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nucleo-bang-tan · 11 months

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Destiny's Route | JJK

Pairing/s: F1 Driver!Jungkook, Rich!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Smut

Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes

Warnings: Arrogant Jk, blonde!jk descriptions of an accident, jk sorta ruins his entire career, fangirls, random ass bells (like the ones from Your Name, sorry), creampie, tit play, penetration, Dom!Jk, dry humping, sex to songs (had to make my smut unique), they're in lOvEeee, major character development, cute ending, bad smut according to me, messy writing and plot

A/N: I had written this when Smoke Sprite had just came out. I might be new but judge me well and don't be a silent reader, leave comments

Formula One: World Championships 2020

"Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook!" The entire stadium roared and he hadn't even stepped into the sights yet.

His leather racing gear tightened and the helmet in his arms was enough of a proof that he was a racer.

A smug smirk on his face and body blooming with pride in himself, he finally stepped into the stadium.

Oh, it was louder than anything you've ever heard. Louder than the thrumming hearts of the other racers standing near their cars, louder than the vrooming of the engines that would be heard in the near future and definitely louder than the poor commentators.

It was his habit, this countdown he had in his brain. Counting each second hours before his race.

'15 minutes till I start' was the thought that overpowered all the screams.

He put on his helmet and nodded to his manager who seemed to speak, but the only thing Jungkook could hear was his own voice saying '13 minutes...'

He pretended to hear them, the screaming fans, the panicking manager, the warning by the referee to get ready for the race.

Maybe the only thing that Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and suddenly he could hear everything.

The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Immediately leaving the brakes, his car began at a relatively fast speed. Some who over exaggerate might even say, it was like a bullet out of a rifle.

But those who know and watch his races could clearly say he was just getting started.

Instantly at the front, he heard over his comm, a simple, "That was a good start." by his ever so cold yet sweet coach

"And a great start by number 5, the crowd is already going wild for him." One of the barely heard commentators announced.

Jungkook was famous to say the least. Not only did he amass a male audience with his driving skills, he attracted the unlikely female locals with his charms too.

Everyone wanted to get a piece of him, being invited to various talk shows, mainstream award ceremonies, and much to his rivals' dismay, being named one of the greatest racers among present F1 drivers.

But unlike most, he was never humble about it. Why should he be, he answered whenever questioned by his coach. He works hard for it and he's different than the others, he's never lost a single race he's been in.

Nobody liked his attitude but the arrogance added to his confidence and charms.

"The first one to complete the 20th lap is number 5, Jeon Jungkook. His teammate, Kim Yugyeom is however far behind." Hey, Jungkook played his part perfectly, why should be bother about his teammate.

But his whole team knew Yugyeom wouldn't survive a second after he dared to mess Jungkook's race up.

"Pit stop?" His coach asked over the comm.

"I suppose the tires could use some help. Don't make me lose time." Jungkook replied.

His car slowed down gradually and took a detour to his team's pit stop.

It was so quick he could barely spare a glance. But he did. Something caught his eye, or rather someone.

It was like the time itself had stopped, Jungkook's eyes would've missed it if he didn't pay enough attention. Now, he had seen many and plenty beautiful girls in his entire lifetime, heck he fucked two yesterday.

But the one he saw that moment, made him forget where he was, what he was sitting in that car for. Her eyes didn't meet his eyes, but he caught all of her. Her brunette tresses, the red Formula 1 team jacket she was wearing.

She wasn't from Jungkook's team, Ferrari; he could tell. What was she doing in Ferrari's booth then?

She was smiling at someone, talking to them, he supposed. It was the most beautiful smile he had seen. Call him a fool but the first thought that processed through his head, or rather through his dick was, I need to be balls deep in her. Fuck her good.

Were those bells?

A faint sound of bells ringing was heard to only Jungkook and he suddenly became too overwhelmed by it all. They weren't loud but it was the most unique sound he had ever heard, the most beautiful one.

His coach practically had to knock his helmet to get him going. He had wasted 12 seconds of his precious time causing a commotion around and outside the pitstop.

Taking his eyes off of the girl who was now looking straight at him with her lustrous gaze, he pushed the accelerator and went level ahead without looking at where he was driving to.

"Jungkook what's wrong with you?" He heard.

"I'm horny now, shit." He replied without hearing what his coach had asked.

"What? This is being recorded man."

"Yeah, sure. What's the status?" He couldn't care less if people heard what he said.

"You're second now, damn it."

"Fuck, all cause of the bell girl."

"Get your fucking head in the game." His coach yelled. "You can still make it."

Lap after lap, Jungkook started to fall behind. This has never happened before. His mind only on the red jacket girl. He was too overwhelmed by the noises, the constant yelling of his coach, the winds that hit him.

He wanted to puke and could barely breath, a knot formed in his stomach. He was nervous for the first time in 5 years of his career.

His body started to fall weak and he was about to shed tears. He was losing his first place?

"Jungkook, pit stop." His coach said after around the 40th lap. By this time, Jungkook was barely holding onto the wheel, getting weaker per passing second.

"I'm already losing, I can't." He managed to mutter out.

"There are 20 more laps, you can catch up easily."

"I said, I fucking can't." He spat out. There was no way he was losing his first place. He was Jeon Jungkook, he never lost.

His horniness far gone, he finally decided it was time to overtake the fucker who was in the first place.

"Jeon, slow down and enter the pitstop right now!" His coach warned and he ignored it.

He sped up, going 200...210...220, testing the limits of his vehicle. Little did he know, his tires did reach their limits.

He was finally returning back to his normal state. However, when he hit 260, it was a new high to his senses, as well as his tires.

One of them ruptured by the heat.

It was a matter of split second but Jungkook couldn't process any of it. Wails of women, men alike were heard; he was mid air. And the next second he was lying upside down on the side track, his helmet cracked but still protecting his head.

He was still awake, that's what made it more painful. He tried to get out by removing his seat's safety gear, but he could barely move his legs weren't hurting, they were just numb. But his chest hurt like shit.

'Great, new low.' he thought and started losing consciousness. 'Cue my head getting dizzy, and...' was the last thing that went through his head. He slipped in and out the unconscious.

Blaring alarms, sounds of an distorted ambulance, his panicky manager panicking more than usual. He could tell why everyone was in chaos.

He didn't know why but he wanted to see the girl in the red jacket more than anything at the moment. He didn't care if he shouldn't be bleeding out of his thighs right now and the piece of metal certainly shouldn't be sticking out of the left one.

He wanted to see you. And he did.

Faraway from the commotion, you were holding a horrified expression, tears ran down your face and an older man in grey suit comforted you.

The last expression he held before passing out completely was the same he had when he entered the stadium, a smug smile; you were crying for him.

The room was silent apart from his heavy breathing. The stuttered beeping indicated he was in a hospital. Everything hurt so bad, even breathing was a task. He slowly shifted his head and opened his eyes.

No one...

Ofcourse, there would be no one by his bedside. His parents were in another country and he had no one else with him except his team whom he treated like shit.

The door opened revealing a man wearing a white coat, presumably a doctor, who was attending on Jungkook.

Jungkook slightly raised his hand even though it was sore and gave him a slight wave.

"Oh Mr. Jeon, good to see you awake." He quickly checked the beeping monitor for his stats.

Jungkook cleared his throat, "Is there anyone waiting for me?"

"Unfortunately, your manager and team has went back to their respective cities. Only your coach stayed back."

"Where is he now?"

"I've sent a nurse to look.... And here he is." The doctor corrected himself after he saw the man barging in through the door.

"Jungkook! My man! How are you? Are you breathing good?" His coach grabbed his achy hand.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile at his display of affection by his usually stern coach.

"Ouch..." He winched slightly when his bed was slightly moved by the older man's momentum. "I'm good Mr. Bang."

"Is he good, doctor?" He looked over at the man jotting down something on his notepad.

"He'll be able to walk in 5 weeks time of full rest. After that he can be discharged."

"Thank you." Mr. Bang bowed. "Thank you so much." The doctor bowed in response and left the two of them alone.

"So, kid? Are you ready to talk about it?" He turned to Jungkook.

"I got horny, that's all." He laughed earning a tut from his mentor. "Why did the team leave so early?"

"Early? Jungkook it's been a week since the accident." Ofcourse the racer had no idea it had been that long. "Also I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Not now, maybe later. It's something important, yeah? We have to meet to administration."

"What do you mean, let go of me?" Jungkook had to be held back by his coach, or one could say ex-coach. His anger knew no bounds as he was about to jump his manager.

"Y-you can't let me off, I've given you so many wins, you can't." He pleaded through his anger.

"Sorry Jungkook it's not my decision take it up with the board." The manager said nonchalantly.

And so he did. He hasted into the door labeled CEO without hearing any instructions from the presumed assistant.

He burst through the door heads turning towards him. One of a man he had seen before but couldn't quite place and one of the CEO of Ferrari himself.

"Well if it isn't Jeon Jungkook!" The other man said to which Jungkook didn't pay any heed to.

"Jungkook, what's wrong? If you want to talk you can get an appo-"

"I don't want a stupid appointment, I just want to know why I'm being let off. You can't just let me off. I've given my everything for this company since I was 18. And no one, I say, no one can give you as much money as I earn a single minute. It was just a minor accident, we can work over it, doesn't mean I need to be fucking thrown out of the company." He pointed a finger at the man in authority.

The CEO was quiet through his rant and finally spoke, "Jungkook please have a seat."

"Just answer my fucking question." He reluctantly took a seat, his leg was starting to hurt a bit.

"Jungkook, do you know who this fine man is?" He pointed towards the familiar man in the gray suit.

"No, and I don't necessarily care." The hot headed man scoffed.

"This is the CEO of McLaren. And he has offered $90million for you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation, he wasn't being let off, he was being sold off. Any other driver would have been estatic, jumping off the ceiling, but Jungkook was horrified.

Ferrari had been his home since the beginning of his career. He couldn't possibly let go of his home, his team and especially his coach.

"No." Jungkook said, mind not able to process the information.

"Yeah we know, we knew you wouldn't like being traded and after the stunt you pulled, not listening to your coach, our reputation has been tarnished severely. Have you been seeing the news? People are furious that we let you drive like that.

So to answer your precious little question, you can't be traded neither can you be kept in our company. Hence, we're letting you off."

Jungkook got up and banged his fists on the glass table, cracking it a bit. "Fuck off, I don't care, coach will find a way to get me back in."

"Jungkook, he won't. You're not coming back on track. Not from Ferrari atleast." He smiled.

Jungkook was in tears at this point, leaving his home because of his own mistake was something he thought would never happen in a million years.

It was you. It was you that had caused it all. Even though it may have been unbeknownst to you, it was your fault.

Ever since Jungkook saw you, he had this uneasy feeling in his stomach, almost as if he drank tons of alcohol and couldn't puke how much ever he wanted to. Nothing had been going right, and Jungkook wasn't having it.

"F-fuck all of you." Was the last thing he said before storming out of the CEO's office, never to enter it again.

"So father, how did it go?" You asked. "Did Jeon agree?"

"Ofcourse not. I know racers like him, he lived for Ferrari, and he wouldn't give in that easily." Your father said, adjusting his gray suit.

It was a bright, huge building. You were sitting in its spotless lobby. You could tell it was built to perfection, down to the last bit as you couldn't find a single flaw in it what so ever.

It reminded you of your father's main work building. Though your father's was brighter and more lively, filled with people you know since your childhood.

"Well, do you still have work here? Or we can go home?"

The older man laughed, "You can go have a walk baby." He looked out the window. "Oop it's raining, stay inside then, I'll get you something to keep you entertained."

"No, I'll prefer to walk." You knew Jungkook had stormed out and you wanted to look for him. He wouldn't have gone far considering how much it was raining at the time.

"Find yourself an umbrella then, dear. I have to go." You hugged your father and he walked into an elevator.

Jungkook couldn't tell if he was just dreaming. If he was still in the hospital, and still in his sleep. It certainly would be better that way.

His thoughts were cut off by a loud sound followed by a sudden gush of rainfall hitting his face as he looked up at the sky.

'Great, how bad can it get' he thought as he stopped walking and sat down on a bench.

The park in front of the Ferrari head office was always his favorite place. He'd come here when he had no friends to go to. No family to look up at.

He sighed, rain still drenching him. But it was an enjoyment of sorts. He closed his eyes feeling each raindrop as they hit his face, he smiled knowing this was the most peaceful he'd be in a long time.

But the rain was stopped by someone. He opened his eyes to see you smiling brightly, holding an umbrella over him and you, right in front of him.

Jungkook was extremely pissed off by now. The last thing he needed was you to come out of nowhere after he'd lost everything.

He scoffed, "Nice of you to grace me with your presence." The knot in his stomach relaxed for some reason and he was feeling a lot better.

Close up, you looked much better than he had assumed. If Jungkook was asked to draw a perfect face, he'd draw yours. Words couldn't possibly express how overwhelmed he felt when he was in front of you, in a good way ofcourse.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion. Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn't get goosebumps at the sound of your voice. "You know..." You wiped the seat beside him to sit on. "...I've been a big fan of you."

"I don't care, just leave me alone."

"I'm Y/n, Kim Y/n."

He sighed looking off into the distant with an uninterested look, "Jeon Jungkook." This was weirdly not how he had expected your first interaction to go. He could feel that you somehow felt the same way he did.

The drops from before slid down his porcelain skin, you almost wanted to reach a hand out to touch him, you wish you did.

"I know." You smiled. "And I know you felt something too."

He snapped his head towards you, "What?"

"The weird feeling in the stomach, yeah, I've been feeling it too." You looked down at your fiddling hand in your lap. "I-I heard the bells as well."

There was no way, Jungkook looked at your profile silently. Half admiring you, half being shocked at the new information.

Jungkook had always wished he'd find his soulmate the same way they found each other in Your Name, by the sound of bells. Of course, he was kidding himself, a way of coping with the fact that no girl interested him. However, he secretly wanted it to actually happen, it'd save him the trouble of finding a date at least.

Jungkook would never have imagined a random nobody to be his so-called soulmate.

"Have you heard the bells?" You asked meekly. You weren't sure if he did and didn't want to seem a weirdo. He nodded much to your relief.

An awed Jungkook looked at you for an explanation, you seemed to know more than him.

"Well, are you gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what? I'm dumbfounded here too." You shrugged.

'Well, that was stupid', both of you thought.

It was awkward, to say the least. Jungkook didn't want to speak, you didn't know how to speak.

"I'm sorry for the accident, how are you doing?" You finally broke the silence.

"Well, you should be apologizing. I'm good thank you for your concern." He smirked down at you.

You were sitting so close to him. Arms brushing against each other, his warm breath hitting you. He placed a hand on your thigh, letting his impulsive thoughts win.

"What? Why should I be apologizing, you idiot?" His warm hand brushed up against your skirt-clad thigh, dragging it up to touch your smooth skin.

"I don't know, you caused it all. I couldn't focus because of you. That's why I was late to start from the pitstop."

You were lucky the park was empty; because the way Jungkook was dragging your skirt up was vile, he was vile. Who does that to a girl he just met? He clearly didn't give a fuck who was watching.

He leaned closer to your blushing face and said, almost whispered, "The rain has stopped baby, what are you holding the umbrella for?"

You closed your eyes in embarrassment and pulled the umbrella shut as Jungkook laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't see my fault here. How was the accident my doing?"

Jungkook took his free hand to a stray strand of hair covering your face and tucked it behind your ear, only to touch your cheek as if you were a piece of art. "Look at you, how could you not cause the fucking accident. Walking around in this skirt, being such a sin."

Okay, you were officially done with him. You quickly got up from your seat beside him making him retract his hands from you.

"Being cheesy with me isn't going to help your career, Jungkook. You're a lost cause at this point. I didn't cause your accident, your own dumb brain did it." You spat, walking away.

"You can't talk to me like that." He said getting up and walking after you.

"So arrogant." you mocked, walking faster. "You know, I came here to make you feel better, you aren't helping."

Jungkook realised you were a hard one, offence wasn't going to work and he definitely wasn't going to let his potential soulmate walk away.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Let me fix it."

"This isn't about....you're so difficult." you groaned. Jungkook stopped and held your wrist making you come to a halt and turn back at him. "This is assault you know."

"Shut up and let me take you out to tomorrow night"

"Ask politely."

"I never ask anyone out, that's all you get."

"Ask politely."

He sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, "Would you please do me the honor of going out to a date with me?" He ridiculed.

"Where?"

"Meet me right here at 8pm tomorrow."

"How do I trust you?"

"I might be a douche bag to others but I know how to treat women right."

"Damn..." Jungkook whispered under his breath. He knew you were a walking nightmare for him and his dick but the skin tight silver dress you were wearing was sinister for him.

Though you were wearing a coat, he could still see the outline of your curves making his pants a bit tighter than usual.

You were zoned out staring at the night sky, on the same bench you two had your first awkward encounter on.

A lot of things on your mind. Jungkook, your father's quickly devaluating company, and did you mention Jungkook?

Maybe you were obsessing over him more than he was over you, maybe this was all wrong and you were never meant to even meet.

You have had been a fan of Jungkook since his first ever race 5 years ago. Being such a big fan, you knew he was a playboy and wasn't going to commit anytime soon. Numerous scandals of him cheating on his celebrity girlfriends popped up from time to time and honestly, you were scared.

Scared because you heard the bells and scared because it might have been a misunderstanding.

Even if it was a misunderstanding, you got a chance with him and you were afraid of losing it.

A teardrop rolled down your face due to the anxiety.

"You know..." You were startled by the man beside who suddenly appeared beside you. "I would love to see you cry..." He reached out and wiped the tear. "...but when you're under me." He winked.

You brightened and hit his arm for being so cheesy again.

He laughed and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

"Stuff..."

"Yeah, no shit. What stuff?"

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah, baby?" You felt butterflies in your stomach at such a simple gesture and he knew how he affected you.

You gulped, "W-What if we didn't actually hear any bells, it was just a coincidence both of us were hallucinating at the same time?"

"Well, those bells fractured my leg and 3 ribs, let's assume they were real shall we?" He smiled. Not an ounce of doubt could be seen on his face.

"You're something else." You smiled.

"I've been told." He adjusted his leather jacket. "I believe we have a date waiting for us?" You nodded.

You got up, following Jungkook's movements. "So, where are you taking me? To an orgy?"

"Hah, close enough. We're going to the beach."

You scowled, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking me to a beach, in this dress?"

"Stop complaining, honey." You both reached the exit of the park where Jungkook had parked his vehicle.

And it's not like he couldn't have chose one of many of his luxury cars. It's not like he couldn't have gotten a Lamborghini, or preferably a Porsche for you to sit comfortably in.

He chose a fucking motorcycle...

You were supposed to sit on a motorcycle with a minidress...

"I am not sitting on a motorcycle, my father would kill me."

"I have a license baby, don't worry, it's safe."

You wanted to smack him in his dumb head so bad at that moment. He clearly didn't think things through.

"I trust you but it's no-"

"No buts, you trust me. That's all I need." He put on his gloves and helmet and gave you one for yourself. You sighed, you should've never agreed to this.

You struggled to get on the motorcycle itself and the sloped seat made your front slide right into Jungkook's back.

Oh, he enjoyed every minute of your agony. You held onto him so tight, your boobs were squished flat against him.

It was special to Jungkook: meeting his soulmate. Though he was pissed off at you first, he couldn't deny his that you were his soulmate. He didn't care what the world believed or what you believed.

He was dead-sure that he heard the bells, and he wasn't going to hear otherwise.

That's why Jungkook brought his favourite motorcycle for you. He wouldn't let anyone, not even his older brother touch it but he readily brought it to impress you.

"Enjoying the ride?" He asked as you had stopped at a signal.

"Uh-" You were half disoriented at this point. "Very."

"Just let go of me. And try to enjoy wind in your hair." He suggested. He sounded so geniune there was no way you couldn't try it out. Even if it meant that you might fly off into the abyss.

You slowly let go of him, finally holding him just by his waist and striaghtening your body.

You felt peace. You understood what Jungkook meant for you to do but you were still a bit afraid to let go of him completely.

But before you knew it, Jungkook was coming to a stop.

You looked around to see nothing but an empty road and a barely lit beach which seemed to be private as no one was on it.

"We'll have to walk from here." Jungkook said as both of you got off.

"Are you gonna assault me here too?" You jested, adjusting your dress and your coat.

"Just ask me, I'll do anything, baby." You still hadn't gotten used to his nickname. You knew he didn't mean them but they still felt very personal.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you meet." You stated as you started walking. The soil slowly turned to sand. "And I bet you bring every single girl here and fuck them."

"You really take me as a playboy, don't you?"

"Because you are."

"I only fuck girls in my mansion and I've never ever brought anyone out on a date, especially here."

"That still makes you a playboy."

"I can be loyal for you." He suggested and you laughed. But for some reason he didn't.

He stopped on his tracks, "Y/n, I'm serious. I could be loyal for you."

"Jungkook, you can't be loyal to anyone. There's nothing in the world that can make me think that you'll do that to me."

You reached the shore and were still confused as to what you were going to do here.

"Wait here, I'll grab a blanket from the house."

You hadn't noticed but there was a big beach house nearby. You assumed it was Jungkook's. You never took Jungkook as a guy who owned a piece of private beach.

It was almost romantic. You walked into the ocean, water barely reaching your ankles. It was full moon, so it was well lit despit the beach having only a small number of lamp posts.

You took a deep breath, feeling better to have had agreed to come here. The smell of salt and sand tickled your nose almost teasing you to enter the ocean.

Jungkook exited the beach house with a blanket big enough for 5-6 people. His eyes fell on you bathing in the moonlight. He didn't get horny, rather, he got goosebumps.

'So beautiful' was one of the million thoughts circuiting through his brain at the moment. He had never seen such a view before.

How he wished time were to stop right then and there.

He snapped out of his trance after you turned at him and smiled brightly, the beach had made you happier than before.

"Well, are you gonna do something with that blanket or...?"

"Uh- yeah." he shaked his head and spread the blanket for you two to sit on.

"You know I never took you to be the romantic type." You joked as you took a seat beside the man.

"I never thought a person could be so beautiful, but here we are." He stated matter-of-factly and you blushed.

"Jungkook, stop staying stuff you don't mean."

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down with him to lay on the blanket. You fell onto him with a sqeak which Jungkook found very endearing.

"I have meant every single sentence I said since I met you, Y/n."

You were blushing extremely hard at this point so you placed yourself such that he couldn't see your face.

"I love coming here, just laying here and watching the stars. They're so much clearer here than the city."

"You come here with friends?"

"No, alone." He had a sad tone to his words. Who could blame him? He didn't have any friends to begin with.

"You know, when I first came into racing, everyone hated that they were getting beaten by an 18 year old." He said.

"What are you talking about?" You got more comfortable with him and laid on his arm, using it as a pillow.

"My seniors, they used to hit me for being too naïve. It hurt their egos because they were being defeated at their best game."

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry."

"That's why I ended up being so entitled, it seemed to scare them away. And it kinda stuck with me."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." You tried to lighten the mood.

He laughed, "You think I don't know that?"

He was so pretty, you couldn't help but reach out a hand to caress his face. "How are you so.... perfect?"

"Genes, baby." He carefully got up, laying your head on the blanket and got on top of you. His body tightly bond against yours.

He cupped your face, "I'm not trying to be cheesy again but, you're the most perfect girl I've ever met." He closed the distance between the two of you.

So close yet so awfully far.

In your defence, you couldn't control yourself when you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Contrast to Jungkook's personality on the track, it was slow, so slow.

He didn't move his lips for a few seconds, dazed in your touch. Both of you could swear there were fireworks ongoing in both of your stomachs.

When he finally decided to move his lips, it was full of passion; wild, crazy, boundless passion summed up into a few slow estatic movement of both your lips.

Jungkook held you as if you were made of fluff, ready to crumble at his fingertips. And you were crumbling, submitting to your list for him. His hand was on one of your thighs, making you wrap your leg around him, pulling him closer than he could possibly be.

Jungkook had become addicted to your lips, they were like a drug to him, he didn't want to let go.

But he did reluctantly when you eventually had to catch a breath, your stamina clearly wasn't as much as his.

He grinned, "Now that wasn't so 'difficult' of me."

"Hey now, I didn't mean it." You giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours. A gesture you found extremely romantic.

Over the night, you talked, laughed and almost cried with him. It felt so... nice to be around him. You started to wonder if he was actually your soulmate by the way he made you feel. You hoped it was true despite it being practically impossible.

"Wanna go take a dip?" Jungkook suggested.

"No way, this is a one of kind Louis Vuitton masterpiece you know, bringing it to the beach was already a big enough mistake."

"Then take it off." He said simply.

You gasped dramatically, "And be naked around your playboy ass? I'd rather not, I'm not looking to be fucked tonight."

"Am I an exception?"

"Maybe..." You trailed off.

"You're mean, you know that?" He leaned in for another kiss which you gladly gave in to.

Ofcourse, you didn't get laid that night. But you experienced a whole new side of the arrogant play boy you had always seen.

Jungkook and you met way too many times after that and you were honestly surprised at his ability to control himself from fucking you right when he sees you.

Jungkook grew too attached to you to the point he'd end up at the gate of your mansion the second he missed you.

Your father, whom Jungkook had never met was not happy with the fact that you were dating a F1 driver famous for sleeping around. He had clearly stated he hated seeing you go out everyday and waste your time over a jobless and hopeless excuse of a man.

It was obvious to you that your father held a grudge against him for not joining his company.

But you were stubborn, you never let him stop you from sneaking out the mansion only to hop onto Jungkook's motorcycle.

"So why don't you take up my father's offer?" You brushed Jungkook's hair back and out of his face. You wondered why he bleached it so much. Your legs straddled him and you both were sitting on his couch.

"And become a McLaren pawn? No thank you." He scoffed.

"You were a pawn of Ferrari before this. How does that make any difference." You shuffled around on his lap innocently.

"Ferrari is different, I don't know how to describe it to you." He almost groaned at your crouch and thighs rubbing against his manhood.

"McLaren is different too. We've got the coolest team, they're so friendly and sweet, it's crazy. We have had some of the best times together. There's Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin-"

"Shh..." He hushed you. "Are you betraying me? I thought you were my fucking fan." He was slightly 'concerned' as he might put it, at your words. You hung out with other guys? Other drivers at that?

"Jealous are we?" You smirked connecting foreheads with him. The movie you were meant to watch was long forgotten. You shuffled a bit more making him whimper.

You were already too much for him, he would not be able to restrain himself. Heck, he didn't want to at this point.

"No, ofcourse not. Why would I be jealous?" He buried his face in your neck as you chuckled. "And stop fucking moving before I ram into you without any warning."

Oh, you realised it now. He was hard beneath you. You could feel how big he was. You grinded on him a little to test the waters, earning another sound from him.

You gasped as you felt a sudden kiss followed by a sharp bite on your neck.

"Jungkoo-"

"Please, baby." His voice was all raspy and groggy sending shivers all across your body. "Please let me fuck you."

You didn't need to reply, you just had to grind. And you did. He threw his head back onto the couch as you continued to rub against him.

You reached out to kiss him. Both of you had made out before. You had lusted over each other before but that moment, knowing the proceeding act you were going to do, it was different.

Jungkook was a bit reluctant, a bit too scared that he might hurt you. But you showed no signs of stopping.

"Fuck me..." You said between the kisses, "Please, Jungkook, I can't take it anymore."

He pulled away, "Are you sure, baby? I'll try to go easy."

"No." You smiled, "Let go, don't hold yourself. Use me, Jungkook."

Oh, how hard he got by only those words. His pupils darkened, and he grabbed you by your chin roughly planting a small kiss on your lips biting the lower one as he pulled away.

Jungkook held you by your hips and lifted you up taking you to his sanctuary, his bedroom.

Gently placing you on the bed while kissing, he didn't want to let go. He couldn't let go.

Your hand went between you two grabbing his belt and trying to undo it. Jungkook being his impatient ass, grabbed one of your hands to stop you and did it himself.

He suddenly got up and walked towards the other side of the bed looking for something in his drawer. You whined at the empty feeling, if anything you wanted to be in his embrace for longer.

"What are you looking for? A dildo?" You asked turning over onto your front.

"Why would I have a dildo, I'm probably bigger than those" He pulled out a speaker from the drawer.

"Are you for real?"

"I don't know, I just feel like it."

Fine, you were willing to roll with it as long as he put on fuckable songs. And you knew his music taste was immaculate.

He connected his phone meanwhile you had discarded your clothes leaving you in your lingerie much to Jungkook's surprise when he turned around.

"Shit..." He murmured, crawling his way toward your frame.

His first track was moderately sensual. Just an instrumental so who knows what song. But it seemed to you he got even more turned on by it. Little did you know it was you who caused that.

"I know, I don't have the modelesque features you're used to, bu-"

"Are you kidding with me? You're literally the prettiest girl out there. I'd prefer to see you everyday single fucking day over any other woman."

He gently pushed you onto the bed, giving you a slight peck while he's at it.

"Let me worship you, yeah?" He said making you gush with juices.

Jungkook had understood you so well, he knew what words to use, what gestures to do in order to make you lose your cool. He had never even touched you but he knew you like the back of his hand.

He splayed butterfly kisses across your neck, biting and licking a few, more sensitive spots. You were never the quiet type and he enjoyed your moans more than anything.

He swore his heart skipped a beat everytime you said his name. It gave him some sense of being yours.

The music was still slow and sensual matching his pace.

He kissed your body all the way down to the valley of your heaving breasts. Hooking a quick hand under you, he untied your bra removing it all together.

His breath got heavier as he processed the view in front of him. He could cum at the sight without the slightest of touch.

"You're so fucking angelic, Y/n." He leaned in only to take a mild bite of your erected nipple, stretching your skin as he pulled on it with his lips. "My baby." He said, with your nipple still inside his mouth.

"Jungkook..." you gasped and panted at every single one of his touch. Moaning as he paid equal attention to both your boobs, your fingers locked themselves in his smooth blonde-dyed hair.

Neglecting your other breast for a while, his hand moved downwards as he still sucked and lapped at your chest.

Finally reaching to the hem of your underwear and playing with it for a while, Jungkook decides to move his hand inside.

His hand made contact with your clit right away, "So wet, baby, so wet." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You flinched, it's not like you hadn't touched yourself before, it's just the touch of Jungkook's padded thumb that had you going crazy.

It was known to Jungkook that you were a virgin, part of which was why you were so hesitant to have sex with him.

Oh, but it drove Jungkook over the edge. Getting to be the first and possibly the only person to ever touch you? He was so estatic when he first heard it; he'd never question the meaning of life again.

"It's okay, just trust me yeah?" He let you hold his arm as he came eye level to you, resting his forehead on yours.

At this point the song had changed to a much faster one and who knows how many had passed before this one.

Jungkook knew well to match his speed up with the song. He inked digits dipped in you as the beat dropped sending you over the moon.

"Please, Jungkook. I want your....fuck..."

"What's that, angel? Could you repeat that?" He knew exactly what you meant but it got him off, knowing he was making you so much dumber with just his two of his fingers.

"I-I want your cock." You managed to coax out.

His belt was already undone, he just had to pull his pants down. Which he did along with his hoodie leaving you both in just your underwears.

"I suppose you're ready." He said adding a third finger to the two already plunged inside you. He was knuckles deep sending you into a moaning frenzy.

It was too overwhelming with pain for a second but you managed to calm yourself through it. You didn't think you'd need that much preparation for his dick but you'll soon know you were wrong.

He pulled his fingers out, all of them were very much covered with your juices. He brought his tatted hand in front of your face,

"Suck." He simply demanded. And you followed. The scene itself was so disgusting, it turned both of you on more than before, if that was even possible.

"So good to me, only to me." You released his hand to help discard both of your underwears.

He was certainly big, similar to most of the porn videos you had seen. He was blessed with both length and girth and you had no fucking idea how you were going to fit around him. He smirked seeing you gawk at his length.

The music changed to more of something you knew. A song featured by one of your favourite artists, RM.

"Such a whore for my cock, can't even keep your eyes off of it." His words surprised you, he had never used anything close to a derogatory term for you. He had always been respectful of you. But this change in his words had you excited to say the least.

"It's my property." you said boldly.

"You're my property."

He teased your entrance with his head making you both hiss at the feeling. He put in just the tip to begin with. But the tightness made him double up in pleasure.

~Yeah, it's time to go off-site, smoke sprite~ The music blared through both of your ears.

Jungkook took his chance to bottom out, both moaning in unison.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He said clenching his jaw while your mouth was agape at the warmth inside you.

~Take on my knees~ You were turned on beyond what you thought was humanly possible.

"Gonna cum soon." You vocalized somehow.

"I'm close too."

Your legs were wrapped around his body. His hands crept up to your neck holding you, or rather, choking you. You were beyond gone at this point.

But Jungkook kept thrusting powerfully, practically drooling at the sight of you barely holding on to reality. His leaking cock hit your cervix at every ram.

~Fire to the low, lower, low, ah yeah don't run away~ Her words punctuated Jungkook's thrusts.

"Jungkook, I'm cumming." was all you said before you got tighter around Jungkook making him gasp. But he didn't falter, he kept fucking you deep until your back arched under him. Peppering kisses all over your face, calming you through your orgasm.

It was RM's voice that got you over the edge for some reason.

"That's my baby." He said, kissing your lips. Removing one of his hands from around your neck and hooking it under your thigh, he got a deeper angle.

"Koo... too much..." You panted. Your mouth could barely form legible words.

"Like I care." And honestly, at this point, he didn't. All he wanted to do was cum inside of you. Completely ruin you.

Keeping his pace constant, he was wonder-struck at how well your pussy swallowed him, how your body reacted to his touch, how your belly displayed a bulge going in and out of you.

"Look at....me..." He asked not so politely. You somehow opened your tear-filled eyes to look him straight in the eyes. That's when you heard a faint ringing of bells again. You looked around and at Jungkook to confirm it.

There were tears in his eyes too but not because of the pleasure. Jungkook had just realized how hard he had fallen for you. He was in love with you for sure. And nothing could stop him from confessing right at the spot.

"I am in fucking love with you, Y/n." He whispered and smiled. You could barely hear him, but you did.

"I-I love you too, Jungkook." You weren't hesitant in the slightest.

He leaned down to kiss you for the millionth time that night but then again who was counting?

"I gonna cum inside you okay baby?" You nodded and he released a copious amount of seed inside you. He thrust his cum in deeper, riding out his high.

He plopped down beside you and you both faced each other. He cupped your cheek affectionately, "I love you so much, you have no idea." He planted a soft peck at the tip of your nose making you giggle.

"I bet I love you more." You said kissing his palm which cupped your face.

"One more round?"

"Are you shitting me Jungkook?" Both of you laughed simultaneously, "No, but seriously my dad is gonna kill you if he finds out what we just did."

"Speaking of your dad..." He laughed, "I might just take up his offer."

Formula One: World Championships 2022

"And please, please, please make a pit stop when its necessary." You said.

"Okay, I get it. I will." Jungkook pulled you in his embrace for one last time before the race. "Promise me you'll take care."

"I'll be fin-"

"Jungkook, let's go. It's time!" Taehyung, Jungkook's teammate yelled from outside the locker room.

"Be at the finish line as I win, I have a surprise for you." He kissed you deeply for a quick second and left after Taehyung.

'10 minutes before I start.' He couldn't hear anyone at the moment, not the screaming fans, not his usually calm new manager, not his coach dragging him to sit in the car.

A shiny McLaren logo above the number 7 on his back was enough a proof that he was a racer.

Maybe the only thing Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and he suddenly could hear everything. The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Your voice was the loudest screaming cheers of encouragement.

He let go of the brakes and as usual, he got the lead, followed by Taehyung. The plan was to get 1st and 2nd ranks for them respectively.

"And number 7 gets back on the track after almost 2 years of hiatus due to his accident."

"That's right." The other commentator chimes in, "Ferrari seems to have let a gem go."

"He'll be perfectly fine." Your father patted your shoulder relaxing you.

"I know, but it's his first time, I don't know I can't help but feel nervous for him, dad."

Turned out all your father ever wanted from Jungkook was for him to join his company.

Jungkook had gotten closer to McLaren drivers due to them being your friends. He was much less jealous. You finally saw a side of Jungkook that wasn't selfish or arrogant when he was with them.

Ever since Jungkook joined Mclaren, the press and the fans went crazy. Everyone wanted to get a piece of Jungkook with his new partner.

This in turn generated a lot of publicity and money, Jungkook had practically saved your father's falling business and stocks.

"He has you now, he won't be so careless this time, trust me."

"I would sure hope so." You smiled looking at the racing cars in front of you.

It was around the 25th lap and Jungkook had just come in for a pit stop. He was barely there for 5 seconds but he made sure to spot you and blow you a kiss at the bleachers. Even though he had his helmet on, it was clear what he intended to do.

Many fans surrounding you didn't know who you were and assumed it was for them, screaming at the act of endearment. You felt weird not having people know Jungkook was yours.

The rest of the race majorly included a couple more stops and just sitting around hoping your boyfriend wouldn't cause any mishap again.

Jungkook and Taehyung maintained their positions throughout the race ensuring their wins.

"Jungkook, what the fuck?" His coach shouted through the comm. "Slow down a bit, you'll burst a tire again."

It was the final lap and Jungkook was supposed to speed up but only so much so that he was in the first place. However, he had other plans.

Winning was something he had done a ton of times. But setting a record was something Jungkook had rarely done.

He sped up almost bumping into another driver earning some oh's from the crowd.

He was already in the first position and had a clear road ahead of him and he wanted to make this a recording breaking lap.

280 was a new high for him.

"Um, dad he's not slowing down." You gripped your father's hand tightly

"He'll be fine..... I think." You both were seated on the VIP bleachers.

"Jungkook, slow down!" His coach yelled. But he didn't want to listen.

"Woooo, it's 320, coach." Jungkook howled.

Everyone held their breaths, the fans, the team, the coach, you... They could just anticipate the well being of Jungkook.

"And this is just in, Jungkook had broke his previous record for the fastest speed ever in F1 races by going 360 Kmph." The commentator said through the microphones. "A legendary man indeed."

Finally reaching the end of the race, Jungkook came first only to be followed by Taehyung almost a minute later.

You ran towards a tired Jungkook, hugging him in front of millions. The crowd roared in chaos. Who was this girl? And more importantly, McLaren won over all the other companies.

"I'm so glad you're okay." You hugged the man tighter than what's humanly possible and he reciprocated, dropping the helmet in his hand.

"That was..." He started

"That was stupid." You slapped his chest only to further bury yourself into him.

"I know, I'm sorry, but hey, I won." He lifted you up by your waist and spun you around making you squeak.

"Jeon Jungkook, put me down!" It's not like he hadn't done this before. But seeing his boldness to do it in front of people surprised you. You of all people should've known by now that Jungkook would do anything to flex you off.

He let you down and took a step back. A teammate brought him a microphone on cue making you confused.

"Kim Y/n." He said. The whole stadium could hear him. Everyone seemed to go nuts over hearing their idol's voice.

"Jungkook, what are yo-"

"Kim Y/n, I- uh thought I had this covered. But I forgot half the lines I had prepared so Imma just wing it." He chuckled.

"I never believed in myself truly. I was always the arrogant, selfish one in the lot. Always being alone, always being neglected because no one wanted to deal with me. But when I met you, I couldn't help but change for the better. I didn't believe in soulmates. I never thought I meet mine because she simply didn't exist and I was bound to be alone. But I'm not. Loneliness was something I got used to until you showed up. You were mean to me at times, correcting me as we went."

You were in tears at this point, smiling through the tears of relief. Relief that you had him, relief that it was you who could call him yours.

"And I believe in soulmates now because I found mine. Through trial and error I became a better person. All for you. And I love you, more than you could ever imagine. So, Y/n..."

He got down on one knee, but you weren't shocked. You had read through the lines when he began talking.

"I've had this in my pocket while driving." He laughed as he pulled out a small velvet box. "Probably shouldn't have down that."

"No you shouldn't have." You agreed and laughed with him.

"But would you do me the honors by marrying me?"

You couldn't even bother looking at the ring he held in his hand. You bent down and kissed him with all you had. Forgetting you were in front of millions of his fans, forgetting your father might kill you, forgetting everything else but him.

You could hear the crowds going absolutely bonkers with the scene unraveling in front of them. The two of you were on the big screen.

Jungkook placed the mic down and cupped your cheek wiping off the tears that rolled down along it.

"I love you." You said.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You nodded, "Ofcourse, you dummie. It's a yes."

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This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.

Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi

Warning; vom!t

Caretaker: ot7

Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.

"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.

Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"

"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"

"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.

"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.

"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."

Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.

"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.

Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"

"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.

"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.

"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.

"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."

"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.

Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"

"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.

"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.

"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."

"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.

"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.

The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.

"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."

"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..

"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."

"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.

"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.

"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.

The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.

"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.

"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."

"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.

"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"

Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."

Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."

"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."

Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.

"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.

"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.

"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."

"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.

"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"

"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.

"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.

"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."

"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."

Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."

Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.

I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..

Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.

"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.

While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."

Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."

"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."

Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.

"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.

"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"

Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."

"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.

Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."

Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.

The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.

"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"

"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.

"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.

"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"

"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.

"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.

Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.

Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."

"Okay Hyung."

Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.

Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."

"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.

Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.

"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"

Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.

"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"

"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."

"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him

Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.

"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.

Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."

"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.

"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.

"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.

Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..

Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.

"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.

"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.

Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.

"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.

"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.

"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"

"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.

"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."

"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..

Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.

"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."

The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"

"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."

Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."

"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."

Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"

It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.

Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.

"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."

Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.

"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.

"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."

The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.

"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.

"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.

"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."

"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"

"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.

"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."

"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.

Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."

"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.

"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.