

“Feels so good inside you,” he said.

“Big...” you murmured, hips twitching softly at his thrusts coming in harder.

Jungkook felt his balls tightening at your body naturally asking for him. Everything about you was tuned in to him, and he was the same in response. “Feels okay baby? Feels good to have my big cock like this huh?”

You mewled quietly, body submitting to the greedy rolls of his hips inside you. “Mhmm...”

“Close my baby, close to cumming. So good to me, such a good girl and letting me cum inside you like this, I love you so much,” he whispered.

A soft whine came from you as you gave weak little ruts backwards, and Jungkook couldn’t get enough of your submissive behavior.

“You’re making me cum baby,” he said, finally giving a final deep series of thrusts before giving you a few more heavy ropes of cum.

“Koo~” you keened.

He kissed your head, holding your hip as he gently pulled out of you with a soft kiss to your cheek. “Good girl, I love you so much.”

You looked at him over your shoulder with a lovestruck gaze and a sweet smile. “I love you too baby.”

He squeezed your hip as he gave your head a firm kiss before standing up to grab a cloth to clean you up with. When he came back he was gentle as he carefully wiped your tender core with gentle kisses to your thighs and ass here and there.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you cooed, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.

“For you yes,” he said, kissing your wrist before tossing the cloth to the side after he’d wiped himself down a bit as well.

With a soft but happy sigh you felt Jungkook wrap himself around you. He snuggled into your body with a comforted huff. “You fit so perfectly.”

“Good,” you said with a happy purr.

The two of you fell asleep that way, fingers intertwined and hearts beating softly, completely at ease in each other’s presence.

Souls finally comforted at the appearance of the other.

You slept better than you ever had that night, waking to your lover between your legs again.

And life was only going to get that much sweeter...

EPILOGUE:

You were wondering how long it would take after you said the words to Jungkook.

“I was thinking of having another baby.”

Initially Jungkook had been hesitant.

You had four already. The oldest, Mathias, a carbon copy of Jungkook. Then the twin girls, Salem and Waverly. Then your sweet girl Evelyn. She had just turned five last month when you had proposed having another baby to Jungkook.

Your oldest was now almost eight, and that was a long ways apart to have kids.

And, you loved all of your children. But... You really wanted another baby around the house. You missed the little feet and the sweet snuggles.

Not that your older children weren’t affectionate. They were Jungkook’s children so, naturally they clung to you like glue.

But, as you sat in front of your potion that confirmed your suspicions you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Jungkook hadn’t outright said no to any more children, and he seemed to be playing into it the last few times you’d had sex.

But seeing the confirmed pregnancy was a little stressful. It was your fourth pregnancy but fifth child. “Oh goodness,” you sighed, leaning forward and rubbing your neck.

“Mama! Mama!” Evelyn shouted as she marched into your room with her pajamas on.

“Hi my baby,” you said, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her in for a snuggle.

“Mama!” she squealed.

“Yes baby, what is it bunny?”

“Daddy comes home today!” she said happily.

It was true. Jungkook was due back from his most recent assignment. He’d been taking small mercenary jobs to keep a steady amount of gold in your possession. Even though the goddess has blessed you well.

“That’s right princess, your daddy does come home today,” you said with a soft smile. “And I’m so excited.”

You picked her up and carried her out of your room and set her down so she could toddle away to find the twins. Those three were a menace to handle if they were all wound up, so you desperately hoped you wouldn’t have to separate another fight.

Jungkook had been gone for about three weeks and you were so happy to have him coming home. Things always ran smoother when you two could work together.

Just as you started making some bread for an afternoon snack you heard a horse approaching.

Quickly, you found that Mathias and the girls were already out in the front, waving their hands quickly as Jungkook rode in on his horse.

“Daddy!” The girls shouted.

“Dad!” Mathias called.

“Ah, my kids,” he cried, hopping off his horse and dropping into a crouch before walking forward to wrap his arms around his four kids. “Oh I missed you all,” he sighed, happily kissing each one on their beloved head.

You knew how much Jungkook cherished each of your children.

He was so happy to have them, especially with you.

“Daddy! Daddy!” they shouted, all hugging and squeezing him and each other.

“Hey!” you whined. “I want my hug too baby,” you said, watching as Mathias and Salem separated everyone so you two could embrace softly.

“Hello my beautiful wife,” he said, kissing your head. “I missed you so very much,” he said, sincerity aching in his voice.

You smiled and greeted him, having the kids all head inside while you and him gathered everything and brought it inside.

“I was preparing some bread, are you hungry? There’s cheese and fruit in the ice box, I can get something out for you,” you said, pulling your hair away from your face.

Jungkook came up behind you, molding his body to yours. “My baby, I’m hungry but not for anything like that. Wanna fuck you,” he moaned, gently pushing his hips against yours.

You flushed, squeaking in shock at his blatant groping and arousal.

“T-The kids baby,” you warned.

“Mmm, told them to head to their rooms, said we needed to talk, made it sound very serious,” he chuckled.

“You are such a sneak,” you complained.

“Come on honey, can we fuck? Please? Wanna be inside you already,” he whined.

“W-Wait, need to tell you something first,” you said, turning around to look at him.

“Huh? What? Are you alright?” he asked, face worried.

You gave him a soft smile before looking down. “Baby... I’m pregnant,” you said, voice a little weaker than you’d intended.

Jungkook froze, eyes widening at your statement. “P-Pregnant?” he asked, tilting your head to look into your eyes.

“Yes baby,” you said, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“Oh my love,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you... I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you said softly.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, looking at you with worry in his eyes. “I know we mentioned it but we never definitely said we were or weren’t trying.”

Your heart squeezed in affection for him. He was always so considerate of your wants in the relationship. “Yes honey, I’m happy. I’m excited for a new baby,” you said, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

“Good, I’m excited too, I’m so happy,” he said with a tender gaze in his eyes.

You never imagined life could be like this. When you’d lost him the first time you truly thought you’d never get to cross paths with him ever again. And he came back, and even better, he forgave you. And you forgave yourself as well.

As with everything, there is good and bad. You’d had your share of fights, your share of tears and frustrations. But at the end of the day, you’d had each other. You both understood that your love was most important.

It hadn’t always been easy.

But, the good moments were sweet. They were special and wholly joyful.

And they were worth everything.

Every ache, every ounce of pain or tears.

This life with them, your family, was worth it all and more.

This... was the most beautiful moment in life...

And it was all yet to come.

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Dreaming of You - JJK M

Hello hello!

It's been a while. I apologize for that but I'm back with some serious smut does that make it better???

Anyways, here's a Kook crack fic because I am a simp for him.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Jungkook X Reader)

Genre: Crack, Smut, Romance, Lil bit of Fluff

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* aight here we go. Smut Warnings: Oral, Female/Male Recieving, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, spit kink, daddy kink, name calling, degradation (Jungkook calls her dumb and stuff be she wants it I swear), unprotected sex (DON'T DO AS I WRITE pls), Creampie, lil aftercare, Jungkook is so in love, and so is reader pls save them.

Words: 8.9k

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn't. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

These past five months of your life had been, eventful, to say the least. Hell, the past 8 months have been wilder still. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, is a former boytoy. Playboy, man whore, fuck bucket whatever you wanna call it, he was that. You were a little sheltered. Not like, amish sheltered, but sheltered, nonetheless. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but that's neither here nor there. Jungkook had been a notorious name around town. A server at the local diner, he was known to be flirtatious and entirely too handsome for his own good. And you? Well, you were a local high school counselor, helping the troubled youth of today.

More like: Helping teen drama queens and delinquents not kill each other on a day to day basis.

There was the odd time you did make a difference in some lives, but most of the time it was petty bullshit that could easily be solved by a little maturity.

You two knew each other, it was a smaller town and most everyone knew everyone. You had graduated a year ahead of Jungkook but you both went to the community college together, although you knew each other and passed in the halls you knew he wasn’t a long term deal. He fucked a few times then ditched, that was his thing. He was notorious for running out of parties with different girls, it was what he did.

You did your same old routine. School and work, funnily enough, at the same diner Jungkook still works at. But when you graduated college you realized home is where your heart lied. So you stayed. Grabbing a decent sized house near your grandparents that had raised you. And nabbing a new job that was infuriating yet rewarding.

Now, all you had to do was find a husband. According to your grandmother.

It’s not like she was forcing you, but she encouraged you to find a life partner, someone to share your home and life with. You know, real soft stuff.

But that’s when Jungkook had entered your life yet again.

In the form of a life saving event.

Very cliche shit.

You were drunk at a party on the beach and fell in the water, almost drowned but Jungkook saved your life. That’s when you two started to talk more. It wasn’t a big deal or anything like that.

Ahem.

Anyways.

Jungkook and you wound up dating-it totally wasn’t you drunkenly admitting you had feelings for him and then proceeding to throw up in his bathroom. No, that would be sloppy and unbecoming of a lady-you know what. It happened, and he somehow found it endearing enough to ask your frigid ass on a date.

At least that’s what your older brother Jin says.

So, finally, you two have been dating for five months. It’s sweet and cute or whatever.

But there’s one little problem.

You two haven’t fucked yet.

Not even like, a little bit.

Jungkook had said something about wanting to wait until you both were ready, and saying he wanted to do this right.

But for fucksake.

Five months?

That’s a little long. At least you thought so. It was starting to make you feel as though you weren’t good enough. Now, before anyone thinks your worth is judged based on your sexual attraction to someone or something or however you play. You wrong, you’re worth much more. BUT. It hurt your pride. Just a little bit.

You’d done the first kiss, an awkward little smooshing of lips between the two of you.

You’d made out of the hood of his car one night.

But everytime you go to take the next step?

“Not now babe, just wait a little longer.”

And you don’t want to pressure him, and you don’t want to go insane sexually... What else is a girl to do?

You’ve even done the classic going to bed in lingerie and wanting for him to come over, only for you to either fall asleep and him be too sweet to wake you or he winds up getting cold feet and not coming over at all.

It makes you a little sad, because you love Jungkook. You think about him when he’s gone. And how much you long for him to stay when he leaves in the mornings. Your sweet kisses that are shared on one of the many dates you do. You don’t just want to fuck Jungkook. You want to make love to him and all that hippie bullshit.

Okay, so you’re super soft for the guy.

He makes you want to be all smoochy and gross.

There’s something about him though, that just makes your netherlands quiver, like some sex obsessed fiend. But you can’t help it. Jungkook is like a beautiful work of art, and you just want to tear into him like some fat piece of meat.

It’s all you could do to keep your hands off of him sometimes.

The way he wears those fitted tops and just, ugh. He looks so damn good. But not only that, he has the personality of a fuckboy, flirtatious as a sinner and as sweet as honey. But his true personality. That’s what you love the most. A modest, nerdy guy who loved video games and banana milk. And, the cherry on top of it all. He loved you too.

You went out with a good friend of yours, Jimin, who was a former fuckboy himself. But was now married and had a boy on the way. To ask for his ‘sacred’ advice.

So, you were at the bar one night.

That’s generally always a bad start.

Now, you’re drunk.

Even worse off.

Thirdly, you’re listening to Jimin.

That is the fatal blow.

“Babes, listen to me,” he said, slightly buzzed from his cocktails.

“I’m listening o-sacred one,” you giggled.

“Good, cause my old ass is about to give you some good fucking advice,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Less hear it,” you slurred.

“You need to be the prey in his eyes. You need to make him think that it’s all his idea. That you’re totally innocent in the things you’re gonna do. Like wear a short dress on your next date, or send a hot pic or something. Drop something and bend over in front of him to pick it up. Shake your ass a little harder to Kayne for me, please. But that’s just a personal request, we'll discuss those terms later.”

“Prey in his eyes huh?”

“Exactly, find out what his kinks are, play into them,” he suggested.

“How?” you sat on the edge of your seat.

This is what desperation does to a person, folks.

“Like, maybe he’s a dom, maybe he’s a sub. Start there. Does he normally take control of things, or do you?” He asked.

“He’s normally in control,” you said, thinking of his lustful kisses.

“Okay, so probably a dom then,” Jimin analyzed.

“How do I figure out more specific things though? Like things I can do to turn him on,” you ask.

“Well, see if a certain title gets a reaction from him. Like sir, master, daddy? Any of those?”

“Okay, what else?”

“Well, is he an ass or tits guy?”

“He’s an opportunist,” you answered.

Jimin laughed at your answer, before getting serious.

“Does he have a breeding kink? Cum kink? Am I getting warm?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m out here yelling about ovulating or something,” you stammered.

“You should try that!” Jimin encouraged.

“Jimin I don’t know,” you said, suddenly getting self conscious.

“Hey bitch don’t you start negative talk that’s gonna sabotage all my efforts here,” he warned.

“Sorry sorry, I won’t. He loves me, I love him, game face is on,” you teased.

“Good, listen to me though. If that boy doesn’t last longer than a minute dump his ass.”

“That seems harsh,” you pondered.

“It’s not, especially not for someone his age,” Jimin stated.

“I won’t leave him because of something dumb like that Jimin,” you said, feeling oddly protective over something you had no idea of yet.

“Just, try different things. Life's too short not to fuck like bunnies while you can. I’m starting to get back pain if we go too long,” Jimin joked. At least, you hope he was joking.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna go call him daddy and yell about ovulating,” you said firmly.

“That’s the spirit! Go!”

And you did.

Go back home and pass the fuck out.

Listen, listen, listen.

You’re a notorious lightweight.

But you had forgotten that Jungkook and you had planned a breakfast date that morning. So, when you hauled your ass out of bed you realized one: you had to puke. Two: you were late for your date. Three: Your period was four days early.

Scrambling to the shower you got in and turned the water up entirely too high making your head spin and fall out of the shower. Unfortunately, you had taken the towel bar down with you. Jungkook had his own key for your place now, so, naturally he let himself in. And when you fell, a cry came from your lips and a loud thud. Jungkook, ran in to find you on the floor, hungover and covered in towels.

“Baby what happened?” he asked, rushing over and placing his hand on your head.

“Jungkook?”

“What happened, did you fall?” he asked, looking at the running shower and your soaked body.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, Jungkook pulled you into his arms and patted your head to look for any sore spots.

“Do we need to go to the doctor?”

“No, I’m okay,” you whispered.

“Did you go out with Jimin last night?”

“Yes,” you said, wiping the water off your face.

“Sweetheart you drank way too much,” he chuckled.

“No,” you lied, biting your lip, trying not to die of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, big baby,” Jungkook laughed.

“Thanks... daddy,” you said softly.

You felt the harsh floor hit your ass as Jungkook dropped you.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Jungkook hastily apologized.

He helped you to bed and the topic never even came up. As if dropping you was a regular occurrence. You couldn’t help but be slightly bitter. You really wanted that to work, cause it might have been a kink of yours. Can’t win them all you guess.

You reconveened the meeting of the minds with Jimin over a facetime later that night long after Jungkook had gone home.

“So your dumb ass was too hungover to get a sensible thought to go through your head?”

“Listen,” you started. “I may or may not have been hungover, but don’t call a bitch out. Rude as hell, however I called him daddy and he dropped my fucking ass.”

“That’s oddly poetic,” Jimin commented.

“Shut up, I still have a bruise,” you complained.

“Well, Daddy’s out for now, so. Try just, doing something scandalous. Show off some sideboob hell, this is serious!”

“I can do my best,” you said, looking down at your girls with motivation.

A few nights later, Jungkook came over for dinner and a movie. You picked just a mindless action flick, but it would no doubt enthrall him.

You dressed a little skimpier than usual. A tighter dress to show off some of your cleavage, you had Jungkook entranced at the door.

He was way more touchy tonight you noticed.

Coming up behind you and kissing your neck gently.

“Smells good baby, whatcha cooking?” he asked, leaning his head over your shoulder as his arms came around your waist.

“Just some cheesy alfredo noodles, nothing too crazy,” you said with a grin.

“Ooh, fancy pants,” he said, landing a tap on your ass that was gentle but noticeable.

“Not really, but I’m glad you like it so far,” you said.

“May I kiss the chef?” Jungkook asked, leaning for the corner of your lips.

“Please do,” you agreed, turning to connect your lips with his.

“Mmm, baby,” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter.

“Missed you so much these past three days.”

“Yeah? How much?”

“So much, Jungkook,” you whispered, breath fanning over his lips.

“Me too,” he agreed before bringing his lips back to yours.

Your mouths melded together as he led your hips towards his.

“So sweet, what are you drinking?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Peach soju,” you smiled.

“Mmm tasty,” he said, moving to turn away from you. No doubt to go slam the rest of that peach soju.

You grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled his pelvis against yours. “Baby, don’t leave me yet,” you whined. Jungkook made a small growl in his chest as he devoured your lips this time, gripping at the back of your dress with his fingers. You mewled at the action, leaning forward to press your body against his harder.

Jungkook pulled back suddenly, causing your head to swirl with confusion.

“Just a second, I need to go use the bathroom,” he said, waddling down the hallway.

Your dazed mind believed him.

But when he did finally come back he was flushed, like he wasn’t feeling well.

“You okay Kook?”

“Yeah, just, felt a little off for a second,” he said, skin returning to its normal color as he calmed down it appeared.

“You were gone for a long time, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Jungkook’s cheeks got warm as he looked at you.

“Much better,” he said, patting your leg gently. You’re not entirely convinced, but he brings his lips to yours briefly. You kissed him gingerly, but he pulled back before much else could happen.

“Well dinner is ready,” you said, bringing the dishes to the table. Jungkook hurried to sit down, ready for your cooking. You smiled as you set his meal in front of him, moving to sit down as well.

“Babe it looks amazing,” Jungkook said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, it’s nothing special but it’s always a fail safe,” you explained.

“Well I’m excited,” Jungkook said, digging in.

“I’m glad baby,” you answered before grabbing your own fork and eating.

The meal passed relatively uneventfully. You asked about work. He said it was the same as usual.

“Is Mrs. Lebanskyi still trying to set you up with her granddaughter?” You giggled.

“No, I think after the fortieth no, I have a girlfriend, she finally got it. That and I may have put a rather disturbing image in her head just for good measure,” Jungkook laughed.

“Ooh, disturbing image. Do share, do share,” you said.

“Don’t you know that mysterious guys are more attractive?” Jungkook teased.

“Oh I bet,” you said, sipping your wine.

“Well, how's turf wars going?”

“Shelby is currently winning but Duke has been making some power moves lately,” you commented.

“Always liked that kid,” he said in reference to Duke. He was your troublemaker. But he had a great sense of humor.

The rest of dinner passed quietly.

You and Jungkook both cleared the table, washing the dishes and settling down for a movie. Jungkook sat down on the couch, looking at his phone for a few minutes.

Now it was time to initiate your newest plan.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said, moving towards your bedroom.

“Okay!” Jungkook said, head still in his phone.

“Be right back,” you stated.

“Kay,” he responded.

You got in the shower and washed yourself down. You shaved and put on Jungkook’s favorite lotion, then you forewent a bra, as well as putting some of your fancy panties on. Hopefully this next move would get those panties of yours to come off and get thrown towards some random corner of your bedroom. Or living room. Or kitchen. You weren’t picky at this moment.

So, you finally made it out to the living room, damp hair and shorts on.

It’s time to put seduction plan number two into motion.

“Hey babe,” you said, sitting down and reaching over him to grab the remote.

That’s when you saw it.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your chest. You pretended not to notice, turning the movie on and settling into the couch with Jungkook.

You sat with your arms crossed. Watching the action race across the screen. You stretched out your legs and had them draped over Jungkook’s lap. You watched the screen with tired eyes, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on your bare leg.

His eyes were still on the tv, but his hand was rubbing your leg slowly.

You tried to keep a neutral expression, but he was touching you... And his hands were so warm...

Jungkook turned to you for a moment, making your heart lurch into your throat for a second. Play it cool, play it cool.

You knew that Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but you weren’t sure if maybe this was pushing it a little too far. You could just do the adult thing and ask him if he wanted to have sex and why he hadn’t been more intimate with you but, where’s the story in that?

“You’re wearing that lotion I like,” he said, smiling.

“Well, you’re here so might as well spoil you a bit,” you said.

“I appreciate it,” Jungkook said, coming closer to bring your lips together.

“I was hoping you would,” you said, kissing him back gently.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around you, bringing your lips together sensually almost. The urge to rip your clothes off and have your way with him were strong in this one. But, you refrained. He has to think it’s his idea. His idea-oh god his lips are so soft, and plush beneath your own. Your mind almost went blank at the action of his hand coming up along your waist and pushing you onto your back.

Your lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook with pupils blown wide and breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at your eyes, then your lips as he connected your mouths again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. It wasn’t enough, you wanted him closer still.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, as if savoring your kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Thank you Jungkook,” you whispered, moving to capture his lips yet again when he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I think I’ve gotta get going, it’s almost eleven and I have to work in the morning,” he said, sounding just as disappointed as you felt.

“Okay Kook,” you said, sitting up to give him a hug.

That’s when you felt it.

A distinct prodding at your stomach.

You moved back to ask him about it when he placed a quick kiss on your lips, effectively dazing you before rushing towards the door.

“Bye babe! I love you!” he hollered, running out of the house and leaving you thoroughly confused and horny in your living room.

Soon after that even your work friends were starting to wonder if you were frustrated about something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t touched your food,” Hoseok said, a good friend of yours who was the literature teacher.

“Hobi, I’m gonna ask you something and you have to help me out. Jimin’s advice has failed me before and continues to do so to this day, but you-you’ve never led this lamb astray before, can I have some advice?”

“Of course, what’s the trouble?”

“My former playboy boyfriend won’t fuck me,” you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok choked on his drink and looked around the office to make sure no one heard your debauched statement.

“Okay. Okay, rewind. Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“Your sweet loveable boyfriend Jungkook.”

“Yeah.”

“Good communicator and flirtatious server Jungkook.”

“That’s the one.”

“Have you thought of, I don’t know, asking him?” Hoseok said, smacking you upside the head gently with a few papers.

“Hey,” you whined.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” he laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“Firstly, for going to Jimin for some kind of advice that’d only work in a romance novel.”

Oops.

“Secondly, for listening to any advice that came out of that idiot’s mouth,” he continued.

“This is feeling less like helping me and more like roasting me,” you complained.

“Partially because it is, but anyways. To the advice column of our paper,” Hoseok joked. “Well, talk to him and figure out what’s going on. Or if all else fails just show up to his house in a trench coat and lingerie, there’s only so many ways to seduce someone.”

Okay, you know this was a dumb idea.

But there wasn’t much else to do.

It’s the middle of the night, you’re standing outside of Jungkook’s apartment with a stupid peacoat on and your trusty pale pink babydoll. Your legs were freezing. You knocked on the door before you could think better of it and waited. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Eventually, a sleepy looking Jungkook answered the door. He looked at your attire and then up to your face.

“Babe,” he greeted.

“Hi Kook,” you said, biting down a shiver.

“It’s a little past midnight,” he said, looking at you with confusion.

“I know,” you answered.

Jungkook continued to stare at you before you couldn’t help the shiver that ran over you. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Jungkook’s eyes softened and he opened the door wider and urged you inside. Rushing into the living room you turned around to face Jungkook.

He was shirtless, a pair of joggers on and his phone in hand.

“We need to talk,” you said, looking at him with nothing but love and a little bit of lust because damn he looks so good-no! Damn it, try to focus Y/N.

“About what baby? It’s almost one in the morning,” he said, coming forward to take your hands.

“I don’t want to break up,” you said. Jungkook cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips.

“Okay-were you thinking that you did want to break up?”

“No! God no, not ever. I love you Kook,” you said, palming his cheek.

“Then why are you telling me you don’t want to break up? Are you drunk? Have you been out with Jimin,” he started to scold you, when you pulled him to your lips gently. He quieted down a little but pulled away nonetheless.

“Y/N, what is going on?” he asked.

“Jungkook, how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long are you going to make us wait?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, quit beating around the bush and just fucking tell me what-”

“Why won’t you fuck me?” you asked, blunter than you had intended.

Jungkook balked at you before he replied. “What?”

“Fucking, sex, making love whatever you wanna call it, why aren’t we doing it?”

“Baby-it’s one in the morning I don’t think this is the time or the place to have this conversation-”

“What conversation Jungkook? Are you just not attracted to me? Or is it someone else? Why?”

“Not attracted to you-Y/N, do you hear yourself?”

“My ears work fine,” you glared.

“Great, cause they’re about to get some use.”

You were going to argue some more, feeling rather defensive about the whole thing when Jungkook blocked your path.

“Not attracted to you huh? You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing? Little fucking tease, that’s what you are. Calling me daddy, wearing no bra and those shorts as well as my favorite lotion. Now the trench coat-”

“It’s a peacoat,” you corrected.

“What the fuck ever, what I want...” he swallowed thickly. “What I want is underneath it anyways.”

“What do you want?” you asked.

“What I’ve always wanted from you,” he smiled. He approached and opened your peacoat, button by button.

Gently, he peeled back the coat and let it drop to the floor. Your lingerie decorated your body perfectly. But Jungkook didn’t even look at it. His head dipped as he came closer, your heart was in your throat. Was this actually working?? The fuck??

But, all you felt was Jungkook's lips right above your left breast.

“This is what I want,” he said against your skin.

“My boob?”

“Your heart you idiot.”

“Lot of harsh words being thrown around right now,” you sniffed. But even you could help the small smile that came to your lips as Jungkook backed up. Carefully, as not to scare him away, you lifted your hand to his chest and laid your hand over his heart. “This is what I want,” you repeated.

“My boob?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you teased, pushing him back a little. When he frowned you sighed and nodded your head. “I want your heart too babe, always.”

“You’re such a softie,” he smirked, coming forward to kiss your head.

“Yeah yeah, only for you babe, only for you,” you warned.

“That’s all I care about,” he smiled.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes,” you growled.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to look sheepish.

“God sometimes I wonder,” you said, laughing.

“Anyway babe, about the other thing,” Jungkook said, looking at you.

“Huh?”

“Have you forgotten that you’re literally standing in my house in lingerie and heels?” he asked, incredulous.

“Sorry, my bad,” you sighed. “Here hand me my jacket, I’ll get out of your hair so you can sleep,” you said.

“Wait babe-”

“No, I get it. This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss that, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”

“Babe if you walk out that door in that set and I don’t fuck you, I have done both of us a disservice.”

It was your turn to look shocked. “What?”

“Babe, I admit I was holding out on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was used to being used, and people saw me as an object and not a person, but you changed all of that. You showed me what love is, how a relationship works. And I’m so grateful that you did. Because being with you is my greatest joy. Honestly. God I’m such a simp for you babe, for real. But-But with sex, I was worried that maybe all you wanted was that you’d slept with me exclusively. I know it’s dumb but I was insecure at first. Now-Now I’m ready to take that step with you, if you want.”

“Jungkook, don’t say something if you’re really not ready I’m being an idiot and-”

“Well you’re always being an idiot. But right now you’re onto something,” he encouraged.

“Okay, burn me, that’s fine. But, what do you mean I’m onto something?”

Jungkook groaned.

“Do you want me to spell it out? G-E-T I-N B-E-D-”

“Speak my language please,” you snarked.

“Get in my bedroom,” he said, walking and opening the doors to fucking heaven at this point.

“Are you serious?” you asked.

“As a heart attack,” Jungkook responded.

“Holy shit-okay,” you said, walking towards the bedroom. Jungkook swatted your ass as you walked past him.

“Get on the bed, put your coat on the chair,” he said. You did as he asked, putting your jacket down and climbing onto the bed. You realized you still had your shoes on, moving to take them off you heard a snarl from the otherside of the room.

“Did I say to do anything else baby? Keep those heels on, it’ll be the only thing you wear when I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you like a man starved.

Your heart wasn’t prepared for that statement, almost giving out at the last minute, before you could even suck his dick. What a shame, but a way to go nonetheless.

That’s when Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention from your wayward thoughts. “Listen up babydoll, if you need to stop, say something. Make a safeword right now.”

“Uh-um, I’m really not good under pressure Kook-”

“I’m not fucking you until you think of one,” Jungkook said.

“Fine, fine. Uh-strawberry,” you answered.

“Alright, if you say strawberry at any point we’re done for the night okay? If you need me to slow down just say yellow, and if everything is okay tell me green,” he announced.

“Why couldn’t red be my safeword?”

“I just like to watch you struggle sometimes,” he smirked before bringing his lips to yours seductively.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. Like this might be the last time you get to kiss this man in your life. Jungkook licked the seams of your lips, asking you to open your mouth for him. You did just that, opening your mouth and letting his slick tongue inside. You moaned when Jungkook wrapped his tongue around yours, showing you just a glimpse of the pleasure he could pull from your body.

“Baby,” you whined when he pulled back, mouth hanging open and chest heaving.

“I’m not your baby, sweet thing, no no. Call me Daddy,” he said, holding your head back so he could nip and suck on your neck.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t like that?” you asked, looking at him.

“What do you mean?” he questioned pulling away from you.

“You dropped me on my ass the last time I called you that,” you said, reminding him of your little experiment.

“Did you ever think that you shocked me by randomly calling me daddy outside of the bedroom?”

“Well, I mean I thought about it,” you sniffed.

“Clearly,” he snorted before pulling you back in, kissing you feverishly.

You whimpered into his kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” he groaned.

“You too Kook-”

“What did I say,” he snapped. “I’m not your baby, I’m not Kook, I’m your daddy. And you better start fucking acting like it before I punish you.”

His words sunk in and you nodded demurely.

“Yes Daddy, I’ll behave,” you said, biting your lip.

“You will huh? We’ll see about that,” he teased before pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your heated skin.

You moaned underneath him as he worked his mouth over your jaw and down to your chest.

“Such pretty tits baby,” he said, pulling them out of the lingerie. His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped his present like a kid on christmas. You arched into his touches, watching with rapt attention as he brought his mouth over your nipple. Your reaction was music to his ears.

“Fuck daddy,” you mewled, looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“Mmm, so sweet babydoll,” he said, laving his tongue over your breast salaciously. You moaned at the contact, shivering when he blew on the wet skin. He brought your hands up above your head, holding them there by the wrist. If you tried hard enough you could escape but you didn’t want to upset him, and a part of you didn’t want to escape him, you wanted all the pleasure and torture he could give you.

“Feels so good daddy,” you whined, rutting against him like a bitch in heat.

“Just playing with your tits and you’re already so responsive. Fuck I should’ve done this sooner,” he lamented, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

Your cries were softened by the very torturous lips that were bringing you such pleasure. You struggled to keep yourself under control. You feared chasing him off originally, now you were afraid of the fucker teasing you to death.

“My beautiful doll,” he smiled, looking at you with adoration in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”

You didn’t question him, you just opened your mouth like you were told.

“Suck on these fingers, get them nice and wet so they can fuck you good,” he said, bringing his pointer and middle finger towards your mouth. You sucked his fingers lewdly, taking them so deep your lips hit his knuckles.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Now, you’re gonna take those panties off.”

You flushed, trying to keep your composure but-his voice was like pure sin. You couldn’t explain it better than that. You wanted to hear it more and more, you wanted him to talk to you like you were a dumb little bitch-which you weren’t (most of the time).

You weren’t sure if you were into that kind of degradation but, maybe, with Jungkook? Maybe you could see it as a thing.

“Jungkook?”

“How many times-”

“No-time out for a sec before we really get into this,” you said, wringing your hands together.

“What is it? Do you wanna stop?”

“No! No no, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me but-”

“This sounds like it’s going to be a boner killing conversation-”

“Bitch what did you just say to me?”

“What did you want to say babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing your thighs gently.

“Well. I was wondering... maybe we could do like... I don’t know-you call me mean names and stuff?”

“Like degradation?” he asked, raising a brow. “Consider my boner intrigued.”

“Yeah. Are you down for that?” you asked.

“I think that could be hot, but I don’t want you to feel bad about anything,” he said, biting his lip.

“Nah, I know that’s not what you actually think about me, no worries babe. But like, call me a dumb slut or something I don’t know,” you said lamely.

“Well then, I’ll call you a dumb slut and go from there,” he laughed.

“No! I’m serious! I wanna be degraded,” you encouraged.

“Alright I hear you I hear you, but I can’t just whip it out and be like-dumb slut! That feels weird to me,” he shrugged.

“We’re supposed to be having sex right now but I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin it-”

“I wonder why some people like degradation,” Jungkook pondered.

“This is getting us nowhere, nevermind just forget I said anything,” you sighed.

“No babe, I wanna do this how we’re both gonna like it. Maybe we should talk more about it tomorrow, and just sleep tonight huh?”

“No! Please please please don’t just sleep on me, I’m literally ready to go, I swear,” you answered. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

“See I’m not in it anymore so it just feels weird to hear you say that-”

“Jungkook are we really not gonna have sex after all this?”

“I dunno. I’m kinda tired,” he yawned to emphasize his statement.

“I’ll suck your dick, please, I’ll do anything to feel you-call me a needy bitch or whatever cause it’s true I'm a needy bitch for your dick daddy please.”

Jungkook’s brows raised in interest.

“You want it that bad huh?”

“Yes. I want it so bad please,” you begged.

“Alright baby, alright I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it? My big fat cock in that tiny pussy huh?”

“Yes,” you moaned, laying back into the pillows.

“I bet you do you whore,” he growled. “You come here in the middle of the fucking night because you’re so hungry for dick. I bet you’d crawl on the floor if I asked you to, huh? I might just have you crawl for this dick.”

“I’ll do it daddy, I’ll crawl, I’ll grovel, I’ll do whatever you want just please daddy,” you begged.

“Alright, I’m gonna fuck you dumb,” he snarled before coming forward to kiss you again.

You accepted his kiss and let him dominate the passionate exchange before whining and rutting against him. You were a dumb slut who wanted his dick more than anything in the world right now.

“Please daddy, give me your cock. Wanna suck it like a good girl,” you said.

“Aww my baby slut wants to suck my cock huh? Should I give it to you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“I don’t deserve it,” you whimpered. “I’ve been so bad, coming to daddy’s house so late and demanding his cock but if you let me, I’ll be so good for you.”

“Mmm, come here my baby,” he encouraged, moving you down so your body was flat but your head was propped up on a pillow. “Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it like the good little bitch you are, and you’re gonna thank daddy for giving you such a reward when you’ve been nothing but a disobedient little shit.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said before opening your mouth up to him. Jungkook wound back and pulled his pants down. You kept your mouth open, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.

Finally, you gave a small whimper and Jungkook freed his cock from his underwear and your eyes bulged. His cock wasn’t like-pornstar huge-but it was pretty big, thick and ready for your wet mouth.

“Open up wider, daddy’s cock won’t fit otherwise,” he said, scooting forward so that he was straddling your face.

“Fuck my throat daddy, I’ll be good,” you pleaded.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirked. “Nice and easy.”

He slowly eased his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to get adjusted before pushing a little further. You bobbed your head forward as much as you could but Jungkook was also thrusting at the same time, making you cough a little as he hit the back of your throat.

“Gag on it, yeah, fuck like that,” Jungkook moaned. “Love watching you struggle to take it all.”

You struggled to keep your throat relaxed as Jungkook thrusted forwards, fucking your mouth and throat. You whimpered under him. Jungkook was whispering the nastiest shit to you the whole time, effectively ruining your panties as you struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck you are a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Fuck, love watching you suck my dick. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw baby, gonna fuck it so deep and hard then I’m gonna make it all better by cuming down your throat to soothe the ache. Aren’t I such a nice daddy baby? Even though you’ve been so bad? Fuck your mouth is so hot, I love it. I love you,” he moaned.

You wanted to respond but you were rather preoccupied.

Jungkook was brutal at certain points, making your head spin with the lack of oxygen. But he seemed to know your limits pretty well because just before you’d want him to let you breathe, you would feel him let up. Giving you some air.

Jungkook’s groans turned to whines above you as he continued to fuck your throat.

“Gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your throat and make all that hurt go away. And then what does my special girl say huh? What do you say after that?”

You choked on his cock once more in lieu of a response and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Here it comes you dumb slut. Drink my cum,” he groaned, body tensing before he shuddered a few times and you felt the warmth of his cum go down your throat. You choked again and Jungkook brought his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest.

You wheezed a few times, feeling the sweet air in your lungs.

Jungkook took your jaw in his hands and kissed you senseless for a moment. Jungkook’s lips were swollen from him biting them and from your previous kisses.

“Thank you daddy,” you croaked, kissing him again.

“You’re so welcome,” he beamed. “How do you feel about spitting as a form of degradation?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Do it, please daddy,” you hiccuped, feeling the ache in your throat more.

“Open your mouth,” he said, pulling back.

You did as he asked and he spat right in your mouth, causing you to rub your thighs together as he growled.

“Now swallow.”

You did just that.

“What a good dumb slut you are,” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”

“Just for you daddy, only for you.”

“That’s right,” he snapped. “You’re all for me. My perfect stupid whore.”

“Daddy... My pussy... Hurts,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Let me look, let daddy see where it hurts baby,” he said, pulling your legs apart slowly.

The sight before him knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Your panties were stuck to your center. That's how wet you were for him. Fuck you looked so good, dripping and whining for him.

“I see the problem,” he said, biting his lips once more.

“What’s wrong daddy?”

“Need to eat your pussy baby, that way it won’t hurt anymore,” he said, placing an open mouth kiss to your core.

“Oh!” You gasped.

“Take those panties off for me,” he demanded, looking just as impatient as you felt.

You scrambled to get your underwear off, almost rolling off of his bed if it wasn’t for his gentle hands holding you. When you finally did get the blasted things off Jungkook’s mouth was quick to replace them. You moaned in surprise, but you quickly got a hold of yourself.

“Fuck! Feels so good,” you mewled.

“You taste even better,” he moaned into your wetness. He sucked on your clit lightly, causing your hips to buck and making his face smoosh into your cunt even more. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue moving against your sensitive center.

“Daddy, oh god,” you hiccuped.

“That’s right pretty, let it go for me, let me taste even more,” he said, licking and sucking on you like you were his last meal. The string in your tummy felt so tight like it could burst at any second. But fuck you just needed a little more. Just a smidge.

“Daddy... C-Can I-oh fuck me, can I have your fingers please,” you asked, trying so hard to be good.

“Being polite now huh? Now that I’m gonna make you cum? Well, I wanna see how tight this pussy is, wanna stretch you out before you get shoved onto my cock.”

You could feel the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted it so bad and if he didn’t give it to you, you weren’t sure what was going to go down-oh...

“Fuck!” you screamed as Jungkook entered two fingers into you. Your walls clamped down on the intruders and Jungkook huffed into your center at the sensation.

“Shit you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, licking firmly at your clit as he struggled to keep his control.

“Daddy, m-my pussy, so full,” you hiccuped, feeling the tears finally start to trickle down your cheeks.

“I bet it is, but you’re still gonna take this big cock. I promise it’ll feel so good baby. Hot and throbbing in your pretty pussy,” he said, not yet noticing that your cheeks were swelling from your salty tears.

“Daddy,” you said, feeling yourself shaking as Jungkook began to thrust his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, gonna feel so good on my dick. You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl huh?” he said, like someone might say to a young pup. But here you were, eating it all up. Fuck, the tears wouldn’t stop. It was almost too much. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. God not yet.

“Mngh, your fingers are so good,” you whispered, arm going over your eyes to help shield them from Jungkook’s heinous activities downstairs.

Because if you kept looking you might pass out.

You sniffled and felt Jungkook pause his fingers inside of you.

“Are you crying baby?”

“N-No.” You swallowed to try and keep the shudders at bay but his fingers wickedly started up again.

“Hm, you aren’t? Well, let me take a look then,” he said.

“No!”

“Y/N, are you alright? Just move your arm,” he encouraged.

“I-I can’t,” you said.

“Then let me help you,” Jungkook answered, moving your arms away from your face and pinning them to your sides.

Jungkook was slightly blurry, your eyes now doubt slightly swollen and red from your tears. You weren’t sure why you were crying so much but you were certainly overwhelmed.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“No Daddy, I don’t,” you said, looking him square in the eyes.

“Alright,” Jungkook said, kissing up your throat, and onto your chin. Next, claiming your lips in a harsh exchange. But a sweet peck was placed right after to soothe the sting. Jungkook then kissed your cheek. You felt a wet sensation, and realized. He was licking you. More specifically-your tears.

Holy shit.

Jeon Jungkook has a crying fetish.

You wanted to laugh, but you were so turned on all you managed was a slight wheeze, which was interrupted by Jungkook’s plush mouth coming back to yours.

Jungkook grabbed onto your lingerie and pulled it up and off, baring you fully to his hungry eyes. He looked at you like you were everything he’s ever wanted and more. Fuck, was this love? Is this what all those teen fanfiction authors are spurring on about?

Cause, if it is, they’re onto something.

The tears poured down harder as Jungkook came back to you.

“My baby, so emotional huh?” he whispered, biting on your ear gently.

“I just love you-so much,” you said, intertwining your fingers.

“I love you too baby, more than I could ever say, but maybe I could show you,” he said, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor.

“Yes, yes please I want it,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him. Jungkook moved slowly, crawling up the bed towards you like a hungry jaguar hunting the antelope.

“I know you do, so do I, fuck are you sure you’re wet enough? Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, mind probably spiraling at the thought that this was actually going to happen now.

“I’m wet enough, believe me, but you don’t have to use a condom. I’m on the pill,” you said softly, touching his cheek. “And I trust you.”

“Okay, whatever you want... might even give you my cum if you ask like a good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips before lining up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Jungkook groaned when he sank in. Because fuck, it felt too good.

“You’re so tight, and wet and-shit, feels so good baby,” he praised you.

A soft whimper and tear came from you as Jungkook slowly pushed in. Your breathing shallowed and Jungkook felt you tensing.

“Ease up baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he shushed, pressing gentle kissing to your sweaty hairline.

“So big,” you mewled.

“Almost there. Be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook moaned out.

“Want it all,” you said, gripping his hips tight.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he bottomed out. Your cunt was stretched to its max it felt like. Jungkook held still as he could until you gave him the okay by tapping his side gently.

“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concerned.

“I’m okay, please move,” you said, bucking your hips against his softly.

“Alright baby, hold on tight,” he smiled, before bringing your lips together and setting a slow pace. With each draw out and push in he felt incredible. So hot and big inside of you. But he wasn’t rushing either. You could feel every inch when he pushed in, and the slight ache when he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, it was more like you just wanted him there always.

“Fuck, feels so good, daddy. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!” you cried, gripping his forearm.

“Yeah? Wanna cum on this dick you dirty girl. Coat my dick, coat it in your cum for me,” he egged you on so much it made your head spin.

You’d never felt like this during sex. Most of the time you were chasing after your orgasms. Sometimes having to finish yourself off after your partner had long since fallen asleep. But right now? You were being throw towards your end at a rapid pace. He’d barely been going a minute and you were already such a mess.

“Shit so tight, fuck, come on baby. Cum, cum hard I wanna feel it,” Jungkook growled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a tight lock.

You moaned and cried against his lips as finally-finally your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook felt your walls flutter around him and he bit down on his lip as he pulled away from you, letting you ride through the afterglow slowly. Jungkook halted his movement when you started whimpering.

“Too sensitive? Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked, eyes sparkling in the dark.

“It doesn’t hurt, just want more,” you begged. One orgasm was never going to be enough with Jungkook. Because he felt so good, knew exactly where to touch and when to touch you. Fuck it was so god damn good you were still teary eyed.

“My greedy slut wants another one?”

“Yes, yes please!” you said, moving against him, already feeling pleasure rather than the sharp ache. You cried out when Jungkook left your needy hole empty.

“Lift your ass up in the air,” he demanded. Knees wobbly after your climax you almost fell, but Jungkook’s gentle grip was there to stabilize you.

“L-Like this?” you asked, spine curved and hips jutting outward.

“Just like that baby,” he said, approaching you with a gentle smack to your ass.

“Oh!” you gasped, and Jungkook just laughed. You knew it didn’t hurt but you weren’t expecting to feel such a rush from it.

“Like being spanked pretty?” he asked, landing another one on the other cheek.

“Fuck!” you cried out, falling forward on your elbows.

“I think you do baby slut,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers through your slick. He rubbed at your clit a little, enhancing the sensations all the more.

“Daddy, fuck,” you said, arching your back.

“Take my cock baby,” he said, rubbing it against your wet pussy.

“Yes, yes,” you whispered to yourself. But Jungkook heard it as he pushed into you once more. Your warm walls welcoming him as he pushed inside your wet heat again and again.

“That’s right, daddy’s cock is all you want isn’t it? Say daddy’s cock is all you need,” he encouraged.

“D-Daddy’s-ah!” you cried out as Jungkook landed a sharper whack to your ass.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Daddy’s cock is all I-hngh fuck! All I need!” you said, struggling to speak as Jungkook’s cock battered your core.

“That’s it, that’s what daddy wants to hear. You’re my good slut, aw fuck, feels so fucking good,” he said, pushing forward harder.

“So good daddy, feels so good,” you murmured, feeling your sanity slipping away from you.

“Gonna fuck you dumb, you’ll be full of cum and uh fuck-jesus christ you’re so tight-and you’ll want more of it. In your mouth, in your pussy and on those fucking gorgeous tits, yes baby fuck it,” he groaned, molding his back to yours as he interlocked your fingers.

“Uh uh uh, daddy I want it, pleas-s-se give me your cum,” you said, unable to really speak coherently at this point.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, rutting into you harder, causing stars to erupt from behind your eyes.

“Me-e too, fuck!” after a particularly harsh thrust Jungkook kissed your neck and you could feel him tensing up.

“Right there baby, right there,” he groaned, gripping your hands tighter.

“Jungkook,” you cried, orgasm finally taking you causing your walls to flutter around Jungkook’s cock. He’d already felt your climax once, but twice proved to be too much. Jungkook whispered your name into your neck as he came inside of you with a firm thrust.

Your vision blurred as you felt Jungkook give a few more shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at the mess you’d made.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he approached you.

“Yes, kook?” you said, turning over.

“Wanna take a bath baby?” he asked, kissing your shin and up to your knee.

“Mmm, yes. Wanna take one together?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Jungkook started the water and you both got in, relaxing against one another. Jungkook brought your body close to his, wrapping you up in his arms as he kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Love you so much,” he said, bringing your fingers to his lips.

“I love you too kook,” you said, bringing his head down to meet yours in a sweet kiss.

This must be love. You thought to yourself. You may have almost puked because of how sweet your thoughts had turned. But you couldn’t help but let yourself be smooshy and gross with him. Because it was Jungkook. And he was everything you could ever want and more.

Before you got too far into that, Jungkook pulled the plug on that bath and had you wrapped up in a towel.

“Go get changed baby I’ll be right out,” he said, moving towards his sink no doubt to brush his teeth..

When you two finally got settled down and wrapped up in the sheets you kissed Jungkook’s chest before laying your head on it.

Listening to his heartbeat lulled you off into a peaceful slumber.

This must be love.

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-Masterlist-

Hello~

Welcome to the blog!

*Thank you to @badgalsgetinfree (Sevń) for the blog banners and updated graphics! I appreciate it so much dear!*

I'm Jess, and I'm glad to see you've stopped by! I've been a member of ARMY since 2014 and I am YoonKook bias with a 95 line bias wrecker but tbh, OT7 is the ultimate bias-wrecker...

I do cross post on AO3, the name is DreamingCompanion.

Here is a collection of all of my stories.

Be aware I have been writing on this page for a while, so you might notice some of these stories are rather old and tbh-kinda cringy.

*NEW*

I have updated the masterlist and removed a lot of my older works. Now, these works are still on the blog and you can find them if you so choose. I am removing them from the masterlist because they no longer accurately represent me as a writer but they do show my growth so I will keep them there for those who have enjoyed them.

So please sit back and relax, enjoy the ride.

Please refrain from asking about updates. I write for fun, I want to keep it that way. Please be respectful/considerate when asking me (or any content creator) about updates.

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I am not responsible for your lack of discretion; I am not responsible for you breaking the rules I have set.

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M - Mature Content

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-Oneshots-

Cold Chinese - M, F

Part I Part II - COMPLETED

Jin was terribly in love with his boyfriend, Jungkook. But he also had some fantasies to live out. Through you. His female best friend. (Polyamorous!AU)

-Oneshots-

Cornfields - M, F

He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It's the one where Yoongi's a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos - M, F, A (Sequel to Cornfields)

Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

Cannabis Connoisseur - M, Slight F

Yoongi is the local “cannabis connoisseur.” Every college student who smokes started with a Mr. Min Yoongi. Not only is he the image of slick and cool, giving even the male sports stars a run for their money in the looks department. Insert, you, a study bug who currently is having insanely bad bouts of insomnia. Lucky for you, Yoongi has something for that.

-Series-

Crimson Grail - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI - ONGOING

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough... One taste of adventure, and you were addicted. (Pirate!AU - HIATUS)

Coming Soon...

-Oneshots-

Uncontrolled - M, Baby A

As a half breed, being a werewolf wasn't ever your identity. Until a certain aspect makes itself known... (Werewolf!AU)

Roomie - M, F

After a disappointing slew of failed sexual escapades, you find yourself willing to do some crazy things.

Falling for your roommate not included.

-Series-

Ambrosia - M, F, A

Prologue

Cast out of Olympus with the task to find his one true love, Aphrodite is certain his match will come to him. But as the years drag on, what happens when the God of Love, gives up? (Mythology!AU - HIATUS/DELAY OF OFFICAL POSTING)

Baby Talk - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change... (Pregnancy/Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU - HIATUS)

-Oneshots-

Under the Covers - M, A

Taehyung and you are assigned to be married while you hunt down a notorious drug trafficker. Problem is, the two of you don't exactly get along... (Spy!AU)

-Series-

Taming the Beast - M, F, A

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

-Oneshots-

Cold Chinese - M, F

Part I Part II - COMPLETED

Jin was terribly in love with his boyfriend, Jungkook. But he also had some fantasies to live out. Through you. His female best friend. (Polyamorous!AU)

Witch's Brew - M

With a witch out on the prowl, the Royal Knight Jungkook has been issued a task. But can he complete it? Especially when you're as beautiful as you are? (Knight!AU)

Kill Me Softly - M, F (kinda, if you squint), A

As a reclusive vampire, you haven’t seen one of your kind in centuries. Regardless, Jungkook is tasked with hunting you down and bringing you back to the King by whatever means necessary. Even if you’re shattered by the end of it. (Vampire!AU)

Star Crossed - M, F, A

Theatre had been your life, and one fuck boy was not going to mess it up for you. Probably. (College!AU)

Dreaming of You - M, F

You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn't. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

Witch's End - M, F, Heavy A (Main Character Death)

You and Jungkook have been seeing each other for a while. But when new challenges black your way, will you be able to handle the obstacles? Or will your differences be too much in the end after all? (Continuation of Witch's Brew-Can be read as a stand alone)

"Besties for the Resties" - M, F, A

Jungkook had always been your friend since the day you two met as young kids. But what happens when your friendship is put to the test? Can you remain “besties for the resties?” Or will years of friendship be lost in the blink of an eye?

Cat Got Your Tongue? - M, F, A

You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

-Series-

Baby Talk - M, F, A

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

*Please note: If any story says it is discontinued/on hiatus I will not be answering asks pertaining to updates for those stories, as I have stated here the story is not currently being worked on or being posted.*

Thank you for stopping by!

Love, Jess

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Taming the Beast - Part III

HOLY SHIT I'M BACK!

Shout out to @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner! Thank you Amelia it turned out beautiful! And as always thank you to my lovely beta Ryn @queenofthedamnit! Please enjoy guys!

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, Minor Character Death, Strong language, (If I forgot anything please let me know nicely! Thank you <3)

Words: 7.6k

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

You sat, staring out your window. Your hair was still wet, but you had put it down now. Elaine had suggested starting a bath and getting in, but you didn’t want to do it at the moment.

She sighed but acquiesced and left you alone.

You really missed home. Your heart ached at the loss of your family; your people.

You wish there was some way you could hear your mother’s voice. Feel her fingers stroking through your hair on the last night you were with her. It made you feel so alone, so utterly and heartbreakingly alone. There was nothing for you in this place.

Perhaps this is how Taehyung felt that night before you hauled him from the balcony in a frenzy. You couldn’t help but snort at the lunacy of the whole ordeal. Taehyung was dreamy eyed and pliant then.

At this luncheon, he was anything but.

Demanding things of you. Protecting that woman over you, choosing her side…

Was this the life you were expected to live? You were meant to live your life for him? To serve him? What kind of shit was that? The vows Elaine went on about seemed absolutely archaic. In your village, you worked together in the relationship. You each had your roles of course, but there was a mutual respect for each other. You lifted each other up, not tore each other down. How could anyone function like that?

You sighed and brushed your hair away from your face. It was getting long, your mother would’ve loved it. She adored putting jewels and decorating your hair. But now, all that you felt was the hole in your heart where home was supposed to be. Because right now?

You had no home.

No where you belonged.

These people would never accept you as their Queen. Even if Taehyung and his Father worked actively to make you pleasant to the citizens, there was a good chance they still wouldn’t take to you.

You’d been told before by several people here in the palace that you’re hard to swallow and people don’t like you. Maids, servants, people who were supposed to be underneath you in this weird hierarchy were looking down on you. How did that work?

What were you supposed to do?

Every corner lead to disappointment for you and for them. It was hard enough as it was to deal with the different culture and everything that came along with that. Elaine was nice enough, but it was clear she didn’t like you. She was in love with your soon to be husband. You weren’t as asleep as they had thought when they had their little conversation.

You had an inkling there was more than a friendly relationship between the two of them from the beginning. It wasn’t upsetting, you were glad they had found someone but… He’d broken it off, claiming loyalty to you.

Where was that loyalty in front of that court? Where was that protective nature?

This must be an act, right?

Something he puts on in front of her?

Or is it the opposite? He only feels comfortable to show his true self to her because of their background…

Whatever it was, this two sided coin was spinning. And when it falls, you fear you may suffer the consequences…

A soft knock came to your door, startling you back to the present.

Elaine popped her head in.

“Are you ready for that bath now?” She asked, a towel and new clothes already in her hands.

“I’d prefer to be alone, thank you,” you said.

“His Highness the Prince insisted I have you bathe,” she urged.

“Tell him if he wants me to bathe so bad he’ll have to join me,” you gritted out. “Since everyone seems to need to supervise every little thing that I do here. Perhaps I’m bathing wrong.”

You saw Elaine tighten her grip on the bath towels and you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt run through your body. If they were so set on being snobbish, you could play that game.

“My Lady please, just come with me to the baths,” Elaine pleaded.

“No,” you argued back.

“Y/N,” a deep voice came from behind Elaine.

You raised your eyes to meet the dark onyx ones of Taehyung.

“Ah, so you do exist. I thought that after that embarrassment to your pride you’d hide from me for weeks,” you snarked.

“Y/N, just listen-”

“I think I’m done listening for today, if you’d both leave me-”

A coughing fit took over, the chill was already starting to run through you again. The water was truly going to be your end. How ironic.

You’d love playing in it as a child, now the medium was one of death.

“Just get in the bath, come along,” Taehyung urged, beginning to approach you. You saw Elaine’s eyes flare in anger, but she hid it well enough. You were surprised you hadn’t noticed before.

“If I get in the bath then the next meal you’ll have that lady apologize to me, in front of the court,” you said, with piercing eyes.

Taehyung paled.

“You know I can’t do that,” Taehyung sighed.

“You can, you just refuse to admit that they were wrong and I wasn’t. For once I can’t be blamed as the problem in a situation and it doesn’t sit well with you. What a coward you are,” you sighed.

“People who speak to his highness like that can be hanged,” Elaine yelled.

“Elaine, that’s enough! You are dismissed. This is between me and my fiance,” Taehyung said. Elaine’s eyes glazed over before she threw the clothes and fabric on the floor before storming out.

“I won’t lose him. I can’t lose him. I refuse,” she murmured to herself, walking down the hall. All she had to do was get a faulty potion. It was easy enough, she knew where the cheap apothecaries were...

But, she couldn’t do it for real. Just a fake one. Just a fake tonic, that’s all it would take.

She could start showing symptoms soon. It’d been about a month and a half since their last tryst. Elaine’s heart ached with the lost passion between them. Taehyung had been cold and distant since you’d arrived and she’d have none of it anymore.

She’d had him first.

So she’ll have him last.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, leaving Taehyung sighing heavily.

“You certainly know how to push all the right buttons,” Taehyung shook his head.

“I know it was her,” you whispered.

The room became deathly quiet.

Taehyung’s face paled even more.

“Y-You what?”

“I know Elaine is the woman you love,” you said, rubbing your elbows defensively.

“B-But how could you know?”

“The way she looks at you. Anyone could see she loves you, although you don’t really return her stare anymore. How sad for her,” you murmured.

“We haven’t done anything since you’ve come here. If you torture her with this-”

“Taehyung, I know we don’t really like each other, but I’m not going to cause suffering without reason. She loves you, there’s no reason to make her suffer more than she already is. I’m not heartless,” you defended.

“Then why do you make everyone believe that you are?” he asked.

“I’ve done this?” you asked, genuinely curious when you’ve made yourself seem like a heartless individual.

“Talking about death so freely, scaring people intentionally, being defiant-”

“Being ‘defiant’ as you call it, isn’t heartless. It’s holding my own, and in a place where there’s no else looking out for me but me? I think I’m well within my right to speak freely and candidly when I think it necessary,” you said.

“You’re so difficult to understand,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“I hardly think so, I really do speak a lot of what’s on my mind, you people just don’t listen to me.”

Taehyung rubbed his face in frustration.

“You can be so unreasonable,” he said. “But I think you’re right. I don’t think we listen enough to you.”

The surprise must’ve shown on your face because Taehyung’s face broke into a soft smile.

“You’re really something else. And I think everyone should know you are, without making you apologize,” he said slowly.

“You mean I can be myself? Without having to ask for permission? Without apologizing? I can be me?” you asked, trying to keep your hopes from getting too excited.

“There’ll be certain limitations, but you can be yourself with me... I hope that’s enough for now,” he said.

You knew there would be a catch at some point. But this was a start, albeit a dangerous one. If you bore everything to Taehyung and he went and told the King or his advisors, they could manipulate you into doing everything they want...

“As long as you do the same with me. Be yourself,” you said.

“Consider it a deal.”

“You’ll tell him today,” the deep voice told her. She stood in the study awkwardly, rubbing her palms together.

“Yes,” Elaine said, biting her lip.

“Is there a problem, Elaine?”

Elaine couldn’t help but shudder at the ice in the tone used. She hated dealing with people like him, but there wasn’t much that could be done. If she wanted to keep Taehyung, there was little to be done but to force her hand.

His hand twirled in the air, she watched as a dark purple glow entered her chest.

Taehyung... Taehyung and her-together? That’s all she could see. All she cared about...

She took her trays and started towards the kitchen. She greeted the cooks like she usually did, a soft smile on her features. But underneath it all...

Elaine was a beautiful woman. No wonder Taehyung was so infatuated with her while growing up.

You sat on the counter of the kitchen, staring at Elaine.

Taehyung had managed to finagle you into a bath with a couple of the other maids helping. You were a bit of a menace but you couldn’t really help it. They were pulling your hair a bit. And you were certain that it was on purpose.

But something about Elaine seemed off today.

She was beautiful, yes, you’d been aware of this from the first day you’d met her. She wasn’t really mean. Petty, absolutely, but not truly mean hearted. There was a certain look to people like that, they held themselves differently than everyone else in the room. Like they had something to hide.

And for the first time since you met Elaine, she held that very same look.

So, you decided to follow her a bit.

You didn’t have much going on today anyways. This might prove to be much more interesting than anything else. Plus, she was your head maid, so you were allowed to be with her. Perhaps they’d think you were starting to get along with people.

Playing nice.

Hardly.

But as you followed her around, you noticed that her shoulders were tense. She was up to something, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. You already knew she and Taehyung had been together, but Taehyung had said that there hadn’t been anything between them since you’d arrived.

He’d even begun to be more open with you. Even though you haven’t been allowed back at another court session, Taehyung said you’d get the opportunity to show yourself in a different light at an upcoming ball.

If you showed the people how appealing you could be when you wanted, then maybe you could get close enough to let the barrier down and truly open up.

It was getting more and more difficult to deal with these people. Looking down on you. You were a Princess in your own right from your tribe; there wasn’t a higher position for someone your age unless married.

This kind of insult would’ve been handled swiftly back home-no...

This was your home now. How ridiculous of you to forget...

Your mother would only come once you conceived to help you while giving birth and then she would leave again...

Then that would be it... You’d never see her after that...

The idea made you want to cry, but you had other things to focus on right now. Elaine headed towards a random room towards the servants quarters and she shut the door, knocking on it four times.

You hid behind a pillar to see if anyone came after that. And lo and behold, someone did.

Taehyung walked into the room carefully, looking around but not really caring much before rushing inside of the room and shutting the door with a soft click. You got closer then, leaning against the wall against the cold stone of the palace.

“Taehyung, this is serious. Quit,” you heard Taehyung whine something, but it was unclear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to call so suddenly. You know we can’t do anything, but I can kiss you. I’m not married yet, not just yet so let me kiss you at the very least,” Taehyung complained.

“Taehyung,” Elaine said in a shaky tone. “I haven’t bled this month.”

Your heart stopped in your chest.

She hadn’t bled? How long?

“W-What do you mean you haven’t bled? What about the tonics you’re supposed to take?” Taehyung’s voice turned concerned.

“I had to buy it from a different apothecary. The one I usually purchase from wasn’t there at the market. I’m sorry Taehyung, but I’m scared, I don’t know what to do!”

Taehyung sighed.

“You have to leave,” he said.

“What?”

You could hear the confusion in Elaine’s tone. That certainly wasn’t what she was expecting him to say.

“Do you realize what this will do to the alliance? If it’s discovered I got a servant pregnant... My father will kill you. He won’t care-”

“You won’t let him, I know you’ll defend us,” she said, placing her hand on her stomach gently.”

“Elaine I can’t! I can’t even protect my soon to be wife from him, let alone you and a possible child.”

“Possible? Taehyung I haven’t bled! That’s as good as saying I’m-”

Her voice cut off quickly.

“Don’t you say it, you don’t know who could be listening. Imagine if Y/N heard this? She could call this whole thing off and then the kingdom is defenseless against the Jung empire. What will we do if she tells her family of this? How will it look?”

“You’re talking as if this is all my fault! Stand up to your father, tell him you don’t want to marry Y/N! Tell him that you’ll marry the woman who is carrying your child!”

“Can you hear yourself? This is all delusional thinking! I’ve heard women can skip bleeding if they’re stressed enough. You’ve been nothing but stressed since Y/N got here. Perhaps that is the case and not a child,” Taehyung said, trying to soothe her. But apparently all he did was agitate her.

“And what if it’s not? What if I really am pregnant Taehyung!? This is how you react? I thought you loved me, I thought that what we had-”

“You have to forget me. You really can’t keep bringing this up, Elaine. I loved you so much, I loved you until my lungs ached, but we can no longer be together. I-I long to kiss you, to tell you how much I do love you. But the more I do that, the more I hurt us both. I’m trying to build a relationship with Y/N, the future Queen. There’s nothing I can do about this, as much as it hurts me. And believe me when I tell you Elaine, to have loved you has been a great treasure to me. But now, we both must let go,” he urged. You could hear the emotion in his voice and knew this was all he could do.

“Taehyung don’t give up-please. Don’t give up on us,” she said, quietly.

“I have to give you up, as much as it hurts me,” he whispered.

“And if I am with child?”

Taehyung was silent for a moment.

“I’ll give you something, enough to give you a decent life. Something to care for you and the child for the rest of your lives. But that’s all I can do. We can’t have a bastard child in this palace, can you imagine what the court would do to them? Look at what they’re already doing to Y/N,” he said.

“But she’s a savage! In this palace! She deserves every ounce of anger and hatred thrown her way! She doesn’t belong here!” Elaine spit out.

You didn’t think that those words would sting so much coming from her, but they do. She’d always been kind to you, kind enough. You knew she didn’t particularly like you, but, those words stung just the same.

You really shouldn’t listen anymore. This was a private conversation that you were peering in on. How shameful, your mother would be disappointed.

Sighing, you pushed the door open.

Taehyung and Elaine both looked at you, tears prevalent in their eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked.

“I’ve been listening. I apologize, I shouldn’t have intruded. But, I was following Elaine.”

Elaine’s face turned to shock.

“H-How long? Why?” She asked.

“Originally? It was curiosity, you seemed different today. Now I know why,” you said.

“What do you want?” she asked. “I won’t get rid of it. I refuse, you can’t make me!” She cried.

“I haven’t said anything yet,” you soothed.

“Y-You’re here to take Taehyung away from me. That’s all you’ve ever been here to do. I-I won’t let you,” she said, shaking.

“Elaine calm down,” Taehyung said, rubbing her shoulders.

“You don’t see it. None of you see how much better I am than her. How perfect I would be as your bride! As your wife. I would obey you, everything you asked I would do it! Without question!”

“Perhaps that’s not the kind of bride he needs. Maybe Taehyung needs someone to question him so that he can think harder about the decisions that need to be made,” you said off handedly.

Although that wasn’t the right thing to say.

“What?”

“Y/N, stop!”

“This isn’t meant to be malicious,” you said, putting your hands up.

“Everything you do is disgusting! I’ve had to watch you and take care of you while knowing that I’d be perfect for Taehyung.”

“Elaine! That’s enough! She knows now, that means she could get you killed!”

“Taehyung, I'm not going to get her killed!” You exclaimed.

“It might not even be intentional. But now that you know who she is to me, you-you hold that power over me.”

“It’s not something I intend to hold over you, that’s wrong any way you look at it. Elaine, if you are pregnant Taehyung can figure something out where you can live comfortably. But he’s right when he says you can’t be together. If he marries you, then war will start all over again, countless will die. Plus, if you think the people will like you any more than me, you’re mistaken,” you said.

“Y/N,” Taehyung warned.

“I’m not saying this to be harmful, but you need to know this Elaine. If you truly are pregnant, I’ll protect you and your child with my life. They’ll never be discovered. But you’ll never have Taehyung. And I apologize for that,” you whispered, bowing your head slightly.

“You’re going to die if you keep saying shit like that,” Elaine said, head still staring down at the floor.

“Elaine, calm down. This can be resolved calmly and orderly. You need to focus,” Taehyung said.

“Focus-yes. Exactly,” she said, lifting her head. You saw the tinge of purple around her irises and fear struck down your chest.

“Magic. She’s been charmed, Taehyung,” you warned.

“What?” he asked, looking towards Elaine.

“Her irises are purple. It’s a charm, she’s dangerous. Be very careful with what you say,” you warned.

“Coming from you, that’s hard to swallow,” Taehyung sighed.

“You’re trying to take him away from me. It’s you, you’re the problem. I-If I get rid of you, then we can be happy. Taehyung and I can be together and be in love...”

“No Elaine, we can’t!” Taehyung shouted.

“Listen to me Taehyung. If we kill Y/N, then everything is solved. She’s gone, saying it was an accident and I’m sure her people will still back you. Then you can face the Jung empire with them and we can be together,” her voice was getting frantic.

“Elaine, that's not something you should be saying. It’s treason!” Taehyung warned.

“She’s not your wife yet, I can say what I want. And I intend to!” she growled, coming forward and digging her fingers into your flesh.

“You’re pathetic. Clinging to Taehyung like a lifeline when you know you’re alone here. There’s not one person in this palace that cares for you. You’re disgusting, lower than trash. I hate you, I hate what you’ve done to him, and what you’ve made me do, you’ve made me a murderer,” she said, brandishing a blade from her side.

“Elaine, what are you doing?!” Taehyung screamed.

“You don’t want to fight me,” you warned.

“I do, and I’m going to win,” she snarled.

“You have motivation, but I have the patience,” you explained.

She struck then, aiming for your throat. She’s charmed so she’s stronger than she’d usually be, so you took her momentum and threw her over your shoulder, having her land hard on her back.

“Y/N, Elaine!” Taehyung yelped, rushing over.

“Stay back Taehyung, she won’t stop. You don’t need to get in the crossfire. I was bred to do this,” you said, eyes narrowing and looking at Elaine with sheer venom.

“I won’t back down,” she wavered. Purple around her irises blinking out for a moment.

She was fighting it.

“Don’t expect me to,” you stated.

“Please Y/N, what if she is pregnant you need to be careful,” Taehyung said.

“I’ll do my best but she’s not going to give me an opportunity to go easy,” you said, moving right as she jabbed the knife up and almost slicing your cheek. She hauled herself off the floor in her skirts and everything, panting hard against the corset.

Corset...

If she thought she was pregnant, she would’ve taken it off.

There’s something more going on here. There's something that she isn’t saying.

It’s seconds later that she tries to land a stab to your stomach. You manage to move in time to avoid getting skewered. But it’s the fact that she’s attacking so erratically that’s throwing you off. You’re used to tactical fighting, not this kind of mess she’s putting on.

You moved out of her way yet again, but Taehyung caught her by the shoulders. “Elaine, stop this before you or Y/N get hurt!”

Taehyung had never seen Elaine act so feral. Would she do this if she really was pregnant? It seems really dangerous. Especially to someone supposedly with child. Unless…

“She’s lying Taehyung! She’s not pregnant!”

“How do you know? You’re nobody, just a random savage that they picked up to play a princess,” Elaine growled.

“I’m a Princess of the Nightcrawler Tribe and you won’t say such things to me without consequences.” With that you charged forward and hit her right in the chest, knocking the wind out of her, watching as she lay flat on the floor.

“Stay down,” Taehyung warned her. “Y/N is trained in hand to hand combat you had no chance.”

“I won’t lose, I refuse,” Elaine said, standing up and shakily holding the knife out towards you.

“What is the meaning of this?” Seokjin’s voice echoed through the room. Elaine’s charm seemed to disappear, eyes turning back to their original color. She looked at the knife in her hand and to Taehyung, then to you.

“M-My Lady, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, dropping the knife quickly.

“It’s alright-”

“It’s treason, actually Lady Y/N. Something that Miss Elaine is quite aware of,” Jimin’s voice said, appearing behind Seokjin like he’d been there the whole time.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Seokjin asked, raising a brow at Elaine, Taehyung and yourself.

“N0thing’s going on, nothing’s wrong,” Taehyung scrambled to say.

“Highness, a servant is pointing a weapon at your fiancé, I believe there is something wrong with that,” Jimin said.

“She’s not anymore so let’s just forget it happened,” you urged, coming towards Elaine.

“Please don’t, you’ll make it worse,” she whispered.

Freezing in your tracks you looked back at Jimin and Seokjin who had solemn looks on their faces.

“Miss Elaine, this is treason, you know the punishment,” Jimin said, brining his sword out.

“Please no,” Taehyung whispered.

“I-I’ll leave, you’ll never hear from me again I swear it,” she promised, kneeling on the ground, putting her head to the floor.

Jimin came forward.

The room was dead silent. No one breathed.

“That’s not the punishment for treason,” he said, taking his sword and running it through her back. Jimin pulled his sword back and sheathed it, stepping behind Seokjin once more.

“Justice has been served. We’ll alert the King of the proceedings and other members of the guard. If she was after Lady Y/N, we know there will be other’s. This wedding needs to happen soon,” Seokjin stated.

“Ack,” Elaine groaned, falling to the side, blood pooling from her stomach.

Taehyung collapsed next to her, bringing her head into his lap, staining his clothes with blood.

“The servants will be back to collect her,” Jimin stated, turning and headed out the door, Seokjin following him shortly thereafter.

You sighed and looked down, turning your back and heading towards the door.

“W-wait,” Elaine’s weak voice reached your ears. You turned and looked at Taehyung’s tear filled eyes and swallowed hard.

“Yes Elaine,” you said, coming back.

“T-There’s something you both should know. I-I wasn’t alone… I was working with someone… Someone wants you dead Lady Y/N, and they want the crown for themselves-”

“Who? Who Elaine?” You asked, trying to get the information. But she gripped onto Taehyung’s hand tighter and you knew that this was their chance. Their last chance.

“I love you Taehyung. I really do, and I’m sorry Lady Y/N, I was blinded by jealousy, and I wish you nothing but good things in your life. I apologize,” she coughed, blood staining her hands.

“I love you too Elaine, as much as I shouldn’t. I’ve loved you for so long, I’m sorry I was cruel,” he whimpered.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Lady Y/N is going to take care of you and you’re going to take care of her,” she whispered.

“But-”

“Shh now, Taehyung,” she said, holding his hand. “It’s okay. I know we were never going to be forever. That’s okay, find someone who can be your forever,” she urged.

“I-I want forever with you,” Taehyung hiccuped.

“I-I did... as well,” she whispered.

“I love you Elaine,” Taehyung cried.

“I love... you...”

Her hand dropped from his cheek and hit the floor, splattering blood across the dirt.

The dam within Taehyung broke as tears fell down his cheeks quickly, sobs wracked his body. You wanted to say something, you wanted to comfort him. But there were no words that could convey how sorry you were to him. All of them would do Elaine an injustice.

She wasn’t the bad guy...

She just got caught in the middle of a fight she never should’ve seen.

Taehyung grabbed Elaine and pulled her limp body to him, kissing her head and rocking back and forth. You could feel his pain like it was your own, your heart ached for him and for the love he’d lost.

He was utterly broken at this moment, and you had no idea how to help him put himself back together.

The sound of feet and metal carried through the hall.

Guards?

Soon there were several bodies crammed around the room. You stood to protect Taehyung while he grieved, but soon were shoved out of the way by Xavier. You landed on the ground like a rag, making your eyes widen. How did he do that so easily?

“What do you call this?” Xavier asked, staring at Taehyung’s weeping form.

“Please, leave us,” Taehyung whimpered, shedding more tears at the sight of servants entering the room.

“Reganold, remove this harlot from the Prince’s feet, someone get a bath running for him. I want that whore’s blood off of him this instant. We don’t need any more reason to make the public think you’re a weak willed man, Prince Taehyung,” Xavier grilled.

“How dare you speak to him like that,” you said, standing up and glaring at the Royal Advisor with nothing but malice. “He’s hurting. He’s allowed. He’s human.”

“He’s a prince first,” Xavier said, waving you off with a dismissive hand.

“No, he’s a person first. Prince is just a label you’ve placed on him and forced him to adhere to. He might be no better than a commoner in your eyes with his emotions, but that makes him so much stronger than you’ll ever know. A King with compassion is more powerful than anyone takes care to notice,” you growled.

“One more word Lady Y/N, and I’ll have you forcefully removed,” Xavier warned.

“Here my boy, hand her here,” Reganold said, leaning down to pick up Elaine from Taehyung’s bloodied hands.

“No, please not yet,” Taehyung pleaded.

“She’s in a better place now,” the older butler soothed, easing Elaine’s body from Taehyung’s grasp and into his own. A few other maid’s came over and started to clean Taehyung up, but he seemed to be losing his contact with reality.

“Taehyung,” you called, stepping forward.

“Grab her,” Xavier said.

“But-” however before you could protest, arms were linking yours and hauling you off your feet.

“Remove her, the Prince and I need to have a private conversation,” Xavier said, raising his chin as Taehyung’s eyes seemed to lose all their light.

“Please! Let me talk to him! Let me speak with him,” you begged,

“I have nothing,” Taehyung whispered as you were removed from the room.

Me neither, you wanted to scream back at him.

But it wasn’t as true as you’d thought.

Roaming the halls that night you shuddered.

A different maid had been assigned as your handler for lack of a better word, but she was almost silent when she worked, hardly speaking unless spoken to. At least Elaine would try to make conversation, even if she apparently didn’t like you as much as you had perceived.

It was cold down this hallway.

You walked past the study in this wing of the palace and saw Taehyung on the balcony yet again. But this time, he wasn’t talking.

He was staring at the stars, blankly gazing into the bright night.

Slowly, you approached him.

Placing your hands on the railing you watched him carefully. If he had noticed your approach he hadn’t acknowledged you, and you weren’t expecting him to either. He’d been a lot that day. His eyes were still red like he’d continued crying after the guards had dragged you out of the room and locked you away in your room until dinner time.

You knew Taehyung was hurting more than you could comfort right now.

But maybe someone else could.

“Queen Hiyori, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m of the Night crawler tribe. I-I’m speaking with you because I’m worried about your son. Prince Taehyung,” you said, keeping your eyes trained on the moon. “He suffered a great loss today and I was hoping you could bring him some comfort. I don’t know the words to say to bring him peace, I don’t know if I ever will. But, I do know that you bring him peace when he needs it. So, please, Queen Hiyori, bring solace to his mind and love to his heart.”

Suddenly you felt strong arms pushing you against the cold stone brick of the palace.

“Shut up, just shut up!” Taehyung screamed at you.

You froze.

This wasn’t what you were expecting.

You wanted to extend an olive branch to him, something that would show him that you wouldn’t let him be alone during this. He wasn’t by himself.

You didn’t expect him to be angry.

Although, you shouldn’t be surprised.

This was his mother, you didn’t really have a right to be calling for her.

“Please… Please stop,” he begged, hands gripping tighter.

“Stop what?” You asked, wondering if you were thinking the same thing.

“Stop being so kind… Stop doing brash things, it’s dangerous. These people won’t hesitate to make you obsolete. It’s horrific the things I’ve seen. The things I’ve allowed to happen. I never should’ve fallen in love with Elaine, I never should’ve been intimate with her… But I loved her so much, how could I say no?”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears once more and you felt your heart lurch.

He wasn’t angry with you. Not in the slightest.

He was so utterly heartbroken that there was nothing else he could see. There was only Elaine, and the loss he’d suffered today. You were here, you could comfort him. You just needed to try.

“Taehyung,” you whispered.

“Please, I-I don’t know how much more I can take. He’s gonna kill me when he finds out that I slept with a servant. If she wasn’t already dead… I’d fear for her life,” he choked out.

“I’m here,” you breathed, slowly bringing your hands to his wrists, taking them away from your shoulders and interlocking your hands.

You weren’t good at comforting. It wasn’t really your forte. But like hell you weren’t going to try.

“Please don’t leave me,” he cried, wrapping his arms around your neck and locking them tight. You almost couldn’t breathe, his mass almost enough to overpower you, but you locked your stance and held him up, keeping him strong.

“I won’t leave you,” you said softly.

You weren’t sure why you said it. But you were certain if there was one person in this forsaken palace you could trust, it was Taehyung. Even though he could switch at the drop of a hat, you knew it was a conditioned response. He didn’t know what a stable relationship looked like, except with his mother and that ended horribly.

The same could be said with Elaine.

You let him cry into you a few moments longer before pulling him back and wiping his tears from his face gingerly. You watched as he leaned closer, and closer…

Softly you place a thumb over his lips so yours wouldn’t touch.

Taehyung pulled back quickly, almost like he was shocked at his behavior.

“I-I apologize,” he said, bowing at the waist clumsily.

“It’s alright Taehyung, but I don’t think you should think with your heart for a little while. It’s wounded, but once you heal, we can revisit this course of action,” you winked. Taehyung flushed bright pink, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact with you.

“I-I’ll leave you to go to bed, good night Y/N… And-thank you,” he said, walking off of the balcony leaving you alone in the starlight.

You sat there for a moment, letting the moon and stars swirl above your head. You took a deep breath in, moving your hands up to your face. Running your fingers along your lips you felt the heat in your face.

Smacking your cheeks a few times you rushed inside and to your room, hoping no one saw your embarrassed features.

As you nestled into bed you tried not to think of the misunderstood Prince with the stars in his eyes.

—

“The wedding will be hosted in a fortnight,” the King announced at the table.

It had been a few days since Elaine’s death and you were shocked to say the least.

“B-But Sire we-” Xavier was cut off quickly.

“I will hear nothing of it, the sooner we solidify this allegiance the sooner we can have the night crawler troops coming to our aid in the south,” the King declared.

“Father, we hardly have had time to get to know each other. Plus, she’s not yet finished her training,” Taehyung said, trying to sway him towards a longer wait.

“Taehyung silence, you have no say in this matter any more. You think that sleeping around with the staff will make you a respectable king? You’re laughable. You must be loyal to your bride,” the King announced.

Taehyung turned bright red in shame, head turning down and focusing on his lap.

You felt anger course through you at the blatant disrespect for him, but you kept quiet, trying to avoid attention.

The court was here and you didn’t need to make any more enemies here. That one snot nosed lady was still sitting towards the King, making your blood boil, but you refrained. Something you’d learned was useful to do since coming here. But the problem was, there was nowhere for your bottled up emotions to go.

Except deeper down.

You felt like a bottle fit to burst at times, but here was not the time or place. You needed to aid Taehyung somehow, but not by throwing the usual fit.

You had to focus on what mattered. Your alliance with Regreya, Taehyung’s safety.... Your own safety to be honest.

This court business was brutal and you hardly understood half of what was happening at all times. They spoke in riddles with each other, trying to out smart one while informing the other. It was ridiculous to be honest.

Why make all these people your enemies when you could utilize each person as an asset. Why make enemies when you can make allies instead?

“Xavier, I want the preparations made. Invitations sent, this will be a glamorous affair. We will show the Jung Empire that we are stronger now than ever before. With the Night Crawlers at our side we will be nigh unstoppable,” the King smiled, something akin to a grimace that made your stomach churn with unease.

“It will be done, your majesty,” Xavier said, bowing his head low.

“And Taehyung, I expect your bride to be pregnant with an heir within the year’s end,” he said, picking up a piece of meat and shoving it in his mouth. The juices ran down his beard, making you want to be sick.

Within the year’s end? The frost would be coming in less than two months. You didn’t have a lot of time...

“Taehyung, speak when spoken to,” the King growled.

“Y-Yes, Father,” he whispered. Your head shot to Taehyung. He was just going to let the King demand a child of you two? You knew it was expected at some point, but so soon? It seemed a little rushed.

Like he was planning something.

“And if she has trouble conceiving?” Xavier asks. “Who knows what kind of things they do to young women from her upbringing. I think we should give them a little more time than the year’s end, sire,” Xavier spoke up.

“Perhaps you’re right Xavier. I wouldn’t want her to birth a lame heir, we’ll give them a year to conceive,” the King stated. “However the marriage will be consummated on the wedding night.”

“Yes, the guards and maids will confirm it,” Xavier said.

Taehyung’s face had remained red for the duration of the conversation. You just kept your mouth shut, trying not to literally burst at the seams from anger. But you felt a gentle hand on your elbow, Taehyung’s head was down, but his arm had extended to grab you. Gingerly, you grabbed his hand and held it under the table, soothing his knuckles with your thumb in a manner that felt odd, but it seemed to bring him some comfort so, you continued.

The rest of the meal was boring and you hardly tasted the food as it went in your mouth. But Taehyung’s hand held firmly in yours, and neither of you let go.

The wedding approached much faster than you had anticipated.

Soon, jewels were decorating your throat tightly, making your chest constrict even tighter in the corset. The boning in the damned thing was exquisite. So much so that it took your breath away. Quite literally.

They pulled this ridiculous white dress over your body, latching it on in different places. The sleeves billowed and pulled in at your shoulder, elbow and wrist, creating a puffed effect. There were several beads and lace pieces being laid at the last minute.

But then came the hair.

The ladies spared you no favors in yanking and pulling on your head as they tried to get your hair to behave to their standards. You gave them some grief, but a firm look from the head maid quieted you down.

Your hair was decorated with more finery, something that could feed people for years, and it was just sitting on your head... They laced down the pieces and slowly, in front of the mirror an ugly duckling became a swan...

At least in their eyes.

You looked almost nothing like yourself.

And they still weren’t done, they continued to paint your face with rouges and colors that complimented your skin tone, but it all seemed like a mask...

You’d prepared your vows and the whole court was going to be in attendance. You certainly hoped you hadn’t gone through all this trouble just to be ridiculed even more on this day. Today was already tough enough as it is.

You desperately wanted your mother.

She was the one supposed to put the jewelry on you, to tie your hair into a beautiful arrangement of her choosing on your head. To paint the reddest of colors on your lips.

She was supposed to make you a warrior queen...

But now, all you were was a doll.

You felt almost empty at the thought of walking down the aisle towards a man you’d barely come to know. You’d taken comfort in each other in public settings, almost making it appear as though you were in love. But Taehyung was very much still grieving the loss of Elaine and you weren’t sure how tonight would go.

But you swallowed hard and stood when asked, and made your way towards the door.

The head maid handed you off to the guard, Jimin, who had murdered Elaine. Your arm felt heavy in his as he walked you down the grand staircase.

The stone was cool to the touch, making a shiver go down your spine. Everything about today felt so wrong. So terribly wrong. It felt like you were itching in your skin and desperate to be free of this garment, of these heavy jewels.

But you kept your gate with him as he led you to two mahogany doors.

“Time to smile princess,” Jimin taunted. You wanted to scowl, to throw him off you and pummel him into the floor. But you did as he said and put the brightest smile you could make on your face as the doors opened. You gripped your flowers in your hand as the ladies carried your dress behind you.

The court stood, watching as the ‘beast’ walked down the aisle towards their beloved Prince. As they sullied their ‘kind’ for you. For the greater good.

Young girls threw flower petals along the floor before you as you walked, making you look down at the red staining the white satin traipsing along the ground.

Soon, you looked up and saw Taehyung. His collared shirt was high on his neck, almost like it was-

There, right beneath the frill was a purpling bruise.

Fury infused your being as you walked towards him.

Jimin handed you off properly, keeping your hands firmly in Taehyung's.

“You may all be seated,” the priest said.

The crowd shuffled into their seats, heads straight forward as you tried to keep your eyes trained on Taehyung.

“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lovers in Holy matrimony,” he began.

Taehyung’s hands were shaking terribly as he droned on about anyone wanting to stop the proceedings. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles slowly, trying to ease his frantic heartbeat that you could feel in his palms.

“To love someone is to cherish them, no matter their flaws, no matter their misgivings. To love someone is to understand that there will be times you must obey,” the priest said.

You bit your lip, but kept your eyes glued on Taehyung.

“His Highness, Prince Taehyung, do you take Lady Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife and in the eyes of God?”

“I-I... I do,” Taehyung stammered out.

“My Lady Y/N, do you take our highness, Prince Taehyung, to be your lawfully wedded husband and in the eyes of God?”

You looked at Taehyung and gave his hands a squeeze.

A small reassurance.

The only thing you could offer him.

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me and in the eyes of God I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” the priest said.

Taehyung inhaled sharply, before surging forward and kissing you boldly in front of the crowd.

Claps arose from the court, but all you could focus on was Taehyung’s sweet kiss. You slowly began to wind your hands up his arms when he pulled away quickly, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers.

“To the Regreyian Royal Family! May they be prosperous and strong!” the priest hollered.

Taehyung dragged you down the aisle towards the exit and into the feast hall.

All you could think of though, was his soft kiss, and gentle hands as the doors of the chapel shut behind you.

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Vegas, Baby - Part V

Okay so I'm new at banners so take it easy on me.

But hi! Sorry i haven't really been active on here, I had a family member pass away and things have been hectic since. But I'm here, and this was prewritten so I have some time to work on new content, but here it is!

Hope you Enjoy <3

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU, Romance, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, Injury, Blood (Nothing terribly bad)

Words: 2.9k - I know it's super short forgive me :'(

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Before you knew it, a month had passed.

And you hadn’t left the house except for the day with Yeri, Yoongi and Jimin.

You were slowly going stir crazy desperate for any kind of outdoor time. But Taehyung was far too busy to go with you, and he didn’t like the idea of you going by yourself. But after days of begging when you managed to see him, he finally cracked.

But not in the way you expected.

You were sitting in the library reading when Mrs. Blight came in. Someone who was still not too fond of you.

“Master Taehyung would like for you to meet him in the parlor,” she said, leaving you with that.

Standing up you headed to the parlor, but instead of just seeing Taehyung, there was another man there too.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are. Come sit down,” Taehyung said, patting the seat next to him. You did as he asked, sitting down next to him.

Looking across from you, there was a man in all back, a gun strapped to his side and a ear piece in his ear. His brown hair was pulled to the side and his eyes were covered with sunglasses.

“Y/N, this is a good friend of mine, Jung Hoseok, and he will be your personal bodyguard,” Taehyung said.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him with an incredulous look on your face.

“You keep asking if you can go out and do things, and while I can’t go with you everywhere, Hoseok can. That way you still have your freedom and I can do my work and not feel so guilty about trapping you in the house,” he said.

“Taehyung, I don’t know,” you said, trying not to overthink it.

“It’s fine, Hoseok is a skilled fighter and master marksman, you’ll be totally safe with him,” Taehyung confirmed.

“I know but, do you think I need a bodyguard? Why can’t I just go out on my own?” you asked.

“Y/N, there are members of the mafia who aren’t too happy about our union. I will work with them to try to ease these fears of outsiders, but they are set in their ways. If you were taken from me, it would make me look weak, and my hold over Korea and the states would begin to crumble,” Taehyung explained.

“So this is a power play,” you said, not liking the thought of being a possession to be kept behind glass.

“No, no Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“No, I get it. I’m just a mistake that you need to cover up and hide away, it’s fine,” you said, standing up.

“Y/N, don’t twist my words,” he said, sighing.

“I’m leaving,” you said, heading toward the door, when you heard a pair of footsteps following you.

Turning around you saw Hoseok standing behind you.

“Uh, you don’t need to follow me,” you said.

“That’s his job Y/N,” Taehyung reminded.

“Shut up Taehyung,” you said, turning around and leaving the room, a bewildered Taehyung in your wake.

The footsteps behind you didn’t cease, much to your dismay.

They followed you all the way to your room. You turned to see Hoseok, who stood there like a guard dog, reeled in on a tight leash. You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

You snapped at Taehyung, who was only trying to give you what you wanted. But to say that if you died it would make him look weak, to hear him talk about you as if you weren’t important. That really grinded your gears.

Opening your door, you left it open, expecting Hoseok to follow. But when the footsteps didn’t continue, you looked out to see him standing at the entrance, his back to you.

“Uh, you not coming in here with me?” you asked, looking at him.

“No, this is your personal space, I won’t invade that unless absolutely necessary,” he said, keeping his back to you.

“Thank you,” you stated.

“Taehyung insisted upon this. That I’m not to follow you in here unless specifically directed or it is unavoidable,” he said.

“God I’m such a bitch,” you groaned, throwing your head on the pillow.

“I don’t think that’s true. Taehyung can be a bit of a jerk, so, I think your reaction was justified,” he commented.

“Yeah, but he’s only doing this to give me what I want. Since he can’t give me absolute freedom, he’s doing the next best thing,” you said, mostly to yourself.

Hoseok remained quiet, standing guard at the entrance of your room. You went to the bathroom and washed up a little, trying to keep the guilt from eating you up inside. But it still remained throughout the night.

Hoseok stayed at your door, never leaving.

You read a little, and as the night got late you heard Hoseok answer a call.

“Hoseok,” he answered plainly.

You waited, holding your ear against the door.

“He what?!” he said, sounding concerned.

You wondered who they were talking about.

“I’ll have to leave my post to come pick him up,” Hoseok said.

You strained your ears to continue to listen.

“Taehyung is injured? How badly,” he asked.

Taehyung is what? Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Hoseok said.

You scrambled away from the door and sat on your bed, picking up your book and looked at it with practised ease. Hoseok knocked and opened the door, looking at you.

“I must leave you for a moment, but please, do stay here. I will be back shortly,” he said.

You nodded, waving to him before looking back down at your book.

Hoseok bowed to you before leaving the room. You rushed to the door, listening for his retreating footsteps. When you couldn’t hear them anymore you rushed to the staircase, flying down them like a little kid on christmas. But you knew something had gone wrong. You felt it in your gut.

As you spotted Hoseok out in the front lawn, there you saw Taehyung. He was being carried by two other men, holding him by his shoulders. You looked and saw Hoseok take over for one of them, bringing him towards the house. You flew open the front door and looked at him properly.

His lip was bloodied. Cheek swollen and already beginning to bruise. There was a cut in his shirt with blood around it. And worst of all, he was holding his side with a bloodied hand. Your heart plummeted through the earth and settled in the fiery pits of it’s core. Something had gone terribly wrong.

‘Taehyung!” you cried, getting the surprise of Hoseok and Taehyung both.

“Let me go,” Taehyung said, pulling his arms out of the other two men’s grasp.

You rushed forward, and looked at his injuries. His side was bad, but at least it didn’t hit any major organs from what you could tell. The cheek would heal, so would the lip.

“What happened?” you asked, looking at his state with fear.

You thought Taehyung was untouchable.

But he is merely another human.

Even though he would like you to think otherwise.

“Got caught in a scrap between two of my newer recruits. Turns out one of them was working for Jeon. He struck to kill,” he said, gritting it out like the betrayal ran deep.

“Here, let me help you,” you said, taking his good side and holding him up.

He didn’t fight you, but the other two men looked on in surprise as the pair of you made it to the house.

Taehyung was breathing heavily, making you concerned about how much blood loss there has been. But that was when Mrs. Blight decided to rear her ugly head.

“Taehyung! What happened?” she asked, pushing you aside.

You looked as she checked him over, you were hurt, but not shocked at what happened.

“Mrs. Blight, please. I’d like to go get some rest if I could,” he said, sounding exhausted.

“I will call the doctor for you,” she said, moving to turn around.

“That’s okay, Y/N said she was going to help me,” Taehyung said, moving to hang onto you again.

“She has no medical experience, and you expect her to stitch up that wound? You are insane,” Mrs. Blight scoffed.

“She said she wanted to help me, let her help. I can stitch up my own wound anyways, I’ve done it before,” he said.

“Taehyung-”

“That’s Master Taehyung to you,” he warned, beginning to walk forward with you.

“Fine, get an infection and die! See if she’ll be there for you then! You pitious fool!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, go scare some kids or whatever you do on the weekends,” Taehyung groaned.

You helped him to your room, him saying it was closer than his. So the pair of you got to the bathroom and you found an emergency medical kit stashed underneath the sink. Taehyung sat on the sink, holding a cold washcloth to his face.

You worked diligently, letting the only kind of medical knowledge you had take over. Taehyung watched as you moved around the bathroom in silence. He was uncomfortable, you could tell, but you wanted to make sure that he would be okay before you started your apology.

After about half an hour, you helped Taehyung stitch up his side, holding onto a light so he could see it better. He grunted in pain each time the needle went in, but it was for the best. He knew that.

Eventually it was all done. His wounds were cleaned and bandaged and his stitches were tight and secure.

He looked at you and you stared right back.

“I’m sorry-”

You both said at the same time.

Chuckling, Taehyung moved to speak first.

“I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. It’s not my intention to keep you locked up in here all day. I don’t see you as a possession, I see you as my equal in this house, but I know with the way I act sometimes it can be hard to feel that way. I really try not to bother you, but it’s really nice having you here. I-I don’t feel so alone anymore,” he confessed, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you Taehyung, I really like being here. It’s odd and not like what I thought it would be. But everyone is kind, except for Mrs. Blight but that’s not an issue. What is an issue is our communication. We need to tell each other how we’re feeling and what we are experiencing. You avoiding me won’t convince anyone we love each other. So if we are going to play this role, then we need to be friends,” you said.

Taehyung seemed to mull it over.

“Friends,” he agreed, holding his hand out.

You pushed his hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, pulling him in for a hug. Taehyung patted your back gingerly, not wanting to hurt himself any further. You pulled back and smiled at him.

“You think you can make it to your room?” you asked, looking at his state. He was obviously feeling a little better, but his gate worried you a bit.

“I think I can manage,” he stated, moving to step forward, when his legs gave out and he hit the floor on his knees.

“Taehyung!” you said, coming forward and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he said softly, rubbing his side absentmindedly.

“You aren’t okay, why don’t you sleep in here tonight?” you asked. Taehyung looked at you quickly, astonished.

“What?” he asked, looking for confirmation.

“Not like that you weirdo. I’ll sleep on the floor or something, you take the bed. You’re hurt,” you said, brushing the hair out of his face.

“I will not allow my wife to sleep on the floor. That is ridiculous,” Taehyung stated, moving to stand up.

“It’s fine,” you said, helping him to his feet.

“Let’s just sleep together,” he said, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

You tried to keep in your gasp, but Taehyung heard it loud and clear. He sent you a wicked smile, already toying with you.

“Oh? Something on your mind Y/N?” he asked.

“For someone who is hurt, you are making it far too tempting to throttle you right now,” you said, helping him get into bed.

“Ooh, promises promises,” Taehyung smirked.

“I’ll just go sleep in one of the guest rooms,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Y/N, Y/N wait, I’m sorry. I’ll quit teasing, I promise,” Taehyung said from the bed.

You turned and raised a brow.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at him doubtfully.

“I will, for tonight anyways,” he smiled.

You sighed.

That was as good as you were gonna get.

“Fine,” you said, coming over and crawling into bed next to him.

You laid stock still, waiting for him to fall asleep. Laying there in the dead silence was uncomfortable, but you tried your best to keep everything together.

Eventually you started getting tired, when Taehyung’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Y/N, do you plan to lay like a log the whole night or are you going to get comfortable?” he asked, turning over to face you.

“Um,” you said, scooting further to the side of the bed.

“You can get comfortable, you know, it is your bed,” he stated.

“I just-ah!” you gasped, getting pulled into Taehyung’s chest. You wiggled around a bit, before you heard Taehyung groan in pain.

“Ouch, ouch ouch,” he grunted.

“Sorry Taehyung!” you said, turning.

“That’s alright, just, don’t move so much,” he asked, moving to adjust his hold on you.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, as you felt him relax.

“It’s alright, just try to get some sleep,” he said.

You nodded quietly, before closing your eyes. You tried to focus on the feeling of the sheets beneath you. The feeling of Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, made your heart clench in your chest. What was this feeling you had? Like you were at peace, but your heart was racing.

Your mind was reeling, when Taehyung's voice entered your ears yet again.

“Relax, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he said. Rubbing his thumb on your hip before taking a deep breath.

You did the same, and slowly, sleep fell over you.

You woke up the next morning and Taehyung was gone.

Sighing, you got up and got dressed. Sleeping in your clothes from the day prior did make you feel a little gross, especially since there was blood staining your clothes. But you walked down to the kitchen to find Seokjin already plating some waffles for you.

“Ah, Lady Y/N, good to see you,” he said, adding a little whip cream on the top.

“Good to see you too, Seokjin,” you smiled, sitting down at the island where you waffles sat waiting for you.

“I hope waffles are okay. If you want something else I can make that instead,” he said, turning to head towards the stove.

“No! These look great,” you said, already digging in.

Seokjin just smiled, cleaning up his station diligently.

You ate in silence, just enjoying the flavors of the waffle dancing across your tongue. Seokjin came back over to make small talk with you, just something to keep the atmosphere light.

When you finished he asked if you wanted anything else and you shook your head and thanked him for the meal. He smiled and waved you out of the room.

You went to the library and picked up your most recent book, enjoying the serenity that was this space. You always felt relaxed in here.

That is, until you noticed someone sitting in the corner.

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, looking up from your book.

“That didn’t take as long as I thought it would. Taehyung is right, you are pretty sharp,” he said, standing and coming over closer.

“Maybe you’re just bad at hiding,” you smiled, looking back down at your book.

“Something tells me that’s not the case,” he said, sitting across from you.

The pair of you sat in silence for a moment before Hoseok spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, not looking up from your book.

“For being with Taehyung,” he said, making your head snap up to look at him.

“Well... it’s not like I have much choice. But... He’s not so bad,” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s not just that, though, is it? There’s something more there,” Hoseok said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, not looking in his direction.

“There’s something more about you and Taehyung. He seems a little different,” he declared. You blushed.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you reasoned, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“You can deny it all you want Y/N, but I think you’re both changing. For the better,” Hoseok said.

As you were about to answer, a knock came to the door.

You looked and saw Taehyung entering, a dark look crossing his face. You felt your back stiffen in concern. Something had gone wrong.

“Y/N, you need to go change, quickly,” he said, not acknowledging Hoseok in the room with you.

“What’s going on?”

“Just, please, go get dressed,” he said, coming forward.

“Why? Just tell me Taehyung,” you said.

Hoseok stood up and looked at him as well.

“We’re in deep shit, Y/N,” he said.

Your blood ran cold.

“What can I do?” you said, already trying to think of what could be wrong.

“My parents are here.”

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Taming the Beast - Part II

(Thank you to Amelia @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner I love it!)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, Slight descriptions of drowning (if I forgot anything please let me know)

Words: 6.8k (Please bear with me and the shorter chapters until I can get more comfortable in the writing schedule - Thank you!)

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Your first appearance after being shipped to this inland hellscape was coming up closer than you thought possible.

There was some kind of knighting ceremony happening in the quad near the water. You were dressed in a lighter gown, something to keep the heat off of you. However, the men in uniform weren’t so lucky.

Coats of bright violet decorated their skin along with blazing white trousers running down their legs. Taehyung was standing next to you, looking on at the proceedings with a blank expression. He’d been avoiding you, yet again.

This seemed to be his normal with you however, so you tried not to let it affect you too much. Even if you were growing lonelier by the day. Your days were spent, either locked away in your room with tutors or roaming the grounds in search of someone, anyone to talk to.

This sense of isolation wasn’t normal for you. You’d grown up in a community, not shut off and left to rot in a glamorous cage that was far too suffocating for all it’s beauty. Perhaps that’s what they wanted though, for you to suffocate and finally give in to their demands. The offer was tempting, you couldn’t deny that. But what would become of your people if you stepped down? Walked away and let this tyrant of a King rule them in your stead?

Your decision was clear in your mind at least.

The knighting ceremony drolled on and on. The King’s voice echoed across several rows of men awaiting their chance to be recognized by the illusionist they called a royal. But out of the corner of your eye you noticed Taehyung swaying slightly. You turned your head to face him head on and he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in and kept his head forward.

Following suit you continued to drown out his majesty’s voice. You looked out across the water and sighed, trying to let the familiar scent of water fall over you. It did little to help you, however, only leaving a familiar ache in your chest as the smell of home etched itself into your nostrils.

Your feet were beginning to hurt, from standing for so long. The heat was also starting to get to you as well. Sweat was pouring down your spine and pooling into the fabric of your dress. Even if Elaine had selected something a little lighter for today’s proceedings you were just as warm as you would be in those other stuffy gowns.

That’s when you saw Taehyung swaying again. This time your eyes shot to him, instead of your whole head. He was incredibly pale, sweating profusely as he was dressed like all the other men today. But unlike how the other’s got some reprieve in the shade, Taehyung was stuck in the sunlight.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

“Don’t speak,” he warned, keeping his head up.

“But-”

“Don’t.”

You shut your mouth.

You’d like to argue with him but the king’s shoulders were tensing at the sound of the two of you speaking, so you left it as it was. Him swaying and looking particularly rough in the light of the sun.

Soon, the ceremony finally came to an end. But there was a necessary gathering in the quad as the newly made knights mingled with their king and prince. But, instead of joining his father, Taehyung moved towards the back of the ground, leaning against the stone wall that kept the quad separated from the water.

You watched as he took his hat off, fanning himself with it desperately.

Why didn’t he just take off his jacket? Wouldn’t that be the simplest option here?

Moving towards him you watched in horror as he started to sway again. But, now he was up on the steps. You wanted to shout for him to get down, that he was going to fall that way but yelling, as you had been told on multiple occasions, was improper for a lady. So you tried your best to walk towards him without looking too frantic.

But, you were being stopped.

“My lady, it is best to leave him be for right now,” Xavier’s voice came through your ears.

“And let him fall into the water? Sounds like a great plan,” you growled. He tensed at your tone, but stood firm regardless of his slight fear of you.

“If you’re truly that worried then I’ll send someone to check on him in a moment,” he said, beginning to pull you back from the prince.

“Why can’t I just go do it now? At least let me get him away from the edge, look at him swaying like that!”

Xavier frowned and paid little attention to the ill prince on the stairs.

“He doesn’t need to be babied my lady, he’s a grown man and he will handle it himself,” he said.

Oh.

You understood now.

He didn’t want you fussing over him and making him look weak compared to you. He didn’t want these men here to think that you had any kind of power over the prince. He wanted it to be the exact opposite. Xavier wanted these men to see you bow to the royal advisor’s wishes and be a complacent bride to be.

To hell with that.

You ripped your hand away from Xavier’s surprisingly tight grip before heading off towards Taehyung.

“My lady!” Xavier almost yelled, but kept himself quiet for the sake of his guise... He must be patient... For now.

You stalked towards the stairs, little care for what anyone else thought as you watched Taehyung sway in an alarming fashion.

Just as you were about to reach for him, Taehyung’s body all but crumpled, falling over the edge of the wall and into the unforgiving waters below. You didn’t know it, but you screamed, looking down at the water as it bubbled, taking Taehyung deep into its depths.

Several people came rushing over and looked down.

“What happened?”

“Where is the Prince?”

“Oh God did he fall?”

Elaine moved forwards from the back, pale in the face as she looked down at the water beneath. You looked at her for a moment before she met your eyes.

“H-He can’t swim,” she croaked.

“He what?” you asked, gripping her shoulders. She balked at you for a few moments before righting herself in your grasp.

“The prince, he can’t swim,” she confirmed.

“Oh for the love of the Goddess,” you growled, ripping your hat off and pushing it towards her.

“My lady, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Saving that insolent pup,” you said, before flinging your shoes off and letting your hair down.

“Buy my lady! The current will suck you out further into the water!” Elaine said.

“That’s just a possibility, if I don’t go in there then he’ll certainly drown,” you said, rolling your shoulders before diving off the wall.

You pierced the water delicately, like an arrow shooting through the wind. You dove down, farther and farther until you saw Taehyung. Floating in the deep like a doll, body limp and unmoving.

Diving deeper than before you reached your hand out, grasping Taehyung’s wrist and hauling him forwards. You saw the docks under the water, and they weren’t that far from where you were now. If you could pull him up onto the docks, you’d be golden.

The water caressed your body, but your dress was redistricting your movements. Finding the sash under the water you pulled it open, pushing it off with one hand. You watched as the beautiful fabric sank towards the bottom, giving you more leverage to pull Taehyung towards the top.

Carefully, you swam towards the surface. When you were almost there you pushed Taehyung up ahead of you, so he broke through the surface first. You joined him at the top, gasping in greedy lungfuls of air. But you didn’t hear Taehyung breathing.

With a strength only a member of your tribe could possess, you swam towards the dock, dragging Taehyung along by the collar of his jacket. Finally, with a huff of effort, you managed to get yourself up onto the dock, only in your undergarments. But you didn’t really care about your state of undress when your supposed fiance wasn’t breathing.

Hooking your arms underneath his armpits you heaved with all your might to bring him up onto the dock. Somehow, by the grace of the Goddess herself, you managed. He wasn’t as light as he was in the water. And now with his thick clothing being water logged you had an even harder time getting him out of the frigid abyss.

Taehyung fell against the wooden dock like a soaked towel, limp and lifeless as you assessed the situation. You weren’t unfamiliar with people going unconscious in the water, and needing to help them regain their breath after.

Holding your hand over his face you confirmed he wasn’t breathing. So you did what you knew worked best. Tugging his coat off of his body you listened for a heartbeat, and felt your own stammer at his lack of one. Looking up at his grey face, you put your hands over the middle of his chest and started to push, hard.

His whole body lurched as you continued the compressions, counting in your head and keeping a rhythm. You heard the shouting from down the way, but you kept going, trying to keep up the pace.

“Come on, come on,” you said, while everyone surrounded you.

“My lady! You simply cannot present yourself in such a manner-”

“Shut up! You’re going to throw off my rhythm and then he’ll die,” you growled, forcing your entire upper body down on Taehyung’s chest. Xavier quieted at your feral tone, but you could tell you’d be in for a lecture on mannerisms and everything like that later.

That’s when you heard it.

A little sputter.

You stopped your compressions and watched in relief as Taehyung coughed up the rest of the water. Finally, you let yourself relax as you watched a few men come around and haul Taehyung into a sitting position. Seokjin and Jimin patted him on the back and checked him over for a moment.

Taehyung’s eyes focused on you and noticed your state of undress.

“G-Get her a jacket,” he croaked, still coughing harshly as he rid himself of the water in his lungs.

Soon you felt the warm fabric gracing your shoulders, but you kept your gaze fixed on him as he waved off several attempts of people trying to help him up. You watched as he stood on shaky legs, almost collapsing to the ground again. But, he finally stood and stayed on his feet. You did the same, wrapping the jacket around your chilling frame tighter.

“My lady!” Elaine’s voice came rushing down the dock, looking at you with worry written across her features.

“I’m fine Elaine,” you said, giving her a weak smile.

“Why would you do that!? Why on Earth would you save the prince? Was it your intention to humiliate him in front of the entire court?” she almost growled.

“H-Humiliate him?”

Seokjin and Jimin were already escorting Taehyung back towards the Palace.

“My lady, why didn’t you let one of the knights do it? He’s going to seem like a pathetic whelp in front of the court!” she stated, tightening the jacket around you as she began to push you back towards your cage all over again.

“I don’t understand, was I just supposed to let him drown?”

“You were supposed to let someone else do it,” she said, sighing as you two walked.

“Of course,” you sighed. “I saved his life and somehow I get in trouble for doing so. Not even a thank you?”

Elaine seemed exasperated, but kept her mouth shut. She knew if she said anything more about manners or etiquette you’d most certainly explode. But her silence was just as infuriating, if not more so.

“You are all so prideful that you can’t accept it when you need help. Needing help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. Knowing when you can’t accomplish something on your own. Being aware of your limits is one of the best assets out there.”

Of course, you’d received a lecture from Xavier on how you were not to act savagely in public. You were to be poised and elegant, someone deserving of the young prince. As much as you wanted to disagree, that you didn’t need to be some cookie cutter version of a princess to be worthy of someone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to argue.

And a few short days later, you’d fallen ill.

Honestly, you should’ve been more careful. You didn’t take a warm bath after the freezing waters graced your skin and you also had overexerted yourself.

The fever set in shortly after, and you were miserable.

Elaine came in every once in a while to change the cloth on your head, but other than that it was a lonely few days so far. You were cold, even under the mass of blankets they’d piled on you. You shook and your teeth rattled with a vengeance.

You’d asked about Taehyung, wanting to know if he was suffering any repercussions from his little stint in the water, but no one really gave you any kind of answer other than he was performing his duties as usual.

The tutors cut your lessons short, seeing that you weren’t in a state to remember or provide decent feedback to their questions. So, your days were filled mainly with silence, save for the sound of birds chirping outside your barred windows in the morning.

That was, until a knock came to your door one afternoon.

Your fever still hadn’t broken, and you were really feeling drained this particular day.

But what sent your mind swirling more than the fever was the fact that Prince Taehyung was standing in your doorway, looking like a nervous child as he stared at his feet. You raised a brow, looking at him in confusion.

“They said you aren’t getting any better,” he said, voice soft in the large room. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“I see,” you said, leaning back against the pillows.

“May I come closer?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“If you don’t fear my fever,” you said, shrugging.

“There are few things I fear more than a fever,” he said, swallowing hard.

You understood what he meant immediately, and shut your mouth. But, you patted your bed with a gentle hand, urging him to come forward. He did just that, and sat towards your feet. You looked at him, noticing he wasn’t pale or suffering any after effects of almost drowning like you were.

At least he managed to get away practically unscathed.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, trying not to let your weakened voice crack as you asked your question.

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that,” he said, a soft smile brushing his lips before disappearing all together.

“It’s a fever, I’ve gotten them before. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said, clearing your throat.

“But what if you don’t?” he asked, lifting his gaze to yours.

“Then I don’t,” you said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Do you really not fear death?” he asked.

“I don’t fear it for myself, no. I fear it for those around me, my mother and friends back home that would miss me if I were to die. But for myself? I am not afraid,” you said, tilting your head. “Why?”

“You act as though nothing frightens you, I wonder what a life without fear is like,” he sighs, shoulders slumping forwards.

“It’s not that I don’t fear anything at all. I do. But I don’t let that fear control me, rather, I let it fuel me. Instead of constricting me I let it give me purpose and direction,” you explained.

“I wish I could do that,” he marveled, leaning forward on his knees, placing his head in his hands.

“You can, but it takes practice,” you said, voice wavering as a fit of coughs hit you hard. Taehyung looked at you in concern, watching as you reached for a glass of water on your nightstand with a shaky hand. Without much more thought he was on his feet and handing you the glass, waiting patiently until you were done to place it back on the nightstand for you.

Swallowing hard, you watched as Taehyung sat up by your hips this time.

“People have been telling me I should come in here and discipline you. For making a spectacle out of me, in front of the court and several newly knighted men. As well as my father. He is-he is the one wanting me to assert myself over you. But, the only words I wish to say are thank you,” he said, looking at you with an odd look swimming in his eyes.

“Forgive me for sensing duplicity,” you said, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung sighed before nodding. “I can’t ask you to believe me when I tell you those words, but, they are genuine. I mean it. Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to, and yet you risked your life to save mine. I won’t forget that.”

“And what about looking weak in front of the court, hmm? Have they shamed you yet?” you asked.

“A few have asked about my constitution. If I am faring well after falling in the frigid water,” he said.

“It could be worse,” you reasoned.

“Certainly, but your situation is worrying me more,” he said.

“You have left me to my own devices for weeks. I apologize for prying into your business, but it seems that you only want to speak to me when you’ve done something wrong. To appease your guilty conscience? I’m afraid you won’t get any pity from me. Because you’ve been cold and distant on your own. And you’re worried about me? Funny how you haven’t been worried until the interaction directly correlates with you,” you said.

Taehyung frowned and looked at his lap. You knew that he wasn’t aware of your struggles. But he also hadn’t ever asked. You were like a pretty accessory that had been locked away for safekeeping. But, you weren’t pretty in their eyes, you were a tool to be used when necessary. You were a means to an end.

“I’ve been uprooted from everything I know. Everyone I’ve ever taken comfort in. I’ve been isolated, humiliated and treated like an animal. Do you know how that fares on someone’s mind?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung remained silent.

“You barred these windows like I’m some kind of prisoner. But, where do I have to go? My family has already accepted our terms, I have no place among them anymore. My people will listen to me, but I’m being told they will be regurgitated orders from the king here. I am to sit like a doll and be obedient. I try to do well by you, I try to help you, but apparently that’s not allowed either. So tell me Taehyung, when you say thank you to me-exactly what sacrifice are you thanking me for?”

The prince sat there with a pained expression.

“I didn’t want you to come here,” he whispered. “I didn’t know what it would do.”

“Perhaps not, but you listen to your father blindly because you’ve been taught that blind devotion is more powerful than genuine leadership. Leaders should be strong, yes. And leaders should be just, but most importantly leaders should know when enough is enough. When it is time to show mercy, because sometimes... we as people don’t know when to stop.”

Taehyung stood up quickly, back turned towards you. Your eyes felt heavy, you’d exerted a lot of yourself in this argument.

“I’m not the one to blame here. I’ve done nothing wrong. But perhaps you don’t understand, considering your background. Your people probably solved arguments with their fists instead of their minds,” he sighed.

You felt the anger come over you in a wave. It fueled every beat of your heart, every inch of your being was scorching hot in fury. How dare he? How dare he assume that you were lesser. You didn’t grow up with pedigree, your people didn’t see the point. You worked for what you wanted. Since when was using your two hands to get what you wanted, a bad thing?

Seeing red, you flung the bedding off your legs and stood up, hauling off and forcing him to spin around to face you. Taehyung’s eyes were wide with shock.

“You will listen to me,” you growled. “I am not incapable of rational thought. Nor are my people. You will not insult my tribe nor will you insult me. Just because I don’t fit into the standards your people have cultivated, doesn’t mean that I am unworthy. I am sick of people saying that I am undeserving of you. Who gets to decide that?”

Taehyung was wide eyed. Never before had a woman spoken so openly to him, challenged him. He wasn’t sure how to react, so you kept going.

“I am a person. I have a heartbeat, just like you,” you said, tugging one of his hands onto your chest. Taehyung almost gasped, but he feared his outburst would only aggravate you further. “I’m alive. I’m not some object for you to toss around when it’s convenient. I am Y/N of the Nightcrawler tribe, your future wife. Treat me as such.”

Your chest was heaving. Your heart was pounding, blood rushing through your ears. Taehyung could do little but look down at you with shock. You had spoken out against him, put your hands on him and defied him. Like a tally of things the future queen would never do, you did in the span of five minutes.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, his voice soft.

“I’m vulnerable too. I have weak spots, so please, don’t push them,” you whispered.

Taehyung looked at you. Properly.

Your body was ravaged by this fever. Your face was sunk in and your hair was limp against your head. He didn’t come here to pick a fight with you, although he never expects to and you wind up here anyways. But, everything you say is always different from what he thinks. And it’s frustrating for him.

Although, he hasn’t tried to see this from your perspective either.

You were about to further your point when Taehyung’s face started to go out of focus. You swallowed hard, blinking slowly to try and level your vision.

Taehyung noticed you started to lean back, making him frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching as you started to sway lightly.

“I-I’m... my head,” you whispered, body succumbing to your exhaustion and falling backwards.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, reaching out and grabbing you before you could hit the floor. The prince sunk to his knees, you cradled in his arms. Your eyes were closed, breaths coming in short and erratic. “Guards! Call the palace physician! Now!” Taehyung yelled.

“Yes your highness!” one responded. The sound of metal armor accompanied them down the hallway as Taehyung tried to get you to look at him.

“Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me,” he said, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Mama,” you whimpered, clutching his fingers tight. Your small hands held onto him with a strength he was impressed with considering your state.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung said, curling his fingers around yours.

“What happened?” a woman’s voice echoed through the room.

“She fainted,” Taehyung said, not turning his back.

“She’s sick, why was she out of bed in the first place?”

Taehyung turned and frowned.

“Elaine,” he warned.

“My apologies,” she sighed, looking down.

“She was yelling at me, I think she just tired herself out,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face. Elaine didn’t miss the tender action, swallowing hard.

“She yelled at you?” she asked.

“Yeah, I came here to thank her for saving me,” he explained. “But it turned into an argument.”

“There’s no reasoning with people like her,” Elaine said, shrugging.

“People like her?” Taehyung asked.

“Savages,” she answered, looking at you with a muted interest.

“She will be your future queen, don’t forget that,” he reminded.

Elaine was deathly quiet.

“You don’t have to keep telling me Tae, I know,” she whispered.

“I don’t like it either, but you have to respect her. She will be your ruler and my wife,” he said.

“Taehyung, we've had this conversation several times. What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her! Several kings take mistresses,” she exclaimed.

“My father didn’t, nor did my grandfather before him. Regreyan men are loyal, once we are married we will no longer be able to see each other,” Taehyung said.

“Tae,” she said, reaching out for him. Taehyung took her hand before it made contact with his shoulder.

“That’s final, Elaine. I will not disrespect my queen by being with you,” he answered. Elaine ripped her hand from his grasp.

“I’ve given you everything. All of me, every ounce of me is yours. I-I can never marry,” she tried, a pleading tone taking over.

“Elaine, I asked before we went further. I asked if you were sure, if you were aware of the consequences. You said you didn’t want to marry if it wasn’t me,” Taehyung said, eyes shining with tears.

“I don’t! But, Taehyung. Listen to yourself, you barely know this woman. We’ve loved each other for years, why can’t it be me? Huh? If you’re willing to marry this creature then surely a servant wouldn’t be an issue,” Elaine said, gripping her skirts.

“You don’t have any form of title, Elaine. You never have. She may not have a Regreyan title, but she is a princess in her own right,” Taehyung said, looking down at you.

“You aren’t listening to me,” she whispered.

“We need to stop this, Elaine. Before we both wind up hurting more than we need too,” he said.

“Fifteen years of loving you and you want me to just stop?” she asked, heart shattering with every word.

“You think this is easy for me? You think I want to shut you out and throw you to the wind? I love you so much, but we can’t do this anymore. It’s wrong,” Taehyung whispered.

Elaine kneeled down, taking his face in her hands. Taehyung leaned into the familiar warmth. She rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, soothing his fears with the touch.

“I love you too. So much, we can figure this out,” she encouraged. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away yet again.

“No, Elaine. You are the one not listening. I’m saying no, this can’t happen anymore. Don’t make me say it again, please. Quit giving me hope when I know there isn’t any,” Taehyung croaked.

You groaned in his arms, hand lifting to your forehead. Taehyung cradled your head, pulling you into his arms more comfortably for you.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung whispered,

“Where is she?” The palace physician’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Here! Elaine, go take the evening off, I’ll watch over her,” Taehyung said, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to bed.

“Yes, your highness,” Elaine said stiffly, turning and walking out of the room.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“She fainted, I think she just over exerted herself,” Taehyung answered.

Elaine felt her heart hammering against her chest as she flew down the hall. She had to let him know. Their plan was failing. Taehyung was going to marry you and everything was going to go up in smoke if they didn’t do something.

Now.

Rushing down the hallway she stumbled into the eerily familiar room. Elaine was panting, chest heaving as her fears and anxieties culminated into an ugly monster that roared within her.

Taehyung was hers...

He always had been.

T-There was no way some beastly woman from the Nightcrawler tribe was going to take him from her.

“What seems to be the matter,” the dark voice of her counterpart asked.

“T-The prince, he won’t listen to me anymore. H-He says we must stop meeting, he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. You-You said that she wouldn’t come between us! You promised me that in the end I would wed Taehyung!” she cried.

“Silence you insolent brat!” his voice practically turned her blood to ice. Elaine remained silent as her partner looked across the books in the room with muted interest. “What did he say?”

“He said we can’t be together anymore. That he won’t disrespect her by being with me as well,” she whimpered. “Please fix this. Tell me you can fix this.”

“My dear, I can fix several problems. But, I can’t stop him from losing interest in you,” the voice warned.

“H-He’s not losing interest! It’s his sense of duty,” she said, frowning at her skirts.

“Sense of duty you said,” her partner murmured. “Perhaps we need to give him a different person to be faithful too.”

“What do you mean?” Elaine questioned.

“When was the last time you and Taehyung were intimate?”

Elaine choked.

“We-well... Um, perhaps a little over a month ago? Perhaps longer? We haven’t been intimate since before he left for the Nightcrawler tribe,” Elaine mumbled.

“A good time frame, you wouldn’t be showing yet,” their voice murmured.

“Showing what?”

“Do you take the tonics regularly?”

Elaine blushed yet again.

“Y-yes I do,” she answered.

“Does he see you take them?” they asked.

“No, usually he’s gone before then,” she said, face pulling down in sadness.

“So even though you’ve taken it, he wouldn’t know for sure. Say the apothecary gave you a poor tonic. Say you believe to be with child,” the cruel voice urged.

“I-I can’t lie to him,” Elaine refused. Suddenly, a hand was gripping her throat. Elaine struggled, gripping the hands with desperation.

“You want him to be yours, right? You want to send that Nightcrawler filth back where she belongs? Then you’ll do whatever I say, and I will ensure that Taehyung and you are together,” they promised, slowly letting the pressure of their grip go.

Elaine rubbed her tender throat, swallowing harshly.

“Y-Yes, I’ll do as you ask,” she said, placing her hands on her stomach.

“Good, tell him soon.”

“I will.”

The next week you had been feeling better. You were still a little shaky when it came to walking for long distances and your head still felt a little dizzy when you stood up, but, for the most part you’d made a full recovery.

Taehyung had been oddly attentive the past few days.

He would check on you after your studies, making sure you weren’t feeling ill or too exhausted. He even told the tutors to take it easy on you for the time being, until you were one hundred percent better.

Being babied isn’t something you were used to, coming from where you did. In the Nightcrawler tribe, you took care of yourself unless it was life or death. And if you were sick? You’d work until you couldn’t feel the pain anymore. Or you collapsed. Whichever came first.

Now, it may sound cruel to teach people not to listen to their bodies. Making you push your limits and then some, but it was all for a purpose. To be the best you could. If you pushed yourself when you were weak, then you’d be stronger. Push through the pain to get to the other side where you could rest.

But, it was also about learning your limits. Knowing what you can and can’t take is important.

Today you had lunch scheduled with Taehyung and a few others. Xavier mentioned it wouldn’t require much on your end, just some pleasantries. Sometimes those were the worst things. Exchanging meaningless words with people you didn’t care about. Why did anyone care about saving face when these people made their own assumptions about you beforehand?

It was all so exhausting.

Elaine came in, deathly silent.

She’d been like this for a while.

Only speak when spoken to. You weren’t necessarily close with her, but you didn’t like the silence. It was unnerving.

“Elaine,” you said when she walked over holding your dress in her hands.

“Yes, my lady,” she responded, monotone.

“Are you alright?” you asked, watching as she came closer.

“I’m fine,” she answered, curt and short.

“What’s happened?” you pressed. Whatever she was hiding must be a large burden to carry on her own. Perhaps, you could make a friend in this hell after all.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with, my lady. Please, don’t put more unnecessary stress on yourself because of a servant’s problems,” she said, turning and gathering your shoes.

“Problems are still problems, no matter who they belong to,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me. But you can if you want to.”

“My lady, it is very kind of you to offer, but please... Please stop asking,” she said, voice cracking at the end.

“Very well,” you nodded, turning and looking at the window.

It was a nice day outside today. You would be having lunch in the gardens according to Xavier, with several elite members of the court (he liked to stress this part in hopes of getting you to behave but it rarely ever worked).

Elaine dressed you, pulling your corset tight against your body. Was it just you, or was it tighter today? She fastened everything and pulled the fabric over your head. You felt it pool around your arms and feet, gently caressing you.

The color was a soft pink, like a flower that grew right by the lake back home. The thought of home made a twinge of pain shoot through your heart, it was likely you’d never seen it again. Especially with the way things were going now...

Elaine finished gathering your skirts and helped you get your shoes on. She didn’t spend too long on your hair, just placing a small pin in before letting the rest fall naturally.

A knock came to the door.

Elaine walked over, opening in and bowing low to the individual on the other side.

“Your highness,” she said.

Taehyung walked in, dressed nicely. You assessed him. He looked okay, if anything he appeared to be tired. Although, that was a common theme for him anyways. The prince approached you, giving an appropriate nod before offering you his arm.

“What is that for?” you asked, raising a brow.

“I thought they were training you on etiquette,” he said, still holding his elbow out to you. “I’m escorting you down to lunch.”

Your brows raised in recognition. “I see,” you said, taking his arm gently. Taehyung nodded to Elaine and took you down the stairs.

You were quiet for the majority of the walk to the gardens. Taehyung kept pace with you easily, guiding you down the halls of the palace with practiced ease. You followed behind, keeping your face level. Guards lined the walls as you got closer to the outside.

Soon, you were walking into the large gardens. There was a table set up, people were sitting around already enjoying some tea and finger foods. Taehyung walked over and the individuals were on their feet fast.

You and Taehyung both nodded in their direction. Taehyung pulled a chair out for you, helping you sit down and pushing your seat in when you were comfortable. He found his spot next to you, and shortly thereafter food was being served.

Small plates came out and the idle chatter started. No one really addressed you, keeping their conversation mainly between themselves and sometimes including Taehyung.

Until, one woman from the back spoke up.

“Lady Y/N, this is your first time dining with the court, is it not?” she asked, leaning her head on her hand.

“Yes, it is,” you agreed, bringing your food to your mouth gingerly.

Your stomach was still fitful at the best of times and you weren’t looking to vomit in front of several people. Even if it didn’t bother you, you would certainly get a lecture about a bodily function you had no control over.

“I’m surprised you speak so well,” another woman announced.

“Did you think otherwise?” you asked. Taehyung could see where this was going a mile away. Quickly, under the table, he grabbed your leg. You almost jumped at the contact, but you kept yourself still.

“Do your people know how to read and write? Or was it only for the leader’s children?” the same woman asked.

“It’s not common for my people to read and write, we don’t particularly have a use for it in the masses. So, we select a few who don’t appear to be natural warriors and train them in it instead. We play to people’s strengths,” you said, trying not to sound too proud.

“Funny. We thought you just killed the weak,” someone said towards the back. Your head snapped to the side, finding the person who spoke. Your eyes narrowed.

“That’s a waste of precious human life. Why would we kill our own people simply because they aren’t meant for one path. No one is meant for the exact same path as another. Being a warrior isn’t for everyone,” you reasoned, trying desperately to keep calm.

“Being a queen isn’t for everyone either,” someone mumbled.

You slammed your hands on the table, tea sets rocking and plates clattering. Taehyung looked like he was going to explode, but you were already boiling.

“You think me to be so simple? You think that I am a mere animal in your eyes. That I know nothing of discipline. Nothing of control. Well, you must think I have some form of control, because you know what Nightcrawlers can do, and you’re still speaking to me like a child. How brave of you. So you know what I’m capable of, but you’re still pushing my buttons. You want to see how tight of a leash they put me on, is that it? Because I can assure you, no amount of collars or restraints will tame me. I am unbreakable,” you growled. “And you are nothing in the wake of me.”

“You’re nothing but a beast! You wouldn’t know cordial if it hit you in the face!”

“We expect some kind of heathen to be our queen? You’re laughable, that's what you are,” someone bellowed from their seat.

“Everyone please, settle down-”

“This is what I think of you and your people!” a woman screeched, tossing a glass of water right on you. You felt the rush of cold water soaking into your dress and you felt the anger double. The guards quickly surrounded the woman who soaked you, making you raise a brow.

Then a knowing smile took over your features.

“I see...”

“Y/N, sit down!” Taehyung barked, your head dropped, looking at the ground with that same smirk on your face.

“Your guards are protecting a member of the court before they’re protecting me. She threw water at me and they’re defending her. This shows me how you view me. What you all think of me. I am just a monster to you, aren’t I?” you said weakly.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung started.

“I hoped that I would find another home here,” you breathed. “But all I found was a prison.”

Taehyung’s heart stammered in his chest at your tone. You wiped the water off your face, turned towards Taehyung.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to my room to rest. I hope you all enjoy your lunch,” you said, walking towards the palace. Elaine was there at the door, wrapping you in a towel and ushering you inside.

Taehyung wanted to bolt after you, make sure that you would take a bath and not further damage your health. But there was a mess to clean up here.

“What a rude woman,” a lord to Taehyung’s left said, wiping his pants off. Some of the water that hit you had also gotten him as well.

“I’m so sorry your highness,” a woman lamented. “She seems horrid.”

“No. She is not to blame for this, you all pushed her. You knew what would happen and you wanted to make sport of her,” Taehyung glowered at his court. “If this were any other woman. You’d all be bowing to her.”

Taehyung started to leave the table in search of you, he was done with the mindless people with nothing but money and greed filling their hearts.

“We’d never bow to the likes of her!” someone shouted.

Taehyung chuckled.

“You will.”

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