chateautae · 2 months
hotter than hell | final. (m)
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banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​​ <3
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➵ summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​​
➵ pairing: fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader
➵ genre: supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 19k
➵ warnings: swearing, semi-accurate biblical depictions of angels and demons, fantasy-based story-telling, mentions of fear, violence & injury, mentions of blood, aNGST, tragedy that leads to depression :(, light mentions of taking one’s own life (very very minor, please read with caution if this is triggering), morning after shenanigans, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, pussy-eating, heavy making out, petting, unprotected sex (wrap before tapping pls <3), massive dicc!jungkook, switch!reader, marking, scratching, cum play/tasting, rough sex, shower sex, multiple orgasms, missionary, hitting it from the back <3
➵ a/n: NAURRR it’s the final now :( I really hope you guys like this ending and please excuse me if it’s not my best, for those who don’t know I wrote this while recovering from heart surgery :]  please excuse any mistakes i don’t have a beta for this!! i hope you enjoy my lovelies 🥺💓 feedback is always appreciated <3
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A light breeze dances across your cheek, causing goosebumps to freckle your skin. Your chest squishes into the mattress beneath you, splaying a hand across Jungkook’s brawny chest for warmth.
Except, Jungkook isn’t next to you. 
Your eyes flutter open, squinting as the morning light blindingly permeates the opulent bedroom. You clutch the sheets on Jungkook’s side with confusion, finding the imprint of his sleeping body, but vacant of him. 
Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. 
“Jungkook?” You immediately rise, anxiously surveying your surroundings for your king of hell. “Jungkook?” You call urgently, heart accelerating with each second he doesn’t reply. 
Nerves begin eating at you, your fretful mind jumping to horrendous conclusions that tear your heart out of your chest. You sit up and hug the sheets to your quivering, naked body, as though you’re protecting yourself from the worst. 
“Jungkook? If you’re playing a joke this isn’t funny.” Moisture floods your eyes, stressing your concern. Last night’s conversation only dawned terrifying thoughts, forcing yourself to avoid the worst possibility right now. 
He can’t be gone already, he couldn’t have had such little time—he wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye. 
Your breathing destabilizes, tone shaky when you cry out. “Jungkook?! Please, where are you!”
“Woah, woah, angel.” You hear his concerned, silky voice when he emerges from the bathroom, shirtless and wet. Every muscle in your stiff body relaxes, seconds from crumbling into pieces. 
“Hey, Y/N.” Jungkook coos, settling by your side and resting a palm against your cheek. “I’m here, hey. It’s okay.” 
“Jungkook… I thought—” You choke up, almost embarrassed you’re on the verge of crying. You hide your face to conceal the tears, but Jungkook unfairly knows you too well. 
“I’m right here, angel. Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” He kindly purrs, seating himself on the edge of the bed and tugging you into his warm chest. You bury into his neck, immediately throwing your arms around him—Jungkook squeezes you tightly, stroking your hair. “Wow, you really can’t last 10 minutes without me, can you?” 
His tone is playful, encouraging you to lighten up. You force a smile upon your lips, drawing away to find his beautiful chocolate orbs. Jungkook cradles your face, holding you dearly. “Are you okay?” 
You nod, inhaling a deep breath to calm yourself. “I’m sorry, I just jumped to the worst conclusion and thought you—” 
“Hey, you don’t have to say sorry.” He assures you. “You know I’d never leave without saying goodbye.” 
Your heart spasms inside your chest, feeling a sting upon hearing the word “goodbye”. It felt so damningly final. “I never want to say goodbye…” You trail, eyes solemnly focusing on the white sheets wrapped around you. 
Jungkook exhales worriedly, despising the misery on your face. The words weigh heavy on him, too, instead curling your hair behind your ear. “Did you sleep well?” 
You recall the memory of sleeping in Jungkook’s embrace, admiring the cozy heat of his body, the calming sensation of his skin pressed against yours—a small smile curves your lips. “Yeah, I did.” 
Jungkook’s face brightens, biting his bottom lip. “So, did you really miss me? I was only showering, baby.” 
It’s then you register a white, cotton towel hugging Jungkook’s scrumptious hips, droplets of water hanging from the ends of his wet, shaggy locks—he looked irresistibly sexy. You clear your throat and swiftly wipe at your eyes to appear unaffected. “Sh-shut up, I would never miss you.” 
“Mmm, I beg to differ.” Jungkook hums, cupping your chin to lift your face. “What did you dream about, angel? Did you dream about last night?” 
Flashes of the steamy session light hot fireworks inside you, your pussy inadvertently clenching. You nibble on your lip, squishing your thighs together to prevent yourself from gushing, avoiding his eyes. “I dreamt of you being less annoying, actually.” 
Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek with a smirk, bringing his lips mere inches from yours—his spearmint breath deliciously kisses you. “You’re really cute when you deflect your feelings for me, did you know that?” 
Grumpy about his accuracy, you pout, shoving him away. “Whatever; bet you thought of me and my naked body with you in the shower the entire time, loser.” 
Jungkook cracks a mirthy, amused smile as he flicks a boobs of yours. “Oh, I definitely thought of that.” You giggle, but the scheming demon walks his hands across the sheets either side of your body, his gaze alluring. You nervously swallow as his lips dangerously skim your ear, whispering. “I also thought about fucking you senseless against the shower wall.” 
You shiver, feeling a current run through your spasming sex—you tightly seal your lips to surpress a moan, whispering. “Why didn’t you?” 
Jungkook laughs while drawing back. His veiny, beautiful hand lands atop your hair, smoothing it. “I didn’t want to wake you; you’re like a baby angel when you sleep.” 
“Stop being cute.” You roll your eyes, curling your hands over his sturdy shoulders to push him back—it was so tempting to snatch any opportunity to touch his deliciously-carved muscles. 
Jungkook falters back, a fond smile on his lips. You lean back and perch yourself on your elbows, letting the sheets fall from your boobs. 
You eye his body like a work of art, admiring each and every divot, every harsh line and impeccably crafted edge. The slabs of muscles hugging him are mouth-watering, unable to tear your greedy eyes away—especially not from the perfect v-line running along his abdomen that disappears behind his pesky towel. 
It’s impossible to not recall the same godly body moving on top of you, working himself hard to thrust inside you, glistening with sweat as he grunted and groaned, moaned and panted. Your skin automatically heats up, chewing your bottom lip again. 
Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he crosses his brawny arms—you feel sick watching the tattooed one flex. “So someone definitely didn’t forget last night.”
“Hard to forget when you get fucked by the devil.” You add a saccharine sweet smile to your words, eyes giving away your lustful thoughts. 
Jungkook cracks a smug side-grin. “Mmm, and how’d you like the devil fucking you? Was it mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Life-changing?” He dramatically emphasizes with jazz hands. 
“Hmm,” you fake contemplate, drawing out your foot to skim across Jungkook’s knee just underneath his towel. You slowly graze your toes up his thigh, salaciously eyeing him. “More like eh, really.” 
Jungkook cocks a brow. “Eh? You’ve gotta be kidding me, right?” 
“Not really—I’ve had better.” 
Jungkook’s features immediately scrunch with resentment. “Hah, I know for a fact you’re lying because I already know your sex stories. Nice try, angel.” 
“Really?” You quirk a brow, his already apparent irritation amusing you, drawing higher up his quads. “Do you really think I’d tell you all my sex stories? What if I hid or lied about something?” 
Jungkook narrows his eyes. “You wouldn’t.” 
“I’ve been hanging out with the devil, Jungkook; I’ve become a sinner.” Your sultry timbre causes Jungkook to swallow, and your eyes gleam. You caress his muscular thigh high enough that you press the ball of your foot against his monster cock, and Jungkook growls like a beast. 
He pounces on you, giggling when he ensnares your wrists and pins you down to the mattress. “Take back what you said, or I’m giving you a sinful punishment, angel.” 
You smirk. “Awh, but I don’t think big scary Lucifer would ever punish me, would he? Aren’t I too precious to you?” 
“There are many ways to punish someone, and I’ve been thinking of specific ways for you.” He retorts, his eyes shimmering a cavernous red.
“Really? Like wha–” You nonchalantly wave him off, but your question is abruptly cut off when Jungkook glides his hands down your sides, hooks around your thighs, and lowers himself to your core—he tugs you flush against his face, diving head first into your pussy. 
The cry you let out is erotic—loud—joints liquiefying to the feeling of his strong, wet muscle licking a long stripe through your slit. 
“Jungkook, what the–fuck!” You moan out instead of reprimanding him, attempting to resist his tongue if it weren't so goddamn addicting. 
“Jungkook…” Your call is more of a sigh, moaning with pleasure when his tongue masterfully licks across your cunt, spreading your legs wide open. 
Your fingers weave into his messy, wet curls, gently tugging them when he supplies you your very own heaven. He licks and sucks about as he pleases, even teething your clit and erupting a high-pitched whine from you. 
He moans when your taste hits his tongue, snaking his hand up your quivering body to cup one of your breasts. He squeezes with delight, deftly rubbing tight circles over your nipple with his thumb—fireworks explode behind your eyes. 
Your hips buck into his gorgeous face, feeling his plushy lips lick your soul out of you. Lucifer’s tongue was surely the definition of sin, you thought, as Jungkook’s long and crafty muscle applied sweet pressure to your clit. He slithered the tip through your folds, jerking your back off the sheets, thighs closing around his head. 
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking wet.” He praises, pushing your thigh back to plunge deeper, to lick the cum he oozes out of you. “The dirtiest angel ever.” 
He’s driving you insane with his licks, with his hand on your tit, with his intoxicating stimulation that makes you see stars. Your cunt begins pulsing for more, for him to drive himself inside you until you’re full of his cum. 
Impatiently, you tug at his shoulders, forcing him to release your sex and crash his lips onto yours. You swing your arms and legs around his strong body to greedily kiss him, tasting your flavour on him. Jungkook groans once you do, a hand of his slipping underneath your head as the other grips your side, melding his hips with yours. 
The contact makes you shiver, harbouring no patience for foreplay. 
You shove him back, eyeing him with insatiable lust. Your hands quickly target his towel and toss the damn thing aside, Jungkook reading the room and removing the sheets from your body. 
He collides with your lips again for another messy kiss before grabbing his shaft, gently pumping his cock. It’d already grown hard as he ate you out, and now stands tall and proud as he’s seconds from splitting you open.  His face buries into your neck when he clambers over you, entwining a hand with yours in the sheets as he simultaneously sinks into your spasming hole.
Jungkook softly groans as he pushes into you, kissing your throat. “Are you okay… after last night?” 
You nod with a harsh breath, fingers gripping his wet hair for support. He grunts deeply once he’s entirely sheathed inside, curling an arm underneath your back to press you into him. He wastes no time in thrusting, your hands instantly gripping his back and shoulder, shuddering pleasurably as you adjust to the size of him. 
“Still so big, Jungkook… holy fuck.” 
“You drive me fucking insane,” he breathes, kissing your collarbone. “I can’t help it.” 
Your breathy moans and groans resound around the room as Jungkook drives into your sex, already rocking the bed with a sensual rythym. You scratch your nails into his meaty muscles, mouths and breaths melding harmoniously as he sensually drives himself inside you—the action sends Jungkook off the deep end.
“Fuck, I love when you do that.” He growls, gripping you harder. “Go harder, as hard as you can.” 
You worry for him, flashing him a concerned look until he kisses it away. “I’m Lucifer, baby, it won’t hurt—just let me feel what I make you feel.”
Heeding his request, you beg him. “More, Jungkook… fuck me faster.” 
Jungkook complies with a heady groan. He begins slamming into your fluttering pussy, eliciting needy sighs and moans from you. You harshly scratch your nails down his back, leaving red trails that must have drawn blood, but Jungkook only thrives off it. 
Throaty, guttural groans leave him as pure sin leaks into his movements, passionately speeding up. “Fuck, ah fuck…” He clutches you as closely as possible, roughly fucking you at high speed, relishing in the feeling of it until this position isn’t enough for him. Jungkook quickly draws out of your sex to flip you around, your breasts and stomach now pressed into the mattress.
“Jungkook—” You’re interrupted when the devil tugs you onto all fours, your battered pussy kissing his rock-hard dick. You yelp, surprised by his harsh movements until he sheaths himself back inside you, feeling every bone in your body melt with pleasure. 
Your face buries into your pillow, sighing into it, gripping it with all the strength you can muster. Jungkook begins sliding in and out of you, no doubt easier with the amount of essence you deliciously leak.
He fucks you hard and fast, gripping your hips as he plunges into you from behind. You cry out into your pillow, muffling the erotic cadence of your desire. It feels cosmically good like this, wantonly reaching your arms out to grab the bed frame. 
“Fuck, Jungkook… fuck!” 
“You like being fucked like this, angel? Like the dirty angel you are?” 
You pathetically whimper, tightly clasping the bed frame. “S’ good, Jungkook. More… I need more.” 
“Where do you need me, angel?” Jungkook coos, stroking your back affectionately—a complete contrast to his jackhammering hips. His voice is hypnotizing, alluring as he speaks. “Show me with my hand, baby, show the devil where you need him.” 
His words saturate your ears with liquid lust, your veins humming with pure rapacity. You reach out for his hand, Jungkook finding you in the middle. You relocate his fingers to your stomach, skimming them down until his digits press into your throbbing clit—Jungkook’s smirk is so wide you can hear it. 
“Mmm, my angel wants to come.” He hums, lowering himself so that his chest is flush against your back, his lips caressing your ear. “Hold on tight, Y/N, I’m giving you an orgasm so sinful, even hell won’t let you repent.” 
That’s the only warning you earn before Jungkook buckles down, curls an arm around your figure, and fucks you so hard you swear stars dance underneath your eyelids. The bed ceaselessly creaks, possibly on the verge of breaking as Jungkook hammers himself home inside you. 
His crafty tongue comes out to lick along your spine, your shoulder, your marked neck until your ear. He sucks on your lobe, whispering the rawest forms of filth. Paired with his fingers drawing tantalizing circles over your clit, it wasn’t long before Jungkook snaps the tight knot in your gut.
“Jungkook, fuck!” 
“There it is; cum for me, angel.” He ruggedly breathes. “Let me feel it, baby.” 
Just gently wraps his hand around your throat, choking the sides as he fucks you harder, faster, elevating your pleasure to mountainous levels until you finally reach Nirvana. 
With a cosmic thrust, your orgasm explodes inside you, chest inflating and deflating with heavy breaths. Jungkook momentarily slows down, his breath fanning your hair across your face. He’s throbbing violently inside you, loaded with cum he needs to release, and his lips move before yours can.
“Can I come… on your body?” He asks, breathily and with sweat glistening on his skin. “Your back… I’ve thought about coming on your back for weeks.” 
You shoot him a mischievous smile over your shoulder, still hazed over with post-orgasm bliss. “Want to paint me… like one of your french girls?” 
He smirks, far too attracted to your witty mouth. “I’d love to paint you and have you lick my cum off yourself.” 
His dirty mind intrigues you, granting him his permission. Jungkook picks up his pace again, sinfully rocking his hips into you until euphoria enters his veins. 
Jungkook’s pulls out of your sex in an instant to release his white hot seed all over your back, fascinated by the warm goops painting your skin. 
He decorates your lower back and even your ass, pumping himself until he’s left dry. He drinks you in with the most carnal look you’ve ever sensed, his eyes glowing such an intense red, he truly appeared demonic. He leans back down to swipe his fingers across your spine, gathering some of his cum—he brings his fingers before your mouth. 
Without hesitation, you lick it off, humming with satisfaction once the taste hits your tongue—who knew Lucifer’s cum could taste like stardust? 
Jungkook watches you enjoy it, watches your lips suck his digits as though they were his cock. He lightly groans before swiping up the rest of his seed to feed to you—he’s so sinfully filthy. 
Once you’d swallowed the majority of him, Jungkook pressed a kiss to your hair before he forced space between you, admiring his work on your back. You fall flat against your stomach, finding his eyes over your shoulder. 
“Shit, now I’m covered in cum—I’ll need to shower.” 
“Mmm,” Jungkook hums, tonguing his cheek. “Can I join you?” 
“You already showered, genius.” You playfully narrowed your eyes, swinging your legs.
Jungkook laughs before crawling back over you, pressing sensual kisses to your neck. “Please, I’m covered in sweat from fucking you. I’ll need to shower again, and joining you would save water and all...” 
“Ah, yes, because the devil is so interested in saving the Earth, right?” You jest, moaning when he licks your earlobe. “Totally has nothing to do with fucking me in there, now does it?” 
“Of course not, what if my angel needs help showering?” He sarcastically plays along, his lips now worshipping you underneath your jaw. “She must be sore from last night and this morning.”
You can’t help but sigh when he finds the sweet spot behind your ear, kissing it affectionately. You giggle when his hands slip around your sides, attempting to tickle you. “Fine, but we’ll only shower, correct?” 
Jungkook stifles his snort. “Oh yeah, of course. We’re just going to shower.” 
“Yes, you’re certainly not going to fuck me against the wall like you said you would, right?” 
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Once Jungkook hoisted you over his shoulder and scrambled inside the bathroom, it wasn’t long before your back was pressed against the shower wall, and you held onto him for dear life as he fucked you senseless, your two wet bodies rutting against the other with no desire to stop. 
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After two more rounds of fucking in the shower and coming another three times, Jungkook still didn’t leave you even when you began your skincare routine. You laughed and playfully tried to nudge him off as he clung to your waist from behind, burying his face into your neck. 
“No, I’m never leaving you alone—you know I love your hair after you wash it.” 
You rolled your eyes, applying moisturizer to your face. “Ugh, who knew Lucifer could be such a mushy lover?” 
“Only for his soulmate, angel.” You giggled when his fingers danced over your sides, tickling you. 
You’d finally finished and spun around to kiss him, unable to tear yourself away from his delicious frame. His black dress-shirt from last night hugged your figure as he only sported a black Supreme t-shirt and matching boxers on his hips. 
You leaped into his arms as he grappled your legs around his waist. He led you back into your room, laying you across the sheets to shamelessly make out with you. 
“You know,” you begin, indulgently sighing out when he sucks his love for you onto your neck. “I think we’re kind of… obsessed with each other.” 
He smirks against your skin, his hot breath fanning across you. “That’s what happens when you’re primordial soulmates—I’ve been starving for you for an eternity, and didn’t even know it.” 
You brightly laugh as he pretends to eat at your neck, playfully mimicking the sounds of a hungry animal chomping you. Your panty-cladded core presses into his clothed crotch as you lock your legs around him, lazily rolling yourself against his abs—until something hits you. 
The word he just uttered; eternity. 
It suddenly snaps you back into reality, your mind weaving together what time Jungkook actually has left. Is it possible for him to never use his powers and still remain here? Is it possible for him to delay whatever will happen to him? If he never condemns your soul, he can remain here, can’t he? 
You gently clasp Jungkook’s shoulders and force space between you two, meeting his eyes with soft, curious ones. 
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 
You sit on the question, letting go of his shoulders to twiddle your fingers. “I… I don’t know if I should ask.” 
Jungkook visibly softens, rubbing his thumb across your lips. “You know you can ask me anything, angel.”
His supportive, kind tone melts your heart, scrounging up the courage to speak. “You need to tell me more, Jungkook, about what you found out last night.” You press, nervously approaching the matter. “Can’t you just not condemn my soul? Can’t you just conserve your power and not use it to remain here? With me?” 
Jungkook exhales weightily, supporting himself above you with a look of regret. “I can’t do that, angel. The terms can’t just be ignored like that.” 
“Why not?” You smooth your hands over his muscular chest, silently admiring the beat of his heart—that he’s still here. “Why can’t you stay, Jungkook?” 
He releases a deep, grievous sigh, gripping the sheets with a sense of frustration. It’s as though something dances on the tip of his tongue, but he refuses to share, shielding you from the pain of it. Your heart sinks, sliding a hand into his hair as the other holds his neck—you lift yourself to gently nudge his nose with yours. “Tell me, Jungkook, you can talk to me.” 
Jungkook disconcertedly meets your eyes, swallowing harshly—he begins very quietly, vulnerably. “If I don’t… if I don’t condemn your soul…” He strains to continue. You support him as much as you can, affectionately kissing him, caressing him. 
He exhales calmly with your unfettered love, gathering enough strength to continue. “If I don’t condemn your soul, Y/N, the Council will seize us and force me to do it, anyway.” 
Your eyes widen, stuttering. “They’ll—they’ll what?” 
Jungkook winces, clutching your sides. “They’ll force me to condemn you, angel. And it won’t be a simple arrest, either, they’ll detain us and even hold a hearing if they desire. They could potentially…” 
Again, Jungkook tenses, and your eyes fill with moisture, cradling his cheeks. “What is it?” 
“They could potentially torture me, torture you if I don’t condemn you—it’s how they do things, they won’t let this go.” 
Your heart cracks, bleeding the pain into your chest. “No way, it can’t be like that.” You begin to implode, tears collecting in your eyes. “How could they do that? I thought they were angels, I thought they were good.” 
“Y/N, you’re forgetting who we are.” Jungkook softly explains, brushing some strands from your face. “I’m the devil, and you’re my lover, baby—they’ll never allow anything good to happen to us.” 
Your heart constricts, lips trembling as a wave of emotion attacks, ensnaring your ability to think clearly. “Then we have to stop it, Jungkook. We can’t let them have you, we can’t let them have what they want. We’ll run—we’ll run forever and never let them catch you and—” 
“Y/N, it doesn’t work like that.” Jungkook coos, concern flooding him upon your panicking features. “Angels are supreme celestial beings, not human detectives. They don’t have to search for our whereabouts or investigate, they already know where we are—they know I’m not following through with their orders.” 
The thought of such omnipotent power overwhelms you, clutching your quivering hands to your mouth. The fear that cripples you is consuming, causing you to rise into a seated position to reel, to become terrified of what’s to come. 
Jungkook visibly shares your pain, his features devastated as he kneels before you on the ground and cradles your hands in your lap. Tears cascade down your cheeks, sucking in a miserable breath. “This can’t be… it can’t be like this.” Your voice breaks, your head spins—Jungkook cups your cheeks, wiping the tears that escape you. 
“It has to be, Y/N, we have no say in the matter.” He agonizes, his smooth and silky voice cushioning the blow. “So we only have one option to end this for good.” 
You lift your eyes apprehensively. “What?” 
Jungkook doesn’t answer, as though he’s fighting to accept it himself. His gaze is miserable—excruciating—causing your nerves to skyrocket. “What is it, Jungkook?” 
Silence again, his jaw tightly flexed with anger, his irises glowing with a damning sense of tenacity. 
“For fuck’s sake, Jungkook, spit it out!” 
“Our only option…” he struggles. “Our only option is for me to use the very last of my powers… and let myself die.” 
A freight train hits you, no, completely totals you as you stare at Jungkook, unable to respond. Denial is your only method of functioning, shaking your head. “No, no. Don’t you dare say that to me, you can’t die, Jungkook.” 
“What choice do we have, baby?” He sadly relinquishes himself to his fate, holding your jaw. “I can’t live knowing I have to condemn your soul—I can’t do that to you.” 
“So what, Jungkook?” You fight him, pain etched into your every feature. “Who cares about me? I won’t let you die!” 
“You don’t get it, Y/N. Condemining you means branding you as one of the wicked, it means subjecting you to the torture you’ll face for your indiscretions on Earth.” He explains seriously, vehement disapproval on his face. “I will never do that to you, I will never let you suffer to earn my freedom.”
“And it doesn’t matter, Jungkook.” You counter. “I’ll gladly endure whatever awaits me in hell if it means you get to live, if it means you’ll be able to reclaim your throne in hell—I’m the one who cast you out in the first place, it was my fault!” 
“No, that’s not an option.” Jungkook finalizes, gripping your hands with meaning. “This is the only way, Y/N, the only way you get to live a normal life without all of this crap. You don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you; so please, let me do this for you—let me save you.” 
You can’t agree to this, vehemently shaking your head. “No, that’s not an option, you can’t do this for me.” You sniffle, connecting your sorrowful gazes. “You have to condemn me, Jungkook, it’s the only way.” 
“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, not it isn’t.” Jungkook has to release your hands in order to rise from the floor, pacing the room. You watch as he does so, determined to change his mind. 
“There’s another way, Jungkook, you just won’t stand to do it.” 
His features contort, scoffing with narrowed eyes. “You’re right, Y/N, I will never send you there, I will never do that to you.” 
“And why not, Jungkook?” You rise to your feet. “We can’t let the council reprimand us and there’s no way I’m letting you die, so you have to do this, you have to!” 
“I won’t let the woman I love suffer in hell!” Jungkook explodes, his rageful eyes burning with emotion.
You shatter, clutching your chest where a hole was punched through it. “But then you’ll suffer, Jungkook, you’ll suffer for me, and I can’t live with that.” 
Jungkook stares elsewhere with oblivion, scoffing before he swivels around, hands perched on hips. “Do you know what will happen if I condemn you, Y/N? Do you have any idea what’ll happen to your soul?” 
You sniffle, shaking your head. “What?” 
“You know you’re the reincarnation of Lilith, right?” Jungkook reminds you, to which you lightly nod. “Do you know what it means to be a reincarnation, Y/N? It means Lilith is reborn as you, a human. It means even after you’re gone, after your soul is condemned, this shit doesn’t end.” His eyes fill with moisture, watching him swallow it away so he can continue. “The punishment Lilith faced for disobeying Adam was to be repeatedly reincarnated as a human. But another part of her punishment was to face eternal loss. Lilith and I fell in love ages ago, but I lost her when she was forced to be reincarnated as the love of my life across human lifetimes. When I find you in each lifetime, I’m meant to be ripped apart from you—we’re never meant to be together.” 
The information is far too grand for you to absorb, drowning in it. “Wh-what? Across… lifetimes? But how… how?” 
“I don’t know, my memory of each lifetime is erased. But me still being alive clearly indicates that I never die. And I know I would never voluntarily choose to condemn you which only means the Council always forces me to, and you’re forced to suffer horrible, horrible pain until you’re reincarnated again.” He agonizes, spitting the words with distaste. “I cannot live knowing that, angel—I have to end your eternal suffering by dying.” 
Jungkook’s finalizing tone scares you, afraid of what all this means, afraid of what it means for you, for him. How could your life have gone down this path? How can you possibly be the reincarnation of a demon? It’s too much to stomach, feeling bile rise up your esophagus.
“This can’t be true… it can’t.” You choke on your words, sniffling back tears. “I can’t let you do that, Jungkook. You don’t get to sacrifice your life for me, I can’t let you.” 
Jungkook’s dark brows furrow. “I’m not asking for your permission, Y/N. I will end your suffering, I’m ending this for good.” 
You can’t believe him right now, blindly choosing to follow his own agenda without thinking about you. You’d never be able to handle Jungkook sacrificing himself in your name—it’s too much. “No you fucking aren’t, Jungkook. Don’t make my decisions for me, you’re not sacrificing yourself for me and that’s final!” 
“And you don’t get to make that decision for me, either.  Who I sacrifice myself for is my choice, and I won’t let anything happen to you!” Jungkook shouts back, stepping closer to drive his point home. 
“Why are you doing this? Why are you choosing this when we can work this out, when we have other options?” 
“Options that include subjecting you to eternal suffering, Y/N?  I won’t let that happen because I love you, can’t you understand that?” He searches your eyes to share his truth, to help you see what lies within him for you—your tears only grow. 
“And it’s because you love me you’ll die, Jungkook, do you understand that?” You sharpen your tone, decreasing the space between you two. “You won’t just die, either, you will cease to exist, as in there’s nothing left for you after. You'll never come back, you’ll never be reincarnated or magically saved, you won’t exist anymore.”
Jungkook swallows painfully at that, needing to look away from you—your voice breaks as you continue, lightly pressing your fist into Jungkook’s chest. “That’s what it means for you to die, Jungkook. It means our story, whatever we have, ends forever, and I can’t…” You choke up, agony clogging your throat. 
It catches Jungkook’s attention, who lifts his eyes with insurmountable misery. 
“I can’t live like that, Jungkook. I can’t live without you… I can’t live in a universe where you’re not… where you’re not…” You can’t continue, you can’t say the words anymore; sobs wrack your entire figure as the reality of your doom drowns you, wraps its macabre hands around your throat and reminds you of your endless cycle of pain. 
Your chest constricts, weeping into your hands, seconds from collapsing until you feel Jungkook’s arms embrace you, tightly hugging you into his chest, cradling the back of your head. You completely crumble, pieces of your heart stabbing your lungs, unable to breathe. 
Jungkook squeezes you tighter, no doubt tears spilling from his eyes as he listens to your wails, listens to the pain in your voice. “I can’t live without you, Jungkook. You can’t leave… I just met you, you can’t say goodbye to me, you can’t…” 
“I know, Y/N.” His voice shakes, exhaling brokenly to level his tone. “But I can’t let you suffer, I can’t live knowing my baby’s suffering because of me, because I couldn’t choose her over myself—I can’t be selfish with you.” 
Your sobs grow louder, finally allowing the reality of this to sink in, to swallow your soul whole and leave you hollow. “You can’t leave me, Jungkook, you can’t leave. We’ve barely done anything together, there’s so much left for us, there’s still so much…” 
“I know, Y/N, but you’ll be able to do it with someone else.” Jungkook gently explains, stroking your hair. “Someone human, someone who won’t make you cry like this, someone who won’t leave, someone you can have kids and grow old with.” 
“No, I don’t want that, I don’t want any of that.” You deny him, blubbering like a child into his chest. “You’re all I want… you’re all I want, Jungkook.”
You feel him wince against your hair, never ceasing his affectionate strokes. “I love you, Y/N…” He whispers, voice quavering with pain, squeezing you as tightly as he can. “I love you, okay?” 
You shake your head, refusing to say it back because it feels like the end, it feels like he’s building a wall between you two to soften the inevitable blow, to make you accept this horrible fate, and you refuse to. 
You push him away. “Don’t say that, don’t say that, Jungkook!” 
“Why not, Y/N?” Jungkook sounds weak, and it’s then you realize tears are flooding his eyes, too, piercing your heart with sorrow. “It’s the truth; I love you, and it’s because I love you that I’m doing this.” 
“No, no!” You stride away from him, inhaling sharply as your head begins to pound, pain seeping into every joint in your body. He can’t do this to you, he can’t. 
How can he say he loves you when he means to leave you? He’s lying to you again, yet again he’s breaking his promise, annihilating it, you thought. He doesn’t love you, he wouldn’t put you through losing him if he did. 
“I‘m not lying, Y/N, it’s because I can’t be selfish with you that I’m doing this, because I do love you.”
You pause, bewilderment etching into your features upon hearing an… answer to your thoughts. Your lips move slowly, furrowing your brows. “Wait… I didn’t… say that aloud.” 
Simultaneously, Jungkook’s eyes horrifyingly widen, swallowing as though he’d been caught. 
“I… I thought that in my mind… I didn’t say that aloud.”  You repeat, steadily turning to face Jungkook, who strictly stares in front of him, avoiding you. 
“Jungkook… can you… can you hear my thoughts?” Sheer shock is your only emotion, watching him grow antsy. “Can you fucking read my mind?” 
Jungkook opens his mouth, but closes it. He stammers repeatedly until he sharply sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with agitation. “I… it’s a Lucifer… thing. I can hear people’s thoughts to detect sins in them.” 
Shock is an understatement; you’re gob-smacked, utterly flabbergasted. Jungkook can read your mind… your fucking mind… “Wait… how long have you been able to read my mind? To hear my thoughts?” 
He swallows, flexing his jaw. He wets his lips before clearing his throat. “Since the moment I met you.” 
“So you have been able to hear… every single thought I’ve had since I met you?” 
He grimaces, conveniently drawing his eyes towards the bright, sunny skyline of Chicago. His silence angers you, sharpening your tone. 
“Jungkook, answer me—have you been able to hear every single thought I’ve had since I met you? Including the ones I’ve had of you?” 
Jungkook blinks, pressing a hand to his temple with a stressed sigh. “Yes; I’ve been able to hear every single thought you’ve had ever since I met you, including the ones about me.” 
Your gut horridly twists, reeling. Jungkook has known? He could hear your feelings grow for him? Develop for him? He could see inside your head? You suddenly felt grotesquely violated, like he could’ve weaponized anything you’ve thought of against you, like he could’ve easily played into your desires and entertained whatever personal mind games for his own satisfaction. 
Jungkook watches the realizations flash through your eyes. “Y/N, wait, I promise I didn’t purposefully do anything with whatever you thought. I can’t swim around in someone’s head, I can just hear thoughts, okay? And since my powers have been fading recently I can barely hear anything anymore, I promise.” 
“You could see inside my fucking head, and all you can do is make excuses right now?” 
“Y/N, no, wait. I promise—” 
But it didn’t matter what Jungkook was going to promise, because you’re both suddenly interrupted by the sound of a blaring, high-pitched screech. 
The sound batters your ears, the blood-curdling trumpetting in your head causing you to falter to the ground, Jungkook in tow. It seems to affect you more than it does him, however, because he’s not as phased by the ground that appears to shake, almost equivalent to an Earthquake. You feel his large, warm hands form to your writhing figure, comforting you. 
“Y/N, hey, are you alright? Y/N!” 
The sound is so loud you shout in agony, piercing your eardrums until it's followed by a bright, white light emerging into thin air in the main area of Jungkook’s suite. Your pairs of eyes follow the nearly blinding, unnatural beam, almost cracking open the universe itself. 
Not long after, three figures dressed in impeccable white with angelic, empyrean features present themselves—your eyes widen at the sight. The sound becomes quieter, but you feel fluid seep down on the sides of your face. A touch from your fingers reveals blood, freezing with fear when the figures step out from the portal-like door. Jungkook beside you even seems to stop breathing, and his fearful eyes clue you into exactly what’s going on. 
They’re here to take you. 
“Brother,” the one on the right, Raphael speaks up, regretfully regarding his brother. “I told you there would be consequences.” 
“Told you he wouldn’t listen, Raphael—always the overly moral guy.” Gabriel on the left chides his brother, leaving the most menacing looking one in the middle to be the one and only… 
“Michael…” Jungkook whispers in shock, his petrified eyes unable to tear away. 
“Lucifer, you haven’t followed through with your orders.” Michael’s deep, imposing voice flatley regards Jungkook, his stare intimidating enough to kill a man—literally. “You must come with us, refusing will only worsen your punishment.” 
Jungkook’s body stiffens next to you, hardening with denial. “No, I’m not coming. I won’t let you condemn her and keep this horrendous cycle of her pain alive.” 
Michael barely moves a feature on his face, stoically replying. “Then we’ll take you by force.” 
In seconds, all you register is the malice in the three angels’ faces before they lunge towards you and Jungkook. You squeeze your eyes shut and cower into his chest, until you fail to feel anything—instead, you sense the heat of the sun itself before you.
Opening your eyes, you find Jungkook shielding you two with the same ring of fire he manifested in Las Vegas, his eyes glowering an orangey red, as though the flames of hell were in there. 
“Don’t you dare touch her.” He demonically growls, emitting raw, unfettered rage. You watch as the three angels pause before Jungkook’s flames, reluctantly on the defensive. The use of his power immediately worries you, however, clutching his jaw with panic. 
“Jungkook, don’t–ah!” Touching his skin literally scorches you, reeling as your blistered skin reveals a legitimate burn. The sound of your cry snags Jungkook’s attention, his fiery red eyes revealing worry. 
“Y/N, angel, holy shit, I’m so sorry.” He deeply apologizes, straining to maintain his shield. “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 
His concern even at a time like this melts you, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Jungkook, I’m okay, but don’t use your power, you can’t go!” 
“It’s the only way!” Jungkook shouts, increasing the size of his shield, the flames raging brilliantly as they ward off the angels. “It’s the only way I can save you, run, Y/N. Run as fast as you can and don’t look back!” 
“No, you said you’d say goodbye, don’t do this!” 
“I’m sorry, I have to, it’s the only way.” He insists, guilt radiating in his irises. “You need to leave before I scorch this entire place, go!” 
“No, Jungkook!” 
Your screech is so painfully loud, it causes the angels on the other side to come to a realization. Raphael urgently turns to the others. “He’s channeling enough power to kill himself. Michael, we have to stop him!” 
“Kill himself? What do you mean, why would he do that?!” Gabriel yells over the ear-piercing whooshing of fire. 
“To end her suffering.” Michael intuitively answers, his cold, distant eyes sliding in your direction. “He’s willing to kill himself to end the cycle of her punishment. What an impudent, cretinous brother we used to have.” 
Jungkook strains himself as he forces out more power, watching the veins in his arms not only bulge, but reveal trails of scorching hot lava. It sears his skin, his eyes fiery red, the vessels around them lit with a bright orange as he remains determined to end this, to end everything.
“Y/N, run, please run!” He roars, the ferocity of his flames growing into a vicious inferno, terrifying you when he grunts in pain. 
“Michael, we must do something, now!” Raphael urges. 
“Brother, we can’t let him kill himself, we can’t!” Gabriel piggy-backs. 
Michael exhales a calm breath, even shutting his eyes to do so. Without even so much as a bat of his eye, Michael opens his palm, as though grasping something, and slowly closes it, straining to squeeze the life out of something. 
It’s immediate the piercing you feel, as though your windpipe is being crushed by a pole of reinforced steel. You scratch at your neck, attempting to pry something off you but finding nothing restraining you, struggling for air. 
The sounds of your violent choking caution Jungkook, snapping his fearful eyes in your direction. “Y/N!” He reaches out for you, desiring to help, but that single second Jungkook loses focus, Raphael and Gabriel counter him with their pure energy, snuffing out his ferocious flames. 
Jungkook cries out in pain as he collapses, and faster than your human eyes can detect, you and him are both snatched by your angelic pursuers, vanishing into the white beam they’d come from. 
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“How could you do this to her? She’s human!” 
“Just let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” 
“I’ll face any punishment, I promise, just please, let her go!” 
Your head pounds, groaning as the weight in your mind lifts. Your eyes fight to flutter open, pierced by the nearly blinding white colour of the outside world. 
“I swear, I’ll break out of this cell and murder every single one of you if you touch her.”
Your conscious slowly resurfaces hearing such a familiar voice. Jungkook? Did he say cell? Why can you hear the violent clanging of metal against metal? 
Your curiosity forces you awake, inhaling sharply as you come to. Lifting your head, it’s hard to adjust to the scene before you. A holding cell, chains and restraints around your wrists and ankles, the pure, luminous white covering everything around you. 
Or perhaps, nothing is covered in white, but everything is white. You survey your surroundings, panicking once you find yourself isolated. 
“Why the hell did you nearly choke her to death? I thought you were one of the good ones, Raphael, you liar!” 
Swiveling to your left, you find that your cellmate is your one and only loud, obnoxiously cute hot-head. “Jungkook!” 
His doe eyes snap in your direction, relief flooding his features. “Y/N!” 
He crawls over to you, reinforced bars separating your cells. The smile that plasters across your face is radiant, excitedly shuffling towards him to be near him, to feel him. You reach out to clasp his hand through the bars, but the minute you do, it's as though your meninges are being torn apart, the world's most excruciating migraine plaguing you. 
“Y/N, Y/N, what’s happening?” Jungkook worriedly rambles, reaching through the bars to comfort you, only to be stopped by his chains. He curses, grinding his teeth harshly before his head whips in Raphael’s direction. 
“What the fuck are you doing to her, huh? Hasn’t she suffered enough?!” 
“I told you, Brother,” Raphael defends himself, lifting your head to catch a weary sight of him. “Hurting her in Chicago was not me, it was Michael.” 
Jungkook scoffs, murderous eyes matching his tone. “You’re still the one who let it happen, asshole.” 
“I warned you that not following through with your orders would lead to this, Lucifer.” Raphael stresses. “You neglected them. You knew this punishment was inevitable.” 
“No, what I knew is that my brother would at least try to understand that you are hurting a human, an innocent human!” Jungkook rages. “Fuck your primordial cycle of endless punishment, Raphael. She is human, she’s not Lilith, she’s not a demon!” 
“But the essence of a demon resides in her,” Raphael sharpens his tone, clearly in no mood to play games anymore. “How else could she feel pain right now?” 
Jungkook’s dark brows furrow before settling his eyes on you, concern washing over him. One look at his face indicates that he knows exactly what’s going on, scrounging up enough strength to speak. 
“Jungkook… what’s happening to me?” 
Your fragile, broken voice causes Jungkook’s irises to glisten, sniffling away his tears as his expression hardens—Raphael’s the one who answers your question. 
“Demons cannot withstand being in heaven; the pure energy here is damning to them, enough that it can kill them.” He robotically states, even if there’s a modicum of concern in there. “Only powerful demons are able to withstand it. It weakens them—causes horrible pain—but they can endure it.” 
The realization crashlands on you, tears flooding your eyes as you swallow dryly. “I’m… I’m a demon?” 
Raphael straightens his face, failing to show his emotions now. “Humans do not feel pain in heaven, but if you feel pain…” 
You shudder out the weight crushing your heart, a gruesome chill crawling up your spine.  
Your world turns upside down, but Jungkook grovels with frustration, shooting daggers at Raphael. The righteous Archangel swallows, shaking his head as he regards Jungkook. “You could’ve avoided this, brother. Your greatest sin was falling in love with her; remember that.” 
Raphael stalks his way out of whatever detainment center this is, its pristine, unstained white almost daunting, serving as a reminder that it can only be sullied by your inferior existence. 
Heaving for air, your hands begin to tremble, your entire body wracked by violent shivers. Jungkook’s face becomes riddled with sympathy, gripping the bars that divide you two. “Y/N, hey, talk to me. Are you okay?” 
“No, no I am not okay, Jungkook.” You raise your voice, which only causes the echo to splinter your head, whimpering. 
Jungkook winces, eyes flickering with worry. “I get it, I understand, Y/N, but you need to talk to me. What’s going through your head? What are you feeling—” 
“What’s going through my head? What’s going through my fucking head?!” You shout. “What’s going through my head is where the hell are we?! Why are we here?! Why does everyone keep telling me I’m a fucking demon?!” 
“Woah, hey, hey, calm down, baby. You’re fine, okay? Just look at me, you’re fine.” Jungkook attempts to pacify you, which only embeds more misery in you. 
“I can’t calm down, Jungkook. I can’t… I swear… I’m not a demon. I’m just a human; a stupid, measly human that gets B’s in her classes and worries about her future and goes home for the holidays. I’m not a bad person… I’m not a demon, I’m not a demon!” 
“I know, Y/N, I know,” Jungkook swallows thickly, his eyes shimmering with regret, guilt, every negative emotion he had the capacity to feel. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Y/N. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve any of this. You’re right; you’re a good person and you’re not a demon.” 
“I’m not a demon,” you feebly deny, really to yourself. You clutch your knees to your chest and borderline hyperventilate, repeating to yourself. “I’m not a demon… I’m not a demon, Jungkook. I promise, I’m not a demon, I’m not a bad person.” 
When tears prick your eyes and you bury your head into your knees, it’s like a blackhole swallows Jungkook’s insides, leaving him empty—in despair. 
“I know you’re not, Y/N. You’re not a demon, you’re not a bad person. You’re not Lilith—you’re you, Y/N. You’re you in the most annoying, yet adorable way that makes me wanna wrap you up in a warm blanket and snuggle you to death; either to cuddle you or to shut you up.” 
His playful words actually invite you to laugh, the sound only lasting a mere second before it's replaced by painful sobs, tears cascading down your cheeks. “Where are we… Jungkook, why are we here?” 
“We’re in the infamously overrated paradise.” He jokes at first, before biting back his own tears watching you cry. “We’re in Heaven, angel. And it’s just like I said; they arrested us. We’ll be having our hearing whenever they decide we’re worthy of one.” 
Your horrified eyes flash in Jungkook’s direction, his expression softening with empathy as he regards you. You lean back against the pure white wall behind you, staring at the endless ceiling, wondering how things could’ve gotten this screwed up. 
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It’s been hours now, or what you think to be hours. The lack of a clock and being in a celestial realm must’ve hijacked your sense of time. You and Jungkook sat in silence for much of it, certain that he was allowing you the time to digest all of this, to provide you the space you need. 
“Why don’t you feel pain?” 
The sudden sound of your voice rejuvenates Jungkook, his beautiful eyes flickering towards you. “Hm?” 
“The pain that I feel, why don’t you feel it, too? You’re the devil.” 
Jungkook deeply inhales before exhaling, his eyes kind once he turns towards you. “It doesn’t hurt me because I was formerly an Archangel; technically still am, so I’m not really a demon, just estranged from this place. It’s more like… coming home after running away.” 
You absorb that information, letting it distract you from the constant ache behind your eyes. “Good to know.” 
You dip your head back again, breathing through the incessant pain. Your mind swirls with numerous thoughts; last words, last conversations—what is one meant to do when they’re steps away from a death sentence? 
“Y/N… we never got to finish our conversation.” Jungkook’s silky, beautiful voice dances in your ears. It feels like an anchor, something to hold onto despite your impending doom. 
“Which one?” 
“About me being able to hear your thoughts.” 
You swallow dryly, turning away to conceal your grimacing expression. 
“Listen, I’m sorry I never told you. I just knew it was useless because it’d be impossible for you to hide your thoughts from me, and you’d be under constant stress and anxiety trying to.” He explains himself, turning the entirety of his body to face you. “I swear; I was never trying to play mind games with you. I never… used something you thought to gain my way. Your thoughts were like something special I got to have with you, like always getting to hear my favourite song.” 
Your heart throbs hearing that, the gentleness laced in his words easing you.
“It helped me understand you, it helped me realize that I never wanted you to hide the dark parts of yourself from me—that you’d be safe with me, and it’d be okay to have those thoughts.” You want nothing more than to see his face right now, slowly turning towards him to find the sweetest shimmer in his eyes. 
“It just… feels a little weird, is all—you could hear all the dark, sinful thoughts I had.” You inhale sharply, clearing your throat, warmth flooding your cheeks. “You could hear all the dirty things I thought about you.” 
Jungkook chuckles, bouncing a brow. “Oh, trust me, that was the most entertaining part.” 
Your mouth falls agape. “You’re obnoxious.” 
“Please; the amount of times I’d hear you wondering whether I’d let you ride my back or not. The answer is yes, angel, I’d totally let you.” His saccharine sweet smile prompts laughter out of you, becoming sentimental. This is what you loved most about Jungkook, you loved that he could make you laugh, that even in the face of an unavoidable death, he could crack jokes that surrenders even some of your pain. 
“How… are your powers now?” You hesitantly query. “You said you couldn’t really hear me anymore, and you used a lot trying to fight off the Archangels.” 
“They’re still there; I can feel them. If anything, I don’t feel as weak and fragile.” Jungkook tugs at his chains to demonstrate his strength. “I think I regained my angel form by being in a celestial plane, but I can’t use my powers at all.” 
“Of course; it’s Heaven and you’re Lucifer.” You sigh, knocking your head back. Jungkook hums in agreement, mirroring your action. You hate the silence that befalls you two; it only causes your mind to swim in a sea of dismaying thoughts, eventually drowning in them. 
“What’s going to happen to us, Jungkook?” Your cadence trembles, poorly attempting to contain a fresh set of tears. “What are they going to do to us?” 
Jungkook fails to react, merely staring before him. His shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath, shaking his head. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t know…” 
The hopelessness in his tone incites your tears again, sniffling them away before they tip over. Jungkook’s eyes slide over to you, concern bleeding into his features. He grips the bars to shuffle closer to you, reaching out his hand. “Come here, come to me.” 
You crawl towards the bars, tightly grasping his extended hand. He cradles you meaningfully, entwining your hands together as firmly as he can, warm eyes set on you. “Listen to me, Y/N, I won’t let anything bad happen to you—I promise. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re safe.” 
The sincerity in him brightens the darkness clouding your heart, forcing a smile. “You don’t have to, Jungkook.” 
“No, I want to, and I will save you; no matter what it takes.” Your gazes lock to enter a boundless world where only you and him exist, fighting back your misery. You lean you forward, and Jungkook finds your forehead in the middle through the space between the bars. He delicately runs his thumb over the back of your hand, turning upwards to plant a long, deep kiss to your forehead. 
“You remember that I love you, Y/N.” He says.. “That’s all you need to do for me; just remember that I love you… that I’ve loved you through lifetimes, and I always will.” 
You swallow thickly, refusing to succumb to another breakdown. “What Raphael said… about loving me.” Jungkook silently dotes on you, lifting his chained hand to smooth your hair. 
“He said that loving me was your greatest sin.” You rehash the agonizing statement, squeezing his hand. “Is that true? Is loving me your greatest sin?” 
Jungkook slowly exhales, tilting his head as he admires your eyes—the unadulterated love that pours out of him is enough to grip your heart. “There’s nothing I would change about loving you.” 
You feel joy for all of five seconds before your ribs crack with realization, chest cavities filling with the pieces of your broken heart. “But it would’ve been easier, wouldn’t it? Not loving me?” You sniffle, tears shaking in your eyes. “You should’ve never loved me in the first place.” 
You can see Jungkook’s heart shatter in his face, his eyes revealing his wounded soul. “Do you regret it?” He asks, cradling your jaw, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Do you regret falling in love with me?” 
“No, Jungkook, I don’t regret falling in love with you.” You embrace his hand that holds you, conveying your words with undeniable truth. “I just wish it could have lasted forever.” 
Subsequently, you and Jungkook are interrupted by the door swinging open, followed by three burly, guard-like angels stomping in. Their size intimidates you, cowering away as they stalk towards your cell as though they must complete a task. They unlock your door, infiltrate your space and suddenly stand before you, Jungkook immediately protesting. 
“Hey, what are you—” 
Rapidly, you’re grabbed at by two men, resisting your number one course of action. “What the hell? Let me go!” 
You kick and bat at them, but the pain knocking around inside your entire body is disconcerting, forcing your limbs to give up much earlier than you desire. You're lifted up against your will, attempting to snatch your arms back while Jungkook spills endless profanities. 
“Why are you assholes manhandling her? She’s already chained up!” 
The silent angels refuse to say a word, merely shooting Jungkook a menacing look before the third angel settles before you, reaches inside his coat, and maliciously plunges a dagger into your stomach. The pain that pierces you is indescribable, screeching with agony as blood begins staining Jungkook’s black shirt on your body. 
“Y/N! Holy shit, Y/N!” Jungkook ceaselessly shouts, his voice cracking with horror once the crimson red trails down your skin and spills on the floor. “What the hell was that for? Why did you stab her?!” 
“She must be weakened before she is taken to see the Council—she must not be a threat.” The one holding a dagger with your blood speaks—his voice is so lethally calm, you’re quite literally terrified. Your breaths quicken, increasing the gut-wrenching ache of your open wound, whimpering in pain. 
“Are you fucking serious? She’s going to bleed to death before she even sees them!” 
“This is Heaven, you forsaken angel. She cannot die.” The angel belittles Jungkook before nodding towards the two seizing you. They release you and you tumble to the ground, clutching your stomach as you cough out heaps of carmine blood, excruciating pain spreading across your body. 
Jungkook’s worry is mountainous now, thrashing at his chains and the bars of his cell. “For fuck’s sake, I’ll smite all of you before you touch her again, let me help her!” 
“There is no need, Lucifer; they’ve decided.” The angel’s sickeningly relaxed tone sounds daunting, causing Jungkook’s eyes to widen. “They’re ready for your hearing now.”
Simultaneously, you’re apprehended yet again by the same guard dogs, twitching in pain as your own blood stains the pristine white of everything; the angels’ clothes, the floor, the cell’s bars as you feebly reach out to connect with Jungkook, but you’re brutishly denied. 
Jungkook causes an ugly scene once two more guards invade his cell, shouting and resisting with all his might, tossing around threats to anyone who dares hurt you again, but he’s unwillingly apprehended too. Both of you are dragged out of the detainment area into a long, white corridor that seems to stretch for miles. 
Droplets of your blood spill all over the floor, your bloody handprints staining the walls as you weakly fight for your freedom. Jungkook still rages on, refusing to go down quietly—you’d expect no less from your favourite hot-head, your only positive thought in a horrifying moment like this. 
By the time your vision is becoming hazy from blood loss and your muscles lose their strength, you come face to face with an enormous, intricately embellished door that stretches far and wide. You’re only able to feel the fear pumping in your veins before the doors open, and you’re hauled into your own personal judgement day. 
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Collapsing to the ground, you’re harshly forced to stand upright, your spinning head able to at least determine Jungkook being tossed onto a podium in the center of everything, restrained with an unnecessary amount of chains. 
You’re far from him, off to the side in whatever could be considered a jury’s box, except vacant of any jurors. It’s only yourself and your two ruthless guard dogs who bludgeon you to stand, subjected to observing four walls in a daze. 
The room is vast and wide, housing what you assume is a prestigious, empyrean audience in the form of a coliseum. All eyes fall to Jungkook, their hushed, incessant whispers indicating exactly what Jungkook had divulged to you once—not many angels have ever seen Lucifer. 
Your line of sight falls to the tall benches in front of him then—extremely similar to a judge’s bench—with three very familiar angels behind; Raphael, Michael and Gabriel, in that exact order, with Michael’s slightly elevated in the middle. 
How predictable. 
Your cough suddenly draws the Archangels’ attention towards you, including Jungkook. He grits his teeth with a fed up expression, before his eyes glow their angry, fiery red at his estranged brothers. 
“You better get on with this damn hearing so I can help her.” He scolds them, and a collective gasp from all the angels circulates in the room, indicative of their innocence towards cursing—Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I’m fucking Lucifer, what did you angels expect?” 
More hushed whispering, and Jungkook grits his teeth. “I don’t need the theatrics, ‘brothers’; start this shit already.” 
“Very well,” Michael blankly proceeds, straightening his already firm posture. “I’m sure you know what you’ve been brought here for today, Lucifer.” 
“Well, I’m sure you’re gonna enlighten everyone and make me sound horrendously evil, anyway.” Jungkook’s saccharine sweet smile lathers his words with contempt. 
Michael sighs, pitifully looking down at his brother. “You have been brought here today for your indiscretions not only in Hell, but on Earth as well.” Michael’s damning voice booms around the room, truly baffled by how much raw power he contains. “Lucifer; your journey of sin began in Hell with your ill-natured fixation on a certain human.” 
“‘Ill-natured?’” Jungkook’s face scrunches. “I was in love with her, but you ripped her away from me and—“
“Moving on,” Michael overrides Jungkook, who seals his mouth shut and indignantly listens. “Your fixation caused sloth to compromise your duties. You had begun neglecting your mandatory tasks and relinquishing your role as Lucifer for a mere human, one who houses a demon at that.” 
The little whispers here and there were irritating, even causing you to grind your teeth—it was hard managing the pain in your stomach as you struggled to listen. 
“This is why you were banished from Hell and onto Earth, where your lesson was to meet the very same human that compromised your duties and condemn her wicked soul to hell as she houses the vicious demon Lilith.” Michael practically spits, and the entire room of angels collectively gasp at the information. You couldn’t stand their theatrics either—if only they knew the truth. 
“Not only did you refuse your duties, but violated our most absolute rule regarding the secrecy of our celestial identities on Earth, and wrongfully utilized your powers. Subsequently, rather than reaping the consequences of your actions, you disregarded our rules and fell in love with an evil incarnate.” 
The imposing Archangel speaks his piece so convincingly well, he effortlessly riles up your fighting spirit. How could a “good” being be so vindictive? “Considering your crimes, Lucifer, this human is to be banished to Hell for her harbouring of a demon, while you will have your memory erased of her existence as punishment for your improprieties and to ensure you continue your role as Lucifer as dutifully as you can.” 
“What?!” Jungkook exclaims, straining at his chains as anger visibly seeps into his bones. “You can’t do that to her, you can’t! I won’t remember her and she’ll be horribly punished by me!” 
“For that is exactly what must happen, Lucifer.” Michael confirms. “You of all beings should be aware of what punishment sin invokes.” 
Jungkook clamps down on his teeth with rage. “This is unfair; it was never her fault the soul of Lilith was reborn in her, that’s your fault!” Jungkook accuses. “Do these angels here even know the real story? The real reason why you’re punishing Y/N and I?!” 
Michael swallows, sharpening his eyes. “There is no other story, Lucifer. She is a demon and cannot be allowed to freely roam Earth.” Michael then directs his attention to the coliseum of angels, speaking with an elegance that funnily contradicted his immoral doings. “This, my fellow angels, is Lucifer. The traitor, the iniquitous being that dared defy his angelic nature to maintain his royal stature, to relish in the power he was gifted rather than be thankful to his creator. He will say anything, do anything of the sort to gain your sympathy, to manipulate you and allow sin to defile you. He will lie, he will cheat, and he will remain greedy for more power; you are to never feel sorry for him.” 
Anger was an understatement, pure white hot fury pulsed through your veins. How could Jungkook be painted to be such a malevolent existence when his duties are forced upon him? When he didn’t choose this life nor to have his own brothers turn their backs on him? You couldn’t keep your mouth shut—your blood ragingly boiled. 
“How dare… you?” You cough, breathing through the pain searing your stomach. “How dare you keep the real story from them? How dare you fail to mention the truth and punish him for simply falling in love?!” 
Michael’s cut-throat gaze nearly harms you, and a bitter laugh escapes him. “Of course, his lover would say such a thing.” He announces, motioning towards you and Jungkook. “In this woman resides a demon who is in love with this wretched devil. She is blind to the atrocities he commits and has been corrupted by his sinful lies.” 
“Atrocities? You’re saying I’ve committed atrocities? You’re the one who harms humans!” Jungkook shouts, the echo of his words causing the chittering angels to hush. “Have you told them that, huh? The way your angels chased and terrorized me and Y/N on Earth? Have violently abused her and nearly killed her? A human?” 
“She is not human, she is a demon, and she will continue to be a demon that will rein terror on Earth. She is to be banished and punished!” 
“She’s not a demon, she only has the essence of one because you’re the one that put it there in the first place! Look at her, fucking look at her!” Jungkook insists, hardening his murderous eyes and blood-boiling features. “All of you, look at her. Don’t you see her blood? Don’t you see that she’s bleeding?” 
Michael scoffs. “I do not care for her blood—” 
“No, you need to listen.” Jungkook grits, now flashing his tenacious eyes at the wide-eyed, quiet angels around him. “You all know what blood means. Blood means that she is human, a living, breathing human. A demon can’t bleed, only humans do.” Jungkook pleads, pouring his soul into his words. “It’s only because she’s in heaven that she hasn’t bled out, but if she were on Earth? She would’ve died 10 minutes ago. When the Councils’ people came for her on Earth, they nearly shattered her spine, crushed her windpipe, and abused her knowing she’s human. She only survived because of my powers. What do you think would’ve happened if I wasn’t there? If this happened to any other human?” 
Jungkook’s words permeate the dense, thinking room, slowly digesting his point. “Don’t you know what that means? It means these people were willing to kill a human. She’s an innocent human just like the beings you’re all meant to protect, the souls that you are meant to nurture, guide towards good, and yet you’re going to sit there and let Michael tell you otherwise? Condone the near killing of one? Let him banish her to hell under the accusation that she’s a demon, when she isn’t?” 
“Save your speech, devil.” Michael shuts down Jungkook. “You have still violated our rules by revealing to her you were Lucifer and using your powers. The essence of a demon still resides in her and you will do anything to defy us—” 
“No! This isn’t about me saving myself, I don’t care about myself at all. I wouldn’t have violated any of those rules if you didn’t cast me out in the first place and threatened to harm her—how else could I fight off your minions trying to hurt a human without my powers?” Jungkook speaks with resolve, enough that you watch the angels’ faces change in regards to his words, all deeply thinking.
“This is about her; her name isn’t Lilith, her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She was born in Inglewood, California, she’s a Psychology major that eventually wants to become a therapist who helps people. She hates modern music and loves listening to classics. Her favourite food’s shawarma and she’s a horrible cook but makes a mean breakfast with her favourite purple frying pan every morning. She has a million cushions because she can never stop herself from buying them, can’t swim to save her life, and she’s an absolute baby with pain. She also drives the most beat-up Prius on the face of planet Earth.” 
Your eyes water with a smile listening to Jungkook, wondering when he retained all this, heart throbbing at the fondness in his tone. 
“She’s stubborn, and loud and obnoxious and has this witty mouth that makes me want to duct tape it shut sometimes,” Jungkook laughs, glistening eyes focusing on his audience. “But she’s loyal, and fierce and kind and caring. Her favourite things in the world are butterflies, because she believes their beauty is similar to the beauty of humans, and she still believes in pinky-promises. She’s the only person that has ever looked at me and not seen something evil, something to be neglected and thrown away. She understood me; she understood that helping me meant putting her own life in danger and she did it anyway.” Jungkook sentimentally recalls, sniffling away his tears. “These aren’t the traits of a demon, they’re the traits of a good human. She’s a fighter, she’s pure and good and she may be imperfect, but she’s imperfectly human. So please, don’t let Michael brainwash you. Understand that you will be punishing an innocent human soul; it’s not her fault that the essence of a demon resides in her. It’s forced upon her, it’s involuntary, and there’s absolutely no justice in condemning her.” 
The room has fallen into a reflective silence, all by the eloquence of Jungkook’s touching words, the raw emotion their doused in. “So I’m asking you as Lucifer, even as the ruthless ruler of hell and the nefariously-known devil, to make your choice; either blindly send an innocent human to Hell… or help her.” 
The angels hesitantly turn and discuss matters with each other, hearing a myriad of speculations. 
“He is Lucifer, he must be lying.” 
“But she is bleeding; he is right, demons do not bleed.” 
“But the essence of Lilith still resides in her, it may be a matter of time before she turns evil.” 
“But it is true she’s human; angels are not meant to harm humans.” 
“Michael is hiding something, there seems to be more to the story. We musn’t decide without the details.” 
Michael’s frantic eyes shoot around, observing everyone’s chatter. “Fellow angels, do not believe a word out of his mouth; he is a sinner, a defiler—” 
“Hush, Michael.” Raphael eases his brother. “You must let the angels decide; may I remind you they are the voices of Heaven, we do not act irrationally without the say of our companions and every being brought before us must be granted the fairness of discretion.”
“Seriously, Brother,” Gabriel cuts in. “Great haste makes great waste; we must listen to their verdicts.” 
Michael grinds his teeth with indignance, seating himself rigidly with murderous side-glances in your direction. The angels relentlessly chitter away, causing Raphael to lift his hand and order their silence.
“Lucifer,” he begins, folding his hands over his bench. “Y/N may be human now, but who is to say she will not be consumed by the essence residing within her? How can we be sure that setting her free will not be unleashing a known, merciless demon on Earth?” 
Jungkook chews on the questions, strengthening his timbre. “I’ll personally make sure of it; I’ll keep an eye on her since I would know exactly when she’s being taken over by Lilith—no other demon or regular angel would be able to overpower her, anyways.” 
“And who’s to say you won’t hide the truth from us?” Gabriel queries. “We may be willing to hear you out, but you do not have our trust, Lucifer. Unless you can provide a surefire method that proves her innocence will stay intact and that you won’t act irrationally because of your feelings for her, we cannot discuss negotiations further.” 
Jungkook violently grinds his teeth, the gears in his head turning, spiralling as he formulates a plan. “I’ll… um…” He hesitates, a troubled expression etching onto his face. 
That moment of silence serves him the second he needs to collect himself, shutting his eyes with a deep breath, until he opens them, assured of his answer. “If you grant me my role back in Hell, I’ll erase the memories she has of me; if I erase them she won’t remember any of this, she’ll live her life as a regular human none-the-wiser, and therefore will remain innocent. It will eradicate the consequences of me revealing myself and my powers to her as well, and keep the demon Lilith at bay.” 
The loudest gasp in the room must’ve been yours, tears flooding your eyes within seconds, fighting against the two guard dogs restraining you. “No, no! Jungkook, don’t you dare, don’t you dare do this!” 
“Again, how can we be sure your feelings for her will not compromise your actions?” Raphael queries, while Michael brews with anger and Gabriel wonders the same. 
“Me removing our memories of each other should be enough proof, no?” Jungkook miserably replies. “I’m willing to return to my duties, do whatever you tell me and erase all traces of myself from her life; I’m willing to let her go for her vindication despite my feelings for her, and you can instead punish me all you want in return.” 
“No, Jungkook, no!” You incessantly scream, not caring for the physical pain anymore; the tearing of your heart out of your chest felt more excruciating than anything. “You can’t do this, stop it!” 
“Brother, are you truly willing to do this?” Raphael seriously asks, a small sliver of concern in his tone. “You are to erase everything she knows of you, everything you have shared, while you are to remain with your memories and have that pain be a part of your punishment. Are you certain your feelings for her will not compromise this negotiation?” 
Jungkook weakly laughs, exhaling deeply. “I’d never do anything to put her in danger; so yes, I’m willing to do this and never see her again; to keep her safe.” 
Your screams must’ve been loud, and yet Jungkook ignores each and every one of them, watching everyone discuss his words. They ruminate about his offer until Raphael silences the room, even Michael tamed enough to let Raphael take the lead. 
Raphael straightens his posture, projecting his voice. “You’ve heard what he’s offered, fellow angels. If you are in favour of banishing Y/N to hell where she is to suffer for her transgressions with Lucifer and the potential threat she poses on Earth, lift your hand.” 
You watch a good handful agree to that; you couldn’t tell how many angels were in this room, but even a handful appeared to be a lot. 
“Now, those in favour of taking Lucifer’s offer and allowing this girl to live freely as a human?” 
You’re shocked; at least 70% of the room raises their hands, indicating which solution as the victor. But even if that meant sparing your life, you couldn’t bear to endure what came next. 
“No, no no no, don’t let him erase himself from me, don’t let him take my memories!” You screech to nobody in particular, voicing your piercing pain. “Please, Jungkook, don’t do this. You can’t suffer because of me, you can’t!” 
All you hear in that moment is Raphael announcing the final verdict; you’re to live as long as Jungkook erases your memories, and he regains his throne in Hell so long as he’s allowed to endure whatever punishment the Council sees fit. 
Your teary eyes connect with Jungkook during the announcement, conveying a million things that beg him to stop this, to take it all back, to just find another way. But his kind, sweet eyes indicate he’s not going to do such a thing—you feel every vessel in your body cease to function when you see him mouth the faintest, most miserable two words as his only response. 
‘I’m sorry.’ 
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You’re hurled into another shady, white room, heaving from the impact on your pierced stomach. The door’s shut before you can even beg to see Jungkook, spiraling from what’s going to transpire. 
You’ll fight, no, you’ll use absolutely every ounce of adrenaline within you to stop Jungkook. He can’t erase your memories of him, he can’t simply steal the memories that mean everything to you. 
Yes, at one point, you would’ve craved losing all traces of him within yourself to live a sound, peaceful life. But you’re tethered to him now, boundlessly, as though your soul was made for him—to love, cherish and fight for him. Even if it means enduring excruciating pain, you’ll do whatever you must; it’s undeniable what lengths you’re willing to go for him now. 
In your sea of misery, the sound of the door clicking open alarms you, finding an unrestrained Jungkook sneaking his way in. You can hear the incessant drone of the commotion outside, knowing the coliseum of observers must be in a tizzy. 
“Jungkook!” You breathe, forgetting about your bloodied stomach and leaping into his arms. Jungkook swiftly catches you, embracing you as dearly as he would a treasure. His hand weaves through your hair as the other cradles your back, his face burying in your neck. 
“Y/N,” he breathes, basking in you. He draws away to analyze your face, frantic eyes revealing worry. “Are you still in pain? Did they hurt you again?” 
“No, no,” you quickly shake your head, holding his jaw. “Jungkook, please tell me you lied. Tell me you lied and you’re not going to take anything from me. I don’t want to forget you, I don’t want to forget us; I won’t let you.” 
You couldn’t bear how pathetic you sounded, but who wouldn’t be in a situation like this? You couldn’t believe half of whatever transpired in the last 24 hours, but all you truly believed was the way you felt about Jungkook, this one man who’s holding you like you’re his everything and more, who’s thrown away his entire life for you.
“I know, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, running his thumb over your cheek. “But I promise, I’m doing this for us, I really am.” 
You notice the deflection in his words, sorrow flooding your alreasy miserable features. “You’re still going to do it? You’re going to take everything we had away from me?” Anger replaces your sadness soon, unbelieving of him right now. You touch your feet to the ground and force space between you two, refusing him. “No, you can’t do this, you fucking can’t!” 
Jungkook approaches you carefully, holding a finger to your lips. “Y/N, shh, let me explain, okay? It’s not what you think.” 
Opening your mouth to counter him, you’re interrupted by the door opening again, revealing a furtive, distraught Raphael. 
“Brother,” he urgently calls Jungkook, rapidly shutting the door behind him. “Michael nearly had my head for suggesting I visit you rather than him. Do you truly understand what you are to do? Erasing her memories will not absolve her of her eternal punishment, she will still be reborn into another lifetime. You are only delaying the inevitable.” 
“No, Raphael, I’m allowing an innocent human to live out the rest of her life without the burden of me.” Jungkook reasons. “I understand the consequences, I understand everything; just please, let me do this. Hold off Michael for now and I promise I’ll hold up my end.” 
Raphael grits his teeth, taking one good look at you, then at Jungkook, his eyes burning with a myriad of emotions; the only distinct one is exhaustion. “Fine, I can only grant you five minutes.” 
Raphael turns on you both and disappears in the blink of an eye, leaving you and Jungkook alone again—you regain your ability to fight. 
“Jungkook, don’t you dare—” 
“Shh, shh,” Jungkook coos, taking your face in his palms. “Angel, listen to me, I’m not going to take away your memories.” 
Your eyebrows furrow, struggling to speak. “Wh-what?” 
“I’m not doing it. I’m not taking away what we had to appease those fucks, okay? I won’t bow down to them, especially when they think they’re right when they’re wrong.” Jungkook seethes, his eyes more sincere than ever. “I’m going to pretend like I erased them from you, we’ll have you sent back to Earth while I find a way to undo your eternal punishment.” 
Your head practically spins, the room far too small for you to breathe in. “Wait… you lied? You won’t erase my memories? Won’t they figure out—” 
Jungkook, despite the situation, actually cracks a devilish grin. “I’m Lucifer, angel, I can do anything, and I will for you.” 
You digest everything slowly, holding a stressed hand to your forehead. “But I’ll be sent back to Earth, I’ll be without you, Jungkook. And I’ll be human; one human life on Earth is nothing compared to your immortal, celestial one.” 
Jungkook’s face softens. “I know, I know it won’t be the same. But please, let me do this, okay? I promise, I pinky-promise I’m going to find a way to undo your punishment, to make sure you live a long, happy life without me.” 
“There’s no guarantee you’ll find anything, Jungkook. This has been going on for entire lifetimes… who knows how long you’ll take to find something?” You exasperate. “You can’t say goodbye… you can’t say goodbye to me like this.” Your grip his hands on your face, shaking your head with vehement denial. “Don’t send me back, please don’t send me back without you, Jungkook, please.” 
Jungkook breathes in strongly, composing himself. “I’ll make sure angels never bother you, but if they do, act like you don’t know me, okay?” He explains, choosing to neglect the way you beg him to come with you, and continuing. “I know it’s going to hurt, which is normal because even if I did go through with erasing myself from your memories, you’ll still feel like something’s missing. So it’s alright if you’re sad for a bit, but don’t think of me, Y/N. Don’t cry over me, don’t dream of me or miss me. Make yourself forget me and meet someone new, build a life for yourself and live the way you choose.” 
“Stop it, stop!” You attempt to shove him away, even whacking his chest, but Jungkook goes on, silently enduring the pain while maintaining a calm facade for you. 
“Accept yourself, all of you—even the dark parts you hate. Don’t apologize for who you are to anyone, don’t hide your beauty because you doubt your self-worth, and don’t ever let anybody cage you in.” Jungkook declares passionately, holding you desperately. “You’re my angel, baby, you’ve got wings… and I know you’ll fly only if you let yourself.” 
Jungkook leans down to seal your lips for a deep, consuming kiss. He endearingly connects your foreheads afterwards, even entwines your little pinkies together to bind his promise, and all you can do is cry and plead, devising ways to run from this room, to valiantly refuse him, to tear down his house of cards, but you’d only cause Jungkook more harm—puts all his efforts to waste. 
So you cry. You cry, wail and sob as Jungkook presses a meaningful kiss to your forehead and whispers to you one last time, “I love you, Y/N,” he softly says, your heart wrought with despair, your chest collapsing with unbearable agony. Your body is overcome with a bright, bright light, and you can’t do this, you can’t. 
His silky smooth voice serenades you before you feel every particle in your body slowly fade away, his last words your only salvation. 
“Y/N… Fly.” 
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“Bitch, you need to come out more. This Halloween party is going to be huge and you better show up in something slutty.” 
“I don’t know, Mads, I’m not really up for a party.” 
“Please, you haven’t been up for anything for months, Y/N. Seriously, what the hell happened to you over the summer? It’s really worrying me, babes.” 
“Nothing… I… just… my night terrors. I haven’t been getting much sleep because of them and I’m too tired for a party.” 
“Awh, well, alright then. You know I value your health over anything. If you need someone to stay the night with you you’ll call me, right?” 
“Of course, Mads, thanks.” 
You abruptly end the call, leaning back on the maple bench you warm up as dried, orange leaves scatter around your feet. Inhaling a deep breath of the fresh, autumnal air, you steal a moment to enrich your lungs with much-needed oxygen. 
Only a single moment, though, before the hole in your heart reminds you of how hollow you really are, and no oxygen will remedy that.
Heartless; that’s what you were. As though somebody had torn out your heart and you now merely survive as a husk, unable to feel anything. Agony wasn’t a strong enough word, not even excruciating. The kind of pain you’ve felt for the last three months left you numb; numb to sensation, to feeling, to anything. 
You barely noticed when the season changed, let alone retained a single article of academic knowledge when your classes restarted. The semester blurred, much like everything else around you as it began to rain outside, and it dripped all over your hair and face, your jacket and shoes. 
You didn’t bother drying yourself or ducking under a building; nothing bothered you much these days. You grab your bag, rise up from your seat, and steadily stalk towards your car you’d parked somewhere on campus. 
Climbing in, you toss your bag in the passenger seat, simply sitting behind the wheel. You don’t turn on your car, don’t reach inside for your keys. You merely… sit, wallow, exist, things you do often these days. 
It’s in your sitting that your radio suddenly turns on, playing a static version of ‘Devil In Her Heart’ by The Beatles—a miserable smile paints your lips, gripping your steering wheel. 
“One of your favourites, isn’t it?” You ask, swallowing the lump clogging your throat. “Is it because of the actual song or because you remember it played the first night we met?” 
You don’t get an answer, you never do. But you know he’s there, you know it’s him, you know he communicates with you sometimes. 
It’s been three agonizing months since you had to leave Jungkook. For the first month, losing him obliterated such a large part of you, you didn’t leave your bed for weeks. 
After waking up soundlessly in your apartment once you’d been casted out of heaven, it was as though your life hadn’t changed at all since you left—except that Jungkook was gone. 
The loss of him was so agonizing, so soul-crushingly debilitating, basic human function wasn’t in your vocabulary anymore. You neglected your family and friends’, ignored their concerns, drove yourself into the ground by refusing to stand on your feet and feed yourself, let alone find a shred of happiness in anything. 
Your night terrors even returned, haunting you nearly every night, recalling the ghastly scenes of your blood staining the purity of heaven, the traumatizing image of Jungkook handing over his freedom and autonomy to his despicable brothers. 
Jungkook’s words constantly ran through your head, his words that angered you and yet kept you from ridding yourself of the pain forever. He envisioned so many passionate, enriching things for you—to saturate your life with all the possibilities he convinced himself his absence would grant you. 
Turns out he was wrong. 
But you couldn’t waste the chance he gave you by taking the easy way out. You had to live, you had to endure this—that didn’t ease the pain by even a sliver. 
It started in the second month, when your appearance had severely changed, when you couldn’t recognize who stared back at you in the mirror anymore, when you could barely catch a single night of sleep with the amount you screamed yourself awake. Your parents had even visited you, fed up with your lack of communication, devastated by your mental health compromising your physical health. You returned to your bedroom where your mother slept in your bed, finding some feathers scattering it, contemplating when you or she possibly tore one of the many cushions Jungkook claimed you had. 
You paid it no mind, chalking it up to your mother or depressed delirium. 
Another day, you found the milk already taken out of your fridge when you scavenged inside it for breakfast. You’d convinced yourself you’d simply forgotten you ever took it out. 
The next time, when your phone buzzed with a notification, revealing that you’d been tagged in a photo by an unknown user and clicked on your screen, you found that it led to a dead end. You constantly refreshed wondering if your Wifi simply died, but your lights all of a sudden flickered, and you nearly screamed when the cushions on your couch tore open, launching feathers in every feasible direction. 
You watched as the fluffy white things slowly cascaded down to the ground, wondering what could possibly be happening to you… until it all came crashing down. 
The feathers… when you and Jungkook first tussled in your bedroom and he tore your pillow open, causing dozens of feathers to litter your room. 
There was only one answer—it’s him.
Soon after, it was your car randomly playing his favourite songs. It was suggestions to his favourite restaurants open on your laptop, being drawn to his favourite places in town. Then it was the playful, harmless pet names etched into the steam on your bathroom mirror, ‘human’, ‘angel’, ‘my baby’. They were little signs of him, little anecdotes that he was real, that he can see you, maybe even hear you. 
Does he watch you? From his throne in hell? Is he still looking for a way out of your punishment? You wonder millions of things constantly. Is he being punished right now? Is he suffering for you? Has he been caught and everything you’re hoping for has already been taken away from you? 
You lean back in your car seat, fighting the violent tears threatening to spill. “I’m not going to that stupid party, Jungkook. I’m not fucking going.” You deny him, knowing that he wants you to go, that he wants you to live your shitty life as though there’s any happiness to be found in it. “I’m not going to fucking live my life when you’re not here, you asshole. There’s nothing happy in my life without you, okay? I’m not gonna cram myself into some slutty angel costume and grind against sweaty womanizing frat boys; they’re not you, Jungkook, they’re not you!” 
Your outburst causes you to smack your dashboard, faltering your head on your steering wheel and wallowing in your self-loathing. Everything felt as though it was imploding from inside you, as though your soul would never find peace or joy. 
The sound of your window being etched into catches your attention, seeing the text ‘go’ inscribed in Jungkook’s impeccable hand-writing. You sigh, nibbling your bottom lip to keep your emotions at bay. “Nothing good will come from me going, Jungkook.” 
Again, your window reveals a new message. ‘For me?’ 
Swallowing thickly, a bitter laugh spills out of you, draping your arms over your steering wheel and using every ounce of your strength to not smash your head against it. You feel insane, borderline lunatic communicating with Jungkook like this, but it oddly fills you with even a semblance of comfort, wiping at your mascara-smudged eyes. 
“Fine,” your voice cracks, sniffling again. “I’ll go, but only for you.” 
‘Pinky promise?’ 
That, is the only thing that festers a hint of a laugh from you, recalling the precious night you taught him how to make one. If only you could go back…
“Okay, pinky promise.”
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Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, you stare at the unnecessarily gargantuan frat house from its porch. The music bumps far too loudly, its bass practically vibrating the floorboards. You endlessly fidget with your fingers, impatient feet wiggling in your pearly heels. 
Your costume feels too tight; its corset-style top accentuated your breasts and showcased your shoulders, your knee-high skirt frilly and embroidered with crystals. Large wings decorate your open back, and a halo sits pretty atop your head on a headband. 
This is too much, you shouldn’t have done this. You shouldn’t have called Madison and let her handle your costume, because the pit in your stomach regarding meeting new people after being anti-social for months only grows deeper and darker inside you. 
You nearly make a run for it until Madison catches you, scolding you with her prettily coloured and gem-ridden eyes that match her faerie costume. 
“Oh no, missy, you’re getting in there before I kick your ass with my faerie magic.” 
You wince, recalling a certain conversation. “Angels actually outrank faeries, Mads.”
She scrunches her features. “According to who?” 
“Whatever, you’re getting inside and having the time of your life, no excuses!” 
 Anxiety fills you at every possible turn once you’re submerged in the dancing, bustling bodies. The smell of weed and vape are so pungent you grimace every two seconds, and everyone reeking of alcohol or sweat doesn’t improve your experience, either. 
“C’mon, have a drink!” Madison encourages you once she’s dragged you to the kitchen, offering fruit punch very obviously spiked with copious amounts of alcohol. 
“Oh, no–I don’t think so.” You deny her, attempting to be polite, but a little voice in your head tells you otherwise. 
‘He wanted you to live your life… to unapologetically be yourself.’
Inhaling a nervous breath, you grab the red solo cup from Madison’s hand and down the entire thing, feeling the alcohol burn your throat. You falter against the counter behind you, chest inflating and deflating as you let the liquor invade your system. 
You suddenly feel… lighter, almost calmer. Your head storms less and the party appears livelier, not scarier. You fish yourself another cup of the fruity, boozy concoction, chugging it as though it were water. You take another drink, and another, before your brain begins pirouetting, loopy enough to actually smile at Madison when she comments on you finally earning a fun bone back in your gloomy body. 
Every muscle is suddenly enriched with energy, a buzzing desire to move, to sway around, to dance. Madison practically reads your mind, hauling your ass onto the dance floor with a hoot and holler that genuinely excites you. 
The raunchy music becomes your only muse, alcohol keeping your mind empty and your body swinging. You can’t believe how wasted you already feel, can’t believe the fun you’re having. You catch yourself laughing, smiling, singing—all things you’d lost the ability to comprehend ever since… 
Your favourite track suddenly blares from the gigantic speakers, whooping along to the body-grinding lyrics with Madison as she hypes you up. 
“Hell yeah, Y/N! Dance that shit out!” She cheers, smacking your ass when you spin around for her. “I’m so glad to see you having fun, this is exactly what you needed!” 
Far too lost in yourself, you don’t even register Madison introducing you to a random guy, who happens to be smoking hot. Your drunk mind conjures up something to say to him; a botched introduction, a shitty pick-up line, frivolous questions, you’re not sure, but this man knows how to touch you, and his hands are tempting. 
You cling around his neck, focusing on the dancing more than flirting with him, drowning in the beat of the blood-pumping music. It isn’t until you feel the guy’s hands moving elsewhere, and his face suddenly closing in on your lips, does your brain decide to finally work. 
He’s going to kiss you, and your system… rejects that; it feels wrong. You instinctively push him away. 
Clutching a hand to your forehead, it’s as though your alcohol-haze clears up, finally unearthing the rational part of your mind. Your eyes dart around you, unfamiliar with the scene. What are you doing? Why are you partying at a random frathouse with people you don’t even know? Why were you letting a random himbo run his hands all over you? 
Just when the thought crashes down on you, the frat boy wraps his hands around your waist and invites you back, attempting to plant his lips on you again. You panic, frantically forcing him away. 
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You profusely apologize, shoving your way through the crowd for space, air, something. You practically claw your way to the entrance, not even caring about Madison or where your other friends could be. 
You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn't be having fun and indulging in alcohol, greed and lust. This isn’t you, none of this erases or fills the hole in your heart, none of this remedies the permanent black hole your soul was lost in. 
This only proves exactly what’s haunted you for the last three months; you’re a sinful person that has a demon residing within her. 
Your mind spins with thoughts of Jungkook, wondering what he could be thinking seeing you like this, seeing you enjoying yourself without him. Maybe it was fun for five seconds, but you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve anything after the chaos your mere existence has caused, the trouble and grief you’d brought upon him. 
He could be suffering for you right now, and that thought makes you sick to your stomach, fighting the bile crawling up your throat. 
Heart racing and lungs desperate for air, your frantic feet carry you out into the streets, pacing God knows where. You just need to clear your head, you need to grasp what the hell you’re doing and who you think you are, barely recognizing the person you just were. 
In all your thinking, you don’t consider checking both ways before stepping out into the road, attempting to flee the party, to get so far away nobody could chase you and beg you to be somebody you’re not, to convince you you’re deserving of anything good when really, you aren’t. 
Unexpectedly, all you hear is a blaring horn, see the blinding headlights of a speeding car before you can sneak a glance at it. The second you do, you know it’s over, only a few feet between yourself and the racing vehicle. 
You inhale a deep, shocked breath, limbs too frozen to move. You want to move, or do you? Do you perhaps deserve this? Is this really all you’re meant to amount to in life? Is this how it miserably ends? 
You decide to… accept that fate, accept that this impact will most likely shatter your spine or crack your head open on the pavement below. 
You shut your eyes, inhale a deep breath, ready to meet your end… but the impact never comes.
Instead, you feel arms wrap around your body and swiftly turn you out of the way, clutching you to their much larger body. The movement felt as smooth as butter, prying your eyes open to observe your saviour, and nearly collapsing. 
Fear floods your system, knowing you must be seeing things, or must be in some sort of limbo between life and death, because there’s no way… no way in Hell you’re... 
“Hey, angel.” 
You swallow harshly as you peer up at Jungkook, still snug in his arms. He feels reals, he feels like flesh and bone and your initial reaction is to shove him away, taking several steps back. “No… impossible. This is impossible… this can’t be you… you’re an angel, aren’t you? I’ll kick your ass!”
Jungkook wets his lips, slowly tucking his hands in his black jean pockets with a laugh; a black shirt and matching leather jacket hug his brawny frame, too. His gaze is soft as he regards you, lips slightly curved into your favourite smile. “It’s me, angel.” 
Blinking once, twice, three times doesn’t erase the image of him. For a second, you think you’re sincerely hallucinating, chalking this up to whatever hardcore crap somebody dumped in the fruit punch. Another minute goes by, and he doesn’t vanish, simply standing there as he patiently waits for you. 
All of a sudden, tears wet your eyes, throat swelling with powerful, undeniable emotion as the realization hits you. “Jungkook?” 
He shows off that bright, sexy grin of his, tonguing his lip ring. “Yes, angel?” 
Your entire system is overwhelmed with pure rapture, feeling ten times lighter. Your heels clack over the pavement as you break out into a sprint, Jungkook happily holding out his arms for you. His joyful grin only brings more tears to your eyes, immediately hopping into him and feeling him effortlessly catch you. He squeezes the life out of you as sobs escape you, completely drowning in the disbelief that he’s actually here… he’s here.
“Jungkook… Jungkook…” you cry into his neck, attacked by all the familiar things you couldn’t bear missing anymore. His scent, his warmth, his strong body, his cold piercings, his protective hands that hugged you as though he’d been in the same pain as you. 
“Yeah… it’s me, Y/N… it’s me.” Jungkook breathes as he cradles you tightly, stroking your hair, his voice thick with emotion, too. He inhales the fragrance of your hair, feeling his tense body relax before he draws away, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. 
“How… how are you here? How can you be here?” A barrage of questions wreak havoc on you, only sated by Jungkook shushing you. 
“Shh, let’s talk somewhere else, yeah?” He suggests, and you nod vehemently with a sniffle, not wasting the opportunity to tightly embrace him once again as Jungkook walks your entangled bodies down the street.
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Jungkook lets your feet touch the ground after strolling the streets with you, taking his offer to seat yourself just outside a park, where he, too, takes his seat on a bench—his eyes never leave you. 
“You know, I know I call you an angel, but I never thought I’d actually see you looking like one.” He comments as he leans back, crossing his leg over the other with an amused gaze. “A hot one, too.” 
You muster the strength to laugh, sniffling away the last of your ugly tears. You slowly bite your lip, eager eyes flickering all over his unchanged, sinfully hot appearance. His hair wasn’t long anymore, rather cut shorter and styled impeccably, his ears showcasing pretty earrings that dangled deliciously by the sides of his face, maybe even sporting thicker muscles.
“You look different,” you note with a forced smile, skittish next to him. You weren’t sure how to act, too in awe of his current presence to care about your behaviour. 
“You too, angel. Good different.” He returns the compliment, leaving you to pick at your nails, unsure of what to say. 
“Jungkook…” You begin, clearing your clogged up throat. “How… how are you here?” 
Jungkook clicks his tongue, contemplatively tapping the back of the bench he drapes his bulky arms over it. “Well, it’s a long story, but I basically used my good looks and undeniable charm to get my way through.” He flashes you a pearly white smile, causing you to laugh, ignoring the moisture flooding your eyes. 
“I’m serious, Jungkook. How are you here… how can you even talk to me right now?” 
Jungkook weightily sighs, leaning his head back to stare at the star-less sky above. “I was able to make a deal to come see how you were doing, look for signs of Lilith coming out, observe whether your memory loss is still ‘in-tact’.” Jungkook air-quotes, his expression falling. “But really… I just wanted to see you… I needed to.” 
The ache in your chest burns you deeply, grinding your teeth to subdue the pain. “Why?” 
Your whisper is so quiet, Jungkook faces you, his doe eyes just as beautiful as you remembered. “Y/N… I’ve been seeing everything; I knew you were going to let that car hit you.” 
Embarrassed, you clear your throat, breaking eye contact with him. “Everything?” 
“Everything.” He confirms. “I thought you’d eventually heal, that time would treat you right and you’d forget about me. But I couldn’t see you so upset anymore, I had to see you. I convinced the Council and the Big Man upstairs that I was just checking up; that they at least owed me that for the shit they’ve put me through.” 
Your lips threaten to tremble, uselessly picking at the end of your dress to contain your emotions. “What did they do to you, Jungkook?” You tentatively ask, sniffling. “How did they… punish you?” 
Jungkook swallows at that, hardening his expression as he stares elsewhere—his desolate, traumatized eyes are enough to tell you his story. “You don’t want to know.” 
The information shatters you, sobs collecting at the back of your throat, fresh tears staining your cheeks. 
When Jungkook sees you, sympathy overwhelms him. He carefully reaches out his hand, slowly clasping yours in your lap—you jolt at first, but the sensation melts you, tentatively clutching him back. 
“I also came because… I wanted to tell you that I’ve tried everything, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks seriously, softly admiring how your stunning features are like stars creating the gorgeous constellations that is your face. “I had one of my best investigative princes of Hell Hobi look into it. I searched and searched myself… and there’s no way out of this for us, angel. There’s no way for me to stop your eternal punishment.” 
That truth pierces your chest, but it’s already hollow, leaving you to simply nod, simmering with the news. “I had a feeling.” 
Jungkook runs his thumb over the back of your hand, softening his voice. “I’m sorry… angel. I’m so sorry, I promised you.” 
“It’s not your fault.” You shrug him off, wiping away a stray tear. You build up the courage to connect your eyes, plastering a small smile on. “It’s okay.” 
Jungkook slightly smiles, but it’s sad too, releasing your hand to smooth over your hair, affectionately stroking it. He simply looks at you, his eyes communicating millions of things, unable to decipher what he feels. You remain quiet, too, only left to fall deeper into his abyss, no matter how macabre your fate. 
“I’ll never be okay with this.” He says, struggling to maintain his composure. “I’ll never be okay… being away from you… watching you suffer so much that you’d contemplate ending your own life.” 
You lean into his touch, breathing in his scent. “Me neither.” 
Jungkook traces a strand of your hair, skimming down to play with your earring instead, his look full of longing. “I spent everyday in my own personal hell… watching you.” 
You yearn to be closer to him, shuffling slightly, setting your hand over his toying with your jewelry. 
“I couldn’t bear to watch it, I couldn’t… I couldn’t accept it. I knew I’d told you to forget about me, to live as if I never existed, but I also knew you were hurting, and I couldn’t watch you suffer. I sent messages to help you, to help ease your pain—I wanted you to hold onto the hope that you weren’t alone.” 
Taken by his words, you understand them, nodding for him. Jungkook hesitates cupping your jaw, but does it anyway, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. His sorrowful look, his pleading eyes tell you enough; he missed you just as much as you missed him, and the pain he felt was identical. 
Nearly moving to fit into his arms, Jungkook winces, hesitantly retracing. His expression is riddled with contempt, grinding his teeth. “I’m not… I don’t know what to do. I can’t change anything, and I know I have to leave you again, but I can’t… I can’t move on without you.” 
His troubled face floods you with sympathy, his clenched fists and rigid body pushing you to speak. “Then just… don’t, Jungkook.” 
He furrows his brows. “I have to… it’s the only option.” 
“It isn’t,” you whisper, capturing his attention. You feel incredibly vulnerable, but wear your heart on your sleeve, bearing all there is behind your ribcage; a tattered heart and broken soul that still loves him. “Condemn me, Jungkook, and we can see each other… we won’t have to be apart.” 
“Jungkook,” you call him, grasping his hand with both of yours tightly, sending him a reassuring smile. “We’ve already had this argument, but we’re not meant to be apart. Our story, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s still ours. We get to relive our story as much as we want. Even if it means we start over, even if it means suffering the same fate and pain over and over again, none of it overpowers the gift of getting to love each other.” You speak passionately, searching his eyes deeply. 
“We get to fall in love so many times, and getting to love you is the best thing I’ll ever do. So it’s okay, it’s okay if we’re destined to be ripped away from each other, because there is something so powerful about being able to find our way back, to fight for our love and what we have. I don’t care if I’m reborn several times over, I don’t care if we suffer in each lifetime, because it just means our love transcends that—it transcends space and time and even the workings of the universe. It means we’re unbreakable, and if that’s the case then I’ll gladly keep living in an endless loop of punishment, Jungkook, just to fall in love with you.” 
Jungkook’s awestruck, his face etched with shock before he softens with realization, eyes glistening with emotion. “Do you mean that, angel?” 
“Of course I do,” you laugh despite your tears. “You’re worth the cycle of punishment, you’re worth that and so much more; and if I get to spend an eternity proving that to you, loving you, then I wouldn’t want anything else.” 
Jungkook decreases some of the space between you two, his tone grave. “But your life, Y/N. Your home, your family, your friends… you’ll lose it all.” 
“All I need is you, Jungkook.” You assure him, leaning forward so that your foreheads connect, soaking up every ounce of his comforting presence. “Only you, nothing else.” 
Jungkook inhales a deep breath as he absorbs this moment, too, intertwining your fingers together. “I’ll get us time,” he swears. “I promise, I’ll get us time in Hell together before anyone finds out you’re even there.” 
You smile warmly, nibbling your bottom lip. “Don’t worry; I may be wrong in trusting the devil but I trust you, Jungkook. Any day.” 
Jungkook’s grin is utterly gleeful, adoring the way his lip piercing curves along with his mouth. He suddenly holds out his hand, wiggling his littlest finger. “Pinky promise?” 
Giggling with wet eyes, you nod, entwining your pinky with his. “Pinky promise.” 
Jungkook happily seals the vow, sliding his hand over your cheek and minimizing the space between your faces, teasing you with a hot breath. You wait for his kiss, diving in for it. Jungkook touches your lips together for a faint second before skimming past, whispering by your ear. “Close your eyes, angel.” 
And in that moment, you clear your heart and your mind, completely handing over yourself to Jungkook, because nothing would ever mean more to you than he does. Your life was more than college parties, a plain-jane job and the holidays now; your life was Jungkook and the irrevocable bond you shared with him. 
Your story was a symbol of something profound, something so invincible and everlasting, even time and space couldn’t destroy it.
So, fluttering your eyes shut, you clutched Jungkook’s hands for dear life, feeling a warm light envelope you before you felt the gentlest, most delicate peck to your lips by his own. Smiling, you disappeared into oblivion before you could return the kiss.
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Jungkook watches the hum-drum of boring human life in his unnecessarily large throne room, tapping his foot in an agitated rhythm. The sound echoes throughout his dark chamber of sin, his cheek resting in his palm with his legs spread out in his royal seat. 
A knock to his door disrupts his regular flow, annoyingly sighing. “Whoever the hell that is, it better be something good.” 
Upon his words, Jungkook’s shocked to hear his doors open, scoffing at whatever form of gall his visitor dares to possess. Jungkook rises from his seat, turning around to reprimand the low-life, until his expression is caught with immediate surprise, his eyes completely blown out. 
“I think I’m much better than just something good, demon.” 
Jungkook scoffs again, but this time with no malice. He tongues the inside of his cheek, feeling an insurmountable amount of pride and joy flood his chest. An insatiable wave of lust washes upon him seeing the sinful dress and gorgeous face in his doorway, eyes too playful for their own good. 
“Well well well,” He smirks, perching his elbow on his throne, completely, and utterly taken by you. “If it isn’t my one and only angel.” 
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caelesjjk · 3 months
sanguine - jjk- part one
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⟶title: sanguine
⟶au: vampire au, arranged marriage au, royalty au
⟶ pairing: vampire king!jungkook x human queen fem reader
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ genre: romance, kinda slow burn?, smut, angst
⟶wc: 10.5k
⟶warnings: some swearing, mentions of blood, lots of sexual tension, one kiss, a bit angsty, reader is a badass. No smut for this part my fellow horny bitches, but there is certainly smut in the future.
⟶ summary: Marry the vampire king. Save the kingdom.
Your father is the king of a rare human kingdom that has been plagued by famine and sickness. And in a last ditch effort to save the kingdom, he has arranged for you to marry the vampire king to the north. Your hand in marriage in exchange for his help in saving your kingdom.
Everything you swore could never happen between the two of you begins to unfold as you spend more time in the vampire kingdom with its king and his subjects. Can you learn to love this place and it’s beloved ruler?
��� authors note: hi friends. this has been a whirlwind of a fic and this is only part one lol. it’s my baby in a way because I’ve had this idea for so long. I started writing it long before my king decided to actually grace us all with his vampire concept for his folio. that only encouraged me more to get this done.
A few shoutouts need to be made because without these people I don’t think I’d ever finished this. @jeonjcngkook jords, not only did you beta the shit out of this, but you’ve been there for me while I’ve written it and listened to me whine and cry for weeks. u have no idea how much it means. @haliiimede for reading through and convincing me that it wasn’t trash and giving me such lovely feedback. And also a huge thanks to @tea4sykes for reading through and encouraging me the whole way, ur the best Kay. @missgeniality siya, you absolute angel, I literally owe you big time for this amazing banner. and thank you for making me a new one when jungkook dropped all the vampire content lol. It’s so stunning.
(Vows found at vampireweddings.blogspot.com)
Alright enough blabbing, please enjoy! Send me all the feedback!
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For the good of the kingdom.
For the good of mankind.
That was what your family kept telling you…no, they insisted that this was the only way.
Your father’s kingdom had become wrought with sickness, famine, and the people were starving. All of the resources available had been drained, there was nothing left.
And so, in a desperate plea for help, your father went to the vampire kingdom in the north, with whom your kingdom shared a border. And while the vampire king was willing to help, he wanted to make sure that this alliance was official and binding. He asked that you marry him to join your kingdoms, and that way there would be no reason for any type of betrayal.
You hated the idea. You fought it with everything that you had. The vampires disgusted you with their lust for blood and their strange habits. It was the worst thing you thought could happen.
But your father was right, it was the only choice your kingdom had left, and you had a duty to the people.
With that realization, is how you find yourself under this gorgeous oak tree in the middle of the night. The stars and moon and a few scattered candles are the only light to be found in this open field.
“Welcome one and all, witnesses to both His Highness the King and ______, princess of the human kingdom to our South, as they pledge their dedication to walk the night together. From the night we come, to the night we go, Cursed or blessed to walk the moonlight alone.”
The wedding dress that is chosen for you to wear is dark crimson, a bloody reminder of just who exactly is standing before you. With full lace skirts that drag against the ground, it’s light, airy even. It feels incredibly soft against your skin as your finger tips brush against the fabric but none of that matters as you still feel like you’re suffocating. It’s the absolute opposite of the dress you imagined yourself wearing on your wedding day but it is tradition here in the vampire kingdom for the bride to wear red.
“Sometimes another soul walks our path, Then two become one, in love everlasting. Come forward, Children of the Blood, And welcome this couple to your brood, Within each other, these two are found, Bear witness as their souls are bound.”
The hardest part of this is that it needs to be believable, and at the same time, the subjects from both kingdoms wanted you and the king to hate each other. So the wedding had to be done with official vows, ones that made it sound like the two of you were in love. It makes your stomach churn as the priest continues to speak.
“Please bring your left wrists forward towards me.” The priest said with a soft smile. Though it was gentle, his fangs are still visible, sending a shiver down your spine.
He takes out a red sash from his pocket and gently ties it around both of your wrists, Jungkook’s cold skin brushes against yours and makes you jump slightly. Though it’s as cold as stone, it’s also as soft as cashmere.
Finally, you allow yourself to look up at the man standing next to you.
You hate that he is so beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful being you have ever seen. Soft, thick, black hair slightly smoothed back away from his forehead, eyes almost as black as his tresses and lips that were sharp and hued pink.
When he catches you staring for a bit too long, he merely smirks and turns his attention to you.
“Sorry.” The king mouths to you, no sound coming from his mouth. You look back towards the priest quickly. He holds out a golden goblet beneath your bound wrists.
“Stand now as ye will stand forever, Like this crimson cloth your hearts are tethered, This goblet's contents are your symbols of devotion, So take the rings from the Goblet.”
Your hand shakes violently as you reach into the cup to retrieve the silver band that is to be placed on Jungkook’s right finger. You swallow thickly as you toy with the silver band in between your fingers, your pulse quickening because you know that not only can Jungkook hear the beating sounds of your heart, but all the other vampires present as well. Jungkook does the same with your wedding ring but with more confidence in his motions.
The ring he holds for you is a silver band as well, but it also contains a dark shaded ruby, cut into the shape of a blood drop or possibly a tear in the case of this marriage. But even then, it was stunning.
“______, please repeat these vows after me:
I will stand by your side, hunt at your back, and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.”
These vows had been written hundreds of years ago, meant for two vampires binding themselves together…not a vampire king and someone like you who is so very human. But you say them anyway, your heart still hammering in your chest as you turn your body towards the king and take his hand into yours, noticing just how soft his hands are before you slip the ring onto his awaiting finger.
“I will stand by your side, hunt at your back…” You pause when your voice shakes for a moment, “and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.”
You place the ring onto his finger and release the breath you have been holding the entire time. Jungkook smiles and takes your hand into his.
“King Jungkook, please repeat the vows to your bride.”
Jungkook waits a moment for you to look up at him, his eyes hold yours and his thumb rubs gently over the back of your hand. You wish you could pull it away…even more, you wish you wanted to pull it away.
“I will stand by your side, hunt at your back, and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.” His voice is alluring and even, as if he isn’t nervous about this at all. He slides the ring down your finger and lets it sit perfectly against your warm skin.
The priest hands the goblet to one of his assistants and turns back to the two of you after you’ve both finished.
“Above you are the stars, below you are the stones. As time passes, remember, like the star should your love burn brightly, like the stone should your love be firm. Be close, yet not so close that you restrict one another. Possess one another, yet grant each other the freedom to grow. Be understanding and compassionate, and have patience with each other, for storms may come, but they will quickly pass. Be free in giving affection and warmth. Fear not, lest the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease.” He clasps his hands over your joined ones before he finishes the last part of the ceremony.
“As both your arms and the cloth form the symbol of eternity, may your love endure through this life and all others. As the Gods and the old ones are witness, with those of us present now, I proclaim them Husband and Wife, and thus are they bonded in Blood. The Two are now one. I present to you the Blood King Jungkook and Queen ______ forever bound, eternally free! You are husband and wife for all eternity. You may now kiss each other to seal your eternal bond of love.” The priest opens his arms and presents the two of you to the guests.
A kiss…was it necessary? Would they believe you if you didn’t kiss him? Would he be able to resist biting you? Would he taste of blood on his lips? So many thoughts plagued your mind in the moments before he cupped your cheek and tilts your face towards his.
“It’s just a kiss.” Jungkook whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion at his gentle touch.
“One kiss.” You step forward and wrap the arm holding your bouquet behind his back as he leans down to mold his lips against yours.
You weren’t expecting the softness of them, assuming that their appearance would be deceiving. His cool hand on your cheek brings you just the slightest bit closer as your lips brush over his once…twice…three times before your brain catches up with you and you remember who you are kissing.
There are whispers amongst the wedding guests who watch the scene unfold in front of them. Some with disgust. Some with curiosity. However even with the divided opinions in the crowd, they all share the same opinionated attitude. You try to ignore them as best you can.
Your lips separate from his a little too quickly and your hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth and the gasp that escapes you. Jungkook smiles, a flash of fangs when his lips pull back, and gently touches the veil hanging from your head and cascading over your shoulders. He takes your free hand in his and turns you both towards the guests, who clap but don’t seem to be pleased.
“And now the crowns.” The priest turns back to his assistants and picks up the crown that belongs to Jungkook first. The king bends slightly at the waist and the crown is placed gently atop his head.
The crown looks too perfect on him, black and silver metal twisted into spikes with small red gems at the base. It’s as if he has always worn one, perfectly designed with Jungkook in mind. And maybe he has, you don’t know how long he’s been the king after all.
You hadn’t actually seen your crown until this moment. The priest picks it up from a black silk pillow and presents it to you to observe. Like Jungkooks, it too is also made from black and silver metal twisted into even more dramatic spikes. Large, jagged diamonds and rubies cover it in its entirety. It looks ridiculously heavy, and when the priest places it on your head, you find your assumption to be correct. Heavy and cold.
From somewhere nearby, horns and trumpets start to play, signaling the end of the ceremony. Jungkook takes your hand again, and the two of you make your way back down the makeshift aisle your father had nervously walked you down less than an hour ago, and already things feel so different.
You’re quickly whisked away by carriage. The space inside doesn’t feel big enough, you can’t get far enough away from him, but he simply stays on his side of the bench seat and doesn’t move towards you on the ride back to the castle.
Once you’ve arrived, you’re met at the doors by Jungkook's advisor, Namjoon, who you had met a few times beforehand during meetings with Jungkook and your father. He has a kind face, gentle like he could do no harm, but that did not change the fact that he is a still a vampire. Standing next to him is the Captain of the vampire kingdom's army, Yoongi. You had also met him previously, but he doesn’t speak much unless it’s to Jungkook regarding the royal army.
“Did everything go accordingly?” Namjoon asks as the two of you ascend the stairs to the castle.
“It was my wedding, Namjoon, not a transaction.” Jungkook moved to the side and motioned with his hand for you to walk ahead of him through the doors.
“Is that not exactly what this is?” You hear Namjoon say just before you’re inside, Jungkook sighing as he follows.
“He’s right.” You grumble.
“Beg your pardon?” Jungkook says from beside you, his hands clasped behind his back as the two of you walk towards the great hall where the celebration and dinner is being held.
“It wasn’t a real wedding. It’s part of a bargain.” You stop to face him and he does the same, looking at you bewildered.
“Perhaps the circumstances aren’t ideal, but the wedding was real, my queen.” He bows to you, and you’re sure the scowl on your face is as deep as they come.
“Let’s get this night over with.” You grab the skirt of your dress in your fists and begin stomping off towards the great hall. You can hear Jungkook laugh quietly, but you choose to ignore him.
You’re forced to mingle, your hand wrapped through Jungkook's arm as the two of you make rounds through the room. You absolutely despise the whole experience. But soon enough, you’re thankfully seated at the head table and wine is poured into your cup.
You notice that yours and your parents' place settings are the only ones with plates. But of course they would be, no one else in this damned kingdom eats food.
Downing the first glass of wine in one gulp, you signal for an attendant to bring you another one. You can feel Jungkook's eyes on you as you down one glass after another, unable to bring yourself to care about what he could possibly be thinking.
“Do you want any?” You finally ask him after your third glass. A very unladylike hiccup following.
“I think you know the answer to that question already, my queen.” He smiles softly but his jaw is tight with annoyance.
“I’m not your queen.” You say a little too loudly. Some of the guests begin turning their attention to you.
“You have every right to be angry, _____.” Jungkook tries to say under his breath, but you scoff loudly, reaching for the bottle of wine and rudely snatching it from the attendant.
“Angry? That does not even begin to cover it. I am outraged.” You take a swig from the bottle and laugh bitterly. “I am disgusted…and I am not your queen. You and your people are just…fucking vile.” You look up from the bottle of wine to see a look of horror on your father’s face from where he sits at the next table. You know you’ve said too much. You’ve been cruel. “Jungkook…” You start to correct yourself but he cuts you off by standing up from his chair with so much force that it flies back against the wall, causing the guests to look up and stare.
“One thing you are not going to do is insult my people. You can say all the terrible things you want about me, but not them. Not when they’ve given up so much so that your people can live.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you to your feet. “Let’s go.”
“Let go of me.” You try to pull your wrist away, but it’s no use against his inhuman strength. “Release me this instant!” Jungkook continues to pull you towards the door, your legs wobbly from wine and the heels on your feet.
“The evening is over. You need to sleep it off.” He pushes open the door and drags you into the dimly lit hallway.
“I am not sleeping with you!” Even though it’s futile, you scratch and pull at the sleeve of his embroidered jacket.
“As if I’d expect that of you.” Jungkook scoffs and swings you around to face him. He maneuvers your body until you’re pressed against the wall with your arms above your head, one of his hands pinning your wrists there.
“Let go!” You try to kick at him but he dodges every time.
“Whether you like it or not, my queen, this is your home now and these are your people. I have and will continue to do what’s best for everyone involved, including you.” His eyes are almost pitch black, a deep red threatening to spill into the iris’ as he speaks through his clenched teeth.
You must stop forgetting that Jungkook is a monster.
“You know nothing of what’s best for me.” You begin moving to spit in his face, but he knows what you are about to do before you have even finished the thought. His free hand comes up to cover your mouth, leaving you to glare at him without being able to talk.
“Listen carefully, my queen.” The grip on your wrists tightens slightly. “You are not the only one making sacrifices around here. So when you decide you want to act like royalty and not some drunken heathen, by all means come to me.” You jerk around in his hold, you just want him to get the hell away from you. He seems to understand your request as he slowly takes his hand away from your mouth.
“I fear you’ll be waiting a very long time, your highness. Possibly until my death, but I’m sure you’ll find that day ever so joyous.” You use your body weight to push at him once more and he finally releases you, but stays in close vicinity.
“Don’t assume you know anything about what I find joyous.” Jungkook looks over his shoulder towards the guards who are standing near the doorway to the hall. “Escort her majesty to her chambers, she’s not to leave them for the night.” Jungkook straightens his shirt and jacket, and begins making his way back towards the dinner hall.
“You can’t just lock me away! Do you hear me?” One of the guards motions for you to walk towards the opposite hallway.
“No more talking tonight. Go to sleep.” Jungkook says over his shoulder before he disappears into the dinner hall. You scoff loudly, taking off walking as fast as your drunken legs will allow you to go.
“Stupid, ignorant, pig headed blood sucker.” You grumble under your breath as you continue down the hallway. The dim lighting from the candles doesn’t allow you to see much, but you can see there is art on the walls that you would rather enjoy if you were not so pissed off. And if they did not belong to the most ridiculous man you had ever met.
The guards lead you to a winding staircase where you quickly find out that in your drunken state you are unable to climb them unassisted. At the top of the first set of stairs they split, one set going left and the other going right. The guards gesture for you to head to the left.
“And where does the right go?” You ask with a hiccup.
“To the king's chambers.” One of them replies. Jungkook had not been lying, he really had prepared your very own chambers. You reach the doors to your bedroom soon after.
One of the guards opens the door for you to enter the room. You cross your arms over your chest and practically stomp inside, turning around to face them.
“Your king is sadly mistaken if he thinks he can lock me up for the rest of my life. I’d rather die.” You aren’t sure what you expect them to say, but they merely bow before shutting the door.
As soon as it clicks shut, you grab the skirt of your dress into your hands and begin ripping the fabric apart, tossing the pieces around the room.
“Stupid, ridiculous, hideous dress.” You screech, grabbing the sleeves at the shoulders and ripping them apart too. You bend down to grab the heels off your feet, stumbling around before yanking them off and chucking them as far away from you as possible.
Your chest heaves with short breaths as you feel yourself burning with rage. Reaching up into your hair, you hastily pull out as many of the pins holding it into place as you can. You start to walk towards the wardrobe when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the far wall. You look like a forest witch. And not the good kind.
Changing your mind about finding other clothes, you begin to notice that there isn’t much in your room. A few vases with fresh flowers and a bed with soft, silky white sheets. There’s a white fur rug at the foot of it and a very large trunk atop that. There’s also a small fireplace in the corner with a few small logs in a basket nearby. The room was otherwise quite empty.
Looking through another set of double doors, you find the washroom. There’s a claw foot tub in one corner with several shelves of soaps and oils on the wall behind it.
As badly as you want to bathe, you need to find ways to protect yourself. Weapons. You need to learn the layout of the castle so that you know where all the exits are at all times. And you also need to find some food. Food in a castle full of creatures who don’t eat it. You sigh loudly, almost tripping over some pieces of your skirt on the marble floor.
Looking down at what's left of your wedding dress on your body is almost laughable. It’s mostly just the bodice and a few pieces covering your lower region in a tattered disarray. You cannot bring yourself to care, this dress was a mistake. It was all a mistake.
You walk out onto the balcony and see a ledge that looks just big enough for you to make your way over to the next room. Wasting no time, you swing your leg over the side, feeling a bit dizzy and suddenly remembering that you’re still quite drunk. But there is no time to sober up now, you have missions to complete.
Still barefoot, you balance onto the ledge and carefully side step your way along the stone. It's only about ten feet from your balcony to the next one.
You get a little too ahead of yourself and almost slip just once, but manage to climb over the railing of the next balcony successfully. You slink over to the window and peer inside, seeing what appears to be an empty guest room. Trying the handle for the doors, you’re overly pleased to find that they are unlocked.
Once inside, you press yourself against the wall and move towards the bedroom door. You pray that once you open it, there will be no vampire guards waiting for you. You have yet to secure a weapon and this might be your only chance to do so when so many of the castle's occupants are still at your wedding reception.
Slowly, you open the door, poking your head outside to see the guards are still occupied with watching over your bedroom door. You silently thank the gods, tip toeing into the hall, you're able to make a mad dash as soon as you’ve rounded the corner and gotten out of the guards sight.
You run until you find the winding staircase that you had come upstairs on. Its familiar shape lets you know that you’re going the right way. Eyes darting from side to side, you descend the stairs, making sure there are no vampires lurking about in the halls.
With absolutely no idea where you are going, you take the hallway to the left, and to your surprise, you smell food. The scent gets stronger and more distinct the further you travel down the hallway. You notice a swinging door, the sounds of clanging pans and a soft voice coming from inside. You brave a peek inside the small round window on the door, the person inside has their back to you for a moment, but when they turn around to face you, you almost cry.
You shove open the swinging door with all your might, jumping onto a very unsuspecting Hoseok, who screams bloody murder at the sight of you. He almost falls backwards, but catches himself on the corner of the counter.
“Get off of me, witch!” Hoseok yells, reaching for a frying pan in hopes to knock out the creature currently hugging his torso.
“Oh, Hoseok, I’m so happy to see you.” You cry into his chef's coat.
“______? Is that really you?” He grabs your shoulders and moves you back to get a look at you. “My god, it really is you. What the hell happened to you?” He picks up a piece of your dress from the floor that must've fallen off in your rush to get to him.
“How are you here? Why?” You sniffle, tears streaming down your face.
“The king asked me to come stay here and be your chef…since you know, they don’t eat food and you do.” Hoseok pats the top of your head affectionately.
Hoseok is your closest friend. You had grown up together back in your father’s kingdom. His mother had been a long time servant of your parents, the most loyal that you could ask for. Hoseok had inherited that particular trait from her. He began cooking as you got older and soon became one of the best chefs in your kingdom. You were very surprised when you heard your father was so willing to let him go.
“My father let you come? Who will make him those banana pancakes he loves so much?” You laugh, wiping your face so you can get a better look at him, making sure that he’s really here in front of you.
“No, not your father, I meant King Jungkook. He apparently gave your father a rather large sum to make sure that I came here to cook for you.” Hoseok shrugs his shoulders and smiles widely.
“Why would he do that?” You hiss.
“I don’t know, _____. Maybe he just wanted you to be comfortable here.” Hoseok gives you another small hug, then moves around you to continue what he was working on before.
“I find that hard to believe.” You scoff.
“Do you want to explain why the hell you look like a swamp witch?” Hoseok is packaging some food and placing it into the cold room that was filled with ice.
“I…may have gotten drunk at the reception…and got sent to my rooms like a child. And I may have thrown a fit of rage about it.” You plop yourself down on a wooden stool in the corner of the kitchen. You learned a long time ago not to get in his way when he was working.
“You? Throw a fit? Could not imagine such a thing.” He laughs before closing the door to the cold room. “So you haven’t eaten?”
“No. I’m starving Hoseok, please make me food.” You whine to your friend and he rolls his eyes in response.
“You’re lucky I don’t beat you with this plate of food. I made this damn dinner for the reception and they brought your plate back to me untouched? You’re on thin ice my friend.” Hoseok pulls a plate of food from the oven that he had been keeping warm there and sits it in front of you.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You don’t bother waiting for him to hand you any utensils as you grab the food with your hands, dismissing the fact that it’s too hot to be eating. You’re too hungry to care.
“One day in the vampire kingdom and you’ve already lost your mind.” Hoseok places a fork beside your plate, but still, you ignore it.
“Do you have knives in here?” Your face lights up, looking around the kitchen.
“I’m a little hesitant to give you any sharp objects right now _____.” Hoseok looks at you with concern reaching his face.
“It’s for protection, Hobi. We’re the only two humans for miles, aren’t you a bit concerned about that?” Your mouth is half full of food as you speak and Hoseok looks disgusted as you stand up and start rifling through his kitchen.
“Of course it’s a little…unsettling. But the king isn’t going to let anything happen to us. Especially you.” Hobi walks behind you, picking things up as you make a mess. You scoff at the last part.
“He cares about me as much as I care about him, which is not at all.” You finally find the drawer that holds the kitchen knives. “Finally! Why didn’t you tell me where they were?”
“Because I think you’re slightly insane.” He puts his hands up in front of him in surrender when you turn around to face him, knife in hand.
“I’m not insane. I’m being…prepared.” You close the drawer and move back towards the kitchen door, peaking out into the hallway through the circular window. You don’t see any movement.
You aren’t sure where to keep this knife if you finally managed to get your hands on, looking around the kitchen for something to use.
“Here, just use this.” Hoseok sighs, handing you a long leather string. “Wrap it around your thigh, that's what all the female warriors do.”
Looking at Hobi inquisitively, wondering how he could possibly know that bot of information, you take the string from his hand and wrap it around your thigh until you can tie it. You’re able to secure the knife between the leather well enough for now.
“Do you even know how to kill a vampire, ____? Is a knife even going to work?” Hoseok crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you.
“Father told me once that you have to remove their heads.” You don’t look at him, just continue looking into the hallway.
“And a kitchen knife is going to remove a vampire's head!? I’m going to pretend you didn’t get that from me if anyone asks.” Hoseok motions towards your knife with his head before he goes back to cleaning up the mess you had left in your wake.
“I’m going to go look around some more. I’ll come find you later.” You look at him now, as he picks things up off the floor.
“Please don’t.” He teases, crossing the small kitchen to stand in front of you. “Be careful roaming around this castle.”
“I’ll be fine, Hobi.” You wrap an arm around him and he does the same to you, giving each other a much needed hug. He kisses the top of your head before he lets you go.
“Go on then, Blood Queen. I’ll bring you your breakfast in the morning.” He shoos you away.
“Do not call me that.” You glare at your friend. “Eggs and lots of coffee?”
“As you wish.” He rolls his eyes again and you can’t help but smile.
Pushing open the swinging door, you carefully step out into the hallway, keeping your back pressed to the wall as you follow it through the castle.
There isn’t much to see. Some extra bedrooms, one room that looked like a study and one door that had led to a small patio. You mentally mapped that door in your head and hoped you could remember it well enough to write down when you got back to your rooms.
As you approached the end of the hallway you began to hear voices. You knew you should turn around but your curiosity was too much to battle with. So instead, you made your way to the double doors that had been left slightly ajar.
Inside, the room was full of vampires seated at a very long table. Jungkook is sitting at the head of it, his fingers adorned by silver rings, stroking his chin with worry. You aren’t sure how you know that he’s worried, but you just know. Namjoon paces the floor behind him, babbling to no one in particular it seemed. Yoongi, who is sitting to his right, still appears to be his quiet and stoic self. Not much different to how you saw him for the first time.
There are several others present around the table that you do not recognize. But the real question is why are they here instead of attending the wedding reception?
“Is this a threat we need to be prepared for sooner rather than later?” You finally hear Yoongi say, his voice deep and rumbly.
“We knew taking on the human kingdom was going to cause issues with Taehyung. Because not only did you agree to help them, you married the fucking princess.” Namjoon says, distaste thick in his voice.
“They required protection. This was how we gave them that.” Jungkook doesn’t bother looking up, he merely sits back in his chair and crosses his legs.
“At what cost? Why are we paying for their ignorance?” Namjoon continues to pace the floor behind Jungkook's chair.
It surprises you how Jungkook continues to defend your kingdom when he clearly did not have much reason to. It isn’t as if you had married him on happy terms. The only thing he is really getting out of this arrangement is land, and it isn’t like there is much of it to give in the first place. You’ve been so angry that you really had never taken the time to consider that.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Jungkook says, abruptly standing up from his chair.
You feel panic rise up as you notice that he’s heading towards the door that you’re still standing in front of. You look around the hall frantically, seeing a large statue in the corner to your left.
You dash towards it, trying to keep the sound of your bare feet padding across the marble floor as quiet as possible. You hear the door creak open all the way as you fling yourself behind the statue, flopping against the ground with a thud.
“Shit. Shit that hurts.” You whisper, trying to right yourself into a sitting position.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the mouth of a sailor?” Jungkook is suddenly standing above you, making you jump with fright, banging your head against the statue that had apparently done nothing to hide you from him.
“Has anyone ever told you that it’s rude to just appear out of nowhere like a damn ghost?” You rub the back of your head and manage to get to your feet to stand in front of him. Jungkook scoffs, trying to hold back a laugh.
“What in the world have you done to your dress?” He asks, reaching towards your torn up skirt. Before he can touch them you slap his hand away, making your hand sting at the contact.
“I had a moment. Not that it’s any of your business.” You attempt to smooth out what’s left of the skirts at your waist.
“You look like a swamp witch.” Jungkook can’t help the smile that graces his face and you want to slap it away for being so beautiful.
“I do not!” You shove past him, stomping back down the hallway where you had come from.
“Would you please stop for a moment?” Jungkook calls after you.
“I will not.” You refuse to give him any further satisfaction. He does not seem to take the hint, his footsteps following after you.
You’ve had enough of him for one night. You reach into the band you had made and wrapped around your thigh to hold onto the kitchen knife you had gotten from the kitchen, spinning around and pointing the sharp end of the blade right at Jungkook’s throat, making him stop in his tracks in front of you.
“Where did you get a knife?” Jungkook dares to ask, an eyebrow raised in question.
“That is also none of your business.” You move the knife so close to his throat that the slightest movement could make you cut him.
“Were you keeping that knife strapped to your thigh?” Jungkook's voice lowers as he slowly raises his hands in surrender. You choose not to answer him, only stiffening your stance. “Incredibly violent…” Jungkook smiles and his fangs extend slightly, making you feel bewildered at his reaction.
“Why are you smiling?” You poke the tip of the knife against his skin.
“Because I like that you’re beautifully murderous.” Jungkook is suddenly out of your sight, making you whirl around to find him, only to be pressed roughly against the wall, the hand holding the knife anchored above your head.
“Get off of me!” You move to knee him in the groin but he’s too fast. Inhumanly fast.
“I want you to be a part of this, you know. I want you to help us help your people.” His grip tightens slightly the more you move around.
“Why?” You seethe.
“Because you’re the queen. My partner in this life. Why is that so hard for you to understand?” The look on his face is so sincere that it makes you halt your movements.
“Jungkook…this is not a real marriage. Why are you so convinced that it is?” With one last push, he releases you and takes a step back.
“I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to make you see that it is.” Jungkook tells you with a quiet sigh. “But for the time being, please just come inside and listen to what we’re speaking about. You should be a part of it too.”
You feel the tiniest sliver of hatred melt away from your heart. It makes your chest feel lighter, like you can breathe a little easier. You don’t understand it. You don’t understand him. But you can’t deny that you want to know what’s going on in that meeting room.
“Fine. Let’s go.” You rip your eyes away from his face before it becomes too noticeable that you were looking at him at all.
“Do you perhaps want to change first?” Jungkook asks. “The dress has become rather revealing.”
You glare at him before propping your foot up against the wall, exposing your bare leg to him. You slide the kitchen knife back into the homemade holster on your thigh, adjusting it slightly and letting your foot slip back to the ground as you keep direct eye contact with the vampire king.
“No. I think I’ll attend the meeting just as I am.” You can’t help but smirk a little, pointing your nose to the ceiling before making your way into the meeting room. Jungkook laughs quietly in disbelief, but follows you inside.
All the eyes in the room are suddenly on you. One of the men sitting at the table visibly chokes on air as he watches you walk into the room and takes in your appearance.
“I suggest you get yourself together, Seokjin.” Jungkook walks ahead of you to pull out the chair to the left of his for you.
“Apologies, your highness.” The man named Seokjin splutters slightly, then straightens in his chair.
“Were you attacked, my lady?” Yoongi says, his voice low but still holding a bit of concern.
“No…I was…it's nothing. Don’t let my clothing distract you from the discussion.” You move around the table, choosing to ignore the chair Jungkook has pulled out for you, but instead decide to move to his chair at the head of the table and sit down there. “Shall we?” You ask, a smug look on your face.
“Incredible.” You hear Jungkook mumble under his breath, only meaning for you to hear it, but obviously all the other vampire ears in the room do as well, making everyone shift uncomfortably in their seats.
“Does the queen need to be present?” Namjoon remarks from the seat next to Yoongi.
“Yes, she does. And I won’t hear another thing about it.” Jungkook makes his point clear and moves to sit in the chair he had originally pulled out for you.
“Fine then. We need to start preparing for a war with Taehyung. And we also need to consider that in order to avoid it, we should give up the human kingdom. We don’t need it.” Namjoon is very monotone as he speaks about giving up your kingdom to an apparent enemy.
“Absolutely not.” You say without thought.
“No disrespect, your highness, but I was speaking to the king.” Namjoon dismisses you and you can feel anger start to bubble beneath your skin.
“You say that you mean no disrespect, but you’re sitting there suggesting that we turn over my kingdom, full of innocent people, to your enemy.” You lean forward in your seat, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you look at the king's advisor.
“I’m not sure you understand the ramifications of going to war with Taehyung, your majesty. He is not to be underestimated.” Namjoon leans forward as well, meeting your gaze with a challenge in his eyes.
“Perhaps someone could explain to me who Taehyung is, and how he has become such a threat to the most powerful kingdom in this realm?” You don’t let your gaze fall from Namjoon’s, challenging him right back.
“If you two are finished with your vicious little disagreement you’ve got going, I would be honored to get the queen up to speed on the situation.” Seokjin says from a few chairs down. His voice makes you look away from Namjoon with a scowl on your face.
“Please. Tell me what you know.” You give Seokjin your attention, ignoring the mumbled curses Namjoon says under his breath.
“Taehyung is the king of the werewolf kingdom to our west, your highness. And I…well I know more than most about werewolves as I myself am one of them.” Seokjin looks up at you then, a golden glow flashing across his eyes when they meet yours.
“I’m confused. If you’re one of them, what are you doing here?” Your curiosity is peaked at this very unexpected bit of information.
“Well you see, my lady, I owe my life to your king. Many, many years ago he had mercy on me and I have pledged my loyalty to him until my dying day.” A smile plays at the corner of Seokjin’s mouth as he looks from you to Jungkook, who also shares the same smile of fondness on his face.
“He saved your life?” You ask, enthralled by this story. A vampire saving the life of a werewolf is unheard of, the two of them becoming friends is even more unheard of.
“He did. And now he has me at his side, even if he wishes I wasn’t at times.” He laughs a little and Jungkook’s smile grows wider.
“You’re too humble sometimes, hyung.” Jungkook says, sharing one last fond smile with Seokjin before he looks back at you. “Seokjin is vital to the way this kingdom is able to live and operate on a daily basis. Don’t let him talk lowly of himself.”
You wish their story wasn’t so endearing. That you didn’t feel a pang of something in your heart for the fondness they share for each other. But no matter how hard you try to bite back your smile, it betrays you, pulling your lips up slightly.
“I am happy to meet you, Seokjin.” You say, sharing one more look with him before the moment is interrupted.
“Could we get back to the point?” Namjoon says, obviously annoyed by the friendly conversation. Why was he so frumpy?
“Of course. My apologies.” Seokjin sits back in his chair with a small bow of his head.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sour puss?” You say to Namjoon, almost causing Yoongi to choke on a laugh.
“My lady, this is not a joke. If you’re insistent on being involved, I beg you to take this seriously.” If Namjoon could blush, you suppose he would be at this point.
“I’m listening.” You roll your eyes a bit and turn to Jungkook, who is watching you with a smirk on his face.
“Taehyung isn’t happy about this…union. He believes your land should be his and we are almost positive he isn’t going to sit back and let it go.” Yoongi takes the initiative to explain this time.
“And for now, as I’ve said before, we double the guard at the border but we don’t engage. I’m not starting a war without reason.” Jungkook speaks now, everybody forwarding their attention to him. “And perhaps we need to set up a meeting with Taehyung.”
“A meeting? What do you hope to come of that, your majesty?” Namjoon looks with disbelief on his face.
“I’m avoiding a war at all costs. I won’t bring unnecessary danger to either of the kingdoms.” Jungkook stands up. “And this discussion is over for now. I’m sure the queen would like to sleep.” You nod, quickly being able to tell that Jungkook is done talking for tonight.
You stand from the table, bowing to the others who stand at the same time as you do to bow deeper in your direction. Jungkook motions for you to walk ahead of him with his hand as you take one last look over your shoulder at the men sitting at the table. More monsters than men…but it was easy to forget such a thing.
“I’m glad you joined us.” Jungkook's voice startles you from your thinking.
“Yes well…I won’t let anything happen to my people. We can’t just throw them to the wolves.” You hope he detects the seriousness in your voice.
“I hope that you can see that isn’t my intention. It never was.” Jungkook walks next to you, his arms crossed behind his back.
“As long as that is clear.” You reach the bottom of the stairs that lead up to your separate bed chambers, stopping on the bottom step and turn to look at Jungkook.
“Loud and clear, my queen.” Jungkook steps up closer and you almost trip over the step trying to create space. “Where is the knife now?”
“It will be in your chest if you do not step away from me.” You growl through your teeth, making Jungkook grin wickedly, fangs appearing under his lip.
“Beautiful and violent. Where have you been all my life, darling?” Jungkook steps up onto the stairs, making you stumble up a few more to get distance.
“You’re some kind of masochist, aren’t you?” You put your hand down onto the handle of the knife. Jungkook throws his head back in laughter. The sound is…certainly not what you expected. He seems so human as he laughs and tries to compose himself.
“Would you like to find out?” He takes one more step up towards you and you’ve had enough.
You lift your bare foot from the wooden stair and press it into the middle of his chest as he stands two steps down from you. You watch Jungkook's eyes as they take in what is happening, roaming over the exposed skin of your legs and thigh.
“Stop flirting with me.” You push slightly against his chest with your foot. “It’s very annoying.”
“Your heart is beating so quick, I’m not sure that you mean that.” Jungkook says in a low tone. The sound of his deep voice tries to pry its way between your thighs, but you won’t let it. “I think you rather like it, actually.”
“You’re not amusing, your highness.” You try to remain unfazed.
“You can’t lie to me. I can hear the blood rushing through your veins…and your breath struggling to even out.” Jungkook tries to take a step up but you push him back down with your foot.
“You’re delusional. Whatever you are hearing is simply because I am fending off a vampire, not because I find that vampire to be maddeningly beautiful.” You wish you had said that differently…surely he will know you’re lying now.
“Why do you fight it?” He questions.
“Fight what?”
“The attraction between us.”
“Because there isn’t any. None. It is nonexistent.” You shove your foot into his chest once more but he doesn’t budge of course.
“Liar.” Jungkook says quietly, you can feel his breath on the skin of your leg. His cool fingers come up to ghost over the skin of your ankle, allowing goosebumps to find home on your skin as your body betrays you even more. “Shall we test your theory?” Fingers continue their featherlight touch up your calf.
“You’re…it’s not affecting me at all.” Your voice shakes slightly as you fight to keep your eyes open.
“More lies, my queen.” When his fingers get to the inside of your thigh, your brain suddenly remembers what’s happening. You kick him in the chest with more force and Jungkook stumbles slightly, giving you a chance to jog up a few more stairs before you speak to him again.
“No more of your unrequited flirting. And especially touching. None of that.” You yell down to him, wishing you could smack the grin on his face.
“As you wish.” He bows to you.
“Goodnight, your highness.” You pull the knife out of your holster and point it towards him as you back your way up the rest of the stairs, making Jungkook laugh out loud again. You don’t look back this time as you dash your way down the hall to your bed chambers where the two guards are still standing. “I’ll be going to bed now.” You huff past them and into the room as quickly as possible.
You press your back against the cool wood of the door, trying to catch the breath you had not realized were holding . He was absolutely infuriating. Ridiculous. Egotistical. And yet… soft and endearing at times. Like when he was speaking to or about Seokjin. It is something you never expected to see.
Looking down at your hand, you see the wedding ring he had given you just a few short hours ago. Shaped like a drop of blood and every bit the color of it. You had forgotten all about it and now you aren’t sure you wanted to take it off. You and this ring have been through a lot already.
Finally, you bring yourself to move towards one of the tall armoires on the other side of the room. Perhaps it’s time to finally change out of your tattered wedding dress.
You look through some drawers until you finally find some silky night shorts and matching camisole. It seems revealing for pajamas, but you also don’t have the energy to keep digging for something else.
With a sigh, you head into the bathroom and make a beeline for that glorious claw foot tub in the corner of the room. You look around and notice the gold crusted faucets at one end of the tub.
Running water. The vampire kingdom had running water for baths. This was not a luxury that you had back in your human kingdom.
“Something decent has come from this.” You mumble to yourself as you turn on the faucets and watch the crystal clear water start to fill the basin of the tub. You grab one of the first glass bottles of soap that you can reach, breathing in its scent and finding it to be lavender. A scent you missed about the gardens in your father’s kingdom. You pour a plentiful amount into the stream of water and watch the bubbles begin to form and you can’t help but smile.
Stripping out of what’s left of your wedding dress, you toss it away and carefully step into the tub. The water is so warm already, instantly loosening your tired muscles and cleanssng your dirty skin. It felt like heaven.
Once the tub has filled you turn off the faucets and sink down into it. You let your head dip beneath the bubbles, letting it washclean your hair and , making it easier to pull the rest of the pins out of it.
It’s quiet in this washroom. Almost too quiet. So you decide not to dawdledauddle for too long, getting yourself cleaned up and grabbing a robe from one of the hanging hooks on the wall.
Making your way back into your bed chambers, you dress into the pajamas you had found earlier and climb into the bed. You feel alone all at once. Too alone with your thoughts.
How would your life play out now that you’re here? Married. To the king of vampires. Jungkook. The blood king.
You want to know more. Need to know more about him and this place.
In order for you to do that, you have to change your sleeping schedule. You need to be awake at night when everyone else is awake.
It took some time for you to get used to but after a couple of weeks you are able to get up and join the vampires during their meetings regarding Taehyung.
You are also able to explore the castle and its grounds more thoroughly. Finding it full of vast libraries and art from different centuries…different worlds it seemed.
Most recently though, you had discovered the gardens. Gardens that had been somewhat neglected by visitors if you were being honest. They were clean and well kept, but they were mostly empty. Not many flowers and things to fill all the spaces in between the manicured bushes and small trees. You wondered if it was because no one could come out during the day to care for them. And the more you thought about it, the sillier it seemed.
You love walking around outside nonetheless. Sitting on the stone benches and watching the fountains. But your urge to do more is constantly bouncing around in your mind.
Tonight, you find yourself changing into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. You had decided you were going to start digging around in the gardens, whether it is something a queen should do or not, you didn’t care. It would busy your mind and give you something productive to do.
“Where are you off to?” Hoseok calls behind you as you make your way to the back doors.
“To the gardens. I think I’m going to start digging around. Maybe plant some new things.” You turn to see the bright smile on his face. One of the few bright things here.
“There are groundskeepers for that, you know?” Hoseok teases as he approaches you, taking in your very unqueenly outfit.
“I am aware, Hobi. But I’m bored and I need to find something to occupy my time.” You wave him off with a sigh.
“Do you know where the gardening equipment is?” Hoseok asks, hands moving to his hips as he looks at you expectantly.
“Well…no. But I assume that you do?”
“Perhaps. What’s in it for me?” He continues to tease.
“I’m the queen, you have to tell me if I ask.” Your arms cross over your chest.
“Oh now you want to be the queen? Only when it benefits you, I see.”
“Come on, Hoseok, pleeeeease?” You’re growing tired of his antics.
“Let me use your bathtub twice a week, and I’ll tell you where it is.” He puts his hand out for you to shake.
“As if I would deny you that bathtub.” You laugh a little and shake his hand. “Come on then, to the gardening tools.” You jump onto his back as he turns around to lead the way, making him carry you.
“I don’t remember carrying your spoiled ass around being in my new job description.” Hobi laughs, adjusting you on his back so he can walk with more balance.
“It’s in your best friend job description, check your paperwork.” You place your chin on his shoulder and squeeze your legs tighter around his middle.
“Ridiculous.” He laughs louder, making his way towards the back doors to show you where to find the gardening tools.
Hoseok takes you to a small building outside the castle, inside of which are plenty of gardening tools for you to get started with your plans. He doesn’t stick around though, making his way back to the castle to finally get some sleep. Hobi is having a harder time adjusting to the new sleep schedule than you had.
With your arms full of shovels, rakes, and other tools you may or may not need, you find an area near the fountains that you plan to start with. The dirt in this area seems a bit dry and sad looking, so you think if you dig into the soil, you’ll be able to bring the good dirt to the top.
You spend a few hours tilling the soil and sure enough, it already looks so much better than it did before. And even though autumn is in full swing and you’re working by the light from the moon, you’re still a bit sweaty.
“I think digging your way out of here may be a bigger task than you bargained for.” A now familiar voice says from behind you, making you jump at the sudden sound.
“Will I have to live out the rest of my days here wondering when the next time you’ll give me a heart attack will be?” You place your hand over your hammering heart while Jungkook smiles.
“Apologies, my queen.” Jungkook walks closest to where you’re kneeling on the ground, his hands behind his back. “What is it that you’re doing exactly?”
“I’m gardening. Is that not obvious?” You sit the small shovel down and wipe your hands off on your thighs.
“Yes. But why?” He asks curiously.
“Something to do? A hobby? I’m tired of wandering around this castle like a ghost.” You look up at him when he comes to stand next to you. “Is that something I’m allowed to do, your highness?”
“You’re rather snarky for a queen.” Jungkook smiles again, the sharp points of his fangs showing behind his lips.
“I have been called much worse.” You huff, standing up from the ground, wobbling slightly from being in that position a bit too long.
Jungkook is inhumanly fast, gently steadying you on your feet. One hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder. His skin is so cold it sends a shiver through you, goosebumps covering your warm skin.
“So long as you’re here, no one will dare to call you anything less than you deserve.” His eyes are almost black as they meet yours. “Are you okay to stand?”
You shake away the trance you feel when you look at him, stepping back slightly and out of his hold.
“Yes, I’m fine.” You awkwardly stumble over the shovel on the ground, righting yourself before Jungkook has a chance to try and help you again. “Thank you.”
“Shall I help you with this?” He asks, bending to pick up one of the rakes.
“Oh…that’s not necessary, I can manage.”
“I’m well aware that you can manage. But would you like some help…and some company?”Jungkook almost looks shy as he asks. “I think it would be good for us to spend more time together.”
You aren’t sure what to say. Part of you despises the thought of spending time with him. But a bigger part tells you that you long to know him more. To hear his infuriating tone when he teases you.
“Fine. But you start over there, and don’t crowd me.” You point towards an area a few feet from the one you had been working on. Jungkook laughs quietly.
“As you wish, my queen.” He bows at the waist and makes his way over.
“I’ve asked you several times to stop calling me that.” You sigh, pushing some hair away from your face before you continue tilling the soil.
“Why does it bother you so much?” Jungkook gets down to his knees, the brown slacks he is wearing meeting the dirt.
“I am not a vampire, Jungkook. Being the Blood Queen seems like I’m pretending to be something that I’m not.” It bothers you. All those vows that you took about protecting each other are just lies.
“You don’t need to be a vampire to be the queen here. No matter what you hear or what you think, you only need to try and understand.” Jungkook’s quick hands are making much faster work of things than yours ever could.
“Understand what?” You ask.
“Will you let me show you some time? It will be much easier to show than to try and explain it in so many words.”
You don’t understand what he means, but the look on his face tells you that he’s sincere in what he says. And even though you should probably say no, you’re too curious not to indulge him.
“Okay.” You simply state. Jungkook smiles softly and continues his digging.
Another week passes, and Jungkook joins you out in the gardens every night. He brings you new tools to use and lists from the florists in the kingdom so that you can pick out flowers to plant wherever you please. You choose as many as you can find that grow at night, because though they carry all the usual things that flourish in the day time, you know you won’t get to enjoy them as much as you will the ones who bloom at night.
You spend hours in the many libraries within the castle researching the plants and what they need to live well at night. Jungkook joins you there often, following you through the stacks of books and listening to you babble on and on about the flowers.
As much as you wish you didn't enjoy his company, as much as you don’t want to be fond of the sound of his voice, you are very much beginning to.
“_____?” Jungkook says quietly, closing the book that you’re holding in your hands. He doesn’t call you by your first name often, it’s a strange feeling that follows it.
“What is it?” You slide the book back onto the shelf in front of you, turning your attention to him.
“Would you please do me the honor of accompanying me into the kingdom tomorrow night?” His hands are behind his back as he speaks, stepping closer to where you’re standing.
“May I ask why?” You try to pretend his close proximity does not affect you. Jungkook is still a vampire after all.
“I told you I would help you to understand why being human does not mean you cannot be the queen here.” Jungkook brings a hand from behind his back and reaches out gently, brushing your fingertips with his.
“What are you going to show me, Jungkook?” You slowly pull your hand back from his touch, making him smirk at your stubbornness.
“Everything, darling.”
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aquagustd · 1 year
whipped - JJK
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↣ another day, another trend that you’re forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.
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pairing — tiktoker!jungkook x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, crack, pwp
word count — 5K
warnings/tags — college au, sorta established relationship, strong language, barista!reader, thigh kink (ofc), kinda famous jk, explicit smut — big dick jk, manhandling, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, hickeys, fingering, oral (f & m), hair pulling, clit biting, degradation, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, deep throating, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum on chest?, aftercare
a/n — if you don’t watch tiktoks, that’s fine, he kinda explains it in the fic. I couldn’t get tiktoker!jk out of my head.
Rubbing at the itch on your forehead, you’re scrubbing down the counter with tired arms, switching from one to the other while your co-worker sits at one of the tables, giggling at her phone screen now and again. If it was any other day, you would ask her to help but you’re not in the mood for another argument. Today had been one of those days, the kind that made you regret ever begging for a job here at the café. You were forced to deal with two elderly woman who chewed your ear off about not having oat milk. Despite you telling them – multiple times – that you don’t handle inventory.
Then you messed up two orders, which was entirely your fault. But you know that it could’ve been avoided if Mina got off her phone for a minute and remembered that she had a job to do instead of taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi here.
“You’re so lucky,” she whines, face lit by her red screen.
Rinsing out the cloth, you untie your apron, finally, then set it in the drawer. You would ask her what she’s talking about if you haven’t heard complain about it a million times.
“He’s like…perfect,” she sighs dreamily, the same song replaying in the background as she drools at the screen, “how does it feel to have a famous tiktoker, who’s not only hot, but rich too, as your boyfriend?”
You didn’t think she was expecting an answer until she slots herself in front of you, eyebrow lifted in question.
“Did you know that he just hit ten million followers?”
You sigh, throwing on your jacket before fitting the grey beanie over your head, looking around her to find your scarf.
“I know.”
“How does it feel to have the JK as your boyfriend?”
Shrugging, you brush past her and switch off the lights, grabbing the keys from the counter. This is what you have to deal with every evening after work. Once she mistook your anger for insecurity, so you decided not to entertain her.
“Have you seen the girls in his comments? Don’t you ever feel even a bit intimidated?”
You shrug again, much more tense this time, “I don’t. To me, he’s just Jungkook.”
She chuckles, manicured nails tapping at her screen, “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well,” you begin, gritting your teeth, “I don’t care if you believe that or not. Here.”
Clumsily, the ring of keys slip through her fingers when you toss them in her direction, she scrambles to pick it up from the tile.
“See you on Monday.”
Hearing her curse under her breath, you laugh to yourself as you step out into the cold, shoulders hiking up when a particularly frosty breeze hits the back of your neck, through the thick material of your scarf. Perhaps you are nettled by the fact that Mina nags you about the same thing all the time. What does she want from you? To admit that deep down, you’re really insecure and threatened by Jungkook and his fans? Most of the time, you don’t keep track of what he posts. Except when he asks if you could make a video with him.
And he doesn’t mind. He knows that you’re a busy woman and have other things to see to before spending hours on an app you don’t understand. But you try to understand, for his sake.
Like the calm before the storm, you drag your weight up the quiescent stairway, knowing that it won’t be long before your dorm would be vibrating for the start of the weekend. You come to an abrupt stop at the end, seeing a black, hunched figure sitting against your room door. Heartbeat accelerating at your boyfriend’s bunny smile.
“Hey,” you grin, falling into his embrace when he rises to his feet. You giggle when he lifts your beanie a bit to kiss your forehead, hands clasped behind your back.
“Hi, I brought the noms.”
You inhale deeply, pulling away to see the brown bag in his hand, “what is it? Thank you, baby.”
He follows you into your room, shutting the door behind you while you set down the bag and unroll your scarf, scratching at the little dents it made in your skin after you wrapped it a bit too tight.
“I was feeling for curry, so I got that for us,” he replies, coming up behind you to prop his chin on your head, “but we can order something else if you like.”
Lifting the small container from the bag, you moan when the steam wafts over your face, jowls tingling when the spicy fragrance hits you.
“No, it’s just what I needed.”
He chuckles, helping you offload the rest of the containers.
You lick the side of your thumb, shrugging off your jacket before you get any gravy stains on the white collar.
“I’m gonna shower first,” you inform, peeling off your socks, “I feel gross.”
He nods, already digging into the rice, “okay, it’ll be warm by the time you get back.”
You hold your index finger up threateningly, “hey! Don’t start without me!”
He pokes his tongue into his cheek, closes the container slowly then flops down on your bed with a sigh. One of your plushies bounce onto his chest.
“I was just tasting.”
You share a look when your stomach growls, crying for food.
“Better make it snappy.”
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By the time you’re done eating, you’re too full to move an inch, sprawled across the bed with Jungkook’s head in your lap. He’s scrolling through Tiktok while you’re attempting to round up your paper. But it’s proving to be a difficult task with your energy running low and his lack of earphones. You’d just have to complete it sometime this weekend.
When he hears your laptop close, he turns his head to the side, doe eyes gleaming.
“You’re done?”
You shake your head, “I’ll just finish it tomorrow.”
With a pat to his hand, you help him under the blanket with you, cozying up to him with a blissful sigh. But he continues to fidget, and you feel your heart speed up with lack of sleep, the beginning of a headache stirring. Did you fall off to sleep that quick?
“What’s wrong?”
He tugs you closer to him, nose nudging yours when he sets his head on your pillow.
“Did I wake you?”
“I don’t know,” you laugh, rubbing at your eyes, “was I asleep?”
Goosebumps trail the line his index finger draws on the side of your face, creeping down over your back when you breathe in his heady scent.
“I think so,” he whispers. You lean forward to slot your lips over his, hiking one leg over his waist when his palms slide under your t-shirt.
“Missed you,” he mumbles against your lips, “are you tired?”
You smirk, “why?”
His gaze flits somewhere behind you, then to your chest as he props himself up on his elbow. You mirror his action, swiping across his chin with your thumb.
“If you’re not tired…there’s something I wanted to do.”
“Well, I’m not tired anymore. What is it?”
He rubs the back of his neck, not quite meeting your gaze, “it’s for a tiktok.”
You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, grabbing at your hands.
“We don’t even have to do much! Just sit here on the bed and cuddle. That’s all. It’s like seven seconds too!”
“It won’t take long. Please,” he continues to beg while you snigger at the way he’s behaving, “you know how much I like having videos of you on my page.”
You fiddle with the aglets on his hoodie, “I know, I just…don’t feel like…I spent the whole afternoon working on my paper. And then work was shit.”
He coos when you pout, bringing you into his arms.
You melt into his embrace, burying your nose in his hoodie to inhale his comforting scent, “can’t we just cuddle?”
Shivering slightly when his fingers run under the band of your panties, you tip your head up to look at him, chin pressed into his toned chest.
He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, little beauty spot under his lip disappearing briefly.
“Of course we can,” he smiles, lips grazing your nose, “after we’re done making this tiktok. It involves cuddling.”
You blink, mildly confused. “Fine.” As if you could say no to that face.
Goofy grin reappearing, he grips your head in both his hands and smashes his lips to yours. Before you can even attempt to kiss him back, he pulls away. Grabbing his phone and scooting up on your bed.
“Okay, you’re supposed to sit here,” he points at the pillow, fluffing the frills a bit then fits his hand in yours, directing you to sit against the headboard, “and…wait—”
You follow his gaze to your black Nirvana t-shirt, “what? God, Jungkook. I am not changing—”
“No, no,” he interrupts, lifting the hem of your shirt which has your cheeks heating just a bit, “you’re not wearing any pants under.”
Narrowing your eyes in his direction, you smack his hand away, “should I…put on pants?”
He looks to be contemplating for a while before he nods, “yeah.”
Sighing deeply, you walk the short space to your chest of drawers. By now, you should be accustomed to Jungkook and his weird requests. But this isn’t even the worst one. At least you don’t have to leave your dorm room this time.
“Yeah,” he whispers behind you, chest hitting your shoulder as he reaches over to pull out your black gym shorts, “these ones.”
You cock an eyebrow, “are you sure?”
He examines the clothing, smiling stupidly to himself, “these are the ones. Put them on.”
Yanking the flimsy material from his hands, you sit at the edge of the bed as you pull the shorts up your legs. He stands at your side like a puppy holding his leash, waiting for you to take him out on a walk.
Even if you are a teensy bit annoyed, you really can’t be mad at him for too long. With his big, doe eyes, messy hair and puffed-up cheeks. For him, you try to keep up with the latest trends on Tiktok but you don’t have enough time. Even if you say that you’ll spend some time on that confusing app before bed, you’re exhausted by the time you’re home from work and end up visiting his page only, then falling off to sleep.
You know that he has quite a large following, girls thirst over him in the comments, even if he posts a video of his right hand alone. But at the end of the day, he’s your man and you’re in some – most – of his videos.
Bending over to pick up a ball of socks that had fallen out of your drawer, you yelp when he smacks your ass cheek. Spinning around to glare at him.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he smirks, black eyes flashing, “I love it when you wear that. But then again, your ass looks good in everything you wear.”
You clear your throat, glancing at the bed behind you, “let’s get this over with.”
He nods, unlocking his phone as he sits in front of you on the bed, “the Wi-Fi here sucks.”
You chuckle, running your fingers through his silky hair as you peek over his shoulder.
“So, what am I supposed to do?”
“Well,” he begins without lifting his head, “I already filmed the first part this morning and then it’s gonna transition to me and you sitting here.”
You nod, “okay, and do I have to like…say anything?”
“Yeah,” he says softly, “I’m gonna be sitting like this…but between your legs. I’m just waiting for the audio to load.”
Yanking his head back with your grip on his hair, your eyebrows pinch together, “didn’t we already make a Tiktok like that?”
He wiggles out of your grip, nudging your thighs apart for him to get more comfortable, “yeah, but this is a different one.”
He holds the phone up to your face, “this is the first clip.”
‘Wake up in the morning brush my teeth before I see my queen—’
It’s a video of him, you can tell that he just woke up by his tangled hair and half-lidded eyes, holding his toothbrush before it pans to the side and cuts off.
“And that’s where we come in. I’m supposed to say this bit—"
‘Wow. Who are you?’
He points to you, “and then you say—”
‘Bitch I’m two-phone Baby Keem.’
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, “that’s the song?”
He nods eagerly, “mhm. See. It’s just a short video.”
You stare at each other for a while. He’s waiting patiently for your answer before you nod and move up on the bed, smiling to yourself at how excited he is when he slides down and sits between your legs. Resting his head just below your crotch, he holds his phone up while you prop your thighs over his shoulders, fitting your fingers in his hair once again.
You’re familiar with this position, so he didn’t need much direction but it’s not like you could pretend as if his whole head is not…there. In that region…The region he claims to love so much.
He reaches up to knead your thigh, the other hand occupied by his phone, “it’s taking so long to load again.”
“It’s—” The words die on your tongue when he tilts his head to mouth at your inner thigh, tattooed fingers running over the delicate skin slowly “—it’s okay.”
Suddenly, you’re feeling all the pressure of his head between your legs, even more when he lifts his head up to look at you menacingly.
“I know you like it when we sit like this.”
Maybe. But you prefer other positions.
You try to hide how his fingers pinching at the meat of your thigh isn’t affecting you. Hoping you aren’t soaking through your panties and shorts because it feels as though the apex of your thighs has gone numb but too sensitive at the same time. Air a little warmer despite the window being left open a crack.
“Did it load yet?”
Shivering when he starts to nip and tug at the skin, your fingers twist in his hair.
“Did what load?”
You crane your neck to look into his phone, masking your arousal with anger, “idiot. The audio?!”
He flings his phone to the side which misses the edge of the mattress and clatters to the floor. You’re about to yell at him when he spins around and begins to kiss the junction between your leg and thigh through the fabric of your gym shorts. Your hands fall to your sides, mouth hanging open.
“What are you doing?”
He hooks your legs over his shoulders once again, adjusting his position on the bed to lie flat on his stomach, “what does it look like I’m doing?”
“What ab—” your eyes scrunch shut when he drags his nail down the centre of your folds, finding the outline of your puffy clit with ease.
“Fuck that. You smell so fucking good.”
Of course. He was that close. Obviously, he’d smell you. And it’d be easier for him to recognize your scent after he spent hours trying to suffocate himself between your legs. You should’ve known this would happen. Are you angry? No.
“Jungkook…wait, did you lock the door?”
He doesn’t respond, just lifts an eyebrow when he tugs on the band of your shorts. You raise your hips as he pulls the material over the globes of your ass, flinging it in across the bed to find his phone lying somewhere there. Abandoned.
Lip caught between your teeth, your fingers curl around the blanket when he lifts the band of your panties and it tugs on your folds, sticking to your pussy which clenches around nothing. One thing you always seem to forget about Jungkook, is that he starts off slow, takes his time at first before he loses his patience. By the time he’s done with teasing you, your mind becomes fogged with nothing but lust.
He mouths around your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere except where you need him the most. And he continues to grab at your panties, pulling it up, as high as it can go as you squirm with the friction that’s not enough. Grinding into the flimsy fabric while he paints your thighs with his teeth.
You hips fall to the bed pathetically when he clicks his tongue, spreading your thighs further apart for his greedy stare. He taps your clit once and you jolt, a whimper spilling from your lips while you feel your juices seep through your panties.
Feeling his hot breath penetrate the sodden material of your underwear, your hips jerk up reflexively when he taps your clit again. Harder this time.
“Touch me. Please. Want your mouth, your fingers. Anything.”
He chuckles darkly, “why?”
You groan, “why? Fuck Jungkook. Because—”
A gasp gets caught in your throat when he tears at your panties and pinches your clit. Caught between his fingers lightly, but the sensation has more arousal dripping down your folds, slipping between your ass cheeks.
“Watch your mouth.”
He draws his hand back and slaps your clit, dragging his thumb along your slick folds.
“S-sorry,” you choke, tugging on the sheets so as to not grind into his hand that’s running down your pussy deliciously, gathering your slick on his hands before coming up to rub tight circles on your clit.
“Such a slut,” he says clearly, voice calm as if the hand on your cunt doesn’t belong to him, “you seem to forget your place.”
Your nails pierce into your palms as he drags two fingers up and down your inner folds, moaning at how good it feels when he presses down harder, nearing your pulsating hole.
“Take off your shirt,” he orders, lips grazing your clit, “let me see those pretty tits.”
Swallowing thickly, your breath stalls in your chest when he sinks two fingers into your heat at once, tongue curling around your clit while you’re trying to remove your t-shirt from around your head. You collapse onto the bed, resisting the urge to play with your nipples with his vigilant eyes on you, waiting for you to make the wrong move.
“Jungkook, yes…”
He swirls his tongue around your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt until he finds your sweet spot, hooking his fingers against it when you cry out his name.
The loud squelching of his fingers pushing into your pussy is embarrassingly loud, slick dripping down his hand while he continues to roll his tongue against your clit. His hot breath, paired with the skilled movements of his fingers and tongue sends a spark up the length of your spine. You feel the knot build in your abdomen, back arching off the bed when he picks up the pace, reaching up with one hand to push you back down.
You’re buzzing with desire, thrashing under him as you hear him slurp up your juices sloppily, grinding his fingers into you with vigor. Pressing into that spot until you feel yourself reach the edge.
“I’m gonna fu—”
All you hear is the sound of the door handle clicking before you sit up on your elbows to see Hana and her group of friends standing at the doorway.
“Oh fuck.”
They stand motionless, and you’re trying to yank Jungkook away, shame washing over you as he continues to lap at your pussy, watching them from his periphery. You can hear them whisper, and you’re wondering why the fuck they aren’t going anywhere until you grab your penguin plushie and throw it in their direction.
Still gawking at your boyfriend between your legs, they make their way out and until the door clicks shut do you fix Jungkook with a shocked stare.
“Why didn’t you stop— Shit!”
He flicks his tongue over your clit at breakneck speed, adding a third finger to the mix as he sinks in and out, matching the pace of his tongue to have your thighs shaking around his face.
“I know you liked it,” he growls, the sound reverberating through your core, “I felt you clenching around my fingers when they came in. Such a fucking slut.”
He wiggles his hand, crooking his fingers against your walls, spurred on by his filthy words. The knot builds again, eyes watering while you jerk your hips up. Grabbing at the sheets, you spill onto his hand, screaming out his name as he continues to stretch you out. Heat washing over your body. He licks at your folds noisily.
“That’s it. Let them hear you. Let them know who’s making you feel this good.”
He suctions around your hole, drinking up every last drop while you twitch, still coming down from your high. You watch through blurry vision as he hops off the bed, the front of his hoodie drenched with your cum. You would’ve been embarrassed, if it wasn’t a regular thing with him.
Milky skin exposed, he balls up his clothes and sets it down on your desk, tugging at your hand to signal for you to sit at the edge of the bed. You feel desire recollect in your abdomen as you see him take off his watch. The sound of his rings hitting your nightstand is something you love hearing, knowing what’s about to happen next. You’re already salivating, core throbbing all over again when you see him roll his palm over his girthy length.
Delicately, he pulls your hair over your shoulder as you lie down at the edge, parting your lips immediately when he lines his cock up with your mouth.
You stick out your tongue, tasting the precum smeared across the tip before he nudges it against the corner of your mouth. Hissing when the wet muscle rubs against his frenulum.
“Look at you,” he grits, thrusting into your mouth experimentally before pulling out and gripping the base, other hand fitted tightly around your throat, “worried that your friends might see you but you’re still letting me fuck your throat. Knowing they can walk in again.”
You mewl, eyes flying shut when he pushes his hips forward, balls slapping into your face as the tip hits the back of your throat, causing you to grab his thighs with the burn. He draws his hips back, giving you some time to breathe before you open your mouth again and take him further, relaxing your throat as he grabs your hands in one of his. Holding it to the side.
“Fuck, just like that.”
Lips sealed tightly around his cock, your tongue presses into the veins on the side, eyes prickling with tears when he takes control and rocks against your face, throwing his head back while his fingers press into the sides of your throat. Your spit dribbles down your lips, hitting the rug beside his toes which curl with pleasure.
“Such a pretty little slut, letting me use her mouth however I like,” he grunts, gaining momentum as he presses down on your sternum, thumbing at your nipple before hunching over your form.
You can feel the sweat collecting at the back of your neck, jaw beginning to ache when he holds his cockhead deep inside your throat, tears slipping down the side of your face. Whining around his length, your eyes fly open when his calloused fingers slide below your navel, stopping over your clit. Thighs trembling as he spreads your folds, pressing his index and ring finger into your heat while he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit.
“C’mon,” he growls, voice strained as you feel his balls clench against your nose, “give me another.”
You plant your feet on the bed, taking mangled breaths through your nose while he stretches you open on his fingers once again, still sensitive from your first high, you squirm and moan with his cock lodged in your throat. Burning when you feel your second high splatter against your thigh, messing your sheets once again.
His heavy cock hits your cheek when he pulls out of your strained mouth, dragging you by your ankle to pull you further down on the bed. The only thing you see before he spins you around and raises your back to an arch, positioning your ass against his cock, is the sweat glittering on his skin, hair dripping as it lays flat against his head.
You’re still buzzing from your first high, holding yourself up on tired limbs as he spreads you open with the tip of his cock, sighing out your name before you feel his hand meet your ass. Hands giving up while your cheek presses into the blanket, drool slipping out when his cock rubs against your folds.
“Good girl,” he pants, and you can tell by his prolonged thrusts that he’s trying to drag out the sensation. Feeling each vein press into your walls once he sinks into your cunt.
You’re babbling, hair sticking to your shoulders with how much you’re sweating, mouth hanging open as he splits you open on his cock. He twists you around harshly, pressing your knees into your chest as you both watch how his cock disappears into your creamy cunt, air creeping out of your lungs.
He directs your attention to his face with a hand around your throat, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he grunts, eyes not leaving yours, “still want more? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Hm?”
You nod, rubbing your lips together to prevent yourself from screeching, eyes rolling to the back of your head when his big cock goes deeper and deeper with each ruthless thrust.
If you weren’t so fucked out, you would notice that he’s quiet once he’s close to the edge, eyebrows knitted together as he concentrates, rolling off the last bit of energy as he chases his high. He whimpers when your walls close around him, hissing when your nails draw lines down his back.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, cock twitching inside you as his thrusts become shallow. His eyes lock with yours, wet hair brushing your forehead before he kneels on the bed and sets down your legs, index finger flicking at your clit twice before your mind goes blank for the third time tonight.
“I’m cumming, fuck—“
He thrusts into his fist, directing the hot spurts of cum onto your chest with a drawn-out groan of your name. You gasp when some hits your chin, dripping down your sides filthily.
You’re lax in his arms, reaching up half-heartedly to help him clean you up and change the beddings. Sitting at your desk, you watch as he struggles to fit on the sheet. You would’ve helped but he insisted that he could do it himself. Smiling tiredly, you thank him as he tucks you in, leaving the blanket folded over so he can join you in bed.
“Are you feeling cold? Do you want me to close the window?”
Humming, you roll over onto your side under the blanket, unable to fight the exhaustion any longer, especially when the fresh sheets feel so good against your skin. Behind closed lids, you sense the change in lighting after he settles in behind you, pecking the skin of your shoulder. You’re about to fall off to sleep when you realize that your roommate and her friends saw you butt-naked with your boyfriend’s mouth on your—
“Jungkook,” you call, nudging him with your shoulder, “are you awake?”
“Yeah, what?” He croaks. You melt after hearing his whiny, sleepy voice, turning around in his hold to poke his cheek.
“Hana and her friends saw us.”
His mouth quirks to the side, eyes remaining closed, “so?”
“So? Are you kidding? I was naked and you were…I’m pretty sure they’re all fans of yours!” You whisper-shout, smacking his arm lightly when he pinches your ass.
He speaks around a yawn, cuddling you closer to his chest, “so what if they’re my fans?”
You blink, “I don’t know…What if they tell everyone and you lose followers…or something like that?”
His eyes crack open, face going blank for a split before his eyebrow jumps.
“Everyone knows I have a girlfriend. Why would I lose followers if everyone knows that my girlfriend and I fuck? Which they probably already know.”
Your cheeks heat at his crude words.
“Besides, I could have one billion followers but only one would matter to me,” he says nonchalantly, shutting his eyes as if dismissing the conversation.
Pulling away to get a better look at him, you slide a hand over his tattoos, stopping at his shoulder.
“Oh yeah? Who would that be?”
His arms encircle your waist, sharing body heat as your form melds to his. Heart fluttering in your chest at his boyish grin.
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writtenwhalien · 3 months
jump then fall (into you) | teaser
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banner by the talented @jimilter​ 💖
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pairing ↠ jungkook x reader
genre ↠ cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut
word count ↠ 15k-20k (tbc)
18+ | warnings ↠ swearing, some jealousy, drinking, sexual content (detailed warnings on the final fic)
summary ↠ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
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a/n. finally after months i feel like im coming back?? i hope this fic turns out to be somewhat decent lol 🙃 please let me know how you find it!  ↠ a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon​ 🌊🥰 posting date ↠ tbc sept ‘22
taglist is open <3
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Alex watches quietly as the scene plays out in front of him. 
He can’t help but find it amusing how you try to step in and help Jungkook out, subtly trying to protect your best friend from the wiles of Valentina, but to Alex, it seems a little more than that. It’s what he’s been trying to tell you for months now! – Sometimes he wishes you could see everything exactly as he sees it.
Take now for example, all Valentina has done is placed her hand on Jungkook’s arm and your eyes seem to be hyper-fixated on it– oh, and now look, you’re slipping your own hand around his arm.
Jungkook’s and your actions are so transparent to Alex, he just wants to say it out loud right now and make you see it...
Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance he’s been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome – the one that’s been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, he’s sure of it.
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Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. “Don’t they look so good together?”
She pauses then frowns. “Together?”
Your own expression matches Valentina’s as you glance at Alex too. 
“Yes, together,” he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.
“You’ve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.”
From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow. 
“Oh, my,” Valentina smiles, and although there’s some kind of genuinity to it, there’s more you can see but haven’t got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when you’re still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.
 “I should’ve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,” she says with somewhat of an eye roll. 
Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but he’s not stupid and he knows Alex isn’t either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you… how hard can that be?
“Yeah, I guess it was meant to be,” he says, sounding a little stilted. 
You’re still sitting a little dumbfounded but Sophia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile. 
Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.
“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentina’s eyes remain locked on you both. “It’s been almost what? Eight months?”
“Uh, yeah, almost,” you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkook’s hand is gripping your waist. 
It’s not like he’s never had his hand on your waist before — his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago — but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy. 
You’re sure it’s showing on your face but Valentina doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she must think it’s down to you finding this awkward. 
“Well, congratulations to you too then,” she says, wearing a smile that doesn’t actually seem anything less than genuine, but you’re aware there’s more to her words.
“Thank you,” Jungkook and you say in unison. 
Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. “I’ll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, let’s keep the pda to a minimum please,” she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off. 
“Can’t promise anything with these two,” Alex calls out after her.
When he looks back at you, he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Sophia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying to laugh while they’re getting told off. 
Turning to them, you burst. “What the hell was that?” you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else. 
Alex shrugs. “Sorry, it was the best thing I could think of.” 
“It could be worse,” Sofia adds with a smile that’s supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you she’s finding this just as amusing as her fiancé. 
Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise you’re still holding his arm. “Well,” he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, “I guess we’re dating now.”
With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered you’re feeling. “I guess we are.”
When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook — but really, it doesn’t seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lips…  
The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you. 
With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if he’s thinking the same as you right now. 
“See, already believable.”
Alex’s voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, he’s got a smug smirk on his face. 
“You’re supposed to be smart,” you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. “Couldn’t have come up with something smarter?”
“This is smart,” Alex says with a hint of sass.
“How?” you sass back. 
Leaning back, he puts his arm around Sofia as his smirk grows into a smile. “You’ll see, just give it some time,” he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink.
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a/n. taglist is open! i hope you enjoy the fic when it comes, i’ll keep you updated on the date x please comment/rb if you enjoyed :) <3
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craztextae · 11 months
Creep - One ft. KTH (m)
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Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader
Summary: Taehyung is your divorced dilf neighbor and when you move in his curiosity about you grows every day.
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Read One , Two, Three or Four
Word count: 8.1k
Rating: 18+
Genre: DILF!AU -- Smut really and kinda yandere
Warnings: Stalker vibes, panty sniffing, exhibitionism, voyeur tendencies, male masturbation, male receiving, alcohol consumption, Tae feeds his kids McDonald’s. I really have nothing against Sumi. She’s beautiful.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME and an early Happy Birthday to [email protected] This is part one of what I hope will be a trilogy. I already have part two mapped out. I just need time to write. I hope everyone is well. I love this Taehyung. He’s a great dad, but a creepy neighbor. Whateves I need him, mkay? Love to my support team @ignorethissign8 and Bekki @scribblemetae. I wanted to get this out so forgive any typos or errors! ENYOY!
Banner by: @scribblemetae
Taglist: @macanooni @[email protected] @miinoongi
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"Do you live there all alone?"
"Excuse me?"
It happens innocently at first.
Taehyung didn't mean to pry. He was just walking by. On his way to the store he caught your figure as he was passing by your window. The silhouette of it drew his attention. The blinds were partially open, but the slatted lines allowed him to see you clearly.
You weren't doing much really. The action alone shouldn't have caught his eye. The task you were doing was mundane.
You were sweeping the floor.
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But the thing is, you weren't wearing much as you did so, just some skimpy shorts and a shirt that had the tiniest straps. And you weren't just sweeping the hardwood floors, you were dancing with your broom.
A fucking broom.
One of the most boring tools to wield. Yet there you were thrusting into the broom, legs on either side of the handle.
Another thing he could tell too, just by your movements is you were into it. Your arms pumped blindly and he imagined that if he could see your face, you were most likely miming along to the song.
Was that Doja Cat?
Were you grinding on a broom listening to Doja Cat?
Here you were, putting on a fucking performance. And for a moment, a very brief moment. It felt like it was for him.
And it frustrated him that he couldn’t even get a look at your face. Not that he’s complaining, the view he had was amazing. Your ass looked great your thighs looked delicious as you romped around.
Before he knew it he leaned into the visual. He doesn't know how long he watched you.
All he knows is that he did.
That's until you turned around toward the window, catching his gaze through the pane. Your eyes meeting his throttled Taehyung out of his curious thoughts and dirty brain.
Shaking his head suddenly, providing a brief wave, lowering his gaze before his feet stepped him away from view. His shoulders hunched as he walked away, trying his best to hide his hardening cock.
That's how it began, his curiosity for you growing every time he caught your image. And when he glimpsed you. he was physically pulled to you.
And he tried to stop.
He tried the very next time you left your blinds open after the first time. He failed miserably. And he thanked the heaven above he was on his way home this time so he could take care of the situation in his pants. The sight of your wet shirt as you washed dishes was too much to handle.
Then day after day, every time he passed your window he would glance in. And yeah, maybe sometimes it was more than a glance. Sometimes he would stop and stare and watch. There were times that he saw you and sometimes he was met with an empty living space or lowered blinds.
If he saw you. If by chance, you were there. He couldn't deny the physical reactions that would occur.
Taehyung couldn't tamp down his heartbeat nor his mind's ability to concoct a filthy image in mere seconds with you just draped across your couch.
He was flummoxed on how could you make the most trivial daily things, sexual for him.
He couldn't understand it, he needed to. So after weeks of looking at you, watching you.
Taehyung took the day with it and sat with if what he was doing was wrong. Morally, he knows it's creepy, but on the other hand seeing you really boosted his day. And he chalks it up to the fact he hadn't been with anyone since he got divorced.
But if that was the case, why wasn't he getting hard at looking at anybody else?
He sees and meets plenty of attractive people every day. Interacted with them. But yet he was only finding himself aroused around you.
So now. Now as he blurts out this awkward question he thinks he knows the reason. Taehyung is not only attracted to you, but he is curious about you.
He wants to know more about you. But then a fleeting thought passes through his brain. Maybe he's just a fucking pervert. A fucking peeping Tom. A fucking voyeur.
Nope it can't be that.
He's just curious.
He has been your neighbor for two months. He thinks the first time he saw you was in the corridor, providing a polite smile as you walked.
And he knows some things but can also acknowledge that he knows nothing at all.
Taehyung knows your blinds are closed until noon, sometimes a little later depending if you went out the night before. He knows you go to the store every Friday, stocking up on wine and vegetables. He also knows you have lady visitors. The same two. Every now and then.
Were they your lovers, were they your friends? This he didn't know. He wonders what you do with them. Lovers or friends
He wonders if you touch them or if they get to touch you. He can hear you giggle. He hears them giggle. The walls were thin, voices floated across the gray corridor frequently.
And he knows you're having a good time but he wonders how.
You draw your blinds when they're over. The music is turned up. Yet he can hear that you’re happy. He wonders if he can make you giggle...make you happy.
He wonders this as he scrubs a plate while you're giggling across the way. But it's not just giggles he wants to pull from you. No. Sometimes late at night Taehyung wonders if he can make you moan.
He's heard that. Every now and again. He's heard you moan. And it's times like that he's desperate to have your blinds open. He wants to see what is making you moan. Are you alone?
And if you are, are you using your fingers? A toy?
And where are your fingers?
Are they inside you? Or do they remain outside?
Do you just rub your clit and pinch your nipples?
Or do you fuck yourself with a few and bite on the others?
Taehyung is so fucking curious about you.
And his curiosity has carried away. Because now he asked a creepy fucking question. Do you live here alone?
The look on your face solidifies that you think his question is absurd. And you have every right to because yeah he knows your name and he’s not even sure you know his, you haven't even had a small idle conversation.
The question isn’t a neighborly question. That question is reserved for friends and creepers. He's a fucking creeper.
Taehyung balks. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask it that way. I was just curious about the floor plan. I was wondering if it was the same as mine.”
Your shoulders that were pinched toward your ear begin to lax. He can see your face loosen and your eyes shift from boiling to a simmer. Relief appears to color your face.
“Uhh, I think so. I think it's the same design.”
You don't tell him you live alone. You pivot. And it's smart. He thinks you're smart but now he knows it.
“Well, thanks,” He says, and he can't help but scratch his neck. “Well have a good day,” he adds as he spins on his heel and makes his way to pick up his kids.
Yes kids. As in kids that he helped create with his now ex-wife.
Three to be clear. Three beautiful kids. Twin boys and one girl. Chet, Nat and Ella all of them named after his favorite musicians. All under the age of ten. And he loves them. Enjoys every fucking minute he gets with them. And right now he gets them every other week.
And he's lucky. He feels lucky he gets a whole week. And not just a weekend. Not like some of his friends, who by the way are completely fine with just two days every other week.
It’s not okay with Taehyung. He fought tooth and nail to get them for seven days... fourteen total every month. And he never regrets it.
Although it had bitten into his sex life.
Who is he kidding? He doesn't have a sex life.
He hasn't been with anyone since he separated from his wife. The same can't be said for her though. She's had plenty between her legs during and after their marriage.
"You're late," she says through his open car window. Taehyung glances at his watch. "For fucks sake Sunmi I'm five minutes late. Sorry I had to take a piss," he retorts bitterly as he shifts the car into park.
They meet at a McDonald's, every other Friday afternoon.
The reasoning is clear. He doesn't want to go to her place, the house they used to share who she is now sharing with another man, Jackson. And she doesn't want to go to his condo.
They meet in the middle. At a fucking McDonald's because it's public and the kids love getting Happy Meals.
"Yeah whatever," Sunmi huffs as she stalks to the front entrance. "The kids are on the playground. They couldn't wait," she hisses as she pulls the door.
"Daddy!" The twin boys yell as he steps into the place, it smells like burnt fries and old farts. Taehyung hates it.
"Hey buddies!" He exclaims back as they lunge at him from the play center. They hug him and he hugs them back harder.
"You two need haircuts," he assesses as he pulls from their grips and ruffles their hair.
"No daddy, we want to grow it. Let us grow it." Nat says. "Like yours," Chet insists, pointing to his hair.
Taehyung's hair was getting long. He couldn't argue with them. Monkey see. Monkey do. "Oh ok. But next visit we all get haircuts together mkay?" He asserts as he flicks their chins.
"Where's my princess?" He wonders as he sees Ella ducking behind a bubble window in the play structure. Her eyes glued to him.
He pretends not to see, makes a big show of it.
"She's not here." Chet says "Haven't seen her all day." Nat giggles.
Taehyung's shoulders slump and he pulls his mouth down into a pout. "But I miss her. I wanted to seeee her." He whines as he kicks an imaginary rock on the rubber floor.
“Don’t fuss daddy! I'm here," Ella screeches before jolting down the tunnel slide.
He catches her before her shoes can touch the floor, earning a squeal and a tight hold around his neck.
He loves it. Loves the feel of her and the smell of her. Despite him and Sunmi splitting over a year ago, the kids still seemed happy. He’s grateful for that.
It grounds him. His kids ground him. Reminds him that there's good things in the world.
“Are you getting chocolate milk or apple juice today?” He whispers in her ear.
“Chocolate milk,” she whispers back. And they both giggle as he carries her to the register.
He lives for picking up his kids. What he despises are the few hours before bedtime.
It's a fucking strange time for any parent. For a parent, energy levels are low and patience is even lower. While the kids. Yes, yes they're tired but they fight it.
They take all their energy reserves and launch it as a final attack. And that final attack is pawing at him as he tries to wash the dishes from dinner.
He tried to play along. He tried to get them to help. But now. Now all that's happening is he has two boys gathering suds and blowing said things in each other faces and while his baby girl has climbed onto the counter to dip her toes in the sudsy water.
"I wanna a pedicure daddy," she reasons.
Taehyung wants to go to bed. It's been a day. They've gone to the park, they've had ice cream and they went to the library. And he just wants to sit down. It he can't. Not yet. He's got miles to go.
His eyes are pulled toward a light. It’s coming from your place. And as he looks up he sees you only from the waist up, but you have nothing on but a bra. You look tipsy, your steps look jerky and the he sees the wine glass in your hand. It’s empty.
“Alright, bed time,” Taehyung announces as his eye follow your movements, but the kids shuffle off. And he’s glad that he doesn’t have to wrangle them for once, all of them humming in agreement.
Fuck, the bra has to be decoration because it’s doing nothings to actually cover your breasts. He can see the swell of them and the nipples peeping through the lacy material. Taehyung is hard. It happened so fast and he’s throbbing in his pajama pants. The bathroom, he must get to the bathroom.
Moving stealthily, he takes a look into the room the kids call their own and breathes a sigh of relief that their all tucked in their beds. He makes a note to kiss them after he goes to the bathroom. He fucking needs just a few minutes. Stepping into his bathroom, he starts the sink as soon as he closes the door, making sure to turn the lock. Just when he gets his hands on his cock, there’s a loud knock on the door.
“What?” he hisses as his dick throbs in his hand. “Daddy?” It’s Chet.
“Go to bed Chet. I will be there shortly for kisses and hugs.” Taehyung shouts as he pauses his movements, hoping the boy will return to his bed.
“Daddy, Ella just threw up everywhere. It stinks.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung huffs as he stuff his dick back into his pants. “I’ll be right there,” he continues as he looks at his reflection and sighs, washing his hands and combing back his hair. Another fucking great day of parenting Taehyung muses with his balls throbbing painfully.
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Taehyung is tired. It's day six. And the kids seem to have more energy than ever. And even worse, even after taking them to climb playscapes they still want to kick the ball around in the common area after dinner. They guilt him into it. Mommy's new boyfriend doesn't like soccer. We won't be back for a week. Please daddy. Please.
So he caves. He takes them out there. And they play for a good forty five minutes. Wrestling, kicking and screaming. But Ella is beginning to whine, a clear signal she's tired but doesn't know when to throw in the towel.
“Nat? Chet? Take your sister inside and get ready for bed.”
“Nooo daddy,” they complain in unison “We're not done.”
“You sister is tired. Be good big brothers and get her inside. Or you can clean up all these toys and then get ready?: He asks cocking an eyebrow toward them.
“No, no we will ready,” they acquiesce. Both of them clutching one of her hands and pulling her toward their home.
“Make sure you brush your teeth, wash your hands and faces.” He calls out as he picks up a frisbee, hearing grunts of agreeable as his back strains with the effort he put in today.
He's fucking tired. Doing this shit somewhat alone makes him sad. He thinks that if his wife wasn't such a whore that he could send them off with her. They could split the playtime. But that's not what's happening. It's all on him this week. One more day and he gets a break, a breather.
His ex-wife has her boyfriend's help. Fucking Jackson. He hates that fucking guy. So do the kids. They've told him as much.
Taehyung winces as he surveys the rest of the common space. Dolls and small figures litter the yard. He doesn't know when anything but the soccer ball came out for play. If they all belong to his own kids, he could spot them a mile away.
There's Mazzy. Ella’s favorite lovey, has been with her since she was two. There's no way he could forget him outside. He would never hear the end of it from Ella or his ex wife if anything happened to it.
Scooping the littered toys on his way to grab the beloved toy from the ordinary bench Taehyung's eyes are pulled to a newly lit window one story above.
And he quickly realizes it's your window. Your back porch he's viewing. He's never seen this angle before. Never thought to look and honestly never been in this space in the cover of night.
And he feels exposed. Even more so than watching you from his kitchen window. You've just gotten home. That much is certain. You're peeling off your jacket, and slinging your keys on the couch. He can see it all. This view is so much more open than the view from his kitchen window.
You don't stop with you jacket though. Soon you're peeling off your sweater, unbuttoning your pants, throwing both useless clothing articles to the side of your living area.
Okay. You are a bit of a mess. But fuck you look so fucking good. You weren't a fucking bra under the heavy sweatshirt you had on seconds ago. And shit, are those panties lacy? Did you plan to fuck someone? Because those fucking black panties are lacy and revealing. His ex wife only pulled out the good stuff when she was ready to fuck, this he remembers, unfortunately he wasn't the received all the time. He’s learned something new about you, you love lingerie.
His cock is a situation. It's not just growing harder but it's throbbing for attention. Begging for it. He had the worse blue balls after Monday night and he hasn’t had any time or privacy to get relief
How long since he has had sex?
Taehyung takes a moment to calculate, hoping that it would lessen the problem in his pants. He found out his wife was cheating two years ago when she accidentally sent him a text that was meant to her sidepiece and now current boyfriend. They had angry sex about a month before the divorce was finalized but then.. nothing. Taehyung had not put his cock in anything warm since.
And you looked so fucking warm. It was chilly outside. Taehyung could feel the bite of the breeze on the top of his ears and the back of his neck. But you peeling everything, well almost everything off as soon as you walked in had his brain scrambling.
He couldn't stop watching and he tried. For fuck sakes he was thinking of his ex-wife and nothing made his dick softer than thinking of Sunmi. But still his cock was throbbing.
And he was rock hard as he watched you move about you place idly. Walking to the kitchen, pulling out a glass, filling the said glass with water and bringing it to your lips. You drank languidly and messily and he couldn't see it but he imagined there were water drops landing on your neck and around your lips. He imagined how your lips would feel tightened around his cock and thirsty for his length.
He folded into himself at the thought. Fuck he needed release. His brain was sending him thousands of ways to seek the need that was thrumming through his body. Go back home. That's the safest bet. But chances are the kids are curled up in the living room and not in their beds. And once they catch whiff of him it will be a plead of a bedtime story, a drink of water or a cuddle. And although he didn't mind it most days he knew it would drive him mad tonight. His car was an option. But fuck his keys were tucked neatly in his coat that was still in his condo.
Taehyung glances around quickly. All the other windows that face the clearing, four were dark. And there was a small patch at the edge...near the fence line that gained a little bit of privacy and a pretty decent view of your place, away from the street lights.
Losing against the debauched side of his brain, Taehyung moved swiftly to the spot as he kept his eyes on your window. You were still there. You were leaning against your counter, eyeing your phone and munching on crackers. The pose did nothing to quell the ache in his cock.
Your tits were still out and the bored look on your face only fueled his fire. The fire to wipe that bored look away. His thoughts about everything he could do to wipe that expression off your face, turn it into something of awe and pleasure.
Taehyung needed to do something quick. He could feel his cock rubbing tightly against the fabric of his pants, begging for attention with the leak of precum covering his tip.
His eyes danced to the corner of the fence. No light shone over there. He could be done quickly. It wasn't his first time to finish in haste. Sunmi hurried him in bits when his kids were napping, pleading him to be quick. He could be quick and efficient. No one would be the wiser.
Taehyung made it to the spot swiftly. And he sighed a breath of relief when he realized he could see the top half of you when he pulled his hard member out of his pants. Just barely though. Pulled his cock out about for his index finger to wrap around the tip and meet his thumb, barely. He winced as he moved his thumb over the slit, hissing while his eyes took in you changing positions, moving toward the sink, your breasts jiggling subtlety.
Fuck. You looked so nice. So soft. He hasn't touched anything soft and fleshy for months. The grip around his girth tightens and he bites back a moan as he sees you walk closer to the back door window.
Do you not have any shame? How are you walking so boldly to the open window with your breasts hanging out while you keep your front window blinds drawn for half the day?
Taehyung bucks up into his hand. His cheeks burn with lust and embarrassment as his body pursues it's pleasure. It's happening too quickly for him. He can't focus on where to settle his eyes as his strokes get faster and shorter, feeling the wetness of his juices coat his hand, the obvious signs that it had been too long since he last did this.
A grunt escapes and he chokes it down, coughs as his hips thrust into his fist, his eyes roving to your lips, your tits, your eyes and everything between.
“Fuck,” he gasps as his orgasm nears, he can feel it deep down in his gums, pulsing on his tongue. You step nearer to the window and his eyes settle on your cover mound and he explodes. His brain filled with being buried into it. Filling you up as your eyes roll into your head and squeaks emit from your throat.
Fuck...did he just do that. Here?
Seconds as he spills into his fist, Taehyung's morality is settling into his skin with what he just done. Now that the pleasure has ebbed away.
He's a fucking creep. What has he become? He jerked off to you in a matter of minutes, in a common area. A place where anyone could see him.
Many knew who he was. He sat on the fucking board of the condo association. If anybody saw him, he could be labeled a pervert, a deviant. And those labels could mean losing the right to see his kids.
His fucking kids. Taehyung swiftly pulls up his pants and wipes the remainder of his mess on the side of his sweats.
He has to get out of there. He needs to see his kids. And he needs to stop fucking watching you. He has to.
With those thoughts rattling in his brain, Taehyung rushes to pick up Mazzy and makes a run back home. The other toys can wait. All he wants to do is shower off his guilt and see his kids faces.
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It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Taehyung has watched you and masturbated. Two weeks since he looked into your windows since. He willed himself to not peek. His brain shakes with the fact that he is now or was a man him and his ex-wife looked down on when they looked at true crime shows.
Sure, he didn't touch you. He didn't harm you. But he still watched you and got pleasure from it when you were in the safety of your home, unaware that he was watching you.
"Did you hear the woman in 2A having that party last night?"
Taehyung's ears perk up immediately. 2A, that's you. Right across from him, 2B. Because he's a board member, Taehyung is currently tending to a grill in the common area. This is the first time he's been there since he has watched you.
"I swear she's a wild one. Not married. No kids." Daniel from 1F scoffs. "She's having the time of her life."
"I think she's a lesbian. All of her visitors are women," Jessie from 2D shares, her voice dipping low before she takes a sip of her margarita.
"I think it's best if we refrain from gossiping about other neighbors at a neighbor event," Taehyung throws out before flipping a burger and then another on the propane grill.
There's a murmuring but Taehyung blocks out the words. He's annoyed. He kind of hoped you would be here. But you aren't. The food is almost done. And then everybody will go back to their places. He hoped he could speak to you under more casual circumstances.
"Hey Taehyung," it's Maya from 2C. Relentless Maya. Has been making eyes at him since he moved in, interrogates him every time she sees him and simply puts the hair on his body on edge.
“Hey,” he lets out curtly as her hand wraps around his bicep. He looks down at it pointedly before meeting her eyes.
"Are you well?" He asks.
"Can I have one of those?"
Taehyung jerks his eyes away and turns to see you holding a paper plate out toward him, your eyes dancing between his and the turkey patty balancing on his metal spatula.
Taehyung tries his best to school his features. Does his best to keep his working arm secure.
Of course. Taehyung guns, slipping the patty on the open bun, sat on the plate.
"Good to see you Y/N," Maya announces as her grip on Taehyung's arm loosens.
"These look yummy. Did you make them?" You ask him, the only acknowledgement to Maya's comment is your slight glance toward her.
Taehyung is about to respond, but you continue speaking. "I've seen you cooking in that clean kitchen of yours so I had to ask." A pretty smile sits on your lips as you reach for a bag of chips located on a table right next to the grill.
The comment makes him freeze for a moment. You've been watching him? The thought blazes through his mind but before he can answer Maya begins to fill in gaps.
"You don't know him? Kim Taehyung is like the hottest chef in town right now. Where have you been?"
You look taken aback. And Taehyung doesn't know if it's the information or Maya's delivery but he's scrambling for a way to inject. But it's so hard when your eyes are bouncing between him and Maya.
Eventually they do settle on him. "Wow. A big shot." You grin at him and Taehyung feels his heart jump into his throat.
"See you around Taehyung." You falsely curtsy to him before giving your attention to Maya. "And Monica? It's always a displeasure." You finish before turning away. "My names Maya!" Maya grip tightens before she utters lowly, "She's a fucking whore."
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Taehyung's curiosity is lit anew. After the block party, Maya began spilling facts or at least rumors that she heard about you. And Taehyung felt a little guilty by pouring her more and more beers but the more beers she had in her body the more information she spilled. Especially about you.
"She's like stupid fucking smart. That's why she doesn't have a man. What man wants to deal with that?" Maya cackles before grabbing a veggie skewer from a plate.
"And get this?" She sniffs, back of her hand smacking into Taehyung's shoulder.
"She was this close to getting engaged," Maya says, pinching her thumb against her pointer finger, eyebrows doing the same. "But broke it off because their sex life was boring. She figured if sex was boring before marriage why move forward. Can you believe that?" She hiccupped, pressing a hand to her lips.
Taehyung could believe it. You didn't look like someone who settled. You looked exactly like a woman who knew what she wanted and wouldn't take less than her worth. The thought thrilled him.
Yes you were attractive, but the combination of your actions tonight and what he has heard, he needed to know more. This information excited him thoroughly.
"I think she's a lesbian now. So don't get your hopes up Kim." Maya says, slapping him on the arm. Taehyung can't help but smile at her. Maya was annoying but she gave him enough information about you to last for months. The least he could do in return was tolerate her.
"Alright Maya, let's get you home," he proclaims as he loops a friendly arm around her shoulders to which she leans into swiftly. "I'm sure those people at Neiman Marcus will be unhappy if you're late tomorrow."
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"Chet get your shoes on! I swear to God if we are late today, you will not watch YouTube ever again under this roof!" Taehyung yells as he brushes Ella’s hair.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," Nat whines.
"There's bread up there Nat. You know how to make toast. Peanut butter is in the pantry." Taehyung huffs as he slides a headband on Ella.
She swiftly runs to the mirror. "I don't like it daddy! It doesn't look the same as when mommy does it."
Taehyung glances at the clock and sees he's has ten minutes to get them all out the door for school and right now in the moment it feels like the biggest test of his life.
Suddenly there's banging at his front door. Ella is off and sprinting and pulling it open without hesitation.
"Ella!" He screams as he catches up with her. He's feeling beaten and at his breaking point and it's not even 8am.
"Do NOT open the door," Taehyung begins holding up fingers "without asking permission." He pauses for dramatic effect before holding up a second finger," or asking who is at the door. You don't know who it is."
"Sorry daddy. I will do better next time," she asserts, running her fingers across her mouth guilty before looking up at who's at the door.
"Oh," Taehyung releases from his lips as he raises from his crouched position slowly. He's confused. Confused why you are standing in his doorway. You have never knocked on his door. He has never knocked in yours. And yet you knocked on his door before 8am on a Friday and he couldn't be more confused.
Surely he has lost it. Surely this is some fucking weird dream he is having.
"Hey Taehyung," you greet warmly when his eyes meet yours. You say his name like it's been on your lips a million times but Taehyung thinks this is surely the second time he's heard it on them.
"I didn't mean to intrude. I-" you eyes look to him and then to Ella. And then Taehyung senses Chet and Nat standing close behind and your gaze bounces between them as well.
You jut a pink box toward him. "I got these donuts. And I, uh, my friend brought them. And I thought your kids might like them. There's too many for me," you say thrusting the box further, so much so that the cardboard bounces into his sternum.
"Donuts?!" Ella exclaims as she wraps her arms around your legs. "Thank you!" She further squeals, reaching up quickly and snatching the box from your hands and running further inside the condo.
"Hey little monsters! Get your socks and shoes on before eating a donut or I will throw the whole box away,” Taehyung threatens yelling at the morning terrors that scramble to open the box of goodies.
After a chorus of okays and yes daddy, Taehyung remembers it's you gracing his doorstep. "Uh, thanks for the donuts," he offers as he claps his hands together softly, trying his best to keep his gaze on your eyes and not let them meander down your body.
He hasn't been this close to you since the barbecue. And he's never had you this close into his space. It makes the morning feel even more surreal.
You smile at him and Taehyung thinks it's the prettiest smile he's seen in months. He can feel his eyes flutter at the action, the spit in his mouth dries up.
"You're welcome. I thought your kids would like them," you nod, flashing your hands in front of you, an action his eyes follow and he has to tug his stare back up, to not get lost in your body.
"Was really nice of you. I think you just saved me from a stroke,'' Taehyung muses as he glances to his kids who now have their socks and shoes on and are munching happily on colorful donuts. Their teachers will probably silently curse him later but for him, the quiet is the sweetest gift he's gotten all week.
"Have a good day Kim Taehyung," you grin and then you're looking over his shoulder. "Have a great day monsters!" You yell to his kids, promoting them to screech and roar in return.
You wave awkwardly before heading across the way, and slipping easily into your place.
"I like her! She brings donuts!!" Nat announces as soon as Taehyung closes the door.
"I like her too," Taehyung thinks as he makes his way to grab a donut.
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“Hey Taehyung.”
Taehyung is startled to take his eyes off his phone screen. He’s climbing the stairs to his place to grab his forgotten wallet. Saturdays are work trips to the farmer’s market before he heads into the restaurant. His sleep deprived mind forgot it. Knows it’s on the night stand by his bed, right next to the lamp, where he places it every day.
Looking up, he sees you descending the stairs. You have on a thing floral dress, with pearl snaps on the front and a hamper balanced on your hip.
“Hey Y/N,” he returns, scooting to the side of the steps to let you pass. “Laundry day?” he continues as your eyes stay on him as you continue down. “Something like that,” you giggle as you pause next to him.
“I forgot my wallet,” he shuffles his feet as your shoulder brushes his chest. You smell like vanilla.
“Oh. Good to know,” you giggle again. “See you around Taehyung,” you smile as you continue to walk past him. Taehyung stays stuck in his spot until you disappear from his view. He wills his feet up the stairs although all he is thinking about is following you, maybe talk to you more. But he doesn’t and each step gets easier. Just as he turns the corner for his door, something catches his eye. The floor there is a crumpled dark material right by your door.
He stares at for a moment. His palms itch to pick it up. He’s not sure what it is, but he assumes its yours. The polite man that he typically is, tells him to ignore it. And he does. For a moment. Taking his key and sliding it into the lock.
But the creep that now resides in him, urges him to grab it. He just needs to know what it is and then he’ll go about his business. The door unlocks and Taehyung finds himself looking up and down the corridor stealthily before he’s lunging quickly to grab the item. He quickly reasoned he would only look to see what it is and then leave it where it is, but once his fingers feels the silky fabric, he’s stuffing the item into his pocket and sprinting inside his door.
His heart is pounding as he leans against the now shut door and he swallows thickly, feeling his tongue sit heavily in his mouth with adrenaline. The fingers in his pocket and trembling as they feel over the item stuffed inside and he inhales and holds his breath as he retrieves it for closer inspection.
Taehyung just needs to see.
Holding the item up, pinching it and holding it up in the air and he finally releases the breath he was holding, it coming out shaky when he realizes it’s the panties you had on when he jerked off to you in the common area.
He’s a creep. He’s officially a creep because he has absolutely no will power around you.
Not only did he grab your panties, but now his nose is buried in them. They’re used and they smell so fucking good.
His hand sneaks down to his cock and he moans as he takes another whiff of the silk panties. He hasn’t smelled pussy in so long and your scent was making him weak. Not only was he fucking still in his jeans, but his mouth was salivating from the smell.
Taehyung will return them. Put them where he found them. He will. But first he had a situation to deal with – his painfully hard cock and he needed to be quick. And the shame that followed him after he stroked his dick to orgasm with your panties pressed to his face, grunting your name while looking through the door peephole followed him for only a few days and not weeks this time.
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Taehyung presses the start on the washing machine and is glad that he’s getting an earlier start to the laundry today. He has a few hours before he needs to drive the kids to McDonald’s and he’s hoping he can at least rest a few hours before dinner service.
He’s lost in his thoughts as he leaves the laundry facility and walks the pebbled path through the common area. “Where’s the monsters?”
Looking up, Taehyung sees that he’s now between two clothing lines and you’re occupying both of them. You finger fiddle with pinning a large teal sheets and you’re wearing the same dress he saw you last week. Except today isn’t Saturday. It’s Friday. He’s surprised to see you there.
“They’re watching a YouTube livestream,” he shrugs casually but his feet move him closer to you, hands stuff in his athletic shorts.
You look beautiful as always. He’s seen you dolled up, but he likes this look the best. You look like you just woke up and your face is bare.
“Oh so daddy gets a break huh?” your voice has a playful lilt and Taehyung wants to play.
“Yeah. And what about you doing laundry on a Friday. Aren’t you usually still in bed at this hour.”
Taehyung shifts when he realizes what he says, his face flushes.
“Well you’re usually shuttling the kids at this hour.” you retort equally amused, taking a step toward him.
“It’s a holiday.” He rebutts.
“Oh, so that’s why your light was on past ten. You must’ve let them stay up.”
That statement makes Taehyung pause. He eyes you up and down because he’s not sure if he heard you right.
He did let the kids stay up, they ate popcorn and watched the newest Pixel movie. When he doesn’t say anything, you take that as an opportunity to talk some more.
“What did you make for dinner? It looked like lasagna. Was it lasagna?”
“You saw that?”
“Of course, you leave your blinds open almost all the time. And it didn’t help that you were shirtless. You’re hot,” you chuckle taking another step to him. “Don’t you ever peek inside my home?”
Taehyung only nods. The sheets on the clothes line are fluttering in the wind and so is the dress you are wearing, he can see you do not have on a bra. He’s nervous because he’s not sure where this line of questioning is leading to.
“What do you see?”
“You sweeping.”
You laugh at the response and clutch the fabric laying across your stomach.
Taehyung can feel his lips into a smile as well. “Is that all?”
“You drink a lot of water and wine. Like alot.”
“I like a healthy balance. But that’s not hot at all. Don’t you ever see anything good?”
You are really close to him now, your fingers are grazing the hair on his forearm. An eyebrow is cocked to him and Taehyung debates what to say. The tension has heightened and he’s not sure if you are hitting on him or toying with him.
“I’ve seen you dance while you sweep.”
The fingers on his arm move up easily and begin to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. “I’m half naked when I sweep.” you whisper.
“I know,” Taehyung replies, the volume of his voice lowered to match yours.
And then your lips are crashing into his. The press hard against his and Taehyung can’t move, his whole body locks up and he’s staring at your eyes which are now closed. Your eyes open slowly and you look between them. Something settles on your face and you're moving away from him.
“I...I'm sorry. I thought-”
Taehyung’s dick tells him to move and he is, he’s wrapping his hands around your neck and bringing your lips back to him. You taste so good. His tongue is sweeping across your lips and they taste like chocolate. How do you smell like vanilla, but taste like chocolate. You’re a dangerous woman.
And you part those lips and let him kiss you deeper, move his tongue inside your mouth and get more of you and his taste buds. He groans and bites into your lower lip. He's getting hard over a kiss. And it's fucking embarrassing.
“Fuck Taehyung. How long has it been?” You ask as you pull away breathlessly. His eyes search your face and you're glancing down at his erection that is prominent in the thin black basketball shorts he is sporting. Your hand is gripping it tightly.
“How long since you fucked someone?”
Taehyung licks his lips and looks around nervously as you fingers slide to the waistband of the shirts while you lean in and begin peppering his neck with kisses.
“Too long,” he chokes out as your hand slides down his body, cupping his cock and then fingers tickling his balls.
“Do you want me to help you? I can help you if you want,” you whisper as your lips graze the corner of his mouth before you lick your tongue at it, he can feel the stubble prickle under its wetness.
You're kissing him hard and your grip around him tightens and Taehyung can't help but moan again, but this time into your mouth.
“I will take that as a yes,” you mutter before you're stepping back from him and unsnapping the buttons on your dress, letting him see you breasts clearly.
“Here? Now?” Taehyung asks, voice raising in pitch, eyes roving around the common space. All he can see around him is billowing sheets and two stone covered walls. And he looks up. He can see windows but he can't see inside. Can anyone see them?
“I will be quick. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile,” You muse as you settle on your knees for him, pulling his shorts down far enough to let his cock free.
“Fuck me,” Taehyung hisses as your tongue flicks the tip.
“Do you mean suck me?” You tease before you're working your way down his cock, your tongue slathering it messily with saliva. It's messy. He was right, you are a very messy girl.
A messy, dangerous girl.
It doesn’t take long before you're swallowing him down and Taehyung can feel his precum leaking down your throat. Holy shit, you looked like you loved what you were doing right now. Your mouth was stuffed with his cock and your eyes were smiling up at him and you were humming around him.
You were right. This was gonna be quick.
“You taste good Tae. You’ve got a beautiful cock,” you pant to him as you catch your breath and stroke him with your very wet hand, thanks to your efforts.
Taehyung feels his stomach tightening, he was so fucking close to cumming but he wants to cum in your mouth.
“Please,” he whimpers, “please use your mouth again he pants.”
His fingers wind around your neck and you're pliant. You force him back in your mouth easily and Taehyung huffs, his breathing growing ragged.
“Fuck you're good at this.”
“Mmhmm,” you hum.
He peels his eyes open and he can see your tits. And he wants to touch them. Before thinking twice he's hunching forward and using his other hand to slip between the fabric of your dress and his fingertips are soon met with your warm perky nipples and his body jerks forward making you gag on his dick. And the sensation has his body hurdling to orgasm quickly.
“Daddy! Daddy! I hurt myself.”
Taehyung makes an effort to remove his cock from your throat but your hands wrap around his ass and your nails dig into the flesh prompting him to stay in place. You keep still, but your eyes are fixed on him, almost begging him to stay. You keep his cock in your mouth, but no more bobbing, just swallowing around him.
“Are you bleeding?” He pants out.
“No. But I hurt my toe. I stubbed it on the coffee table,” Ella whines. Taehyung can tell she's not hurt but she does want attention. The cries were different.
“Princess, I am almost done,” Taehyung chokes out as you pull back slowly and then quickly shove him back in.
“Where are you, daddy?”
“Ella go back inside and get an ice pack, he warns trying not to sound like his soul is being sucked out from his cock. He feels his orgasm tingling up his spine, your movements have resumed and your hands are holding his ass tightly, pushing him deeper into your mouth.
“But daddy!”
“Princess,” Taehyung begins and his words get cut off when you swallow around him again. There's no way he's not about to cum. It's right fucking there.
“You can have two popsicles,” he shouts out as you repeat the action, his eyes can't help but stare at your lips wrapped around him.
"Okay!" She calls happily and he hears her footsteps retreat and he thanks the universe because he's cumming and he's cumming hard.
He's unloading down your throat and you are sucking it up like a champ. His hips stutter and you begin to make choking sounds. Taehyung panics and uses his strength that's left in him to jerk his cock out of your throat.
“I'm sorry,” he stutters, panic taking over his features as your eyes meet his, your chest is heaving but your eyes are glazed over and a small smile rests on your lips.
You take your fingers and wipe around your mouth and then open it widely. Your mouth is full of spit and his cum. Taehyung's cock throbs at the sight. You close your mouth and gulp loudly as you slowly shift to stand up, him rushing to grab your hand to aid you in the process.
Once to your feet you are buttoning your dress and smoothing it down and Taehyung adjusts himself so his dick is back in his shorts. “I-I,” he begins.
“Daddy! I can't find the popsicles!” Ella cries out. He spins, hearing her hurried feet and before he knows it she's parting through the sheets and grappling to his legs.
“There you are!” She exclaims as she buries her head into his thigh, her cheek smushes against the muscle as she turns to take you in.
“Hi donut lady!” She greets you with a tiny wave and you smile at her. “Hi princess.”
You look back at him and Taehyung's heart is hammering in his chest. So many things are rushing through his mind, how fucking good you are at sucking dick, the way you look so fucking beautiful right now even though you are the messiest woman he's possibly known, and how he almost got caught by getting his dick sucked by, as Ella called you, ‘donut lady’.
"Daddy I can't find the popsicles,” Ella continues to whine, not caring if she interrupted anything.
“Ella, you're being rude. I was talking with Ms. Y/N.”
“But daddy I got hurt. And you promised me two popsicles and I can't find them,” Ella sniffs and smushing her face back into his thigh.
“Taehyung, I actually have to be somewhere, you should go,” You interrupt, taking a step toward your laundry basket and giving him a smile and a nod. “I live right across the way. I will see you around.”
You turn your attention to his little one wrapped around his leg. “Bye princess. Your daddy will help you find those popsicles. He gave me a tasty one earlier.”
You wave and then wink to Taehyung before you disappear behind the sheets.
“I like her daddy. She's nice.”
“Yeah she is, princess. Yes. She Is.”
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A/N: Read part Two here. Part Three here:
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lavienjin · 11 months
just sit pretty | jjk & myg
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synopsis: jungkook's hands are wandering all over your body while yoongi is asleep on your couch. can you fulfill your desires without waking him up?
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p: jungkook x reader x yoongi
wc: 4.1k of gratuitous smut
genre/rating/au: 18+ | threesome, est. rel. au (jjk) | smut, slight crack
warnings: *cracks knuckles* okay, here we go: pwp, reverse cowgirl, idk if this counts as public sex but it’s in front of a sleeping person, exhibitionism, alcohol mention, breast play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, dry humping, dirty talk (jk is kinda mean), thigh job, pussy slapping, name calling :), orgasm delay, fingering, oral (m receiving), clothed sex, hair pulling, throat fucking, handjob, face slapping, breath play (asphixiation), tit slapping, messy sex, there’s a lot of spit?, hand kink, caught having sex... i think that's it
a/n: uhh... happy new years! merry christmas! surprise! to all my yoonkook whores out there, this is my extremely belated chrimbo present to you.
posted: jan 8th, 2022
m. list | ao3
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There's really nothing better than cuddling up with your boyfriend while it's heavily snowing outside.
You’re currently wrapped up under the weight of a large white blanket, with your head tucked neatly under Jungkook’s chin as the two of you watch a documentary, the soft glow of the TV washing the room with whites and golds. Your eyelids are heavy, sleep whispering in your ear as you feel both your heartbeats melting into one.
It would have been a picturesque scene, romantic even, if it weren't for the fact that there's a certain older man that's taking all the space on your couch, banishing you and Jungkook to the small recliner in the corner.
For some reason unknown to you, Yoongi insisted on staying over at you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment despite living only a few more minutes down the road. And although you tried sending signals to Jungkook that you don’t want Yoongi in your apartment, your tender-hearted boyfriend doesn’t have the heart to deny the elder's request.
All things considered, the closeness isn’t so bad. The combination of the smell of Jungkook’s aftershave and his long fingers drawing absentminded shapes on your thighs has you sighing contently into his shoulder. Coupled with the large amount of boozy eggnog you consumed at Hoseok’s new year's party, you’re positive you’re slipping towards the best sleep of your life; feeling safe, warm, and secure in his arms.
That is until Jungkook’s hand creeps closer towards the hem of your shorts; the baggy ones you stole from his wardrobe that provides ample space for his large hand to slip into the pant leg. You look up to see if it's a mistake, your heart thrumming a bit quicker in hopes that it isn't. Jungkook stares straight ahead, barely glancing down at you, and you scoot closer to place a small kiss on his neck.
But then he does it again.
This time, when your eyes slide over to his face, Jungkook can't hide the small, mischievous smile. You're about to say something when he silences you with a glance. He juts his chin to the TV, a silent prompt for you to keep your eyes straight ahead.
Even though you're prepared for the next contact, it's hard to keep your moans to yourself when he drags his knuckle over your clothed slit. His finger goes up and down; from your clit to your entrance, and back again. Your body responds to his touch; your spine locking in place as the world blurs around you.
"Jungkook," you whimper faintly.
You spot the tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as his hand stills, head whipping towards the couch.
You follow his gaze to find that Yoongi's still asleep.
Jungkook adjusts your seating so that your back lies flushed against his chest. He dips his head to nip at the shell of your ear before whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake our guest up. Try to be quiet, yeah?”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod.
Jungkook lifts the hem of your shirt and pulls the cups of your bra down. He squeezes your tits together as his thumbs circle and roll your hardening nipples. His lips make their way to your neck, just at the base of your hairline, where they attach themselves on the tender skin. Your mind is set aflame at the languid way he paws and fondles your breasts.
Your boyfriend is pretending to be completely oblivious to the torture he’s set. You have to choke back a groan when Jungkook twists your nipples between his forefinger and your thumb, the strike of electricity causing your body to shudder. He repeats the action a few more times, rolling, pinching, tugging, turning you more and more putty in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t care less about the way you squirm. He ignores the way your thighs press together or the way you’re biting back moan after moan as you're left completely at his mercy.
Every few seconds, your eyes trail to the sleeping figure to your right, and when you deem that Yoongi is still spending his time in dreamland, you allow yourself a small mewl of ecstasy.
“Can I make you cum with your tits, babe?” Jungkook whispers into your neck as he licks some of the marks he’s left behind.
“I don’t know… I don’t t-think so?” you respond. Yet when he tugs your nipples with such force that it has your back bending towards his palms, you feel lighting strike your spine, and for the first time that night, you moan loud enough that it causes Jungkook to remove his hand from under your shirt to clamp around your mouth.
After determining that Yoongi is still very much asleep, Jungkook forces his remaining hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, discarding the garments onto the floor.
“What did I fucking say about being too loud, huh? Fucking Christ!” he growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside until they hit the back of your throat.
Jungkook pinches your clit in punishment, and your back curves at the sharp pain. You can’t moan; can hardly breathe with his thick fingers crowding your mouth. He does it again, much harder than the last before slipping the tip of his pointer finger inside your hole, thrusting shallowly on purpose to miss the sensitive patch of nerves. Your hips try to chase after the lingering sensation, but his muscled forearm holds you in place, and you’re left squirming; helpless as he draws out your suffering.
“If only you listened to me earlier,” he tuts mockingly, giving the shell of your ear another harsh nip.
You whine in disappointment when Jungkook removes his finger from your cunt, but that earns you another harsh pinch, forcing you to swallow the curses that's threatening to bubble up. You're thrashing in his arms, frustrated at the lack of stimuli. You hear the muffled sound of a zipper opening, and Jungkook bucks his hips into your core as he slides his shorts down. Your eyes roll shut when he does it again.
The soft material of his boxers give you ample friction against your nub, and you grind together with his movements, soaking the fabric with your essence.
“That’s it, angel, just like that. Yeah,” Jungkook groans.
He begins to thrust his fingers into your mouth in a rhythm that matches the sway of your hips. The stimulation is driving you crazy, and the fact that Yoongi is right there and could wake up any second fills you with a carnal hunger that only makes you grind harder. Faster.
“Pretty angel. You wish it was my fat cock in your mouth, huh?” He pinches your tongue between his fingers. “Look at you slobbering over my hand… You're such a fucking mess.”
“J-Jungkook…” you whimper through your crowded mouth. “Empty…”
“What’s that, angel? What’s empty? Is it this cunt of yours?” Jungkook cups your core with his large hand, and begins to grind slow circles on your clit with the heel of his palm before tugging his cock out from its confines.
He taps the blunt head of his cock against your core. "Is this what you want?"
Despite having memorized it, you want nothing more than to see Jungkook’s thick length as he slides the head against your puffy lips. You slide your messy cunt over his shaft, and your head rolls back when the tip slips inside. That small burst of euphoria would explode in your brain, but Jungkook has other plans, and he always pulls out before you’re able to plunge him fully inside.
This little game that he’s playing is getting old, but with your mouth still full, you can’t make any requests aside from the short frustrated grunts of air as Jungkook, yet again, slips out from your pulsing walls.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Jungkook chuckles into your ear. “Aren’t you afraid that Yoongi might wake up?” Mercifully, he slips his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak.
“You started this,” you whine.
“And I can stop it too.”
After uttering those words, Jungkook stills completely. When you look back in dismay, he wears a cocky smile, his hands crossed in front of his clothed chest, with an eyebrow raised up in a challenge.
“Sup?” he asks mockingly with a tilt of his chin.
You say nothing as you stare into his eyes, annoyed that he's fucking with your right now. You squeeze your thighs together, surrounding his length with your warmth, but he doesn’t react; that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.
Looks like you’re going to have to wipe that off yourself.
Keeping your eyes on him as best as you can, you prop your hands on the arms of the chair. Lifting your body slightly, you squeeze and unsqueeze your thighs around his length. The gasp from behind you is all you need to feel triumphant, your lips curving upwards into a victorious smirk. Yet it doesn’t last, because Jungkook, in his immeasurable strength, is able to hold you down and force your legs apart.
“Fine. Here’s the cock you fucking love so much.” He rasps the harsh words in your ear before he lifts you up by the thighs and buries his cock into you in one fluid motion.
Your body shudders at the sudden intrusion; your head lolling backwards onto his shoulder limply.
“So goddamn tight,” he hisses through his teeth. “Don't go passing out on me, you have a job to do.” Jungkook takes hold of your hand and brings it towards your clit. “Rub that pretty pussy for me until you cum.”
Underneath the blanket, you’re beginning to burn, its soft fabric scratchy against your sensitive skin. But you keep it on, afraid to expose your depravity to Yoongi, even if he’s still sound asleep. You glance towards the sleeping figure one more time while you move your fingers with uncertainty.
Is he really asleep? Can't he hear the soft pants that's spilling past your lips?
Jungkook pinches your nipples in warning. "Get on with it, angel."
At first, your fingers shake as you press ight circles on the sensitive nub, but you eventually find a good rhythm; your hips rocking into your palm.
“That’s it baby,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel you tightening up for me. It feels so fucking good.”
His own hands return to your tits, although his touch this time is much gentler. When you’re close to the peak, Jungkook demands that you speed up, replacing your fingers with his own as he tips you by the hair so he can watch every hint of bliss on your face.
Jungkook opens his mouth to mimic your own quiet moans. “Oh shit, so tight for me. God, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream.” Then he hisses as your walls pulse around him before delivering a spank on your clit. “What the fuck? Is that what you want? Oh, you filthy fucking bitch. Does the thought of being watched turn you on? Fine then,” his hand leaves you to rip the blanket away from your burning figure, “try not to scream.”
With both hands under your thigh, Jungkook pulls you up so that only the tip of his cock remains inside of you before forcing you back down. “Oh, fuuuck!” he groans with careless abandon. He uses your body like a rag doll, moving your hips for you as he sinks repeatedly into your heat.
“Shit… Jungkook…” It’s impossible to keep your voice down with Jungkook spearing inside of you. Your brain has turned to mush – hyperfocusing on just the pleasure between your thighs.
You twist towards Jungkook, catching him on the lips between raspy moans. You’re hot, sweaty, and your thighs are starting to ache, but you continue to chase that bliss like a madwoman, grunting at every drag of him inside.
“I’m close,” you whisper into his mouth.
“Good, fuck, me too,” Jungkook husks. He catches your tongue between your lips and sucks at the tender muscle. "Cum with me, baby. I can't wait to fill you up."
You moan dutifully in his mouth, caught in the dizzying sensation—
“What the fuck?”
You yelp as you scramble away from Jungkook. You pull the blanket off the floor to cover yourself, even though you know it’s too late. Yoongi definitely saw everything, although right now, he seems to find your beige-coloured walls to be suddenly interesting.
The seconds seem to tick by slowly. Ugh. This was precisely why you didn’t want anyone to sleep over in your shared apartment. How the fuck are you going to get out of this mess?
Jungkook has the gall to look sheepish, flashing the older man a cute smile that shows off his dimples. “Sorry, I was horny, and she’s so soft, yknow?”
“You couldn’t have, I don’t know, moved to the bedroom?” Yoongi asks, appalled.
You’re about to apologize to save your modesty when Jungkook scoffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on! This is our apartment, we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.”
Yoongi drags his palm over his beet-red face, still refusing to look at the two of you. “That doesn’t mean the living room where there’s a fucking guest sleeping not even a foot away, asshole!”
“For the record, you’re the one intruding,” you huff.
“Yeah! So, it’s technically your fault,” Jungkook chimes in, and squeezes you against his chest. “Feel free to leave, by the way, the door is that way.”
The silence lingers. Yoongi’s fidgeting; he’s crossing and uncrossing his legs. It's then that you wonder why he hasn't gotten up to leave, but you quickly find your answer when your eyes fall past the black turtleneck that shows off his built chest, and onto his lap.
You're about to say something when Jungkook cuts you off, muttering curtly, “Ugh, whatever. If you don’t mind, I have to give my girlfriend a mindblowing orgasm. You can leave or you can join us.”
“Jungkook!” You and Yoongi shout in unison, but for very different reasons.
He rips the blanket away from you and continues his pace as though Yoongi didn’t just interrupt you and he isn’t now watching you fuck. You’re having a hard time feeling embarrassed, because it’s been replaced with relief. Now, you can moan however loud you want without the risk of waking up another human being.
You slide your eyes towards Yoongi, and to your surprise, you find his eyes already on you. His adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You peel Jungkook’s hand away from your hip, and place his fingers in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you coat the digits with your spit, and you groan audibly when Jungkook pushes them further inside.
“Shit.” Yoongi swallows again, still full of hesitancy.
Jungkook responds with a breathy chuckle. “How about you replace my fingers? I don’t think my girl will be satisfied if you don’t join in on the fun.”
You moan in agreement, fluttering your eyelids for added effect.
With an audible groan, Yoongi stands from the couch. On his way to approach you, he strips himself off his pants and boxers, showing off his impressive length. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his cock in your mouth. He's thicker than Jungkook, but not as long. You want to lick the veins that decorate his shaft, all the way down to his balls. Yoongi's cock twitches as you ogle openly, but what comes out of his mouth is–
“A-Are you sure this is cool?”
“Fuck, Yoongi, just stick your dick in her already,” Jungkook groans.
You find this sort of hilarious – how the normally stoic Yoongi can be rendered so speechless. You know better than anyone that your boyfriend has a one-track mind. Right now, Jungkook is hardly paying attention to what's happening because he’s too busy chasing his own high. He couldn't care less whether Yoongi fucks you, but you secretly hope that the older man doesn't just pull up his pants and bail.
Your whine signifies to Jungkook that Yoongi isn't doing anything yet. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, he sits up and pries your mouth open by hooking his fingers into your cheeks, pulling your mouth apart. “Fucking hurry up! She's getting distracted with you just standing there.”
That's all the encouragement Yoongi needs to pull your head down so he can sink himself inside. Your lips are straining to enclose around his shaft, the sheer girth making it almost impossible for you to breathe.
“Okay, baby, you good to continue, right?” Jungkook asks, but he doesn’t wait for your response before he resumes his punishing pace.
Since Yoongi isn’t intent on moving, you grab him by the hips as you match your boyfriend’s rhythm. You take him the best that you could, plunging him past your pillowy lips and down your throat, and you’re rewarded with a loud groan of your name.
Finally, it seems like Yoongi’s letting go of his restraints. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as he pounds your throat.
“How does my favourite fuck toy feel?” Jungkook snickers as he pushes your head onto Yoongi's dick. "Her throat is god-sent, right?"
Yoongi’s completely lost in bliss – his mouth slightly open to pant softly. “Shit – so fucking good.”
“And my baby? Feeling good?” Jungkook asks you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder.
“Mmmh!” you moan around Yoongi’s length in affirmation.
“Gonna need you to be louder, sweetheart,” Jungkook clicks his tongue.
A sharp slap resounds in the air as Jungkook slaps your clit again, and this time, you keen louder, your eyes screwing shut when he soothes the sting with his fingers. “That’s beautiful. God, I can listen to you scream all day. Keep singing for us, angel.”
Without any prior warning, Yoongi strikes you across the cheek. Not hard enough that it hurts, but it does leave you stunned momentarily. “You’re getting distracted. Just because your boyfriend is fucking you, doesn’t mean you can forget who’s controlling your breathing.”
Was this Yoongi’s true colours all along? You can’t say you’re surprised, but it is welcomed for sure. His threat shoots straight down your core, causing you to gush out spurts of liquid onto the upholstery. You tear yourself away from Yoongi’s cock to groan; the long-overdue orgasm is about to crest over you. But the older man tightens his grip on your head to bring you back, and this time, his pretty hand wraps itself around your throat, his thumb pressing on your pulse point.
“You really can’t fucking listen to simple directions, huh? Don’t think you get to cum without us, bitch.” Yoongi growls.
Jungkook chuckles. “That’s what you get for being distracted, angel.” His large hands return to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples before he delivers a firm slap on your mounds. “Oooh, yes, tighten up more for me… fuck.”
“Mmh!” you cry. You pop Yoongi’s cock out of your mouth to give your jaw a break, your hand replacing your mouth’s movements. With your eyes firmly on his, you lean forward to lick his balls, groaning at the taste that coats your tongue. You give each of them your undivided attention, popping one in your mouth to coat them in spit, all the while bouncing on Jungkook's cock.
“Taste good?” Yoongi chuckles while patting your head. It’s an endearing motion, and you happily nod along, a drunken smile plastered on your face. “Oh, I bet you taste good too. Stick your tongue out, angel.”
You straighten up as best you can, pushing the wet muscle past your lips. Yoongi bends down to grab your face with his large hand, tipping your chin up so he has better access to your face. He clamps his lips around your tongue and sucks, a heady groan sounding in the back of his throat.
“Oi, keep shaking your ass, baby. Don’t forget who’s making you cum tonight,” Jungkook grunts. He digs his fingers into your ass to remind you, as though it’s easy for you to forget the large cock that’s spearing inside of you.
You giggle, parting from Yoongi's lips to resume jacking him off, while you turn back to face your boyfriend. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re jealous over a little kiss. You know I only love you.” You punctuate your words by clenching your walls, earning you a loud, throaty moan from the raven-haired boy.
“You say that, but you look so happy when I fuck your throat. I would argue that you just love cocks,” Yoongi sneers, maneuvering you to face him again. You open your mouth obediently when the tip of his cock taps your lips. When he sinks in, he hisses, though there’s a satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes fill with tears. “God… if only you could see yourself right now.”
You hum in satisfaction at the compliment. It’s a miracle enough to have one very attractive man fucking you… but two? You’re in euphoria; tuned into your deepest, most carnal desires. You let both men use you to their satisfaction, and it isn’t long before both their thrusts become erratic, hips stuttering as their high reaches its peak.
Sweat slicks your back as you chase after your own elusive ember. Twice now you’ve gone to the brink of bliss, only to be pulled away. If it happens again, you’re not sure you’d stay sane. With determination, you slam your hips on Jungkook’s cock, and your hand comes up to help stroke Yoongi along until both men are left panting and groaning.
“Shiiit, fuck!” Jungkook swears, tightening his grip on your hips as he matches your rhythm. He snakes his hand in between your legs, rubbing your forgotten clit to aid you along.
“Eager to be painted in cum, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s breathless – his words coming out laboured as his hips stutter. “Fuck – ah… Swallow it all, baby. I wanna see you drink me in.”
Yoongi plunges deep into your throat, holding your head with his large hand as you choke around him. You can hardly breathe with your nose pressed into his dark curls, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the world spins due to the lack of oxygen.
“Fuck –“ he manages to utter as you’re forced to swallow his seed. When he finishes emptying himself inside of you, you open your mouth wide to show him your efforts.
"Good girl," Yoongi praises, pressing his lips on the tops of your head. "Now you can focus on getting your boyfriend to cum."
As Yoongi collapses on the floor, you bring your attention to Jungkook. You clench your walls so they constrict around him – milking him until he comes undone with a loud groan, body shaking as he paints your insides in white.
“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum—ahhh…” Jungkook grunts, driving his cock deep into your pussy.
It's the edge you need to crumble into pleasure. Your body burns white hot; stars dancing across your vision. "C-Cumming!" you yelp, and you too, shiver with pleasure, spine locking up and toes curling while the waves slam against your battered body.
“Shit – Jungkook, Jungkook… fuck… no more. No more!” you wail when your boyfriend keeps thrusting inside. You’re sweaty and sore, used past the point where you can no longer feel your legs.
You collapse back onto Jungkook’s chest, your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your lips as he kisses you languidly. His softening cock slips out of you, bringing with it a glob of your mixed juices that drip onto his leg, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care, too focused on basking in the glow of an orgasm.
Yoongi’s faring no better. His legs can't seem to support his weight. So he lies sprawled on the floor, breathing hard with an arm draped over his eyes.
“I just want to say, this was not what I had in mind when I asked if I could crash at your place tonight,” Yoongi says as he huffs out a chuckle.
“To be fair,” you murmur, sitting up to grab a few tissues from the small table next to you. “Jungkook started it.”
“Yeah,” your boyfriend laughs as he wraps his arms around you. Jungkook pecks at your cheek before settling his head on your shoulder. “And you get to reap the benefits too. We did all the hard work while you sat there and looked pretty.”
You kiss Jungkook’s temple with a smile, just above his piercing. “How about next time I do all the work while you boys lie down?”
Yoongi perks up at this, sitting up to gape at you. “There’s a next time?”
Two pairs of eager eyes stare at you as you stand to stretch out the cramps from sitting too long. With a sly grin at the two of them, you wink, "Only if I get to 'just sit there and look pretty'."
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moon's notes: i spent a total of 1 whole day writing this entire thing. so i'm slightly delirious right now. my inspiration? comes from the fact that i was thinking about cockwarming while watching a movie and all of a sudden yoongi came along???????? i don't know. i have no excuse to write this sordid fic full of filth, but i do hope you enjoyed reading it c:
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taleasnewastime · 9 months
Ruin the friendship
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Summary: You’ve met the love of your life. The words are what Jungkook’s always dreamed of, except it’s not him you’re talking about. Firmly in the friendzone Jungkook dreams of something more but has always had to suffer with second best. He’s not sure what it is about this guy, he’s no worse than any other of the guys you’ve dated, but this time Jungkook realises he’s done being just your friend. The only question, will telling you be everything he hopes, or will it ruin the friendship?
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: Best friends to lovers; angst; fluff
Word count: 12.5k
Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, unrequited love, heavy pining, toxic relationship, drinking, swearing
Authors Note: Surprise! I hope you enjoy!!
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“I’ve met him.”
“What do you mean who?” You say as you glide past Jungkook, flop onto the empty sofa taking up all the space leaving Jungkook with the beanie bag. “I’ve met him. The love of my life.”
Jungkook would stutter but he’s so used to it, so used to you doing this that he doesn’t even react. It’s a common occurrence for you to declare your love for everyone; the man who smiles at you in the street, the man who held a door open for you, the cat who let you rub its belly, the fictional girl in your book, the cute squishy octopus in the window display. Everyone.
He pushes the door closed before turning to the room, takes you sprawled on his sofa in and tries to not feel jealous of this unknown love of your life.
“And what does this one look like?” He says mockingly, feigning disinterest.
You push up onto your elbows, shoot him an offended glare before flopping back down to look at the ceiling. He huffs a laugh before walking towards you, he doesn’t even have to say anything for your legs to lift into the air, making room for him to sit before they plop back down onto his lap. The warmth immediately seeps into him.
“He’s perfect,” the words make Jungkook’s heart pang. “He’s hot as hell but he’s also so sweet, he bought me a coffee and wrote his number on it next to a little smiley face.”
“Very 21st century of him,” Jungkook mutters loud enough for you to hear but you ignore him.
“He walked me to work and then text me straight away and … I don’t know he just felt like such an old school gentleman, you know?”
Jungkook doesn’t know and honestly doesn’t want to know, but he still nods.
“And now he’s the love of your life?”
It’s said lightly, meant as a long-standing joke between the two of you. You who easily falls in love and him who laughs at your troubles. But this one is different, it’s not some inanimate object or a passer-by, it’s someone you spoke to, someone who you now have their number. Inside he’s not laughing, he’s screaming. That’s it? That’s all a guy needs to do to be the love of your life? Buy you coffee? Give you a winning smile and walk you to work? Yeah, it’s fucking funny.
“No man has ever done that for me.”
“I have,” he points out.
“No man has ever done that for me before knowing me,” you rectify.
“I was shy and nerdy when I first met you,” he defends himself. “Plus, we were students, I hardly had money to live let alone treat you to overpriced coffee.”
Your foot moves, bangs lightly into his stomach and though he can’t quite see your face from this angle he knows you’re wearing a smile.
“You trying to tell me you want to be the love of my life Jeon?”
Yes. He wants the scream the word, wants to point out how it’s not like he’s not been hiding the fact all these years, the fact you even ask that is point enough. It’s only because you’ve always denied and avoided all his hints that’s meant he’s never pursued it further. He’s left the trail to his heart and if you haven’t followed it, it’s obviously because you don’t feel the same.
“What I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t make him a good guy just because he’s bought you a coffee.”
You hum, more a grown of annoyance than anything. “You always spoil my fun,” you say the words lightly, not really meaning them and it’s because of that he knows he’s lost. He’s being serious but you’re not taking him seriously.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Very 21st century of you,” you use his early quip against him, and he ignores you the way you did him.
“You don’t know who he is and I don’t want someone taking advantage of you.”
You push yourself up onto your elbows again, but this time you keep moving, remove your feet from his lap so you can cross them below your legs. He misses the weight but it’s outweighed by the fact he can now see your face, that you attention is firmly on him and then by the fact that you pick up his hand. He used to hate physical touch, still does, but with you it’s different. He loves looking at his large hand grasped between your two hands, loves to feel your fingers trail patterns on his hand, loves that you’re fascinated by his tattoos and are always drawn to tracing them with your fingers, loves your constant warmth.
You both watch as your finger runs along the edge of the heart on the back of his hand.
“He’s not going to kidnap me Jungkook.”
“I didn’t say he’s going to.”
“I know you’re just being a good best friend and are trying to play protector, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I can recognise danger.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“I can judge good or bad character.”
You look up at him, your gaze drifting from his hand to his eyes and you’re so close it takes his breath away. A frown has formed between his brows while a smile has blossomed on your lips.
He doesn’t necessarily agree with your last statement but he’s not going to admit that to you, it would only upset you, so instead he remains silent. You’ve had shitty boyfriends in the past, made some questionable friends. You’re too sweet, too trusting, have insecurities that mean you don’t think you deserve everything he knows you do, settle for second best rather than striding for all you could have.
“After all, you’re my best friend.”
His heart cracks even as he smiles down at you, mirroring your own smile. Friend. It’s the zone he’s always sat with you and even though it kind of pains him, he’ll gladly take it. He’s your best friend, not just friend, it means he gets more than a lot of people, it means you tell him everything, it means he get’s everything apart from that one small intimate side he so craves.
“And you’re my best friend,” he says. “Which is why I want you to be careful.”
You laugh, sweet and soft. “Alright dad.”
You roll your eyes as you drop his hand and shift away from him settling into the sofa. His eyes stay on you as yours go to the TV that’s playing a show he’s long forgotten about.
“What we watching then?”
The words snap him out of the daze you’ve thrown him into. He looks to the TV, tells you it’s rubbish and that you can pick something else, pushes the guy from his mind and focuses on enjoying the night, on enjoying time with just you.
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“You need to tell her.”
“Tell her what?”
“You’ve sat here for nearly half an hour spilling your heart out to me and you’re going to ask that?”
“I didn’t spill my heart out.”
“You just went on about how a guy bought her a coffee and how if you did that she’d just give you a funny look.”
“Exactly, not spilling my heart.”
“Mate, you’re in way too deep,” Taehyung chuckles falling back into his chair. Jungkook wishes he could find this situation as funny as Tae finds it.
“This isn’t helping.”
“I don’t really know what else you expected.”
Jungkook sighs, takes a sip of the beer he’s left warming in his hand, winces at the taste. He doesn’t really know what to say to that. He’s not really expecting anything from Taehyung other than an ear to listen, but the fact he has no advice still irks him more than it should.
“You should tell her.”
Jungkook takes a longer gulp of his beer, preferring the gross warm liquid to replying to that statement. He shouldn’t have even opened up to Tae about it all, but then if he didn’t who else was he supposed to talk to? Tae knows everything, was at uni with the two of you, couldn’t really escape the constant pining from Jungkook. Jungkook didn’t tell him his feelings, Tae could just read the blaring signs, unlike you.
“You’re torturing yourself by doing this.”
“Doing what? Being her friend?”
“By silently complying that she should date any other man than you.”
“I didn’t silently –”
Taehyung waves a hand in front of him as if sweeping the words away. “Eh, to-may-to, to-mah-to. You can’t pretend you’re ok with this and not tell her what you really feel.”
“I tell her, she just doesn’t listen, she thinks I’m joking.”
“Yeah, because you’ve never actually told her how you feel.”
Jungkook downs the last dregs of his bottle. Yep, the liquid is way nicer than replying to Tae. He stands up, looks down at Taehyung silently judging him.
“Want another?” He lifts his empty bottle to signal what he’s referring to but doesn’t wait for a reply as he heads to the kitchen.
“I’m just telling you like it is,” Taehyung says loud enough for Jungkook to hear him as he opens the fridge. “Not my fault if you don’t like the truth. If you don’t follow my advice than more fool you.”
Jungkook opens his bottle and leans back against the counter. He knows Taehyung’s right. He’s always known that’s what he needs to do, just tell you how he feels. But he’s scared, what if you don’t feel the same back? And almost as scary, what if you do feel the same back?
He’s come to terms with this way of life that if you actually felt the same he doesn’t know what would happen, he imagines he’ll spontaneously combust. He’s wanted you so bad for so long and has thought that you don’t want him as more than a friend for that whole time that he doesn’t know what will happen if he’s been wrong.
But no, it’s too big a risk. Losing you would be too much, even if the possible gain would be to have more of a relationship with you. Plus, he’s 99% sure you don’t return any feelings towards him – wouldn’t something have happened if you did?
He takes a drink of now cold beer and heads back to the living room, moves the conversation on when he sits down. But Tae’s words have planted a seed. He’s said it so many times before he’s not sure what’s different about this time, but even as the conversation moves on Jungkook can’t stop thinking about what if he tells you everything.
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He remembers when he first met you. You were both young, naïve, fresh faced university students. He was nerdy, lanky, not yet into working out, and completely helpless around women. You were insecure, wanting to make something of yourself, and you were so, so pretty.
He saw you at orientation for film club. He was picking at his nails in the corner, wide eyes flicking around the room wondering why the hell he had come here. He loved films and had promised his mum he’d try and join at least one club, put himself out there even just a little. But this was as nerve wracking as he had expected.
His eyes flicked around the room, trying to work out who he should talk to and what he should say when he approaches them, when he notices you. You look nervous, but you’re still stood in a small group of people, fake smile plastered on your face.
Your beautiful. It’s the first thought that goes through his mind when he sees you. The second thought is that he’s decided who he’s going to talk to.
He doesn’t really know what comes over him, how he gets his feet to move and he certainly has no idea what he’s going to say when he reaches you. But somehow his feet move and keep going and then he’s stood there, next to you.
You look at him, eyes wide with curiosity. He’s ready to say hi, to introduce himself, but that’s not the words that leave his lips.
“What’s your favourite film?”
Your head tips to the side, your eyes flickering at the unexpected first question. You’re at the film society meeting and yet he can tell no one has asked you the question tonight, or at least hasn’t asked it as their introduction. You don’t pause for long though, answer the question.
“Howls moving castle.”
His eyes brighten and he listens as you passionately tell him why the film is a modern-day masterpiece and he realises it’s not just your looks that he’s drawn to. It’s at that moment that he realises he loves you, or at least that he could easily fall.
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You take a tear out of the pizza, grease smearing along you lips. Some people would look at you and think it’s disgusting, but Jungkook can only look and smile.
“What?” You say through the mouthful of food.
Jungkook shakes his head. “You’re disgusting.”
You roll your eyes before shoving more food into your mouth.
He takes a bite of his own pizza, tries not to let his eyes get too fixated on you. It’s hard though, nights like these are his favourite. Just the two of you, greasy food, a film on in the background but mostly it’s the fact that you have no make-up on, your hair swept up into a messy bun away from the food and baggy clothes – it’s especially good when you haven’t packed any comfy clothes and ask to borrow some of his clothes.
It’s on nights like this that he feels domestic, that he can almost pretend there’s more between the two of you than just friendship.
“Anyway, I have some exciting news for you,” you say when you’ve finished a slice. Jungkook raises an eyebrow in interest even though his gut is telling him he’s not going to like whatever you say. “Doug’s asked me out on a date.”
You’re beaming and he tries to return the gesture but struggles. Doug, the coffee shop guy who you’ve been texting for just over a week. And who you are now apparently going on a date with.
Jungkook’s had to watch you date people ever since he’s known you and it’s not like he’s remained celibate, it’s just that there’s something about this that feels different. Maybe it’s your age, the fact you’ve been commenting on how you’re getting older and want to settle down, are sick of meaningless short-term relationships. Maybe it’s because of Tae’s comments, how Jungkook should just pluck up the courage and tell you how he feels. Maybe it’s because he can feel you slipping through his fingers, that he’s getting scared of losing you altogether, that nights like this are getting closer to stopping completely.
He watches the smile dim on your face and he forces his smile a little more, but it’s too late, you’ve already seen through his act.
“Don’t say anything about being careful,” you complain, picking up another slice of pizza and aggressively shoving it in your mouth. “I was hoping you’d be happy for me.”
“I am happy for you,” Jungkook half lies, because although he’s devastated by the news, he also realises that ultimately if it makes you happy that’s what’s best.
“Then why do you have a face like a slapped ass?”
“You told me not to tell you to be careful,” he says lightly but your eyes flash at him and he’s quick to try and dig himself out of the hole. “Joking. I am happy for you. I guess I’m just jealous.”
He regrets the words as soon as he says them, can feel his ears heating as you seem to melt in front of him. It’s not quite how he expected to declare his feelings or how he expected you to react, but he can’t take the words back now.
“Aww Kook,” you say, setting down your half-eaten slice. “I didn’t realise. I can definitely try and set you up with someone. Or help you set up a dating profile, you know, a female perspective might help.”
His heart plummets, feels like it falls all the way out his ass. Of course you would have interpreted his words that way. He’s so shocked that he can’t even find the words to reply and you must take his silence for something else as you keep talking.
“And I won’t rub this in your face, if it makes you upset then I can just –”
“No,” Jungkook almost shouts the word to stop you before calming down and saying the next words in a rush. “I just mean it doesn’t upset me, I want to hear about it. I’m happy for you, I guess it does just make me wonder what I’m doing with life.”
“Well, I mean it when I said I’d set you up with someone.”
He shakes his head, lets out a small laugh as he mutters, “thanks, but I’ll figure it out.”
You don’t look convinced, he can almost see the wheels turning in your head, your mind going through a list of all your single friends. You’ve tried in the past and he’s always passed the opportunity of dating one of your friends. He’s had relationships, albeit short relationships, but he draws the line with dating people close to you. That would be a sure fired way of slamming shut any potential door to dating you, not that there’s any door remotely open in the first place.
“Come on then, where’s he taking you?”
He can sense you deciding whether to linger on the subject but you take his bait, start telling him about the drinks and outfit you’ve already planned. He smiles along, genuinely does find some amount of joy in watching you like this, just wishes he was the cause of it.
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You hadn’t messaged to say you were coming by, but the knock at the door gives away that it’s you. Not because you have a special knock, but because only you knock on his door, everyone else having to buzz at the main door.
He opens the door and there you are, incredibly drunk, leaning against the door frame as if it’s the only thing holding you up. A lazy smile on your face, your eyes squinted as if you’re struggling to hold them open.
“Jeon,” you slur pushing yourself off the wall, wobbling and swaying as you push past him into the flat.
“I wasn’t expecting you here tonight,” he says to the now empty corridor before swinging the door shut and following you to the kitchen. “Good night with Doug I take it?”
It’s him that now leans against the door frame, arms crossed and feet crossing as his eyes trail you around the kitchen. He tries not to gaze at the way your little black dress rides up when you reach for a glass, tries not to think how great that shade of red looks on your lips, tries not to feel jealous that you went on a date with another guy looking like that.
“The best,” you sigh the word before blasting the cold water tap and filling your glass.
“And yet you’re here, not with lover boy?” He raises an eyebrow at you, can’t keep the smug smile off his face.
“Hey,” you jut your now full glass at him, giggling as the water sloshes as if you’d completely forgotten you were holding it. “That’s your fault.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, his head flopping to the side, his heart giving a pang as if in hope. You just take a massive gulp of your water increasing his anticipation before speaking.
“You told me to be careful,” you explain and now Jungkook’s heart truly does flop all over the place.
“I didn’t exactly think that would mean you’d turn up here.”
You shrug, not offended as you gulp down the rest of your water.
“Want some paracetamol?” He asks as you fill your glass again, doesn’t wait for a reply as he heads over to the cabinet.
“You’re the best Kook,” you pout up at him as take the offered paracetamol.
He forces himself to take a step back to give you room to take the medicine. But his eyes can’t leave you as he leans back against the countertop.
“How much exactly did you drink tonight?” He asks, watching the way you softly sway even when stood still. “Or better yet, how did you get here?”
“Well,” you down the dregs of your water before placing the empty glass on the counter behind you and then lean back into it so you’re stood opposite sides of the room facing each other. Your eyes are hazy as you look at him and he wonders how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow. “Doug put me in a car after buying me approximately five drinks. It could have been more though because honestly I wasn’t counting.”
Jungkook hums, a smile tugging on his lips as he looks across at you. You look like you’re honestly trying so hard to remember. And from the way you’re acting he can tell that five drinks is an underestimate. It’s not like you’re a good drinker or that this is the drunkest he’s ever seen you, he just knows you and knows you’ve had a lot to drink tonight.
“So Doug put you in a car?” He clarifies and you nod your head at him. “And he sent you here?”
You giggle as if what he’s said is completely ridiculous, as if he’s completely missed the mark. The noise finally gets him to smile, his lips turning upwards as he lightly shakes his head at you.
“Doug invited me back to his,” you say it lightly but Jungkook’s smile falls, his heart drops. And then you carry on. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you told me to be careful and thought that maybe this was moving too fast. I mean if I like him and if I want this to be a series thing, what’s the rush? Anyway, I just started thinking about what you said and then I was thinking about you and then I wanted to see you and so I just thought I’d come here.”
Jungkook’s heart is hammering in his chest, but you seem completely oblivious. Speaking the words as if they’re throw away comments, but Jungkook is sure he’ll remember them for the rest of his life. You were on a date and thought of him? Better yet, you were on a date and couldn’t stop thinking of him so just came over? He knows he’s your best friend, but something like hope sparks inside him at the comment.
It's late though and as much as he would love to stay up and talk or do something, you’re still swaying on the spot and your eyes seem to be getting hazier the longer you stand.
“You want to sleep over?”
You nod, a smile blossoming on your face. “I love sleepover’s,” you whisper.
He huffs a laugh as pushes off the counter. He walks towards you, but rather than reaching out for you he grabs the empty cup.
“You’ve got to have lots of water though,” he says over the running water.
You nod again and then silent start to plod towards his bedroom. Jungkook carries your water, following behind.
“Do you ever wonder if you would have been accused of being a witch in like the 16th century?”
“What?” Jungkook frowns as you sit on the edge of the bed while he continues around the room, placing your water down and then trying to find something you can sleep in.
“Of course you don’t, you’re a guy,” you sigh before falling backwards, eyes now on the ceiling.
“And this is something you think of?”
“I’m an old single woman. I just think that would have been suss back in the day.”
“You’re not old.”
“Maybe not now, but back then girls were marrying at like 14.”
He pulls a clean top out, one that is large on him so will completely swallow you, hopefully enough for his thoughts to not drift anywhere unsafe. He stands in front of you, knees nearly touching, places the top on the bed next to you before offering you a hand to help you up. When he sees your face you’re pouting, your eyes sad and he has to wonder what this is all about.
“You wouldn’t have been accused of being a witch,” he tries to reassure you.
“Maybe I’ll just become an old crazy cat lady.”
“Cat ladies are cool,” you shoot him a look that shows you don’t buy it and he realises what this is all about. “I thought the date went well?” He pauses but you don’t respond. “Don’t worry, I’ll marry you before you’re left all alone.”
You continue to eye him, suspicious and he wonders how after all this time you still can’t see that all he’s saying is completely true, that he’d happily marry you tomorrow if you asked.
“I wouldn’t do that to you Kook,” you finally say, before standing up. He’s stood so close that your face nearly plants into his shoulder and while he steps back you don’t seem to care. “You’ll want to marry someone better than me.”
“I won’t,” he says gently and when you don’t reply he’s unsure if it’s because you didn’t hear or because you’re choosing to ignore him. Either way, the conversation is cut short when you start to lift your dress over your head.
He heats, immediately spins around as if he’s suddenly realised he’s left something in his cupboard he needs to pay full attention to. It’s another thing over the years that’s solidified that he’s in the friend zone, the fact you so easily get changed in front of him. It’s not like you get naked, but you so unashamedly get down to your underwear, always citing that it’s no different to him seeing you in a bikini. And that may be true, but it really does not help Jungkook and the raging boner he always seems to get when you start to take your clothes off around him.
Jungkook choses to be more subtle as he changes, strips down to his boxers and keeps his top on. He’d normally sleep naked, but even walking around in just his boxers feels inappropriate. When he turns around you’re already tucked up into bed, only your head poking out from under the covers.
“Do you remember when we first met?” It’s a rhetorical question, you don’t even let him answer because of course he remembers. “You were all eyes and teeth and so skinny. But look at you now Kook. You really love the gym huh?”
He looks down at himself as if trying to see what you see but really he’s trying to hide how flustered that makes him feel. Are you trying to say he has a good body?
“You’re drunk and tired. Go to sleep,” he says as flatly as he can manage, before turning off the light.
“Where you going?”
“To the sofa?”
“You’re not sleeping here?”
“You’re sleeping here.”
He hears a soft sigh and some shuffling before you say. “There’s enough room for you too.”
His heart is pounding. He knows there’s enough room for two people, he’s shared the bed with others before. But the thought of sleeping next to you, in his bed, wearing his clothes, probably being able to feel your body heat; it all sounds like a lot.
“Or I’ll just take the sofa,” he hears some more rustling and what sounds like you trying to get out of the bed. “I’m not going to steal your bed from you when I’ve already stolen your evening.”
He doesn’t think as he heads over to you, doesn’t think as he bends down and pushes on your shoulder to stop you from getting up. His eyes have adjusted to the dark so he can see how close to your face he is, can feel your breath on his skin.
“I thought this was a sleepover, I just want to spend time with you.”
He smiles at your contradicting words, knows you’re just trying to say anything to get him to sleep here, not because you want to sleep with him but because you’d feel guilty if he slept on the sofa.
He nods before realising you might not be able to see the movement. “Ok. Scootch over.”
He catches a flash of teeth before you’re rolling away making room for him. He tries to steady his heart as he slips under the covers, tries to think of anything but the fact you’re next to him in his bed. But the space is too warm and however hard he tries he can’t escape the clear fact he’s not alone.
“Comfy?” You whisper and when he twists in your direction he’s met with your eyes staring back.
“Yeah. You?”
He can feel as well as see the way your head moves. And then the room falls into silence, your breaths growing steady as your eyes fall heavy. He feels a tad creepy watching you fall asleep but he’s suddenly not tired, so he has nothing else to do. But you’re still trying to fight back sleep, your eyes dropping closed and then slowly opening back to look at him.
“I love you Kook,” you whisper just before your eyes fall firmly closed.
He feels happy and sad at the words all at once. He knows you mean them, but he also knows you don’t mean them the way he wants you to. Still, even though you aren’t conscious to hear him say them and even though he means them in a completely different way, he whispers them back.
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He gets a text from you week or so later. Nothing particularly spectacular happened after you slept over, but he’s not spoken to you much since. You woke up in bed together, you were incredibly hungover, Jungkook got up and made coffee and breakfast while you showered. It was normal, it was domestic, but it wasn’t romantic, it was just two friends hanging out. The problem it seems is that you’re friends that aren’t of the same gender and that seems to give people the wrong opinion or, it seems, upsets them.
He's about to meet Tae for a coffee when his phone goes off, but he’s so close to the café that he waits till he has coffee in is hands before opening it.
He smiles when he sees your name and then immediately frowns when he reads the message.
Y/N: Hey, so I’ve been on a few more dates with Doug – it’s all going great!! But I thought I should apologise for being a bit MIA. Doug found out about the other night and he wasn’t happy that I slept at yours. Sorry if I’ve been MIA but I just think maybe we need some space for a bit. Hope you’re doing ok xxx
Jungkook reads the message several times before it fully sinks in. Every time it feels like he gets a different meaning so that by the end he’s silently fuming.
He’d not really thought much about you being quiet these past few weeks. Sure, your messages were short but they were still frequent. And though he hasn’t seen you since, he’s not selfish enough to take a problem with that, Jungkook doesn’t own you and he realises he’s only a friend and that you’re currently dating someone.
The fact you’re even calling this out irks Jungkook more than anything. It’s so unlike you and he can almost read the fact that Doug has put you up to this, has told you that you have to tell Jungkook you can’t see him.
Maybe he’s reading too much into it. Projecting his negative feelings toward Doug so that the truth twists itself to his whim. But when he sends a message to say it’s all ok, that he didn’t mean to upset anyone and that he’s happy you’re happy and would still love to meet up soon to catch up, the response he gets almost proves his thoughts.
Your message makes it sound like you’re relieved he’s taken it so well, as if Jungkook would ever shout at you. And then you go on to say that although you’d love to meet now isn’t the best time.
“What’s riled you up?”
Jungkook physically jumps at the voice. Looks up from his phone to see Tae sliding into the chair opposite. He raises his eyebrow in question before taking a sip of his smoothie.
Jungkook sighs. “Apparently Y/N’s boyfriend isn’t happy about her being friends with me.”
“They’re official?”
Of course Tae would focus on the unimportant point.
“I don’t know. Possibly. Probably,” Jungkook waves a hand dismissively.
“And this has you annoyed?” Tae sips his drink, his face innocent but his eyes hold a knowing look.
“She came back to mine drunk one night,” this seems to peak Tae’s interest, he sets his drink on the table, full focus on Jungkook. “It was after a date and she came to mine and we just hung out and I made sure she had some water and then we went to bed.”
Jungkook shrugs but Tae’s eyes narrow, knowing he’s holding back.
“We slept in my bed, together, but like, just next to each other,” Jungkook rushes the words out. “And I guess Doug found out or Y/N told him because now he doesn’t want her seeing me.”
“Jesus,” Tae sighs. “I can’t blame him.”
“You slept with his girlfriend,” he says and when Jungkook goes to protest Tae is quick to re-word. “You may have just slept in the same bed, but come on, I’d be pissed if my girlfriend did that with another guy, even if it was with her best friend.”
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Jungkook mutters irritated, he was hoping Tae would be on his side.
“Nor do you. But I bet if you did you’d feel the same. Let’s say, hypothetically, you were dating, oh I don’t know, Y/N. You wouldn’t be pissed if she slept in the same bed as someone?”
“Not if it was her best friend.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and then shoots him a look as if to say really?
“Ok, I’d be a little annoyed,” a triumphant smile lights up Taehyung’s face, only irking Jungkook more. “But I wouldn’t be so annoyed that I’d tell her she couldn’t see the guy anymore.”
Even though Taehyung doesn’t agree out loud Jungkook can tell that he does at least agree. It at least makes him feel a little better about the situation, that he has even the smallest amount of someone on his side.
“It’s a new relationship. She’s still finding her feet, they both are. It’s probably just a massive overreaction.”
Jungkook wants to believe Tae, he really does, and though he nods and agrees he can’t help but feel like you’re slowly slipping out of his fingers.
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Days turn into weeks as Jungkook wonders how much space exactly you need. He’s heard from you through short, single word texts and he’s seen you at nights with friends, but he can tell something’s changed. You don’t want to hang out with Jungkook like you once did. You don’t have pizza nights or film nights just the two of you anymore.
He doesn’t want to worry about you, but he does. He doesn’t want to pin the blame on Doug, but he does.
He’s heard enough about the guy to know he doesn’t like him. It’s not only because he’s got the honour of dating you, but because by the sound of it he’s not even doing a good job of it. Doug isn’t treating you like the Goddess you deserve to be. And yet you seem to be falling for him hook line and sinker.
He can’t help but think back to the night you spoke about how you’d be accused of being a witch. Is this why you’re so willingly letting him in? Because you’re worried your getting old and are still single?
Jungkook has messaged you, reached out and tried to be normal around you. And you’ve replied, had an excuse for every cancelled meeting. He has no reason to have a go at you, and yet he still feels like you’re slipping away from him.
But what can he say? What can he do? He’s not sure. He feels like all he can do is watch you go and remain here ready if you ever need to come back.
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“Oh my god,” Tae slaps a hand to his chest and Jungkook’s eyes shoot to what he’s looking at. “She’s actually arrived.”
You roll your eyes and smile as you slip into an empty chair. Tae is being overly dramatic, but he’s making a point behind the joke and though you laugh and roll your eyes, Jungkook hopes you take note.
“I said I was coming didn’t I?”
Tae hums, mixing his drink with his straw, the noise saying everything he won’t say aloud; it hasn’t stopped you not coming before. Or at least in the last month or so when your relationship with Doug has intensified.
“I was half expecting you to bring someone else with you.”
Jungkook’s eyes are trained on you for the full exchange, he wants to gage your reaction to the gentle accusations. Tae hadn’t mentioned he was going to do this, he hadn’t even told Jungkook these were his feelings towards you and your latest relationship. Last he knew Tae was still of the opinion he gave at that coffee shop. But he’s glad he’s no longer alone in his thoughts, that Tae can finally see how toxic your relationship is. You, seemingly, are still naïve to it, if your smile and continued eye rolls are anything to go off.
“Maybe you should stop confronting her or she’ll take your advice and never meet us again,” Emily chips in and Jungkook doesn’t miss the thankful look you shoot her.
Tae, thankfully, just hums and doesn’t push the topic. He’s someone that will make his point but won’t hold a grudge. Jungkook, on the other hand, can’t so easily let go.
He watches you out of the corner of his eye, glances your way when he can see you’re not looking his way. It feels like it’s been ages since he’s seen you, at least it’s been ages since he’s really seen you anyway. Because you haven’t come to his flat since that night you stumbled drunkenly through his door, you haven’t invited him to yours, he’s not seen you outside of groups and even then – as Tae said – you hardly come.
You look the same though. Still as beautiful, still as heart aching, still his best friend.
Yet, you seem sadder. Not necessarily noticeable, you still laugh and smile, but Jungkook notices. Your eyes somehow dimmer, you smile somehow not quite lighting up your face. But at least you’re here. It feels somehow like a small gift if your welfare isn’t good.
Jungkook’s leg bobs under the table as the conversation moves around him, trying not to be obvious with his glances at you and trying not to be obvious with his concern.
“What’s everyone bought for Jimin’s birthday then?”
“I got him some wool.”
Jungkook frowns at Tae. “For his cat?”
“No. He’s taken up crochet,” he says as if it’s a fact everyone should know.
“Surprised you didn’t get him matching rings or something,” Emily jokes.
“Got that for Christmas,” Tae just shrugs, seemingly to the joke. “What you get?”
“Beer,” Emily says.
“Tickets to a gig,” Jungkook adds.
All eyes fall to you and your silence speaks wonders, even if you weren’t so obviously fiddling with your cup and avoiding eye contact.
“I got him some fun film for his polaroid,” you say and everyone nods, satisfied, well, Tae and Emily do anyway, Jungkook just watches you, trying to decipher what’s gotten into you. It doesn’t take long to work it out.
“So you got him beer? Is that so you can drink it at the party?”
“Of course not,” Emily says with a sarcastic smile.
“Cheap,” Taehyung says the word behind a cough.
“Don’t blame me for being smart,” Emily holds up her hands in fake surrender. “Anyway, we arriving to this together?”
“I’ll probably be there to help set up,” Taehyung replies.
“Sure, we can go together,” Jungkook says when Emily’s eyes land on him.
All eyes turn to you again and this time he can really see how awkward you are. You look uncomfortable almost curling up inside yourself to avoid this conversation.
“Huh?” You look up as if only just realising everyone’s waiting on you to say something.
“You want to come to the party with me and Jungkook?”
Your eyes flick between Jungkook and Emily. He thinks he reads a small amount of panic there.
“Ah yeah, the party,” you smile small. “I don’t think I’m gonna go.”
“What?” Emily says the word as she slams a hand down on the table. Jungkook knows it’s because she’s surprised but you still jump at the noise.
“I’m not going,” you repeat, voice small but firm.
“But you said last week you were coming?”
Jungkook can read the answer on your face before you say anything. It makes his stomach turn and his heart drop.
“Things change.”
“It’s Doug, isn’t it.”
Your eyes dart to Jungkook, wide and truthful for a second before you can control your features. Jungkook remains flat faced in challenge the whole time. He’s angry. The guys taken you away from so much of his life and yet he’s wanting to pull you away from even more of it. But what makes Jungkook even more angry it that you’re seemingly letting him do it.
“He can come too,” Emily says softly, trying to diffuse the tension that’s risen in the air.
“He can’t come,” you reply, eyes moving away from Jungkook.
“So he’s not letting you go?” Jungkook can feel the curious eyes of Emily and Tae but he keeps his eyes on you.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
You shoot him a look, one that speaks why are you doing this? Jungkook keeps his face blank. He’s not really sure why he’s pressing it, or at least isn’t sure why he’s choosing now to voice his opinions of Doug.
You sigh, look towards Emily instead of Jungkook as if saying the words to her will make it better. “I mentioned the party to him and he can’t come and he wasn’t comfortable with me going alone.”
“Emily’s just said you can come with us,” Jungkook says and he sees a nerve twitch in your jaw.
You don’t reply, keep your eyes firmly on Emily. You’re uncomfortable, look like you’re trying to silently plead with Emily to help save you.
“It is just us,” Emily says in a small apologetic voice. “He has nothing to be uncomfortable about.”
You fold. Defeated. And Jungkook almost folds with you, nearly gives in and tells you it’s fine, don’t worry about it. He hates seeing you like this, would do anything to get the old you back right now. But you speak before he can do anything.
“I’ll talk to him,” you say meekly.
Jungkook wants to press it, but Tae is quick to take over with a change in topic. The conversation moves of before Jungkook can question you. You become more yourself, the meekness slipping away, but the concern still lingers in Jungkook. What sort of guy are you dating where you feel uncomfortable enough to not talk out against him telling you not to go to a friends party? You looked almost scared at the thought of having to talk to Doug on the matter, and that scares Jungkook.
Things have slowly but cosmically changed between the two of you. Where he once would have easily challenged you, would have easily told you to dump the guy, would have even said something with Emily and Tae here, now he feels like he’s in no position to do so. He has to go through the whole hang out without saying anything. He has to watch you say your goodbyes and watch you slip away. And only when he’s home can he send you a message to check up on you. He’s disappointed when he gets your reply, knows it’s a lie when you say that you’re fine.
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Part of him doesn’t expect you to come, but even though you’re late, that’s you walking through the door. And though it’s such a simple thing, Jungkook’s heart still stutters, something akin to pride swelling inside him.
He keeps half listening to Tae drone on about art or vintage wine or whatever it is he’s going on about. His eyes keeping flicking to you, not lingering long enough for anyone to notice. You look exactly how he remembers, not that it’s been long enough for you to have changed much, but it’s still somewhat overwhelming to see you. He misses you so much.
He watches you as you hug and smile at all your friends, he can see that many of them react the way he is, everyone’s kind of shocked you’ve come and not just that but come alone. He doesn’t want to feel joy from that fact, but at least it makes him feel good that he’s not alone, that he’s not going insane, even if he hates that he’s right.
He doesn’t get a chance to really see or speak to you. Every time he gets close you seem to get swept away by someone else. He’s not sure if it’s you’re avoiding him or if it’s because everyone else is in the same boat as him, everyone has felt your presence missing in their life and now you’re here everyone wants a piece of you.
Still, Jungkook has fun, he drinks, not much but whenever his bottle is empty he finds himself wondering to the kitchen to find another. It’s where he is now, the hum of alcohol in his veins, his hands popping off the bottle top, as there’s the distance noise of voices from the other room.
He turns when he hears someone walk in behind him and his heart soars to see it’s you only to fall to see the look on your face. You look like you hadn’t expected to see him in here and that you’re looking for a quick escape. It confirms one of his suspicions and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve that. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the jolt of misery in him or his pure annoyance, but the words escape his mouth before he can stop himself.
“Doug let you come then?” He regrets the words as soon as they’ve left his mouth and he can see your defences rising instantly.
He should have been neutral, shouldn’t have immediately brought up the man that is so clearly causing the divide in your relationship. It at least shouldn’t have been the first words he’s spoken to you when he’s finally only with you. But it gets you to not leave the room at least. You stand up straight, look definitely at him.
“What is your problem with him?”
Jungkook shrugs, takes a long drink of his beer and looks away from you. But it’s not enough to avoid you. He can still see you stood fuming out of the corner of his eye.
“No, tell me,” you challenge. “Because with Tom it was that he was too clingy. With Ezra it was that he seemingly wasn’t clingy enough. You thought Ray wanted to be friends with you which apparently didn’t sit well. Ok, Joe was a dick and did cheat but before that even came out you had a bad feeling about him. You’ve had a problem with every single guy I’ve gone out with, so go on, what is it with Doug?”
He tries not to wince at the fact you have so plainly called him out. He’s not been quiet about his dislike to your past boyfriends, but he didn’t think you were keeping such a clear score.
“Ok,” he nods, deciding how best to go about this, but he can already see by the look on your face that he’s dug himself into a hole that will be near impossible to escape. “I get it, I don’t really know your relationship, but it’s only because you’re shutting me out. I thought I was your best friend and I just want what’s best for you. If I was dating someone and you saw red flags I’d want to know.”
He pauses but you remain silent, that hard stare levelled at him. He’s tried to avoid the question and he’s not been successful. He scuffs his foot on the floor, taps a finger on his beer, prepares himself for the worst.
“You had to ask him to come tonight and he said no. You said he was worried about your safety, that there might be creeps here, but come on, it’s a party full of your friends. He’s just projecting his own insecurities onto you, he’s making out like he doesn’t trust you. He stops you from seeing me, from seeing your friends. I can see that he makes you happy, but I can also see that he makes you sad, that you bend to his will and is he worth that?”
“He was upset,” you start, your voice not containing the same bite as before. “He wanted to come and couldn’t so he said some things he shouldn’t.”
Jungkook scoffs and starts to shake his head. He can’t believe he’s hearing this, that you’re actually making excuses for him. The noise only seems to rile you up though.
“Yeah and you’re Mr Perfect?”
“I’m certainly better than him.”
“Yeah, of course you are, Mr sleep with a girl for a week and then leave her.”
His heart stops as your eyes widen. He can see that you regret the words but you also don’t take them back. Is that really what you think of him?
“I don’t have any shame about my relationships. At least with the people I’m with we’re on the same page about what we’re doing.”
“Have you actually ever been in a serious relationship? Are you really in a position to be giving me advice?”
The grip on his beer tightens as he looks at you. He’s never seen this side of you before, has never experienced this cruelness from you. And honestly, he never thought you saw him this way. You have been disappointed in the past when things didn’t work out between him and a girl you got on with, but you’d never implied that you were silently judging him for his short relationships.
“You’re drunk,” he mutters, attempting to bury the conversation even though so much damage has already been done.
“No, I’m not,” you snap back. “I’m fucking pissed off. And I just find it funny how someone who has never even been with someone longer than a week can so easily judge my relationship.”
“Doesn’t take a genius to spot a dickhead.”
“Clearly,” you spit back.
Silence falls between you as tension ripples through the air. Jungkook’s mind trails though all the things he can say to make this right but he falls short.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he offers the words out into the room but doesn’t seem to get anything back. You still remain standing rigid in the corner.
“I just hate it,” you finally admit. “I hate that you always have a problem with whoever I date. You’re my best friend Kook, I don’t want to have to choose between you and the person I’m with, but it always feels like you’re making me.”
He’s conscious of your eyes on him, tries not to give anything away. But your words pain him, the hard truth of it coupled with that nickname and the fact you’re still calling him a friend. He’s not sure if it’s that that causes the breaking point, or the fact that you’ve never been so open with your hurtful views towards each other before, or maybe it’s because he’s just sick and tired of doing this, of hiding his feelings for so long. Or maybe he really has had a bit too much to drink. But he finally cracks.
“Because I want you to choose,” his gaze shifts towards you, wanting to catch every emotion that goes across your face when he admits this. “I don’t want to be your best friend Y/N. I never have. Have you never thought there’s a reason I hate all the guys you date? That I never really date anyone myself? That I would do anything and everything for you?”
You’re frowning, your mouth opening as if to answer but no sound comes out. He can see you silently trying to piece together what he’s trying to say but you’re struggling so after a breath he helps you out.
“I like you Y/N,” he risks taking a step towards you, confusion still on your face but at least you don’t turn and run. “I’ve always liked you way more than a best friend should.”
You look lost, a hint of pain in your gaze and all Jungkook wants to do is wrap you in his arms.
“Why are you doing this Jungkook?”
“Doing what? Telling you I love you?”
Your eyes flare wide. “So now it’s love?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I’ve always loved you.”
You’re shaking your head as he talks and his heart breaks with the look in your eyes. You look so small and fragile and even though he knows he caused that, he can’t help but take a step towards you. All you have to do is raise your hand for him to stop before he reaches you.
“Why are you doing this now?” You whisper out the clarification. “I’m with Doug.”
“I know, but, you don’t have to be, you –”
You shake your head again, take a step away that he doesn’t follow. He thinks he can see tears building in your eyes and he wonders how this could have gone so wrong. He’s thought a lot about what would happen if he were to admit his feelings to you and never in a million years would this have been one of his predictions.
“I’m with Doug,” you whisper, your voice hoarse, a frown between your eyebrows
This time all Jungkook replies is a nod of his head. You’re with Doug. What was he thinking you’d do, leap up and down with joy and say you’d dump the guy? No, of course all this was going to cause was a rift. Because you’re with someone else, and now you won’t even feel comfortable around Jungkook.
Jungkook nods his head again. “I’m sorry Y/N.”
He’s sorry he’s made you feel this way. He’s sorry he chose this moment to tell you. He’s sorry he’s caused all this. He’s sorry he feels this way about you.
“I just can’t believe you Jungkook,” your voice is stronger now and though everything in him is telling him to speak out, to explain, but he bites his tongue. “I can’t believe you’re choosing this moment to tell me this. If what you’re saying is true, you’ve had so much time to tell me and yet you choose when I’m with someone to say it? You choose to use this as an excuse to why you’re being a dick to my boyfriend?”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Yeah? It sure looks like it from here.”
He shakes his head. He can see what you mean, can see the situation from your point of view and though he didn’t mean for it to be like this, he can see that you’re right. It looks like he’s only saying this because everything else isn’t working, he’s had years to admit his feelings and yet he’s only saying it now when your relationship is falling apart. Jungkook continue to shake his head as he searches for a way to rectify this.
“Surely you can see that’s not true,” he says. “Surely you can see I’ve always loved you.”
“You’ve always been my best friend Kook,” you say softly.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats his earlier statement, unsure what else to say.
“But you’re being selfish.”
That comment irks him. “I’m trying to make you see what a dick that guy your dating is. I’m trying to make you see how much better you could be treated.”
“By pushing your feelings onto me? By forcing me to choose?”
“I don’t want you to choose Y/N.” He wants you to want him back. He doesn’t want there to be a decision in the first place. Doesn’t want there to be options.
“Isn’t that exactly what you want?”
“I want you to be happy. I want you to see how poorly he’s treating you. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way back. I don’t care if you only want to be my friend. I just want you to know that this isn’t it, Y/N, you don’t have to settle for him.”
You look taken aback by his outburst, and honestly, he’s a little taken aback too. He was surprised that he admitted his feelings in the first place and now he’s being bold enough to tell you to break up with Doug.
“I can’t do this,” you say before taking a large gulp, shaking your head lightly. Spinning on the spot you exit the room and don’t look back. Jungkook feels like he should chase you, should try and say more, but he knows that won’t help so he remains stood in the middle of the kitchen staring at where you left him.
He’s not sure how long he stands there before Tae walks in and shoves a drink in his hand. His beer is still half finished behind him, but he gulps at the fresh drink appreciatively.
“What happened in here?” Tae asks, feigning indifference but Jungkook can hear the curiosity. He’s not surprised, seeing the two of you stood here was probably enough but then you storming out the room with that look on your face was probably the icing on the cake.
“I did what you said,” Jungkook says flatly. “I told her how I felt.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung’s eyes flare wide and this time it’s him that’s gulping down his drink.
“Yeah, fuck.”
“She didn’t take it well?”
Jungkook thinks it through. No, you didn’t take it well. But also you didn’t exactly shoot him down, at least not in the way he expected. You didn’t say you felt nothing back, didn’t say he was being stupid, didn’t say you would never feel the same way back. Still, it wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows, you weren’t kissing and declaring you love for each other. No, you were storming out the room and half shouting at him. So yeah, it could have gone a lot better.
“I’m not really sure,” Jungkook admits.
“Well, what did she say?” There’s a second silence and Tae thinks better of what he’s said. “What did you say?”
Jungkook sighs and then proceeds to go over everything that just happened. Tae, with all his flaws, is at least a good audience. In the end he gets a pat on the back and some encouraging words before they head back into the party. Jungkook finds the whole thing a lot less joyous than before.
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Days pass where he doesn’t hear from you. Whereas before he sent messages, this time he doesn’t, just one single massive apology that you don’t reply to. If you want to speak to him, he figures you’ll come to him. He doesn’t want to pressure you or make this situation any worse – though he has to question just how worse he could make it.
He tries to carry on like normal, but he can feel how different his life is without you in it. It’s like he has a you shaped hole in his heart and nothing will fill it. It’s colossal changes that have appeared gradually, long before the party and the argument. But only now to prove to be gaping holes in his life.
Tae tries to reassure Jungkook that you’ll be back, that you’re just going through some things right now and while Jungkook wants to believe him, he’s not sure all of him does. His hope has been crushed before and he’s not sure he’d survive that again.
Still, Jungkook carries on with his life, acts as if everything is the same and that he’s fine. Because even though he’s not, he can’t sit around and wait for you to change your mind, he can’t wait around for you to do the impossible and tell him you love him back. No, Jungkook has more self-respect than to do that.
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There’s a knock at his door and he doesn’t think much about it before he’s at the door opening it. No one knocks at his door, no one can even get up to his door to knock, no one but …
You’re stood in front of him looking small and sad but also hopeful. Jungkook wants to open his arms and take you in them but something stops him. That’s not your relationship anymore. He’s not even sure he’s your friend and isn’t sure how you’d react if he was affectionate towards you.
It’s silent for far longer than it should be, both of you stood staring at each other as if it’s been years rather than weeks since you last saw each other.
“Hey,” you finally break the silence with a small, soft smile.
“Hi,” Jungkook replies.
You nod your head in the direction of Jungkook’s flat and Jungkook stutters. Like he’s a fumbling fool who’s never invited someone into his flat before, his feet skid around the floor before he steps back, opening the door wide. Your smile is larger as you step past the door, amusement in your eyes as you bend to take your shoes off and Jungkook closes the door.
He turns just as you’re standing up. There’s another awkward silence as you both try and work out what it is that happens next. You came here, but it’s Jungkook’s flat.
“Want a drink?” Jungkook tries to ask it as casually as he can as he moves past you to the kitchen.
It feels good to have a distraction, something to focus on other than you.
He can’t help but think about how you know his feelings, how you didn’t just turn him down but left him standing in that kitchen. How the hell is he supposed to act around you after that? It’s why he’s not messaged you since, and the fact you haven’t messaged him in return seems to show your feelings to the situation. You want nothing to do with Jungkook. And yet, you’re here.
It’s been a few weeks, mere days since that party and while it feels like Jungkook’s been mourning the loss of someone, he’s started to come to terms to his life without you.
He’s already boiling the kettle, is dropping tea bags into mugs when you let out a little, “tea’s good.”
It’s another thing that makes his heart pang, the fact he so naturally started making the drink without your reply. It’s not because it’s you, he tries to convince himself, he would have naturally made anyone a tea. But even he knows he’s lying to himself.
The boiling of the water fills the room with sound, disturbing the silence. It gives him time to think, time to wonder why you’re here. Maybe you realised you left something here. Maybe you want to amend the friendship. Maybe you’ve missed him as much as he’s missed you. But as he pours the water into the mugs and gets rid of the tea bags he knows the latter is wrong, you wouldn’t have left him standing there, wouldn’t have left it this long without saying anything if you missed him as much.
He turns to see you leaning on the door frame, takes a step towards you to hand you your mug before retreating to the other side of the kitchen. He leans back onto the counter as if to create as much distance as possible. He’d invite you to sit in the living room, but the thought of only that one sofa gives him cold chills, he’s not ready to be that close to you just yet and would feel too awkward scrunched up on the beanie bag.
“How have you been?” You’re looking at him when you ask but Jungkook can’t hold your gaze, swallowing he looks down at the brown liquid in his mug, watches the steam rise and dissipate.
“Yeah, good,” he lies. He doesn’t return the question, doesn’t want to hear your answer.
You sigh, small, hardly audible but in the silence he hears it. His eyes flick up to look at you and he sees that same sadness from earlier.
“How’s that project from work?” He frowns as you carry on. “You had that looming deadline last we spoke.”
“Yeah, it went fine.” It was last week, he thought about you after, even wrote out a text to tell you how it went before deleting it. But why are you asking about that now?
“Good,” you say with a smile and a nod. “And your brother? He’s all ok?”
Jungkook truly frowns now, the tables turned as his eyes are firmly set on you as yours flick around the room everywhere but him. You look nervous and he can’t tell why.
“And the gym? You still going to the gym?” You say when he doesn’t immediately reply.
“Why are you here, Y/N?”
His question at least gets you to stop asking so many odd questions, gets you to look squarely at him. Your eyes are wide and he thinks he sees you gulp as he sets his tea down and crosses his arms across his chest. Maybe you hadn’t expected him to be so blunt, he might not have been a few weeks or months ago, would have gone along with whatever it is you’re trying to do, but quite frankly he’s over it.
“I wanted to see you,” you say meekly, but hold his gaze. “And I wanted to apologise.”
Now you’ve got his attention. He raises an eyebrow, half in shock, half in question. It still takes you a second to carry on.
“That night … you took me by surprise,” you say. “I was annoyed and shocked and I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook sighs, runs a hand through his hair before saying, “I’m sorry too.” He messaged you after, a massive apology over text that you never replied to, but he still wants to say it to your face.
“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” your voice is still soft, full of so much emotion and Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from the way your eyes seem to fill with emotion. “I didn’t know and I wasn’t expecting you tell me then and there.”
“It was crappy timing.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you tell me when I wasn’t dating anyone?”
Jungkook frowns. “Because I was scared. Because you never liked me that way and Y/N, I never wanted to lose you as a friend, you mean too much. And doesn’t this whole thing just prove why I was right to never say anything?”
“Because I was dating someone.”
Jungkook’s frown deepens. While you just stare down into your tea, mulling over your next words.
“You said you’ve always liked me?” There’s a small pause and then you say in a smaller voice, barely audible, “always loved me?”
“Yes,” it’s the only word he can say between his confusion and hammering heart, but he says it firmly.
“Even back in uni?”
“And you just hid it all this time?”
Something clicks in Jungkook’s mind and he doesn’t answer your question. “Was dating someone?”
“What?” Your head tilts to the side, thrown by his change in course.
“Was dating someone?” He stands taller, eyes bright. “You used the past tense.”
“Oh,” while Jungkook grows taller you seem to shrink, unsure. “Well, I broke up with Doug. The night after you told me.”
Jungkook pushes himself off the counter, so he’s stood upright, but doesn’t move forward. His heart clashing in his chest, so loud he can hardly hear you over the roar.
“And I should have told you sooner and shouldn’t have ghosted you this whole time, it’s just, I needed to work out what I wanted?”
“And what do you want, Y/N?” His throat feels dry, raw, and still his heart thunders inside him.
Slowly, you look up at him. Seconds seems to turn into minutes which turn into hours as he waits for your response.
“You.” You still sound small, but you sound sure.
His whole world stops with that single word. A ringing in his ears where once his heart was running a thousand miles an hour now it stops. It’s everything he’s dreamed of hearing and more and yet all he can do is stand still and do nothing.
“You probably think this is all stupid. Like, I was having a go at you the other day when you were telling me your feelings. But it was only because your timing was so crap and I really wasn’t expecting it and then all I could think of was Doug.”
Your rambling seems to bring him back to reality, a small smile starting to work its way onto his lips as he watches you fumble with the mug still in your hands.
“I needed the time to work out what it was I wanted, because you’ve been my friend for so long. But I think at some point I realised I also started seeing you as something more than a friend.”
He takes a step towards you. And your eyes widen as if you’re his prey and you’ve finally spotted that you’re being hunted.
“And like you said, I’m scared too. I don’t want to throw away our friendship.”
“And what do you want?” He repeats his earlier question now only a meter away from you.
“I don’t want to be just another girl.”
His heart pangs at the thought you’d even think that of him. “And I don’t want to be just a rebound.”
You share a look, eyes searching each other and you seem to come to a silent agreement. You’ll give this ago. You both feel the same, you’re both serious about it.
Jungkook takes another step towards you, the gap now centimetres not meters.
“I think we should take it slow though.” Your eyes are wide as you look up at him.
He nods even as he keeps closing the distance and is relieved when you don’t back away from him.
“I’ll take whatever you can give me Y/N,” he says when his feet are toe to toe with yours.
“Maybe we should just start with a date?”
He nods down at you, beaming smile on his lips. You look shy, nervous in a way he’s never seen you around him. He reveals in it.
He reaches out and takes the now cold tea out of your hands, looks away long enough to place it on the counter and then turns back to look at you. He watches the way your throat bobs as your eyes flick around his face.
“This is different,” you whisper out.
“Good different?”
You nod and Jungkook reaches out to tuck some hair that falls into your face back behind your ear. He keeps his hand on the side of your face when you don’t ask him to step away. The tension grows static in the silence, not uncomfortable but thick with an energy that feels like it could erupt any minute.
Jungkook looks down at your lips. Red and soft. But just as quickly flicks to look back at your eyes. He scolds himself, so caught up in the moment that he’s always dreamed of that he nearly threw it away just as quickly. You’ve just asked to take it slow and yet he was going to dive right it.
He goes to drop his hand and step away, but as if predicting the movement you raise your hand to keep him exactly where he is. His heart stutters. And you smile gently at him.
There’s a pause and then he risks it.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice is gravelly, husky as if it’s not been used in weeks, thick with desire.
You nod your eyes on his. He leans in slowly, the anticipation building, but he still wants to give you time to back out if you want to. You don’t and slowly but surely his lips lower onto yours.
Jungkook has dreamed of this moment a thousand different times but he can safely say that the even in his imagination none of them have lived up to the real thing. His nose grazes the side of yours, his lips perfectly slotting into yours as your body arches up into his. He can feel every inch of you pressed up against him and yet all he is aware of are those lips. As soft as he imagined, and yet way more devilish as it’s not him that deepens the kiss but you. It’s not until he feels your lips open slightly and then your tongue sweep along the seem of his lips that he pulls away.
You’re beaming up at him and he’s sure his flushed like a boy who’s never been kissed before, because although Jungkook has been kissed by a lot of different girls, none have quite been like that.
“So, where are you taking me on our first date?”
He looks down at you, shocked by the way you so casually ask it. But it’s easily to slip back into the old, easily relationship you had, while introducing this new exciting element.
Jungkook pulls you into his arms, gives you the hug he’s been wanting to give for months but has been unable to and kisses the crown of your head.
“Wherever you want,” he replies, because honestly, he’d give you the world if you asked him to.
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venusiangguk · 1 year
the art of doubting | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc
>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, a lil bit of fluff, angst
>>word count: 17k -.-
>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, push up kisses, orgasms, oc getting overwhelmed bc jock is too gewd <3, oral (m), rimming !!, mirror sex, one (1) spank, jreampie <3, tummy bulging (kinda? he presses on her tum to feel it?), praise, dirty talk, encouragement, showering together, kisses 😚, ex wife has arrived, mentions of divorce, a lil bit of sad talk about nari :(, nari is two now!!, misunderstandings, arguments, jk lowkey got some issues he needs to work thru lol, he thinks in extremes, oc is in love </3, a very drastic 180 occurs
>>notes: ex wife arrives and literally makes everything explode lmao
this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist
>>summary: seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
Soft grunting groans filter through the air as you slowly make your way down the stairs to the lower floor. Not really a basement, more of an indoor workout cave.
Jeongguk’s shirtless on the bench, pulling weighted arms down on the machine, the muscles in his back rippling and straining with every pull down. He sees you in the mirror as soon as you walk in, his eyes lighting up and a small winded laugh puffs from his chest.
“Hey— hang on… almost— done…”
You shift on your feet a little, watching him through the reflection. The sight you see is a little too obscene to just be a work out, you feel like. He’s not sweaty yet, probably just started, but his face is a little red from the excretion, and his lats are on display as he does the repetitive workout over and over with clenched teeth and breathy grunts until his body gives out. He catches his breath for a moment, shakes his arms out.
“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” you say, tiptoeing over to him and stepping over the plastic baby weight on the mat. “Also why do you do so many at once… looks miserable.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, looks up at you with his doe-eyes when you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. He’s warm to the touch.
“I usually don’t but I’m the only one here, and I knew it was you coming. Also my phone is charging upstairs so if you texted when you got here like normally, I would not have known.” he explains. “I tend to focus more on longer sets with lighter weights, than shorter sets with heavier weights because it helps keep muscles lean… I’m not trying to bulk up right now.”
You tell him that that makes sense even though you really have no clue. Just know that whatever he does to stay fit works. “Nari at her mom’s?” you ask.
He nods, standing up to go over to the pull up bar on the side of the machine. Wiping his hands on the tiny workout shorts he’s wearing, he jumps a little, and then wiggles his fingers on the bar to get a good grip. “All yours till Friday,” he says, cutely.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you correct him. “Till tomorrow afternoon. I have work… might get a raise soon.”
You wander around a little as Jeongguk goes on about how you should already be getting paid more considering you have a college degree, but you tune him out, knowing he’s trying to be on your side and make you feel better. A marketing degree won't get you far in a grocery aisle, and you both know that, but it’s sweet of him to try.
Instead, you opt to take in your surroundings. You’ve been all around his house of course, but you’ve not spent much time in the workout dungeon.
It’s fully equipped, and fully mirrored, with the flooring being that of wrestling mats to cushion dropped weights or baby stumbles.
On one side of the room there’s an elliptical, a treadmill, a rowing machine, a bench press, basically one of everything that you would normally see in a gym. But on the other side, blocked off by a baby safety gate, is a mini little workout zone filled with mini weights, those foam blocks that you normally find in a child’s gymnastics zone, and a little dance bar along the mirrored wall.
You smile, thinking about Nari holding onto the bar and doing that funny little squatting move of hers. “Are you going to put her in dance?”
He looks at you through the mirror, no longer doing pull ups, but just watching it seems. Seated on one of the benches with a water bottle in his hand, resting between his spread legs. “Ballet I think,” he says, “Me and her mom were talking about it. She thinks it’ll be good for Nari’s coordination…” He gives you a humorously exasperated look, “I just think she’ll look cute in a tutu. Though I suppose coordination would be helpful… she’s a bit clumsy.”
“She is only 2,” you point out, walking over to his side of the room again. “Was the party fun?”
It was on Saturday, just a few days ago. Jeongguk said it was fairy themed much like most of the baby’s things. You saw the pictures that he sent you, Nari adorned in a pair of tiny pink wings, her cake in the shape of a mushroom. The kids all got tiny bottles of ‘pixie dust’ to play with, shimmery bubbles floating through the air.
There was a woman in one of the pictures, blowing a bubble into Nari’s delighted face, her own smile matching that of the baby. She obviously wasn’t the focus of the photo, and you doubt that Jeongguk even realized when he sent it. But you already knew who the woman was anyway. The pictures around Jeongguk’s house were enough to tell you, even if he never explicitly stated it. And you know it makes sense and that it’s normal for her to be there, with Jeongguk at their daughter's birthday, but something settled into the pit of your belly when you looked at that picture. You haven’t been able to shake it yet.
Jeongguk’s voice brings you back. “Yeah it was fun, you got the pictures right?” He seems excited. You laugh a little, reminding that yes, you did see. You responded to them after all. He grins sheepishly as he goes to another machine, “Don’t be sassy, or I’ll eat the piece of cake we saved you.”
His sentence warms your heart. The fact that he was thinking about you, keeping you in mind. Reminds you of the bittersweet message you received from him on Saturday while he was at the party.
Wish you could have come
It took some effort, and you’ve done your best to not think about the fact that you could have, if he had asked you to. Saturday was your day off.
“What flavor is it?”
“Funfetti, obviously.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, grunts quietly as he does another rep.
“Obviously,” you mime, with a small chuckle.
Conversation flows smoothly, just like always, everything seamless between you both. While most people wouldn’t probably get annoyed at someone hovering, Jeongguk seems happy to be near you, glad for the company. You sit beside him as he gets to the ground for some push ups.
He gets about three in before you’re laying flat on your back, boredom making a thought pop into your head.
“Do them over me.”
Jeongguk falters mid-way up, glancing at you with a suspicious look. “Why?”
“I wanna help,” you reason.
“Not sure being on top of you will be helpful,” he murmurs, but appeases you nonetheless, side walking on his hands and the balls of his feet until he’s over you.
You both give each other closed lip smiles as you try not to laugh. Jeongguk lowers himself, and you sneakily place a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“I knew you didn’t want to be helpful,” he says, his voice laced with faux annoyance. He does another one and receives another kiss. “You want to be distracting.”
“I’m not being distracting, I’m providing incentive.”
“I can’t even go all the way down, your tits are in the way.”
“You are so ungrateful.”
He smiles with his eyes as he goes down again, his nose brushing yours as he nuzzles into your cheek briefly. “And how are you providing incentive?”
You hum at the feel of his warm breath on your ear. “The longer you hold your plank, the longer you get to kiss me.”
“Who says I wanna kiss you?” he teases, voice soft as a feather as he does another push up.
“You always want to kiss me,” you tell him, just as quiet, tension radiating off of you as you readjust yourself, your legs opening so that the next time he drops down, he’s not just over you, but between your thighs as well. “And you haven’t yet…” you remind him as you drag your acrylics over his bare back, smiling at the way he shudders and at the way his arms buckle.
He grins, looking at you like you’re unbelievable, yet everything he wants right now. “Between you and Nari, I can never get anything done.”
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
Your teeth click before your lips lock because of how much you both are smiling.
But once lips lock, it doesn’t take much for Jeongguk to collapse onto you. Doesn’t even try to hold the plank, instead just melding his body to yours, the inside of your legs clamping around his waist. He goes from having his hands flat on the mat to bracing himself on his forearms, his knees hitting the mat between your legs. You use some of your weight to bring him closer, the slowly swelling front of his work out shorts pressing into the crotch of your leggings.
You work your hips, rolling them slowly up into him, in time with the slow, molten kisses he licks into your mouth.
Jeongguk’s always easy for you, but today he seems to be fighting himself, playfully fighting how bad he wants you. It’s the principle of the thing. To prove a point. The point being that you’re distracting, his weakness. His hips rolling into yours, only to pull back. He lips pressing hard against yours, only to pull back. Just for him to do it over again, just for him to give in like you both know he wants to and will. It's after a particularly hard rut against you that he peels his lips from yours, panting softly, how worked up he is so apparent in the way he can’t stop his hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, his nose brushing against your cheek before he sinks his teeth into the apple of it like he just can’t help it, can’t get enough of you.
Your manicured hands cup his cheeks, as you nod and guide him back into a wet kiss. “Want you in my mouth,” you moan against his lips.
Jeongguk pulls back with a light blush on his cheeks. “Are you sure? I was just working out–”
A kiss cuts him off as you slowly start to sit up, him going with you. “Barely broke a sweat, and I don’t care,” you tell him, hands gripping at the elastic of his waistband, “just want you.”
Jeongguk laughs softly, grabs your eager hands, maneuvering to his feet and pulling you with him. It’s then that he strips you of your shirt, your bra. His hands come to cup your bare tits, rolling them in his palms as he brings his lips back to you, all while he toes off his shoes, as well as his socks with a little difficulty and stumbling, but not without sweet laughter filtering in through the kisses.
He makes his way down as he pushes your pants down, his lips latching to a nipple, making you mewl under the light flicks and the soft sucks, hands coming to his hair to keep your balance as you rid yourself from the stretchy material. His hair gets pulled when you’re free, and he’s biting his lip at the tugging when he blinks his eyes open to look at you again.
“Sit on the bench,” you tell him, hand slipping from his locks, and down to his flushed chest. You press lightly, backing him up to the benchpress machine that’s not too far behind him.
The bench is propped up, a reclined sitting position under the secured bar above, resembling more of a chair than the typical flat board of most bench presses.
He gingerly sits down, keeps his eyes on you the whole time, watching as you lower yourself to your knees, settling between his open ones. His cock is hard and pink, up and laying flat on his lower tummy. It pulses when you place your hand on his thighs, long nails running down.
You both smile a little because its funny in a stupid way, but your pussy pulses too, getting slick between you legs at the way Jeongguk responds to you. How eager he is for you, how the mere feel of your hands on his thighs is enough to make him throb in anticipation of what else is going to come, of how good you’re going to make him feel.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly. Your gaze flicking between his face and the flushed, shiny head of his cock in your hand.
He bites his lip when you slowly start to work your hand on him, his foreskin sliding over the wet tip of his cock, and when you rub the pad of your thumb on the under part of the head, you watch as his head tilts back, his eyes slipping shut, and his mouth exhaling a soft sigh. You squeeze your thighs together at the sight. Jeongguk is so responsive, pliant as he settles into the bench, hot and heavy in your hand.
“Put your mouth on it,” Jeongguk requests, eyes lazily shut.
When you oblige, Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, his back arching a little off of the bench behind him, his hips pulling back like the feel of your lips suckling on him is too much, too good.
You pull off with a little pop, holding his cock close smiling against his length. “Why are you trying to get away from me?”
Jeongguk gives you a crooked grin, looking down his nose at you with hazy eyes. “Keep going,” he says softly.
Humming against his length you begin to place heavy, wet kisses down his cock all the way to his balls. The kind where your tongue licks him before your lips suction softly. Then you lick all the way back up with the flat of your tongue, your lips wrapping around him, your head bobbing a few shallow times. Jeongguk keeps breathing those sweet, soft moans. So relaxed and relishing in the way you suck him off. He’s not pulling away anymore, instead trying to keep from bucking into your mouth, you can tell by the way his lower belly tenses.
When you go down a little farther, sucking his balls into your mouth, you moan at the way he whines, at the way his legs subconsciously open wider as you alternate between lapping at him, and teasing him with light circles from the tip of your tongue. He breathes praise, telling you how good it feels. It makes you want to make him feel even better.
His legs spreading wide for you gives you the idea to trail a little farther down, stray off the path of your usual blowjobs. You start with your fingers, something he’s used to and loves. Massaging that spot behind his balls with deliberate little pets, you moan softly when he pulls his legs back just slightly, barely lifting his feet off the ground so you can touch him better.
His brows are pinched, and his mouth is open in a silent moan, his expression one of pleasure and arousal as he brings his hand down to his cock. He slowly tugs at himself, watching as you bring your mouth back to his balls. He’s nodding, eager and encouraging, his hand speeding up.
“You’re–,” he moans, his head rolling back along with his eyes, “My baby.”
Laughing a little you pull back, focusing on just massaging him. He seems extra responsive today, his praise and sentences jumbled and hardly coherent.
“Keep licking,” he moans.
You hum, going to appease him but right before you suck his balls into your mouth you pause. He notices, brings his eyes to you with a questioning, needy gaze, his hand still working over his cock.
You place a chaste kiss to his balls and then one a little lower. Jeongguk jolts, and questions you with a gaze, but he doesn't stop you.
In all honesty, you don't know what you’re doing, have no clue why you even want to, but the desire to make Jeongguk feel good and curiosity spurs you on. He likes your fingers, maybe he’ll like your mouth there too.
Your eyes hold a question in them as you gently, wordlessly push his legs back some more, more of him on display than you’ve ever seen before. Jeongguk grows a little red, but his hand hasn’t stopped, and he just pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you as you kiss on the backs of his thighs.
He’s tense, like he’s just waiting for you to do it. With your breath hot on his taint, you look at him once more, and he gives the slightest nod, permission to continue. His eyes are heavy and he licks over his red bitten lips, and when you press another one of your chaste kisses against him, his brows furrow and his mouth parts and he cranes forward, like he wants it so bad, is so eager that he can't contain it.
The first lick over him makes him gasp, and he breathes the most salacious, “Yeah–” as his legs get pulled back even more.
You smile at him with your tongue out, giving tentative licks to that spot he loves. Your hands are on his cheeks and you pull back some, looking at him with a grin.
Jeongguk groans, a laugh coloring it as his head falls back to the bench kind of like he’s a little bashful about being so worked up. His free hand pushes through his hair before rubbing over his face, eyes finally meeting yours again. “You’re so hot down there,” he tells you.
You purr, pressing your thumbs into his cheeks opening him up a little more. A quick wet lick is placed over his hole and he breathes out a harsh sigh, craning his neck so he can look at you, his tummy tensed.
“Is this what you want?” you murmur against him, getting a little more confident, the tip of your tongue flicking over the cinched muscle.
“Yeah, fuck…” he whispers.
The hand he has on his cock squeezes at the base for a second before he makes a ring with his thumb and index finger focusing on the tip of his cock with quick little strokes. The hand he doesn’t have busy pulls his thigh back a bit more.
As your tongue works over him, he chants over and over again, tells you how hot you look, how good your mouth feels, how wants you to keep going. It’s when you point your tongue a little, just barely pressing into his rim that his hand goes to the back of your head.
He holds your face to his ass, pushes you into him as he melts into the chair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that lilt up at the end.
“Good girl,” Jeongguk moans, his eyes blinking open hazily as he looks down at you again.
Your eyes smiles at him as you continue to work your tongue, little wet noises willing the air as you eat him out. When he removes his hand, you lick from his hole to his balls, repeating the action a few times, making Jeongguk almost tremble.
“Your dirty girl?” you ask him quietly in response to the praise he just gave you, giving him tiny little kitten licks over his hole.
He gives you a lustdrunk smile, licking over his lips. “Yeah, all mine.”
“What do you want?” you kiss into his taint, eyes big as you look up at him.
“Just a little more,” he whispers, his thumb spreading the precum leaking from his tip.
You get a hold of the hand on his pulled back thighs, guide it back to the back of your head once again. “Take it then,” you tell him, “take more from me.”
Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as he pushes your mouth back to his hole. “Look so hot licking my ass,” he breathes, barely audible over the wet licks you’re giving him. He kinda shakes your head, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Oh my god–”
When you point your tongue and press past the little resistance, Jeongguk’s mouth drops open and his brows arch upwards, and his eyes roll a little before he squeezes them shut, pushing and pulling on your head just barely, making your tongue fuck him.
It's kind of abrupt when he pulls you back by the hair, his legs coming down again. It’s abrupt when he kisses you. Deep, his tongue licking into your mouth like he doesn't care that you were just licking into him, making him pant, making his cock leak. It’s abrupt when he breaks the kiss. He’s still close, breathing you in, giving you one last soft little peck before he leans back again, his demeanor expectant.
Both of his hands are on your head, and he’s guiding you down, taking what he wants from you just like you told him to. His cock is so hard, flushed and angry looking as it stands, just waiting for your mouth.
It's a swift and quick motion when he pushes your head down, the tip hitting the back of your throat almost immediately. He whines softly, and rocks his hips up while pulling you down onto him, glucking noises filling the air as he fills your mouth.
His length and girth are a lot to take, your eyes prickling with tears as he holds your head down, but when you hear him whisper, so desperately, “Love when you choke on my cock,” it’s so worth it.
He sounds so unabashedly fucked out, like your mouth is the best thing he’s ever felt, like it's the only thing he ever wants to feel for the rest of his life. He’s being a little rougher with you, a little more crude with his words like he’s losing himself in you, losing his control. It makes you moan around him, wanton and needy.
His hips start to fuck up into you mouth again, his hands holding your head in place, keeping you from pulling away. He knows you wouldn’t have, always so well behaved, almost obedient in the way that you please him. But, even so, he just likes having his hands on you, likes feeling the way you struggle to take him.
“That’s a good girl…” he groans, soft and focused, his hips snapping up again. “You’re such a good girl…”
He holds you down once more, shakes your head by the hair so that his tip rubs against your throat, and then he’s pulling you up, kissing you filthily again, not even giving you time to properly catch your breath.
“Get against the mirror,” he says against your lips.
The heat from your hands makes the glass under your hands fog up, and the heat from Jeongguk behind you makes you flush, the heaviness of his cock rutting against the swell of your ass as he wastes no time getting into position.
At the first feel of his tip rubbing between your folds, grazing over your clit, you gasp and your arms buckle. Your legs spread naturally, but Jeongguk makes a tutting noise, and rests one palm on the outside of your hips, the other between your shoulder blades applying light pressure.
“Keep them together, but bend a little– yeah, perfect,” he breathes.
He takes a step back, looks at your ass pushed out for him, your puffy pussy peeking out from between your legs with your clit tucked inside. You’re drippy, shiny and smooth, your slick leaking out, making it sound lewd and wet when he pushes inside.
Your head hangs at the first thrust, Jeongguk pushing in slow but with a steady motion, and you exhale a soft puff.
He keeps his hips against your ass, his cock sheathed by your pussy. His hands grabbing and squeezing, roaming over your body while he waits just a bit for you to get used to him inside of you. Then he’s pulling out, just the tip of his cock still tucked inside, before he fucks into you hard and fast. It knocks the breath out of you, makes your hands on the mirror slip a little.
“F-fuck,” you whisper, your head still hanging, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up.
Jeongguk’s eyes go from watching his cock slide into you, to the mirror. He moans, the contrast of his tattooed arm on your bare back as he rocks his hips into you is so pretty, just like the way that your shoulder blades push out, how your tiny waist feathers out to the swell of your hips. The fatty part of your hips ripples and pillows against him everytime he thrusts, dull slaps echoing with the whiny moans he punches out of you with his cock.
“Look baby,” he tells you.
It takes a little bit of effort, but when you lift your head, you’re met with a disheveled, messy version of yourself. There’s tears in your eyes, the feel of Jeongguk’s fat cock pushing and pulling in and out of you is overwhelmingly good, his girth rubbing against the sensitive walls of your cunt. Your makeup is messy, your under eyes dark with smudged mascara, the coverage around your mouth and on your nose completely gone, your lips kissed swollen and red.
Eyes moving to Jeongguk behind you through the mirror, you see the way he’s watching you watch him. Watching as your expression changes, how your eyes flutter when he hits that spot inside of you that makes your knees lock, makes your breath stutter and your brows furrow in pleasure.
“There,” you breathe, “God, you make me feel so good, baby.” Your hands slip down the mirror again, the force of his thrusts and the pleasure that’s curling in your belly already making it hard to hold yourself up. You squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling over.
Jeongguk picks up the pace of his hips, his hands gripping yours, his thumbs digging into the little dimples at the bottom of your back, a perfect match, like they were placed there just for him. It’s almost like your body was meant for him, crafted with him in mind, fitting together so flawlessly that it’s hard for him to remember there were people before you, people that made him feel good before you did. Because when he’s inside of you, when he’s with you, it’s like that’s all there is. Just an endless loop of you and him, you and him, no beginning or end, no past or future, like the world is only as big as the room you’re in.
“Faster– getting close...”
Your voice echoes in his ears, and he realizes that his thrusts slowed while he got lost in thought. He clears his throat, gets back to work, back to fucking you like he means it, it’s the last time he ever will.
“You always cum so fast when I fuck you like this,” Jeongguk muses, biting his lip when he sees the way your tits jiggle in the mirror.
He expects you to be snarky, make a comment about how he’s smug, too cocky, but instead you nod your head, hands forming fists against the mirror. It’s airy and sexy when you say, “Yeah, you fuck me the best, love your cock… wanna cum for you…”
And it reminds him of the first time he fucked you. How you said more or less the same thing.
“Yeah, wanna fuck you all the time. Love your fat cock…”
That was 6 months ago. It’s not that long but it is at the same time. It feels like only a few seconds and a lifetime in the same breath. Jeongguk feels something stir in his belly, something mix with the steady build up.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice soft and dreamy– almost fond, juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. “What do you say?”
You wait a few moments for your body to get there, your head falling again like it's getting hard to support yourself. You’re chanting softly; pornographic ‘yeah’s’ and lewd mewls spilling from your lips nonstop.
“Fuck…” you start, “can I… can I cum?”
It sounds like it's hard for you to form words, so it's a little mean of Jeongguk to spring something new on you. But he can’t help himself.
“Who are you asking?”
A confused sound that turns to a moan at the tailend colors the air.
“Who am I, baby? What should you call me when I’m fucking you like this?” Jeongguk asks, patient and gentle.
You say the first thing that pops into your head.
A sharp slap echoes in the room, and you’re sure there’s a red palm print on your ass. You cry out, whiny as Jeongguk leans over you, his voice in your ear.
“You know better than that,” he says, a little out of breath, but still stern. “Try again. Be polite.”
At this point you’re so close that you’re crying softly, your knees turning inward as you squeeze your legs together as if that will keep your orgasm at bay until he says you can cum. You try to listen to his words, connect the dots and finally it comes to you.
“Sir–” you gasp, “Sir, can I cum?”
Jeongguk groans a little, feels his cock jerk inside of you, the title making that hot feeling burn within him.
“Yes,” he moans, “Look at yourself while you do, want you to see how pretty you look when you cum just from my cock.”
Hardly able to keep yourself up at all, even with the help of the mirror, you tell him in a whiny voice that you can’t, that it’s too hard.
You hear him coo before your world spins a little bit, Jeongguk wrapping an arm around your tummy, pulling you to his chest. His body is burning behind you, and his breath is hot in your ear as he pants, his hips punching into you from behind. The arm that he doesn't have wrapped around your torso comes up, forearm resting between your tits, fingers getting a hold of your jaw making you look straight ahead.
The sight looking back at you is indecent. So filthy that you and Jeongguk both falter, a soft moan echoing in unison.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk purrs.
“Please,” you cry, simply because you don't know what else to say, overtaken with pleasure.
“I already said you could cum, baby,” he reminds you.
And it's like it's all too much and not enough at the same time. Like the push and pull of his cock into your cunt is too good yet exactly what you need, like his hands on you are overstimulating but without them you wouldn’t feel that safety, that feeling of being adored and taken care of. Like his voice in your ear encouraging you is too nice but if he stopped talking to you you wouldn’t know wouldn’t know what to do, that it’s okay.
“Jeongguk,” you cry. Like actually cry. No longer able to hold in the tiny, overwhelmed sobs.
He presses into the side of your head, kisses you as well as he can when he’s jackhammering his hips into your cunt. He shushes you, and his hold on your jaw softens, his other hand petting over your front soothingly. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos.
And it just makes you cry harder. “I can’t– It’s– it’s too much–”
“Yes you can,” he whispers hotly, his eyes on you in the mirror. “You can do it, be good, cum for me…”
He uses the hand he has on your front to press you back into him, closer if that were even possible, but with the slight pressure on your lower belly he feels something.
The moan that falls from his lips is so shameless and lewd. It’s not loud, but more of a soft, wondrous keen.
His cock thrusting into you can be felt with the light push into your belly, and it unlocks something in him. He grabs one of your hands that’s clutching at his forearm and brings it down, his own hand on top of yours pushing so you can feel his cock inside of you too.
“Feel that?” he asks, nipping at your ear lightly, “So hard for you, so deep that you can feel me through your belly... Let go for me, baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock while I can feel myself inside you from the outside.”
Maybe it’s feeling him from the outside, or maybe it's the way he always manages to keep that soft, gentle way with you no matter what. Even if he gets worked up, losing himself a bit– he never leaves you, never becomes too harsh or rough. He’s always the perfect mix of both, and that’s what makes the pleasure that’s been ebbing in you wash over your body.
You tremble in his arms and soft, desperate whimpers get exhaled as you cum. No warning, but Jeongguk knows, feels the way you contract around him as he slows his hips a little, giving you longer, unhurried thrusts. He lets you bathe in it, the dreamy, dizzying high that makes you delirious as you thank him with teary words.
“That’s my girl, so good for me all the time… knew you could do it,” he says, his hips gradually starting to pick up again, his thrusts sloppy.
Vision is a little blurry when you blink your eyes, but the sight of Jeongguk wrapped around you, his face in your neck biting and moaning into your skin–
“Please cum inside of me,” you beg.
“Yeah, gonna–” he tells you, his teeth sinking into that spot between your shoulder and neck. You gasp when he sucks, knowing that there will be a mark, and you bring your hand up to his hair, keeping him close.
Jeongguk switches from those harsh sucks and bites to sweet kisses up your neck to your jaw. His fingers on your face urge you to look over your shoulder, and the distance between your lips and his is too small, too tempting for him to not take it.
He kisses you, desperate just like his thrusts are becoming until he's right at the crest.
“Gonna cum,” he pants against your lips, his hand on your tummy still pushing to feel himself.
You nod, still looking at him behind you, placing soft kisses on his lips at first and then wherever you can reach until he succumbs to the pleasure, his eyes closing and his head lulling back a little before he’s pressing into your sweaty hair, like he wants to hide yet stay close to you. He cums with a gasp, cock buried deep, throbbing with every shot of white that paints you from the inside.
As soon as he catches his breath, he kisses you.
He kisses you again and again and again.
There’s something so intimate… so vulnerable about letting someone wash you.
When there’s no ulterior motives laced with sex or lust. Just gentle touches, pure in the way they take their time with lathering up even the simple, boring parts of your body. Paying special mind to your hands, your calves. Behind your ears, your shoulders.
Jeongguk’s touching you like you’re sunshine.
Like he’s savoring the warmth of your body under his fingertips even though it's too hot in the shower.
He’s touching you like you’re the perfect day, one so perfect that he’s scared it will pass by before he can enjoy it.
He’s touching you with so much care and attention and it feels so good that it’s blissful. It feels so– it feels like when you’re a little kid and you return to the comfort of your home after a long day, to the familiarness of your bed, to everything that makes you feel safe.
It feels like your favorite memory. The one you keep adding onto because the details have gotten fuzzy, but you clutch onto it because it's too precious to let go of.
It feels like a–
It feels like–
Jeongguk takes his time with you.
It feels so good that it’s almost overwhelming in a way that you’ve never experienced before. It feels so good that tears sting behind your eyelids, so different from the tears you shed earlier.
He delicately untangles your hair, gets out all the knots he put in it. He cups your face, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs under your eyes, getting the makeup off as best he can. He’s careful when he’s suds up your body, mindful of the light blossoms that he planted into your skin. The violet on your neck pulses under the care, a bloom that’s pretty, a bloom that aches, a bloom that feels good.
He’s adoring, he’s soft, he’s bliss.
When his lips kiss your cheek, it's almost platonic, simply because it lacks desire. It sounds bad, embarrassing maybe, that he’s not desiring your naked body in front of him, but it’s not– it’s something new and it's so incredibly wholesome. His kisses are so sweet, so pure, so innocent and just an expression of caring rather than wanting that it makes you want him in a way that scares you.
After the final rinse, you kiss his cheek. Hope and yearn that he can feel half of what he made you feel. You hope he knows what you mean when you say quietly, “Thank you.”
“Wear this one, you look good in white.”
Jeongguk has a fluffy grey towel tied around his hips, lingering water droplets disappearing when they trek far enough down his torso. And you’re scrunching your hair in a matching towel, warm from the heated towel rack. The atmosphere in his bedroom is warm too, soft and comfortable, sweet like a cup of hot tea.
He’s got one of his white shirts scrunched in his hands, ready to dress you. Quiet laughter putters from your lips as you reach your hands up and into the arm holes as he pulls the neck hole over your head. When you pop out Jeongguk is close enough for you to kiss him, so you do.
“We’ve kissed so much today,” he says thoughtfully, turning and digging in his drawers. Instead of taking care of himself, he finds a pair of your lounge shorts that you left here.
“I know, how gross,” you say with playful disgust in your tone, as you take that and step into the shorts. Panties are unnecessary apparently, since he doesn’t hand you one of the stray pairs you know are in his dresser.
He hums walking into the bathroom. “It’s nice, I like kissing you.”
You roll your eyes following him. Hopping onto the counter you watch as he does his skincare. “We already had sex, no need to butter me up, sir.”
The corners of his mouth turn up just barely as he tries not to smile, hardly glancing at you as he dabs his moisturizer in.
“I like it when you’re around,” he says simply.
Heat rushes to your face, and your heart beats loud in your ears and something feels so different.  
So of course you just change the subject.
“I’m so glad we ordered food before the shower.” You place a hand on your belly, “I’m so hungry.”
“Hopefully you clicked the right stuff, since you were, you know, a little distracted… seeing as we were kissing… so much… because I like to kiss you...”
“Do you want a kiss right now? Is that why you’re being annoying?”
He makes an offended expression before immediately going back to his normal face, tinted with faux nonchalance. He shrugs his tattooed shoulder, tapping the cream in. “I wouldn’t object to a kiss or two…”
And so he gets a kiss or two or three, soft, giddy little pecks.
He pulls away, and just looks at you for a few seconds, doe-eyes dancing across your features before falling and lingering on the lovebite he left that’s peeking out. The neck of his shirt is too big, hanging loose. His hand comes up and he fingers at the material like he’s thinking of straightening the shirt out for you.
He doesn’t, instead bringing the hand to your jaw, making you tilt your head, looking up at him.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, his thumb gliding on the apple of your cheek.
Your eyes fall shut, content. A lazy smile laces your words when you say, “Thanks.”
Cute kissy noises ring in your ears until they don’t, the doorbell taking their place.
You pull away so fast that Jeongguk is almost insulted. Jumping from the counter you squeal about the food, tapping his toweled butt on the way out of the bathroom, telling him to hurry up and get dressed as you rummage through your purse for your wallet.
“Wait I’ll pay,” he says, finally dropping his towel and snagging a pair of briefs.
“It’s okay!” you call over your shoulder, speed walking to his front door.
The walk from Jeongguk’s bedroom isn’t too long, but your thoughts are fast, running a mile a minute. The thought of how good today has been, how easy it is to be with him. How whenever you’re with him you find that your cheeks hurt when you go home, laughter constant, and smiles ever present. You think about how warm his home is, how warm he is, how being with him is a comfort that you’ve come to crave.
The smile that is on your face is unconscious, the remnants of the soft emotions swirling in your chest, feeling like you’ve finally pinpointed what's so different about today.
When you open the door, that lingering smile falls and that hazy feeling evaporates.
In front of you is not a delivery guy.
It’s the woman from the pictures. The framed one in the hallway, the one on top of Nari’s dresser, the one in the photo albums Jeongguk let you browse through when you wanted to see his daughter as a newborn. It’s the same woman that was in the picture he sent you.
And your heart drops when you take her in. You knew she was pretty, but the pictures don’t even scratch the surface. Even when her features are pulled in perturbed confusion, she’s beautiful. She’s put together, long dark hair styled and sleek, make up done minimally but elegantly, her parted lips a sheer coral. Her straight, dark brows are furrowed causing a slight wrinkle between them. It looks out of place, an imperfection that doesn’t belong.
Her sharp eyes scan you, both of you just kind of standing there in the doorway, taking the other in. They go from your wet hair, to your face, down to where Jeongguk’s shirt hangs loosely off your shoulder. Her gaze hardens as she lingers there for just a moment, before directing dark eyes back at you.
It feels like it’s been hours, that you both have been there, but in reality it's not even a minute. She looks like she’s going to say something, but the impatient baby in the woman’s arms makes herself known.
At the high pitched squeal that Nari lets out, you snap out of it, plastering a smile on your face. The little one is smiling, clearly excited to see you, her doe-eyes curling and getting mini puffs under them. When she leans away from her mom, arms reaching out towards you, it’s instinct when you go to take her from her mom.
“Hi! Sorry Gguk’s in–” You falter, arms raised halfway, when Nari gets pulled out of reach.
The woman doesn’t go as far as taking a step away from you, but she turns at the waist kind of putting herself and some distance between you and her baby. As you let your hands fall in timid, jerky movements, you look between the two in front of you, and Nari’s doing the same, a cute confused expression on her face like she doesn’t know why she wasn’t allowed to play with you.
And it’s not like you blame Nari’s mom. It’s very apparent that she has no clue who you are. If anything you think it’s good that her mom is protective enough to not just hand Nari over to someone she doesn’t know. It makes sense, but it stings.
“Ba?” Nari babbles, to her mom.
The woman’s cold gaze breaks at the sound of her daughter's voice, and morphs into one of quiet love as she directs her eyes to the baby, giving her a soft smile. She bounces Nari a little on her hip, and Nari giggles. When they are looking at each other, their profile resemblance is striking. Of course Nari’s features are still baby soft, but it's obvious that they have the same nose. Small, slightly upturned. The same lips too; plump with the upper lip almost rounded.
“Who is this, Riri?” she asks her baby playfully, her eyes finding you again at the tailend of her sentence.
She’s smiling, but her eyes are stony, guarded, as she looks at you expectantly.
“I’m __– I’m a uh… a friend of Jeongguk’s?”
Her eyes narrow for a fraction of a second when you say ‘friend’ and the coolness she’s emitting is enough for you to call for Jeongguk for your shoulder, needing the comfort of him. The woman in front of you is intimidating in a way you don’t think you could ever achieve. It’s something about the way she carries herself, so collected and aloof, like she’s mastered the art of keeping it together.
And you’re not scared of her, not really. But what are you supposed to do in this situation other than call for Jeongguk?
At the thought of him, you hear his voice come from behind you and when you turn, you see him walking out of his room, bottom half clothed in dark joggers, his top half bare as he clumsily pulls a shirt over his head.
“Do you need cash for the ti–” When his wet head of hair pops out of the neck hole, and he sees not one girl in front of him, but three, his voice cuts out, and he slows as he takes in the scene before him. You see how his chest expands as he takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself before quickening his pace.
Nari starts to kick in her mom’s hold when she sees her dad approaching, excited little gasps puffing out of her.
“Hi, little flower,” Jeongguk coos, smiling wide as he brings his hand up, tickling Nari’s neck, making the baby squirm and curl in on herself as she bubbles out a giggle. “Dasom,” he says as a greeting to his ex-wife, as takes his place next to you, his hand settling on your lower back for just a moment, like he’s letting you know he’s there.
Dasom lets the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she says, “Jeongguk.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks. You can tell he’s trying to keep his voice neutral.
“Something came up at work. I have to go to the headquarters a few cities over for a few days,” Nari grabs at the dainty necklace she’s wearing, and Dasom gently untangles her little fingers, offering her her wrist instead. A heavier, more sturdy piece of jewelry keeps Nari busy. “I texted you hours ago letting you know I was on my way.”
“I was busy. I didn’t have my phone on me,” he explains.
Dasom looks between you both. The freshly washed hair on both your heads, the mark on your neck. The too-big, white shirt you have on that’s clearly not yours. “I can see that,” she replies coolly.
And suddenly you feel so out of place, so uncomfortable. Standing between two people who used to share the home you’re surrounded by. Two people who share the sweet baby girl that’s content babbling to herself. Two people who were married, who were in love, who have so much history together. You know it’s mildly absurd, because they’re divorced, but you feel like you’re intruding, like you’re doing something wrong.
You’re just about to excuse yourself when Jeongguk sighs, runs a frustrated hand through his hair, reaching out and taking Nari from her mom. “__, can you take Nari and wait for me in the playroom?”
“Daaa,” she peeps happily in her dad’s big arms, as he hands her off to you.
“Kook–” Dasom says, uneasiness lacing her tone.
“She’s fine Dasom, she’s been with __ many times,” Jeongguk says with a finality to his tone.
Dasom says her goodbyes to Nari, a tense silence falling over the house as you walk away with the baby. It’s not till Dasom thinks you’re far enough away that she speaks up.
“Who is that, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk shuts his eyes roughly when he hears a hint of confused hurt in her voice. He can tell she’s trying to mask it, but he’s known her for a long time. Remembers clearly what it sounds like, memories of all the painful talks preceding the divorce edging on his conscience.
“She’s a friend,” he sighs.
“How old are your friends these days?” Dasom questions, confusion turning to judgement– obvious in her tone and her stance, her arms crossing over her torso.
Jeongguk hangs his head and scrubs his hands over his face. “How was Nari?” he asks, trying to change the subject.
His ex has different plans. “How old is she?”
He looks up at her sharp tone, a surprised color to his features. He looks over his shoulder towards the playroom before he turns back to her, a soft incredulous scoff leaving his lips. “She’s old enough, and I’m not doing this with you. So if you don’t have any updates–” His hand is on the door in the process of inching it closed when Dasom interrupts him.
“You know,” she starts, “I never thought I’d have to worry about this with you. Thought you’d be able to keep your personal and parenting lives separate.”
And she knows exactly which buttons of his to push; of course she does. She was married to him for years, knew him better than anyone else at one point in time. She knows that insinuating that he is a lacking parent, that he doesn’t always put their daughter first, will irk him enough to pull a reaction out of him.
It’s purposefully done– vindictiveness an ugly side of his ex that doesn’t come out of her often, only when she’s hurt and wants to hurt back. Or at least it didn’t happen often. It’s been over a year, and people change.
“Are you sure you want to debate which of us has trouble separating and balancing things when you’re the one dropping our daughter off in the middle of your week with her, to go to work?” he asks, his tone icy. He knows her well too. Knows it’s the same insinuations that hurt him, that cut her as well.
Anger colors Dasom’s features as she takes a step closer to Jeongguk, her head tilted a little as she looks up at him. “I do it for her. To provide for her. You know that,” she spits, “And I keep my lovers away from her while I’m at it.”
Jeongguk laughs, like he can’t believe he’s having this conversation. “I’m sure you do, Dasom,” he pauses, debating on whether to add what he’s thinking. “And for the record, I don’t have ‘lovers’. I’m only seeing one person.”
“And are you planning on committing to her? Making it long term?”
Caught off guard doesn’t even really begin to cover the whiplash-like feeling that Jeongguk experiences when he hears the question.
He hesitates, flounders a little. He cares about you, likes you so, so much. And he’s not stupid– he knows that he feels something for you that’s vastly different from what he’s felt for the others before you but– you’re young. So young, with your whole life ahead of you. Meanwhile, he has his life already booked for the next 16 years, at least. He’s never really let himself think about things long term, because it just doesn’t seem realistic. Asking you to commit to not only him, but a two year old as well? It seems selfish to ask that of you, like an unintentional trap that steals your freedom. He can’t ask for that. He won’t.
Dasom looks disillusioned, like she really did expect better from Jeongguk. “I didn’t think so. You’re not even dating her... She’s your ‘friend’?” she asks.
Jeongguk just looks at her with pursed lips and pinched brows.
“And when you’re not ‘friends’ anymore, Kook?” she asks again, “Are you just going to bring another ‘friend’into Nari’s life for her to get attached to just for them to leave again? And what about when she’s older? Do you want her thinking that’s what women do? Come and go?”
Dasom’s words are exaggerated and extreme– she doesn't know the circumstances between you and him, doesn’t know that it was Nari that introduced you to one another, so waiting to introduce you and his daughter wasn’t an option. And it’s not like Jeongguk is ever going to have a legion of women filtering through his home.
But the point is made all the same.
“No, of course I don’t want that,” he says defeated, as he tilts his head back for a moment, letting his eyes shut.
“Yeah, me either,” she says. Her voice lacks the judgment it held at the beginning of the conversion, being replaced by blasé melancholy. “So I hope she gets it out of your system. Please drop Nari off next Friday, just like always.”
Turning on her heel, Dasom makes to leave before she stops abruptly. She takes a deep breath with her head tilted back, before she’s looking down, like she’s tired. Like the fight with Jeongguk took a lot of her. She pulls a folder from her bag, turning back around and presenting it to Jeongguk.
“For Ri’s speech…” she says softly, “I took her to another speech pathologist yesterday. This one said try doing signs during meals. ‘All done’. ‘More’...” Dasom does the signs haphazardly waving her hands about. “Doctor said it...” She takes a deep breath, and laughs halfheartedly, and Jeongguk can see how she’s tearing up. “Well, like all the other doctor’s we’ve taken her to, they said it may help.”
Her eyes are glassy when she looks at him, and Jeongguk’s heart aches because he knows exactly how she feels.
The anxiety and constant worry you feel over your child’s well-being is one of the hardest things to navigate because you have to keep it together and not let yourself get defeated. You have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes there’s things that, as a parent, you can’t fix, and that sometimes you can do everything right and still have things go wrong– things that may never be able to go right.
He knows that there is an unexplainable guilt, that there’s always that little voice in the back of your head that tells you that maybe if you had done this, then that wouldn’t have happened. It’s a horribly helpless feeling, wanting nothing more than to make things better for your child, and not being able to.
“She’s fine you know,” he says softly, “she’s just taking her time.”
Dasom tries to nod, but she breaks. Her hands come up to cover her quivering chin and quiet her soft cries. She buries her face in her palms as her shoulders tremble.
“Hey, hey,” Jeongguk whispers, reaching out and pulling her to his chest. Her hands are still covering her face, so his arms circle around her as a whole and he rests his chin on her head and lets her cry, his own eyes stinging.
It’s only a minute or two that Dasom weeps against his chest. She’s then pulling away with a deep breath, blowing it out in that soothing way trying to calm herself, trying to regulate her breathing. She laughs, airy like she’s embarrassed, as she taps under her eyes, trying to save her makeup as best she can.
“Ah… sorry about that,” she says, “Haven’t cried in a while so that was bound to happen sometime soon.”
Jeongguk laughs quietly before he muses, “She can say juice now.”
Dasom rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah… Joofs.”
They both laugh together, for a moment, a few moments, until it tapers off naturally. Leaving soft wistful smiles on their faces.
“Drive safe, Som-ie.”
“Yeah… Joofs.”
The laughter that echoes from Jeongguk’s foyer feels like a punch in the gut after everything that you’ve heard. All the things you felt earlier seem stupid and childish in hindsight.  
And yeah, you don’t blame Jeongguk for staying quiet when Dasom asked if he wanted to commit to you because that’s not something you guys have even touched on, but when he stayed silent as she went on about you just being his ‘friend’? Alluding to you just being a lay for him, just something he needs to ‘get out of his system’? Something disposable and unimportant?
You had at least expected him to defend you.
To tell her that while you may not be his girlfriend, you are important to him. More than a quick lay, more than just a young girl he needs to fuck out of his system. Because you know that’s exactly what she thinks you are. And what she thinks doesn't matter, not really, but if that’s what Jeongguk thinks?
Part of you knows that there’s no way that Jeongguk thinks that. That if he did, this thing between you both would have fizzled out by now or at least been harder to deal with. But that’s never been the case. It’s always been good with him, easy.
If he thought that way, he wouldn’t have been so worried in the beginning and would have instead jumped at the chance to get into your pants. You weren’t exactly subtle back then– there were plenty of opportunities for him to come onto you. But it literally took you throwing yourself at him for him to give in.
So like you know. You know, you know, you know in your heart that it’s not true, that he doesn’t think that little of you.
But his silence was enough to plant a seed of doubt, enough to break a little bit of trust. More than enough to hurt you.
You look down at Nari, and she reaches her hands up wanting to be held. A soft, pitiful laugh falls from your lips and you bend to pick her up.
“Sorry, wasn’t playing with you was I?”
Nari looks at you, studies you with those big eyes of hers. She pats at your cheek, a little roughly, but you can tell she’s trying to be gentle. Her little hand goes from patting to petting, almost like she’s trying to soothe you, like she can tell you’re upset.
“Buu?” she asks.
In reality you have no idea what she’s saying. But it feels like she’s asking if you’re okay, and just like if an adult were to ask you that when you’re close to losing it, close to breaking– it makes you cry.
Not the embarrassing type of cry, but just a tiny cry in front of the sweetest, tiny human. Your eyes just tear up, and your chin trembles a little bit as you try to muster up a small smile, but when you blink a couple tears spill over.
Nari gasps. “Nuuu!” she tells you, before she’s wrapping her tiny bread arms around your neck, clutching onto you like she’s trying to squeeze out all of the sad.
It makes you let out a watery laugh, and you squeeze back, enough so that she croaks a little like a frog. When you pull back she’s giggling in that pure baby way that probably has healing powers or something.
“You are so smart,” you tell her, sniffing a little, trying to get yourself together. You’re not sure if Dasom left yet, or how much longer it will be before Jeongguk comes back, and you don’t want him to know you were crying, or eavesdropping.
She tilts her head at you, then leans in with her lips pulled between her teeth making them pop out when they are against your cheek, a tiny ‘maa’ sounding with her smooch.
“That’s a new type of kiss,” you tell her.
“Sol-mi, Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter, taught her at the party.”
Whipping around at the sound of his voice, you turn and see Jeongguk leaning against the doorway with two glasses of wine in his hands and a sippy cup tucked into his arm. He gives you a soft smile, and you smile back because that’s the only thing you know how to do when you’re with him. Instinctive.
“Hi,” you say.
“Hi,” he says back.
“DAAADAAA!” Nari screeches.
You pull back, wincing for your ear drum, as you let Nari down with an endeared laugh. She toddles over to her dad, tugging on his joggers.
“Hi my babygirl,” he says. Then laughs when she tugs particularly hard, “Hey– you’re gonna pull Daddy’s pants down, quit it.”
“Joofs,” she says, grabby hands reaching for the sippy cup she spotted.
“I see how it is,” he says, handing you your glass and then grabbing the juice, “Didn’t even miss me?”
He manages to sit down without his hands and without squishing his daughter, and you follow suit, watching the daddy-daughter moment unfold, quietly sipping on your wine. Trying your best to push everything else out of your mind, trying to get that almost... safe, warm feeling back. The one that you always get when you’re with Jeongguk. It’s been missing since he came into the room.
“Give Daddy a kiss and then you can have your juice,” he angles his cheek to her and then adds on, “Also say please.” like it’s an afterthought.
You shake your head, smiling, and Jeongguk flicks his eyes to you, mirroring your expression.
“Peeb,” she spouts before she gives him a very quick, rather half-assed kiss. She doesn’t even do the ‘maa’. Her hands open out in front of her, expectant and ready for her drink.
Jeongguk tuts at her, but hands the juice over. “You’re rotten, missy.”
Nari says nothing, just waddles so she's standing in front of him with her back to his face. She plops herself right in his lap, his criss-crossed legs making a perfect Nari-shaped seat. Sipping away with her drink in one hand, her other comes down to Jeongguk’s tattooed arm that he wrapped around her belly. Tracing them with her pudgy little fingers, she tries her best to look down while simultaneously keeping her drink in the proper position.
It’s quiet for a bit, just Nari’s soft drinking noises. You take the moment to get up and grab something from your stuff in Jeongguk’s room, before returning. As you’re walking past Jeongguk back to your spot across from him, you feel his hand tug at the one you have dangling by your side.
You look at him, a small questioning noise sounding.
He pulls, making you bend at the waist getting closer to his level, and when he tilts his head back to look up at you, his eyes flicker to your lips and then he licks his and then he’s craning his neck and then he’s kissing you softly.
It’s fleeting but it's sweet. It makes the warm feeling settle in your heart again, just for a moment before it hides away, somewhere within you. Your eyes dart to Nari. Kisses usually being reserved for alone time.
He shakes his head. “It’s alright… Sorry that happened while you were here… Me and Dasom usually communicate better than that.”
You take a seat next to him and Nari, careful of his wine glass. “It’s okay…”
Gazes meet for a few seconds looking over the other like you’re both trying to figure something out. Things different from the ‘different’ you felt earlier. This different feels like something is off; the first one felt like a dream. Maybe it was.
“Okay,” he replies lightly, but he sounds unsure, like he doesn't know if it actually is ‘okay’. His eyes drop to the small bag that you brought into the room. “Whatcha got?”
You tell him you got Nari something for her birthday, nothing big but just something that reminded you of her. You ask him if it’s okay to give it to her.
He says of course, why wouldn’t it be?
For some reason the tiny exchange hurts.
Lacking an answer, you pinch at the little fat roll on Nari’s thigh, her tiny jean shorts putting all the chub on display. She looks up at you, and you raise the bag and shake it a little. Her smile grows as she realizes it's for her. Jeongguk is abandoned, your lap now occupied.
“She has no loyalty at all,” Jeongguk says.
“She’s just making as many allies as she can, and I think that is very smart of her,” you defend, watching as Nari plucks tissue paper after tissue paper out of the bag (with only one small hand, the other still holding her juice), until she’s squealing. Your face lights up at her enthusiasm, and hers lights up at the toy, and you don’t see it, but Jeongguk’s lights up at you both.
You’ve been good with her since that day you found her at your work, and Jeongguk notices when you go out of your way to ask about her, to be kind to her, patient with her... to take care of her. Never once have you treated her like she was a burden, or an inconvenience.
He sees the way that Nari is with you, too.
Sees how happy she gets when you walk in his front door, how she always shares her things with you in that sweet way that babies do when they like someone. She even asks about you when you don't come around for a few days. A babbled version of your name peeping from her little lips.
It’s no secret that his baby has grown attached to you, come to love you. Dasom’s words ring in his ears. The thing she said about Nari getting used to someone he brings into her life, just for them to not be permanent.  
A medium sized, pink, stuffed Narwhal is pulled from the bag by the horn, and Nari swings it to the side to show her dad, just for a moment, before she’s squeezing it to her chest. She’s cooing, kinda nuzzling into it.
“Ba buuu,” she says softly, eyes still on the gift like it's something wondrous, rather than just a small plush. Jeongguk grows soft and your heart squeezes in your chest. The warmth comes back, flickers before going out again.
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks around a sip of his wine.
“A narwhal. You know, Nar-i, Nar-whal.”
His mouth twitches, fighting a smile, but he just nods. Until he can’t hold his laughter in anymore, making you laugh too by consequence. Easy.
The little crows feet at the corners of his eyes make an appearance and he scrunches his nose at you as he quiets. His hair is still just a little bit damp. “It’s cute,” he amends. “You didn’t have to get her anything, but thank you for thinking about her.”
The smile on his lips is tiny, but you can tell it’s genuine. Without laughter lightning up his face, you realize how tired he looks, warn out.
“Are you okay?” you say, arms raising so Nari is able to get up, making her way to her other toys, the narwhal tucked into her side. She grabs a babydoll, holds it to the narwhal and makes them move around like she’s introducing her toys.
Jeongguk sighs, and leans back on his hands. “Just wasn’t expecting that, is all… I get stressed when things don’t go as planned.”
“That’s why you broke out the wine in the middle of the day?” you ask with a teasing tone.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “One glass won’t hurt…”
The doorbell cuts off your reply. The food’s here.
The headboard behind Jeongguk’s back is hard, just like he is under you.
But his touches are soft, just like his kisses.
You’re straddling him, your hips just barely rocking over him as you lick into his mouth. Mewl against his lips. Hands in his hair, not pulling, but just twining your fingers in his locks, keeping him close.
It’s slow, unhurried and gentle. When he brings his palms to your chest over his shirt, he feels how your nipples pebble through the material as he squeezes, rolls them in his hands. So responsive to his touch, you pull away for just a moment to breathe out a pleased sigh before giving him a few cute pecks. Pushing into your lips, he deepens the kisses, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you open up for him.
He feels young again, like he’s making out with his crush, heavy petting because they are too scared to go all the way, but too into each other to not give in just a little. He hasn’t felt this way in so long. You gasp into his mouth when he pinches your nipple between his fingertips. His cock pulses, but his heart clenches.
It’s like reality is finally catching up to him. Reminding him that you and him were never supposed to get in so deep, were never supposed to get so entangled in each other’s lives. Fun and casual. That’s what it’s supposed to be. But it’s so much more than that now. At least for him it is.
His heart clenches because he’s not young anymore, but you still are.
The baby monitor that goes off with hiccuping cries just confirms his feelings.
“Sorry,” he says against your lips, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing before he helps maneuver you off of him.
“Bring her back in here,” you suggest.
Jeongguk pauses, twisting to crack his back. “You sure?”
You hum, “Yeah, wanna hang out with you both.”
And again his heart pulls, but he nods with a soft smile and a quick kiss before he’s hurrying out of the room.
Hands scrub over your face as you wait for him, your head knocking against the headboard. You purposefully focus on playing a game on your phone while you wait, refusing to let your thoughts loop incessantly around your brain.
It's a little while when Jeongguk walks back in with Nari on his hip. The sight makes you coo.
Nari’s looking around like she’s still a little out of it, her tiny round body in a light pink nightie covered in little bunnies sleeping on clouds and moons. Instead of her hair being in her trademark little ponies, it’s down, falling in messy little wisps around her face. The narwhal is clutched in her tiny hand by the horn and when she sees you, she blinks a few times before she smiles around the paci in her mouth.
“Hi sweet girl,” you say, when Jeongguk places her on the bed.
She tries to walk over to you, but the bed is soft and she’s very much still tired so she stumbles, hits the mattress with a small oof and an airy little giggle. Crawling the rest of the way she sits herself next to you, puts her plush in her lap.
“Think someone had a bad dream,” Jeongguk says around a yawn, taking his spot on the bed. “Also sorry it took a second, had to change her pull up.”
You hum, your hand coming up to pet at her hair, dark, silky, and baby scented.
“Wanna watch something, boba?” Jeongguk asks, laying himself on his side, one hand propped under his head, the other on the remote.
Nari nods, hunkers down in the fluffy pillow behind her. She looks at you and pats the sheets, as if telling you to lay down like her and her Daddy. Of course you listen.
It’s calm and quiet, just the children’s show playing in the background that you all are watching. You and Jeongguk half heartedly, Nari with round eyes. She lets out little laughs every now and then, her blinks slow and heavy. Jeongguk’s got a hand resting on Nari’s tummy and her little hand holds onto his thumb.
The scene is domestic.
“She doesn’t have nightmares often, does she?” you ask quietly.
Jeongguk glances at you, shakes his head. “Not here at least.”
“Has she always been a co sleeper?”
Jeongguk shakes his head again. “Not till after the divorce,” he says. “And I wouldn’t say she still co sleeps… most nights she sleeps on well on her own. I just don’t tell her no if she wants to come into my room.”
At the mention of the divorce your brain begins to whirl.
It’s not something he brings up often, and it’s never really bothered you. But after today, after you saw and heard how he and his ex interacted… It makes you curious. They seem to get along decently well, and they both clearly love Nari.
You sound a bit timid when you ask, “Why did you guys split up?”
Jeongguk’s quiet, doesn’t acknowledge that he heard you even though you know that he did. You worry that you’ve said something wrong, and you’re about to apologize but he speaks up.
“I’ll tell you… just getting my thoughts in order.”
Jeongguk stares down at the teeny, tiny baby in the bassinet. The light pink of the skirt at the bottom matches the accents on the walls of her nursery.
Her big eyes are watching the fairy mobile, big felt flowers dangling above her, the softest baby coos leaving her mouth every once in a while. She was already up when he got home from work.
When he puts his hand inside the baby bed and extends one of his fingers petting at her small hand, the baby jumps a little like she didn’t know he was there, but recognition is instant and she smiles up at him, her tiny fingers clutching around his.
“Hi miss Nari,” he says quietly, “How long have you been up, hmm? Bout time for some milk isn’t it?”
She blows a bubble up at him.
His heart swells as he picks her up, a big hand supporting her head as he pulls her to his chest. A detour to the changing table precedes his walk to the living room, where his wife is sat cross legged on the floor, papers and her laptop scattered in front of her on the coffee table. The video baby monitor is propped up as well.
“Hi honey,” Jeongguk says.
Dasom looks over her shoulder, sees the two of them and smiles. “Hey, how was work? And how’s our baby?” She types something on her laptop.
“Baby is good and work was work. Remember how I said we are thinking of setting up another branch?” Jeongguk asks, swaying a little with his cheek resting on Nari’s head. She smells like baby and Dasom hums in acknowledgement. “My brother finally got me a list of locations, so just a lot of assigning scouts to scope them out and budgeting for the cost of their travel.”
“That’s great, babe,” Dasom says.
Jeongguk watches her for a few more moments, as she flips through the papers like she’s looking for something. He walks around, so that he can sit in the loveseat off to the side, adjusts Nari so that she’s cradled in the bend of his arm. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Just reviewing everything that’s happened at the office over the last few months…” She flicks her eyes to him.
Jeongguk frowns. “You still have two and a half weeks before you have to go back, don’t you?”
“Yeah, wanna be prepared though.”
Nari starts to wiggle in his arms, fussy. “Did you ever see if you could get a few more weeks since you guys were in the hospital for so long? That’s hardly a leave, if you ask me.”
She laughs lightly. “That’s true. But I don’t think it’s necessary? She’s doing really well, and I think that that Montessori nursery will be good for her.”
Tension fills Jeongguk’s body. “I thought we talked about letting Yeoreum watch her when you go back to work.”
“Well yes. We talked about it– but we didn’t commit to–”
“We didn’t commit to Montessori either–”
“What benefits is Nari getting if we do that?” Dasom says, finally giving Jeongguk her full attention. “No offense to Jin’s wife, but it’s not like she’s certified to care for newborns.”
“She’s a mother, Som. A very good one, she knows how to care for a baby. And Nari would be the only baby she’s taking care of so it’s one on one attention and it’s someone we know and trust so–”
“Montessori has curriculum, and it teaches children to be independent–”
“She’s a baby! She doesn’t need to be independent. She needs to be–”
Nari’s fussiness has escalated, her tiny cries filling the living room. Jeongguk starts rocking her, shushing her with soft coos. He tries the pacifier attached to her onesie, but she just pushes it out, crying louder.
“She’s hungry,” Jeongguk says, getting to his feet so he can hand her to her mom.
“I pre-pumped when she was napping earlier. There’s a bottle with 6.5 ounces in the fridge.”
Picking his battles and barely suppressing a frustrated sigh, he walks to the kitchen and places the bottle in the warmer. Nari’s cries continue to sound as he waits, bouncing her a little, rubbing her back.
Back in the loveseat, he tries to give Nari her dinner but she’s grumpy, turning her head or pushing the nipple out of her mouth, growing angrier by the minute, her tiny body turning red from how hard she’s crying.
“She’s not taking the bottle, I think she–”
“Is it warm enough?”
“Yes, I think she wants you.”
Nari’s mom looks over the top of her laptop and nods. “I’m just about done–”
“Dasom, please,” Jeongguk says, “She’s hungry and she wants her mom.”
Almost like a fog clears, Dasom’s face falls before she’s nodding hastily. “Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry I– bring her to me.”
As soon as Nari’s in her mom’s arms she quiets some, and once Dasom holds her close and starts to feed her it’s serene again. Nari’s little hand opens and closes rhythmically, until her mom gives her her finger, like Jeongguk did early. Ever since she came home from the hospital, she’s liked to hold hands.
“I’m sorry,” Dasom whispers again, without looking at Jeongguk. He can hear the guilt in her voice.
He tells her it's okay and that he’s going to shower.
Later when Nari’s down for the night and he and his wife are laying in bed, Dasom apologizes again. Tells Jeongguk that she was just stressed with preparing for work and juggling the baby.
“Som-ie, that reminds me, I was thinking…”
She turns to look at him from his side of the bed, smiling. “Not too hard, hopefully.”
“Ha-ha,” he says, unamused. He continues nervously, like he’s walking on eggshells. “But I was thinking– what if you took off for the first year or so?”
The shift in atmosphere is instant. Dasom goes stiff in her spot next to him, and she says silent.
“I only say it because we would be fine, you know?” He tries to explain, “My job brings in more than enough for us to be okay, and if you just stayed home with her, you could teach her the way that you want and I would get the peace of mind knowing that she’s safe with someone I love and trust. We would solve the daycare dilemma…”
Still, his wife says nothing, her brows furrowed.
“And you wouldn’t be so stressed…” Jeongguk continues, “you wouldn’t have to worry about work on top of being a mom… You would never miss any of her firsts and–”
“When we talked about having a baby, I told you I didn’t want to be one of those moms.”
Dasom’s voice is upset, her tone hard.
“I know, I know,” Jeongguk says softly, “But it wouldn’t be for forever. Just until she’s older… I read that companies will give extended leaves sometimes, kind of like a sabbatical.”
She laughs in disbelief, “How long have you been thinking about this? I’m not taking an extended leave, or a sabbatical, or a hiatus or whatever it is you’ve been researching, Jeongguk. I worked so hard to get to where I am,” she closes her eyes like she’s trying to stay calm, “You can’t ask me to throw that away.”
“That’s not what I’m asking–”
“But it is!” she exclaims, “Even being gone for 3 months has already put me back. My position isn’t one that can stay open for extended periods of time. And that means if I take off for even just a year– it’ll be given to someone else. Someone else will come into what I built and either reap the benefits or ruin it.”
Jeongguk stays quiet, looking at the pattern of the duvet over his lap.
It’s softer when Dasom speaks up again. “If that’s the kind of mother you want me to be– the kind that has no substance, or passions, or goals outside of being a mom– then… you may as well get the papers.”
Jeongguk’s head snaps up, his expression shocked and confused. “Divorce? Why is that the first thing your mind goes to?”
Dasom runs her hands through her hair, pressing the heels of her palms against her temples. “I’m not gonna bend on this, Kook.”
And it was almost like when the idea of divorce was spoken into existence, it was something that hung over them, like a curse that took only 7 months to come true.
“Dasom is a good mom,” Jeongguk says slowly, “We just parent very differently.”
You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue, adjusting yourself so that you’re looking at him.
“That’s the root of it, really. We couldn’t agree on anything when it came to Nari. And obviously we talked about things before she was born, and had a loose idea of how we wanted to raise her…” He stops for a moment to think.
“It’s just so different when they are born, like you think you know what it means to be a parent but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened and they are in your arms and you’re searching for a daycare and coming across horror stories about the workers abusing the kids. Or thinking about how it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she doesn’t talk but also knowing how much harder her life will be if she doesn’t.”
You can feel a heaviness cloud the room. Jeongguk is so good at keeping this part of himself tucked away, good at putting on a brave face that when you look at him and see him looking down at his baby with worried, furrowed brows, your heart aches.
“And it led to a lot of really bad fights and it just got to a point where one day I decided I wouldn’t raise a baby in a home that was tumultuous.”
“What did you guys argue about?” you ask softly.
Jeongguk gives you a sad smile. “More like what didn’t we argue about. Daycare… But I’ll admit I agreed to it before she was born and then changed my mind... Her speech, how to deal with tantrums, where she slept, what she ate. I think Dasom’s too tough, she thinks I’m too soft…” he taps his fingers on Nari’s belly, “She thinks I’m part of the reason why she doesn’t talk. That because I dote on her, Nari thinks that she doesn’t need to use words so she just doesn’t.”
Your brows furrow. “Babies hit milestones at different rates, my cousin didn’t talk at all until he was three… Taking care of her isn’t hindering her development.”
“Thank you,” he says, quietly. “I think she’s starting to understand that too, as we keep getting outside opinions…”
He falls silent and you can tell he’s sad, his hand coming up to push Nari’s hair off of her forehead, the baby now sleeping, her round tummy expanding as she takes deep breaths. You feel bad, having brought the tense atmosphere on with your questions.
“Nari’s so smart, Gguk,” you say, kind of hasty, eager to make him feel better. “Like earlier I was upset, and she just knew… she’s so emotionally intelligent and has such a pure heart–”
“You were upset earlier?” Jeongguk asks, his gaze questioning as he looks at you.
Your mouth opens and closes like you’re trying to find the right words, but none will come out.
“Why were you upset?” he asks again, genuine worry on his face.
And just like a few hours ago, when you felt like Nari was asking you if you were okay; when Jeongguk asks you why you were upset, tears begin to well in your eyes.
At the sight of tearing up, Jeongguk sits up gingerly trying to not wake Nari, but also be attentive at the same time. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me…”
You sit up too, looking at Jeongguk for a moment before looking down at your hands in your lap. A tear lands on your skin when you blink, and you take a deep breath before you say, “I… I heard you earlier…”
His face pulls into one of confusion. “Me and Dasom?”
Your head tilts back, and you sound exasperated when you say, “Who else?”
Jeongguk thinks for a moment, goes over what he and his ex talked about, remembers her being a bit touchy about your age, and then he thinks he gets it. His features soften as he says, “Don’t listen to her… seeing you just caught her off guard, she–”
You give a hopeless watery laugh, turning to look at him with sad eyes. “It’s not what she said, it’s what you didn’t say.”
And once again confusion takes over his features, his mind trying to comprehend how and why something he never even said could hurt you to the point of you sniffling in his bed, your eyes begging him to get it. He feels bad when he says, “I don’t understand?”
It was never in the plan for you to be the girl that’s crying about why a man did or didn’t do something– that’s never been who you are. You’ve never really cared enough to get upset, you’ve always been independent, just cutting your losses and moving on.
But with Jeongguk, cutting your losses feels a lot like cutting out part of your heart, and you don’t think you’ll make it if you do that. One can live with half their lungs, only one of their kidneys… but no one ever lasts long when part of their heart goes missing. Jeongguk has become vital to you.
“Jeongguk,” you whisper, “What are we doing?”
Maybe it’s unfair of you to ask him something like that, when you both agreed to something carefree, no strings attached. But you think that falling in love with someone is a lot like how Jeongguk described being a parent: You think you know what it means, but you really don’t. Not until it’s already happened.
Because that’s what felt different prior to opening that door and letting doubt in with the breeze. Everything felt warmer, easier, safer, better because it was laced with the realization that you love Jeongguk.
His face has fallen when you look at him, waiting for his reply. The corners of his lips are down turned, and his brows are turned up. He begins to shake his head softly, his mouth parting a few times before he’s raising his shoulders in a hopeless way.
“I– I don’t know anymore,” he whispers back.
That’s the answer you expected, but it still makes you exhale pain, like his words knock the wind out of you. It’s shaky when you catch your breath, but you nod.
“I think I should leave for tonight,” you tell him, starting to push his comforter to the side.
Jeongguk feels his heart start to race, and he reaches out for you, his hand landing on your shoulder. “What? Right now? It’s the middle of the night– don’t– it’s–”
“If you don’t want me to leave,” you interrupt him, “then we need to talk.”
His mouth snaps shut and he rolls his lips between his teeth like he’s thinking. He glances at the baby sleeping between you, and gives you a quick nod. “Yeah, okay… Just not here, I don’t want her waking up again… let me get the monitor from her room. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Nodding wordlessly, you slip out of the room.
You’re pacing lightly, in nothing but his shirt that hits high on your thigh and a pair of panties, when Jeongguk comes out. He’s still shirtless, but he pulled on some joggers before leaving the room. One hand is pushing his hair back like he’s stressed, and the other is holding the baby monitor. He places it on the counter, and turns to you. A sad smile is offered, and you give him one back because it’s instinct.
It seems like neither of you know where to begin, both just breathing heavy in the artificial light. You take a deep breath.
“I wanted you to defend me,” you admit.
Jeongguk stays quiet, but his brows pinch.
“Or maybe like… defend us…” Embarrassment creeps into your bones.
“Defend us over what?” he asks. He doesn’t sound like he’s being dense, but like he actually doesn’t know.
Sighing, you say, “The way she talked about me, Gguk… She said I was something you needed to ‘get out of your system’... just a friend you fuck that’s disposable and unimportant and–”
“You know that’s not true,” he interjects.
“Yeah I do. Why didn’t you tell her that?” You can feel the first licks of anger in your chest, your voice coming out harsher than you intend. “Why did you let her talk about me like I’m just some stupid kid that doesn’t know what she wants? Like you don’t know what you want?”
Jeongguk thinks about it, realizes the answer is quite simple.
“Because I don’t know what I want, and I don’t think that you know what you want either.”
You look taken aback, and anger colors your features. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that this turned into something it was never supposed to and now we don’t know how to navigate it or what we want from each other anymore,” Jeongguk explains, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice.
It’s true and it’s not at the same time. Because Jeongguk knows what he wants, at least to some extent, but he knows he can’t have it. Meaning that if he can’t have what he wants, he doesn’t know what he wants instead of that. And he supposes he can’t speak for you, but he doesn’t correct himself, instead says, “We’re in too deep, __… I care about you.”
It doesn’t sound like much, but you know what he means… know that it’s a confession of some sort.
Tentative hope bubbles in your chest at his words, and you take a few steps closer to him. “That’s not a bad thing, I care too. We both care so we can–” you pause, and look up at him. “We can just take the next step or something, right?”
Jeongguk smiles softly, and his hands come up to cup your face and it’s warm again, and it’s safe when you’re in his palms and when he’s kissing you. Your hands come up to just hold at his wrists, eyes shutting, and it’s sweet again and–
“It’s not that simple, baby…”
–and it’s over.
“There’s something that Dasom said that’s true.”
And you know it’s childish but you shake your head in his hands and tears begin to brim. She ruined everything. She planted that seed of doubt in both your heads, and she’s the reason why Jeongguk doesn’t feel safe anymore and why his hands aren’t warm and why everything is falling apart. You squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your brows together, a few tears spilling over. “I don’t want to talk about her,” you whisper.
He smiles, a sad curve to his lips. “I know, you don’t... But we both need to hear it… We don’t agree on a lot when it comes to Nari, but she was right when she said that thing about people coming into Nari’s life and then leaving after she gets attached. That’s not fair to Nari and it was selfish of me to let it happen.”
“How do you know I’m just going to leave?” you ask.
“Because I’m not going to let you stay,” Jeongguk whispers, his thumb wiping away the tears that have already started to flow.
Words don’t even come to you, because of how badly it hurts. And you’re doing your best to keep it as together as you can because you aren’t pathetic. You’re not going to beg him to let you stay but you want to understand why. Your voice cracks when you ask him.
“You’re too young, __. And I’m not saying that’s why I don’t think you know what you want… But I don’t think you know what being with me long term means, and what you would be missing out on… I’m not going to trap you, it’ll just lead to you resenting me,” he says gently. His hands have left your face, and he walks around a little like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “And there’s just so much that I have to balance. I don’t know if I have room or the time–”
It feels like a slap in the face. How did everything change so quickly from this morning?
“There was room in your bed for me,” you interrupt him, bitter pain lacing your words. “You had time to fuck me.”
He winces. “You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he tells you gently, “I just meant… I think I need to think about things, reevaluate my priorities–”
It sounds a lot like what you said earlier, when you were under him, taunting him with kisses.
You hum, “I just think you need to reevaluate your priorities, maybe.”
“And what do you think my priorities should be, __?” he whispers, eyes searching your face, lingering on your lips, a fond look coloring his features.
“Well, right now,” you start, looping your arms around his neck, “I think you should really focus on that plank, and on that kiss you’re dying to give me.”
And god, you wish you could go back. Wish you could rewind and just replay everything up until the doorbell rang. But you can’t because the reality of the situation is that this was always going to end.
Jeongguk has his mind made up. The fear of you leaving him and Nari and the fear of you resenting him if you stayed are inevitable feelings that he would have realized eventually. He has priorities and if he doesn’t change the way he thinks, it won’t ever work because–
“Because I’m not one of them…” you realize quietly. He cares, but not enough.
Jeongguk’s composure breaks and it’s written all over his face, how much it hurts him to hurt you, even if it’s not intentional. “I’m sorry,” he says, and it sounds desperate like he’s yearning for you to know that he means it. “But it’s always going to be her, Nari will always be the most important thing to me.”
And you won’t beg for a place in his life, but you want him to understand.
“I’m not asking to be the most important thing in your life, that’s not what I want,” you tell him.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you to understand that I just want to be with you,” you tell him.
He’s by the couch now, sitting on the armrest. His lips are pressed in a tight line, and you can see redness around his eyes from fighting tears of his own. You’re still by the counter where he left you.
“It doesn’t have to be so extreme, Gguk… It’s not like we’re getting married, we would just be taking a next step–”
“But we might, __!” he yells, before shutting his eyes roughly and taking a deep breath. His tone is softer when he continues. “Obviously I wouldn’t spring that on you, but being with me means that you have to be okay with a lot of things,” he says.  
When you ask him what kinds of things he says, “You would have to be okay with never coming first, with me cancelling on you whenever something comes up with Nari. You would have to be okay with me still having a relationship with my ex because I refuse to let my baby have parents that hate each other.”
You try to keep your face straight but he must be able to see how he’s getting into your head because he continues, almost like he’s trying to convince you it’s not worth it being with him.
“At 22 you have to be okay with potentially getting married, with being a stepmom… I know you care about Nari, but if you were to commit to me, you would have to commit to her too. There would be boundaries that me and Dasom make, and you would have to respect them. You and her would have to learn to get along.”
“You’re only 22, __,” he continues, his voice borders on whining, like he just wants you to get it. “You don’t want that. You would lose your freedom… while your friends are travelling or doing whatever, you’ll be in a relationship, tied down… I won’t do that to you, __.” He looks at you for a moment. “Maybe you want a relationship,” he amends, trying to acknowledge your feelings. “But you don’t want an instant family, it’s too much for someone so young. It’s even a lot for people my age.”
“Why does it have to be so… all or nothing?” you ask, a little desperate because it's hard to understand the way he thinks.
“I can’t think short term when I have a baby who depends on me long term,” he replies.
“Then what have we been doing this whole time?”
Jeongguk opens his hands, turns his palms up like he’s giving up. “I was selfish and I got caught up… I made a mistake.”
A mistake. Your heart breaks a little but it beats loud in your ears as you let his words sink in. It's a lot to take in, especially when you two haven’t spoken about being in a committed relationship even once before. And it's confusing because he said he cared.
“I thought you cared about me… Why does it feel like you’re trying to scare me away?” you ask him, voice hurt.
Jeongguk looks at his hands, like he can’t face you. “I do care about you, and I’m not trying to scare you,” he says quietly. “I’m just telling you a fraction of the things that you really need to think about.”
And think you do.
Do you really want all that? Was he right when he alluded to you losing more than you gain? Are you ready to get into a relationship with someone who has marriage as the end goal when you don’t even have your life figured out? Are you really mature enough to handle his relationship with his ex, when you can’t even maturely handle things with your roommates sometimes?
Would being with you be a good thing for him and Nari? Or would they be better off with someone else? Someone with goals and passions, and their life a little more figured out. Maybe someone who has a kid of her own, because she knows what it’s like already. Someone older and more mature with a good job. Someone who is nothing like you.
You didn’t even notice that you started crying, but when you come back, your eyes are blurry and your cheeks are sticky with old and new tears.
“Okay,” you say. You try to smile, but your chin is quivering. “I’ll let you know when I’ve thought through everything.”
When you go back to his room to get you things, you give Nari a tiny kiss, and you tell her that you’ll miss her. As you walk past Jeongguk to his front door, he doesn’t try to stop you this time.
You love Jeongguk, you’re sure that you do, but maybe being with him isn’t what's best. Doubt has made a home in your heart, that warmth you long for nowhere to be seen or felt.
AYOOOOO don’t scream at me too much, that's not the end lmao but whoa... how’d they go from kissing to crying just like that hmm... also, opinions on the ex wife?? genuinely curious bc i actually dont hate her ?? 🤔 anyway, i hope you liked it, if you did please do all the things~~ please reblog, like, comment, send an ask... very curious about how we feel about this one 🙇🏻‍♀️ thanks for reading and as always i love u, sorry im posting late lol byeeee <3
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koos-euphoria · 10 months
sᴇx ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ | ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ | ᴘʀᴏʟᴏᴜɢᴇ
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jungkook x reader | smut/fluff/angst | therapist!au
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sᴇx ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ
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wordcount: 2K
warnings: sex therapist!jk, bf!hyunjin, slow burn, relationship problems, sex problems, mentions of sex, protected sex.
— summary: you and your boyfriend are having problems In the bedroom so you decide to make an appointment with Dr. Jeon.
notes: I wasn’t gonna post this yet, wanting to do more of my other series first, but found it perfect for this months btswritersclub project ‘new’ :)
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© koos-euphoria 2022. Do not repost, modify or translate.
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You hate how useless you feel. Unable to take much control of your relationship as it slowly falls apart at the seams. It hurts to see the one you love most slip right through your fingertips. It wasn’t Hyunjin’s fault. He was everything anyone could want and if there was an award for best boyfriend it would for sure go to him. The sweetest, most genuine person you’ve ever met.
But the sex, god the fucking sex. It was awful. That was putting it nicely. Hyunjin was painfully oblivious to this fact, thinking it was always some mind blowing sex after he got to reach his orgasm every time you fucked. Where as you were left high and dry, faking one… or a few where you must.
You tried, really tried to make it work. It never did no matter what you try though. Even as you continue telling him exactly how you like it. It would only ever work in your favour for a few minutes before you’d go back to feeling no orgasmic sensation. Hyunjin doesn’t have very many kinks, he is what your best friend called - a vanilla cupcake with rainbow sprinkles on top.
However the sex didn’t used to be bad, it was all that you did together at the start of your relationship. Never being able to keep your hands off him and jumping his bones every chance you got. It was hot, passionate but still lacked all those kinks you’ve been fantasising in your head.
Guilt. It ate you alive. It’s all you could feel whenever Hyunjin wants to fuck. Knowing you’ll have to lie again, and maybe you should listen to Ryujin and just grow a pair of imaginary balls and simply talk to him about how you feel but the last thing you want is for him to be hurt. Not after all the care and love he gives you.
But you find yourself giving into him still, unable to resist him because despite the fact he didn’t know how to use his cock, he was definitely good at charming you with his words.
So you find yourself now, striping both your clothes off layer by layer, putting all your effort into satisfying him, even if you know deep down that you yourself won’t have that same outcome by the end of this. You curse under your breath at how beautiful he looks like this, underneath you.
Small beads of sweat starting to drip down his temples and into the divots of his collarbone. His blonde hair sticks to his clammy skin. His tongue swipes across his pump, kiss swollen lips as he watches the filthy way you spit into your hand uses the bodily fluid to make your pussy and his dick wet because - let’s be honest - you were definitely not wet enough without the help. His lips part as he gasps, the feeling of your warm cunt finally sucking in the tip of his hard cock.
His eyes roll back further into his skull when you sink further, despite the thin layer of latex, he could feel your warm walls hug his dick. You keep sinking on him until his full length is sheathed inside you.
He is art.
You curse to yourself mentally. How could you not be turned on by this sight?
You find your own self moaning out, not only at the sight of him being completely wrecked below you but also out of frustration at how someone so pretty be so shitty at fucking.
“You feel so good, baby.” Hyunjin praises, his voice breathless as he watches the way his cock disappears inside you before sliding back out. You don’t say anything back, instead you smirk at the male, leaning forward to place your hands on his bare chest. Palms moving up and down with it as it heaves in pleasure.
You double your efforts, fucking yourself harder on him, tits bouncing with every time your ass slaps agains the tops of his thighs. The silent bedroom quickly becomes filled with the lewd noises.
Hyunjin moans loudly his hips bucking to meet your pace, pushing his cock further, deeper within you. Just missing that one sweet spot. You bite your lip to hold in the tiny frustrated whimper that’s begging to come from you.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, baby.” Hyunjin moans as he sits up his large arms wrapping around your naked frame as he pulls you closer. “Cum with me. Please!” He begs as his head tips back, his Adam’s apple on full display, and you don’t waste time and attach your lips to his neck, biting, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh.
You whisper against his skin that small lie that makes your heart sink every time. “I’m close.” You moan burying your face into his neck as you clench your cunt around him, mimicking your orgasm. “Fuuuuck. Your so tight. Gonna cum.” Hyunjin moans out his his driving up into as he works to wards his own high.
Then he groans out loudly, his eyes screwing shut tightly as his hips stop thrusting. His cum unloads inside the condom, filling it up.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Hyunjin sighs affectionately, his head floating in cloud 9 as he basks in his after glow. He looks down to you after catching his breath, and kisses you sweetly on the head, “you okay baby?” He asks softly his hand tracing up and down your back soothingly.
Guilt. God you’re the worst person to exist. You nod your head as you hum, burying your face further into his neck. Not ready to quite face him yet. “Hm, how about I run as a bath?” Hyunjin asks gently, hugging you tighter.
The worst.
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“I don’t understand why you don’t just say something to him Y/n.” Ryujin rants from her place next to you. Her body leaning back on her palms casually on the uncomfortable wooden floor as she stares intensely at the side of your face. You slouch into the mirrored wall as you ignore her stare, continuing to pretend that something more interesting is on your phone. “I don’t want to hurt him, he’s too good to me.” You whisper, eyebrows furrowing together as sadness takes over you.
Ryujin hums in sympathy, her arms moving to fold over her chest as she thinks of different ways she could help. “Oh!” She shouts as she launches towards you, hands reaching to grasp your biceps. Your eyes widen as you look around the studio hoping that none of the her classmates are looking. Mentally you sigh in relief, the room is empty as the clock on the wall opposite you both indicates the lesson was over.
Your eyes fall back into Ryujin as she shakes you violently, “what?” You hiss eyes turning into slits as she continues to cause a big scene. “Why don’t you show him porn?” She asks proud of her suggestion. You stare at her gobsmacked, before a laugh bubbles out of you. “You’re kidding right? Porn? Really? You know that’s just acting right?“ You continue to laugh when you see Ryujin pout at your response.
“Fuck you, I was just trying to help!” Ryujin whines as she pushes your shoulder. You giggle once more as you grasp her wrist sliding your hand down to hold her hand. “I know you are, and I love you for trying, but that isn’t gonna work.” You tell her as you lean your head against her shoulder, you sigh dramatically. “I just need to live with the fact that he can’t make me cum for the rest of my life.” You joke, making Ryujin chuckle, her shoulders shaking.
“Well I think I came back at the wrong point of this conversation.” You both jump at the sound of a males voice. Both of your heads whipping towards the intruder standing at the studio door to see Jimin, Ryujin’s dance teacher. He awkwardly continues his way to his things, a water bottle and towel in his hands.
Your eyes widen as you realise he overheard what you said, your cheeks turning a crimson colour as embarrassment fills your body.
“Having problems in the bedroom, Y/n?” Jimin asks teasingly as he tilts he’s head to the side. His eyes sparkle as he watches you flush more at his question. “She is.” Ryujin answers for you causing you to gasp and push yourself away from the female next to you. “Hey!” You shout bewildered at how fast she betrays you. Your eyes roll as she smiled back sheepishly at you. Jimin watches the whole interaction between the two of you with amusement.
He walks towards the both of you. Stopping in front to crouch down, tilting his head slightly to create eye contact. “If you really are having problems, my roommate is a doctor… or well a therapist for those types of things. Maybe he could help you.” He smiles softly, no sign of teasing this time. It’s sympathetic.
“Is he any good though?” Ryujin asks and Jimin goes to reply. Only to be cut off “Unbiased answer is allowed only.” She adds as she has hold up her hand. Jimin laughs at her, before nodding. “Yes, he’s good at his job, most clients of his has left him a review of 4.5 stars out of 5 on yelp.” Jimin tells you and you nod as you listen carefully.
You sigh as you look down at you hands shyly, “thanks Jimin, but I dunno if I wanna see a doctor. He’ll probably come to the conclusion that I’m being dramatic.” You laugh lightly before ducking your head.
No your pride is too high to see someone else for advice.
“That’s fine, I’m just letting you know the option is out there. He works near here, office isn’t far. But I’ll still give you the number and it would be Dr. Jeon you ask for. But you don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna.” Jimin tell you as he writes the number onto a piece of paper before handing it to you gently.
“Thank you.” You say politely with a small awkward smile.
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Jimin’s suggestion to see his doctor friend hasn’t left your mind over the course of two weeks. Floating around in the background of your stupid brain no matter how hard to tried to push it away.
You find yourself waking alone the Monday morning, Hyunjin already up and gone to work.
Within the next ten minutes or so you end up digging your hand into the pockets of the jeans you were wearing that day, to find the tiny slip of paper. You stare at it, the messy black pen smudged slightly as you forgot to take it out before washing them but it is still readable as the pad of your thumb traces over you the numbers. You take your bottom lip between your teeth biting and peeling the dry skin off it.
Would it be so bad? What if it worked? You thought as your thigh begins to bounce up on down.
Fuck it.
If it doesn’t work you don’t need to go back right? You grab your phone from the bedside table, unlocking it and opening your number pad. Punching in the digits as butterflies begin to swarm and flutter in your stomach, making you feel nauseous.
Ring-Ring. Ring-Ring.
“Hello, this is the SH Clinic how i may help you today?” You hear a woman’s overly friendly high pitched customer service voice ask in your ear. You would of rolled your eyes at how obviously fake she sounded, that is if you weren’t so fucking nervous.
Grow a pair of imaginary balls y/n. You cough trying to cover you nerves. Shifting your body around as you try to work out the courage to speak.
“Hello?” The woman’s voice comes through the phone speaker once again.
“Yes, h-hello I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Jeon please.”
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bluewhale52 · 8 months
Good Morning
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Summary: Morning sex with DILF Yoongi. That’s it. That’s about it.
Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader
Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.
Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC
WC: 1k
Warning: oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex, domestic sex (??), smut with a bit of fluff i guess....
~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~
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You squirm awake, opening an eye reluctantly to see dawn has not broken yet. Your first instinct is to plop over to your stomach and will yourself to go back to sleep, but then you feel it- two hands on your thighs pinning your lower body down, rendering you unable to move. Then you feel another thing- a wet swipe of tongue against your bare sex.
“Yoongi,” you moan sleepily, irritation of being woken up early slowly making way to another sensation altogether.
He moans in reply, mouth too busy between your legs, humming in approval of your taste. Your hand flails at a particular lick and flick, searching for his head. You only find a hard lump beneath the blanket you normally share with your husband, but you curl your fingers still, needing to feel him.
A groan vibrates against your sex when he feels your fingers lightly tugging his hair, and he quickens the assault of his tongue. You are leaking more and more, and he laps every single drop greedily. In the darkness under the blanket, he smells you and tastes you better, and he feels giddy. Sex has been at the back burner for a few months now, with his schedule picking up and you feeling especially tired now there are two young children to look after during the pandemic.
But Yoongi wants to be greedy this time round. He is leaving again, for almost three weeks, and he needs you. He needs to have you before he leaves.
He pulls you closer to his face as he feels your legs starting to shake. God, he can never get enough of you, the way your body shudders and vibrates when you orgasm, the way your cum flows into his waiting mouth.
“Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi!” you muffle your scream into your hand as you climax. You have always been a screamer, and it doesn’t feel as satisfying to both you and Yoongi when you have to quiet down for the sake of the kids.
Your husband kitten-licks you till you come down from your high, then kisses his way up your body, pushing your nightdress (aka his old t-shirt) up until it bunches above your breasts. You are still panting when he latches onto your nipple, sucking it lightly, knowing it is still sensitive from the breast pump.
“Morning, baby,” he greets you before he pops out of the blanket to nuzzle your neck.
You bury your fingers in his hair. “Why are you up so early?”
“Dorm,” he answers simply, not wanting to stop kissing and licking your pulse point. “Then airport.”
“What time?”
“3 now, gotta leave at five.”
“Too early,” you whine. “I want to sleep.”
“After, okay?” he raises himself above you to position his cock. You gasp when you feel his head at the opening, and you have to bite your lower lip when he starts pushing in.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tighter than before.” He exhales when he buries himself in you.
You wrap your arms around his broad(er) back and pull him down. You inhale his scent, cherishing it before he has to leave.
“Been a while,” you whisper to his skin.
Yoongi starts moving his hips, small little movements to get you adjusted to him, as well as to hold his own orgasm at bay. “Not gonna last long.”
“It’s okay.”
You feel yourself getting wetter, and he feels more comfortable with the extra lubricant now. His movement starts to be longer, harder, until he slams into you over and over again, the bed frame creaking underneath you both.
“Shit, baby, I can’t hold it back.”
“It’s okay, let go- no, wait! Condom, Yoon!”
“Shit shit shit!” he pulls out immediately and rolls over to his side of the bed, urgently pulling out a drawer from his nightstand to search for the contraception. He finds a packet, instantly ripping it open and rolling the rubber down his cock like his life depends on it.
You kick the blanket off of you completely, and Yoongi gets back between your legs. He pushes back in, and you whine again at the stretch. He pushes your knees back to your chest, holding onto them as he begins fucking you again, enjoying the increasing volume from your mouth and the tightening of your walls.
You turn your head sideways to scream into the pillow, his cock hitting so deep and so fast that the border between aches and pleasure starts to blur. Your body responds by clenching and unclenching  around him, in rhythm with his movements.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna, shit!” He collapses on top of you, pinning you down as he succumbs to his orgasm. You hug him as his body shivers, kissing him until his cock stops pulsating inside you.
When his breathing has recovered, he rolls you until you are both lying on your sides, facing each other while your bodies are still connected.
“Morning,” he greets you again.
You mumble a response, feeling cold in the absence of your blanket, but not wanting to let go of your husband yet.
“Tell the stylist not to cut your hair.” Your fingers have returned to the back of his neck, playing with his hair there.
“And stop taking so many dilf photos.”
You playfully smack his chest. “You know what I mean. You’ve been basking in it since the concerts in Seoul.”
He hums.
“Only I get to see the dilf photos, okay?”
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” you pout. Of course you are jealous, what kind of question is that? “I can’t witness another Army twitter meltdown again.”
He laughs softly, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up when I’m leaving.”
“Tell your stylist to let you bring home that black shirt too.”
“Hmm? The one for Grammy’s?”
You nod, yawning. “Army would love seeing you in that. But I want to be the one peeling it off you.”
“Okay, baby. Go sleep now.”
You settle more comfortably in his arms. “Yes, daddy.”
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Please reblog if you enjoy this fic! Thank you for reading!
Published 12042022. Also posted on my AO3.
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chateautae · 5 months
hotter than hell | jjk. 04 (m)
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banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​ <3
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➵ summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​
➵ pairing: fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader
➵ genre: supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 32k
➵ warnings: swearing, semi-accurate biblical depictions of angels and demons, fantasy-based story-telling, mentions of fear, violence & injury (minor), lots of emotional angst :(, tENSION, explicit sexual content, dry-fucking, heavy making out, petting, titty sucking, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving), throat-fucking, unprotected sex (wrap before tapping pls <3), massive dicc!jungkook, switch!reader, marking, GOOOD fingering, cum-tasting, breast play, bit of a size kink, pASSIONATE sex, slow/emotional sex, creampie <3
➵ a/n: last one before the final guys wHEW. please excuse any mistakes!! i was very burnt out writing this </3 i hope you enjoy and look forward to the final chapter 🥺💓 feedback is always appreciated <3
➵ playlist: collide by justine skye ft. tyga, middle of the night by elley duhé, i swear i’ll never leave again by keshi 
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“What?!” You shoot up from your seat, in a complete state of shock—horror. “What do you mean he’ll cease to exist?”
Yoongi forces his lips together tightly, peering elsewhere. “Think about it, Y/N. He’s a celestial being, a fucking archangel. If he loses the one thing that makes him who he is, he’ll merely stop existing.”
“But how…” your heart feels as though it’s crushing your lungs, every beat of it suffocating you with wretched devastation. “What do you mean? He can’t just stop existing, he can’t!”
“He won’t serve a purpose to the celestial world if he loses his powers, Y/N, that’s how it works.” Yoongi explains. “He’s not just some second-rate demon, he’s Lucifer for fuck’s sake. Why do you think he even needs to return to Hell in the first place? If he doesn’t, he stops existing altogether. The Council won’t just let him frolic around on Earth as a human.” 
You can’t wrap your head around this, you refuse to, tears collecting in your eyes. “No way, you’re fucking with me. There’s no way he just stops existing.” 
Yoongi’s expression scrunches with confusion. “Y/N, what reason do I have to fuck with you?” 
You frustratingly scoff, folding your arms. “Every reason, Yoongi. You’re a demon, you said it yourself—they’re twisted souls. How do I know you’re not lying?” 
Yoongi tenses, eyeing you with disbelief. “Did you really just say to me? That’s a fucking low blow.” 
Realizing your harshness, you swallow, opening your mouth to apologize, but Yoongi lifts his hand. “Save it, I don’t need your apology.” 
You guiltily purse your lips once you observe his irritation, your vision falling to the windows out of embarrassment. Yoongi sighs before he abandons his seat, standing to his full height. “Listen, Y/N, all you need to know is that I’m not lying to you; he can’t escape his life. I already told you this is clearly a test for Lucifer, what makes you think his punishment for not passing won’t be grave?” 
Acknowledging his reasoning, you shamefully absorb it. “I guess... so.” 
“Exactly. He’s the fucking ruler of Hell, he doesn’t have the liberty to just abandon his position. Wrap your head around the fact that if he doesn’t return, he’s going to disappear, and he’s never coming back.” Yoongi forces you to face reality. 
Your lips tremble, sight blurred by moisture. “I’m-I’m sorry, Yoongi.” 
Yoongi regards you with slivers of sympathy, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “This is bad stuff, Y/N, really bad. Archangel problems are serious business, they’re not trivial. Whatever’s happening to Jungkook is grave shit; even if he returns to hell, who knows what he’ll face once he’s before The Council.” Yoongi warns you “They're his brothers, too, and they have a complicated relationship. So whatever way you feel about him right now, you need to squash it; none of this ends with him walking into the sunset.” 
Heartbroken, you snivel like a scolded child. Tears begin to ceaselessly fall from your eyes, and Yoongi can’t just watch you. He walks over, wrapping a friendly arm around you as he pulls you into his chest. 
You accept the comfort, the crown of your head resting against Yoongi’s heart. You can’t feel anything, all you know is unbelievable sadness. Jungkook can’t just... leave—he can’t. Why is this all so out of your hands? What grand punishment will he face by The Council? 
Why can’t things end with him walking into the sunset? Why is he being tested like this? Why is his soul doomed to suffer this fate? He never wanted this, any of this, and even though it hurts you to know he’ll leave you, what hurts you more is the unfairness of what will happen to Jungkook—there’s so much more to him than all this fucked up shit. 
“Please,” you beg, tone quavering. “Please tell me you’re lying, Yoongi.” 
Yoongi rubs your back, the calm bass of his voice filling your ears. “I wish I could say I was, Y/N. But it’s true, I’ve seen it happen before—when a celestial being loses their purpose, they’re taken away for good. It’s the order of our world, it’s just how things are.” 
“Why… why does it have to be that way? It’s so unfair.” You sob, hiding your tear-stained face in your hands.
“I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t know.” Yoongi soothes you, gently patting your head. “But it’s just… how things are. When people want to defy someone, they look the devil in the eyes, don’t they? But who does the devil himself look into the eyes of? Those who put even his power to shame—people that never fucking change, no matter how unfair things are.” 
Your heart sinks, dropping into the acid within your stomach. You never thought you’d hear these words. You never considered that the celestial world is funny enough, just like Earth—a place full of corruption, injustice and shoddy morals. Expecting better was a mistake, clearly, because no matter how Jungkook feels, he’ll suffer a fate that breaks your heart to even imagine. No wonder he only ever viewed himself as his job—why he despised it so much. 
You think back to that ordinary day in the diner, when he finally opened up about himself, shared the true nature of his position in Hell. You could see in his eyes how much he abhorred it, how much it left him drained of who he was, because the Jungkook you’ve seen without the burden of his job has been so enlightening. 
A free, fun-loving, spirited soul that craves to live, to experience the world he’s watched from the shackles of his throne in the underworld, wondering the many possibilities that await him. 
How dare someone do this Jungkook? Who dare allow him a taste of what he could experience here, only to rip it away from his hands? How utterly cruel, how sick someone would have to be to grant him freedom, only to shoot him in the leg when he turns around to chase the sunset. 
Does Jungkook know? Does he know that he would cease to exist? Does he know that his freedom was only the beginning of his end? 
Or was he oblivious just like you? 
“Yoongi… does Jungkook know?” Your voice is delicate, sniffling. 
“Jungkook… does he know that if he loses his powers, he’ll cease to exist?”
Yoongi separates from you then, searching your tear-stained features as he lingers on his words. He doesn’t speak, hesitating, and you figure out your answer. 
“Oh my fucking god…” You step away from Yoongi, tears shaking in your eyes. “He knew… he fucking knew, didn’t he?” 
“Y/N…” Yoongi gestures for you to calm down, but you’re as explosive as a hand grenade right now, and your trigger’s been yanked. 
“No… no don’t you dare try to calm me down!” You point at him accusingly, betrayal beaming in your eyes—Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. 
“Y/N, I promise, it wasn’t to harm you–” 
“You knew… you fucking knew too?” 
“I swear I thought you knew, Y/N.” Yoongi attempts to pacify you, approaching you as though you're carrying a loaded gun. “I thought the bossman told you, that’s why I was surprised when you told me you thought he’d become human—” 
“Well he didn’t, okay?! He didn’t fucking tell me!” You screech, disbelief washing over your entire system. Your circuits fuse, your heart shuts down, and your veins are clogged by gut-wrenching pain. You falter onto the couch behind you, staring at a wall emptily, into an abyss of nothingness. You can feel every piece of your heart shattering as you process everything, each shard puncturing your chest. “He didn’t tell me anything, Yoongi.” 
Agony overcomes you then, lips quivering as you attempt to pull yourself together. But you can’t, you’re incapable of it, because nothing will make you accept this. Nothing will compel you to grasp that Jungkook’s fate ends in such a horrifying way. 
Yoongi studies you carefully, flitting around all your features. Once he’s done analyzing, he speaks with shock. “Y/N… don’t tell me…” 
You sniffle as you wipe your cheeks, meeting his eyes. “What?” 
His feline-like eyes reflect extreme concern as he nears you. “Y/N, don’t tell me… you’re in love with him?” 
Your heart jolts inside your chest, tightly clamping your teeth together. Your expression grows angrier, averting your eyes. There was no part of you that wanted to acknowledge something of that magnitude, not when your heart was already vulnerable. “No, I’m not.” 
Yoongi sighs as he rakes a troubled hand through his hair, his tone laced with stress. “Y/N, you know I can detect sin. I know you’re lying.” 
Fed up with all this celestial crap, you storm with denial. “Fuck you, Yoongi. I am not in love with him.” 
“Then why are you so upset?” He retorts. “Why the fuck am I seeing you cry tears for Lucifer?” 
“Because he’s not that bad!” You counter, tucking your arms over your chest. “You didn’t spend the time that I did with him, you didn’t see what I saw. He’s not the man everyone makes him out to be!” 
“He’s not a man, Y/N, he’s fucking Satan! The devil!” Yoongi gesticulates, raising his voice to reach you. “Y/N, the faster you acknowledge whatever feelings you’re suppressing, the less it’s going to hurt when you face reality. Do you or do you not love him?” 
“Fuck off, that’s none of your business,” you spit, avoiding meeting his eyes at all costs. “Don’t dictate this situation when you don’t even care about your ‘conceited, incorrigible king’.” You air-quote him from earlier, your anger suffusing you with no mercy for your tongue. 
Yoongi’s brows climb at your audacity, humourlessly chuckling before zipping his mouth shut. He lifts his hands in surrender, stepping away. “Alright, Y/N, alright.” He throws in the towel, walking towards his jacket he abandoned on one of your couches. He shrugs it on, only flitting you a side glance—your eyes never connect, you’re too focused on fuming at the window of your suite with unbearable agony. 
He shoves his hands into his pockets, almost stepping towards the door, until his conscience halts him. “Y/N… listen…” 
Yoongi grimaces at your cutthroat tone, tentatively wetting his lips. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, but I can already tell you’re a great person. You’re a smart woman, you’re strong-headed, you’re kind, you fight for the people you care about.” He voices softly. “I get why he protects you, I get why he cares about you.” 
His words ease some of your tension, nearly breaking into a puddle of tears. 
“So when I say this, I mean it to protect you, to care about you, too.” He exhales gently, nibbling his bottom lip. “Detach yourself, Y/N. This only ends one way, and I know you know that. I know you know your reality.” 
You tighten up, squeezing your eyes shut as a lump develops in your throat. Rivers of tears stream down your face, uselessly watching Colorado’s skyline. “Like I said, he doesn’t get to walk off into the sunset. Either he walks straight back to his throne in Hell and never returns, or he walks towards his execution.” 
You swallow harshly when Yoongi’s grave tone permeates the air, speaking his final words that rip your heart to shreds. “And whether you love him or not, Y/N, won’t ever be able to change his fate.” 
You hear Yoongi’s receding footsteps as he strides towards the door, your body shaking with uncontainable misery.
You dissolve into an ocean of tears when you hear the door click shut behind him. 
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4:27 AM. 
You stare blankly at the alarm clock sitting atop a nightstand on Jungkook’s side of the bed—each minute that ticks by feels eternally slow. Sleep hasn’t visited you tonight, rather emptiness, a void that’s swallowed your chest to leave you lifeless. You sniffle as you drain the rest of your glass of wine—you knew nothing else would ease your mind. 
A loveseat in your suite’s master bedroom is your current comfort as you sift through your befuddled thoughts. Jungkook’s still soundlessly asleep—he left you conflicted about staying by his bedside in the first place. 
On one hand, your heart yearned to be with him, to savour what time you had left with him. On the other, you were screaming at yourself to sever your bond now, it’s better to plough through the pain than delay it. 
In the end, he brought you ease, and so you opted with brooding here. 
No words can describe what aches your heart; betrayal, anger, frustration, but also mourning, misery, agony. You could’ve choked on the amount of tears that trickled down your cheeks, pooling underneath your chin until they slid down your neck. 
Yoongi’s words today left behind a scar too deep to remedy, an implication that left you utterly ravaged. 
You were fucking in love with Jungkook. 
You shake your head at the mere thought, laughing to yourself because of how absolutely tragic that is. You came to the realization in the four hours you’ve spent teeming here; each hour for a stage in the grieving process. 
The first hour; denial. You sat there denying anything Yoongi had to say. Why the fuck would you be in love with Jungkook, of all people? He’s rowdy, obnoxiously suffocating, and the most arrogant brat you’ve ever met in your life. He drains your money like no tomorrow, takes up all the damn space in bed with his gigantic body, and humiliates you at every presented opportunity. 
He gobbles up all your snacks, blasts intolerable music during your car rides and hogs all the Godforsaken towels with how much he showers. He’s a menace, inside and out, so what could possibly make you place your heart in his hands? 
Then came the second hour; anger. Why would you love him when he so clearly lied to you? How dare he keep the fact that he’ll cease to exist from you? How could he let you craft a silly, childish narrative in your head about him becoming human like you? He’s gotten angry at you for things out of your control, he’s treated you like a nuisance enough times that you felt like wasted space, and he’s even said that he wishes he never met you. There’s no way you’d ever love an asshole like him. 
The third hour; bargaining. This must be a mistake, right? You’re not in love with Jungkook, you just care about him. Any two people that have spent time in such close proximity, travelling together would become close. Besides, who says the way you feel about him has to be romantic? It can be platonic, too. He’s just a friend that’s tugged your heart strings with his devastating story, and now you care very deeply for him.
The fourth hour; depression. But, is Jungkook really a friend? Do friends kiss? Do they feel butterflies in their stomach whenever they talk, touch or look into each other’s eyes? Do friends get to third base and have prickling sexual tension? When you think about it, you can’t just be friends with Jungkook. It would rip you apart to learn that he views you as a mere friend when your feelings have flourished beyond that scope. They encapsulate an entirely different area that cinches your heart with an evident realization—a truth that you can’t spend the time you don’t have mulling over. 
And now, here you are, in the fifth hour, experiencing the last stage of the process; acceptance. You’re irreparably hurt by the life-changing information today because… you’re in love with Jungkook. It’s unavoidable, your feelings have grown from a small spark underneath your skin to now engulf you in the flames of strong, undeniable love. 
He’s infected your every vessel with himself—your mind ruminates with ‘what if’s’ of him, contemplating every scenario where he can find his happiness, where he finds it with you. Your heart beats with the intensity of your feelings for him, the sadness that will wash over you once he leaves you for good. Your body yearns for his fiery touch, his caresses and strokes that leave sizzling bouts of tension collecting inside the bottom of your stomach. 
He leaves you desiring him in the most addicting ways. 
You know this to not be his Lucifer powers anymore, they're fading by the day, and to think he’s at his weakest yet, here you are, with your feelings stronger than ever. 
You pinch the bridge of your nose, attempting to subdue all these feelings as Yoongi suggested, but they only thrive. You determine in your last stage of grief that it’s wiser to let this all go, to let him go. You’ll accompany him to his celestial club as his truce, and watch him leave. 
You’ll watch him leave without a single tear, without it tearing every fibre within your heart. You will be indifferent, utterly stoic—it’s just better that way. Being in love with him is stupid, pointless. Starting tomorrow, you’ll begin severing the connection. It should be easier now that you’ve discovered Jungkook knew all along the end of his fate, but purposefully kept it from you. He’s most likely only limited his feelings to the platonic kind—not romantic, to save himself the trouble anyway.
You’d been the only fool for love.
Sniffling, tears flood your vision, harshly wiping them away. You set your wine glass down and change for the night—you should catch some shut-eye before you both continue your journey. Chicago is about a 15-hour drive away now. 
Shuffling through your belongings, you can’t seem to find a pajama shirt that’s clean in your suitcase. You kiss your teeth remembering your only remaining one was soaked by Jungkook earlier today—it’s just been sent to tumble about in a washing machine. 
Sighing, you consider sleeping shirtless until you spot Jungkook’s suitcase. It was left open after Yoongi rummaged through it to change Jungkook. You spot a folded grey, Nike t-shirt of his—you don’t ever recall him wearing it. 
You sigh, smacking your forehead—you can’t sleep shirtless when you and Jungkook are sharing the same bed, you’ll sob if you find your naked chest pressed up against his broad, muscular one.
Striding over, you unfold his shirt and slip it over your head—surely he won’t mind. It fits you massively, practically drowning in it. The fresh linen scent of his favourite fabric softener fills your nostrils, faintly smiling to yourself when you recall that laundry is his favourite “human activity”. 
Embracing his t-shirt, you flit towards him slumbering peacefully in bed. He’s spread out like a starfish—he’s so endearing. He rests a hand over his abs as the other lays across your side of the bed. His thick, long eyelashes feather across the supple tops of his cheeks, his dewy  lips cutely drawn together. It’s funny how his stunning sleeve of dark tattoos contrasts the way he adorably sleeps.
Reprimanding yourself for admiring him, you patter over to your side, gently removing the covers to climb in. You see Jungkook fidget when you plop down, scrunching your nose with concern. 
You continue more delicately until he softly groans in bed, lifting his hands to rub his face. His big, beautiful doe eyes flicker open, lazily staring at the ceiling until they shift towards you. 
You’re caught red-handed; why did he have to have the most endearing eyes in the world? 
“Angel…” he wearily mumbles—his husky, sleepy voice leaves your legs squirming. He pouts as he snaps worn out looks at his surroundings, rising from his laid position. He rakes a hand through his thick, raven-black hair as he pries his eyes open, sitting up. You’re left stunned—the moonlight bounces off his smooth skin flawlessly, the shine of his sexy, ruffled hair utterly ravishing, even more so his tattoos. 
His lip ring is particularly distracting when he speaks. 
“Angel, what happened?” He pouts through his question—sleepy Jungkook is truly life-changing. “How long have I been asleep?” 
“Almost six hours.” 
Quirking a brow, Jungkook rubs his eye again, his voice rich with sleep. “What happened? I don’t remember a lot… did I get drunk?” 
His inquisitive expression melts your heart, lightly chuckling. “No, you didn’t get drunk, you just…” Recalling exactly what you were doing when Jungkook passed out, your cheeks become incredibly warm, swallowing awkwardly. “You just fainted, is all.” 
Jungkook draws his eyebrows together in confusion. “I passed out? Weird…” 
“Yeah, Yoongi said it was your low blood pressure,” you inform, before lightly scolding him. “I told you to take care of yourself, Jungkook.” 
His bottom lip protrudes with feigned annoyance. “I know, I swear I do it’s just… I don’t know what happened. All I remember is that I was with you, not much else.” 
Growing more embarrassed, you cough away the memory of him slamming his clothed cock against your pussy—your sex inadvertently flutters. “W-we were just talking. Nothing important.” 
You hug your arms around your knees, tucking them against your chest as you peer elsewhere. It’s a mistake, though, because Jungkook becomes eerily quiet. You find his eyes wide with shock as he observes your arms, horrified. Following his line of sight, you curse under your breath.
He’s found the bruises on your arms. 
“Y/N, what the fuck?” Jungkook cusses, gently laying his fingertips across your wounds. “Who did this to you?” His voice sounds devastated, but you become defensive, jerking away from him. 
“They’re nothing, Jungkook. I-I got them myself by accident.” 
“No you fucking did not,” Jungkook objects. “They’re in the shape of hands grabbing you, and they’re way bigger than yours.” 
Caught in your lie, you internally groan at this one time he decides to be perceptive. 
“Y/N, I’m serious, who did this to you?” He pressingly questions, leaning in closer. He reaches out for your arms again, but you unfold them, tucking them by your sides. 
“Nobody, Jungkook. I told you.” 
“Did I…” Jungkook winces as he struggles to finish his sentence, meeting your gaze softly. “Did I do this to you?” 
Mortified, your eyes immediately widen, shaking your hands. “No no no no no, not you, never. You did the complete opposite, Jungkook. You’re the one who comforted me.” 
Jungkook releases a breath of relief, his hand tucked over his heart. “Thank God.” 
You nod, pursing your lips. 
“But still, who the fuck hurt you? I’m so serious, I do remember something happening to you.” 
Sighing, your shoulders droop. “Just drop it, Jungkook. Get some more sleep.” 
Jungkook’s expression twists into one of frustration. “Y/N, I’m not gonna fucking sleep until I know which bastard did this to you. Spill, now.” 
Sensing the urgent demand in his tone, you finally acquiesce, hiding your lips behind your tucked knees. “ItwasamagenamedLeonardo.” 
“Come again?” Jungkook leans in to hear you better—you hate that it makes his delicious scent waft in your direction. 
“Damnit, Jungkook. It was some mage named Leonardo. I had some business with him and he—” You grimace recalling the memory, eyes avoiding Jungkook at all costs. “He grabbed me when he found out I was your human or something—he was going to kidnap me.” 
You don’t even need to look at Jungkook to sense the anger that boils within him. You neglect him as a result, determined to stare elsewhere. His aura relaxes after a moment, however, and it captures your attention. 
You find him sulking almost, eyes draped by his beautiful, dark hair, and his shoulders appear defeated. He suddenly extends his hand, beckoning you. “Come here.” 
His soft tone leaves your heart constricting. “Why?” 
“Just come.” 
Reluctant, you shuffle over carefully, and the second you enter his bubble of space, his strong arms wrap around you, engulfing you in his hug. You’re surprised when your head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck. His scent invades you, and your head screams at you to push him away. 
You should be severing your bond with him, not allowing it to grow. But, your heart is louder than your head, crying out for his comfort. You melt in his comfy, familiar arms. Your hands plant against his warm chest, nuzzling into his cozy body. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, angel.” The rumble of his voice feels soothing, his mellow, beating heart even more so. 
“It’s okay, Jungkook.” You assure him. “I escaped before anything else happened.” 
Jungkook squeezes you tighter, his palm burying into your hair to cradle the back of your head. “Leonardo’s an old, powerful mage. He could’ve done terrible things to you, I’m glad you escaped.” 
He lowers his head so his lips press against your forehead—he holds you like a precious, precious treasure. “I don’t want you out of my sight from now on, Y/N. Never. Things are getting dangerous.” 
Exhaling a deep breath, your body eases. “Never, Jungkook.” 
He strokes your hair for a moment or two, simply indulging in each other’s embrace. Jungkook pulls away after, his curious eyes darting around your body. “You’re wearing my shirt.” 
“Oh–” you grab the center, peering at the gigantic thing swathing you. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I don't have any shirts to sleep in tonight. I hope you don’t mind—” 
“I could never mind.” Jungkook fondly smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I told you you should wear my clothes more often, anyway.” 
Recalling his confession when you were getting inked, a smile curves your lips. You bite them afterwards, sheepish in his arms. You hear Jungkook chuckle, finding his eyes swimming with… adoration? You could make it out, and your heart soars inside your chest. 
But once you recall the gravity of your situation, your entire mood morphs itself. You clear your throat as you place distance between yourself and Jungkook, stuttering. “We-we should sleep. We have a lot of driving tomorrow.” 
Jungkook tilts his head in confusion, no doubt at your behaviour, but he accepts it anyway, nodding. “You’re right, it’s way too early.” 
You send him a half-smile before you get ready for bed, fluffing up your pillow. Jungkook suddenly groans in complaint next to you, grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. 
“Ugh, no wonder I felt so hot.” He clutches the back, tugging his t-shirt off from over his head. He leans back with a relieved sigh once he’s shirtless, relishing in the cold air kissing his skin. “Ah, that’s better.” 
Swallowing, you hate how delicious he appears as he reclines against the headboard, eyes shut with an expression of satisfaction. You avert your line of sight to stop yourself from ogling—his body never gets any less sexier.
“You… sleep better without a shirt?” 
“Mm,” Jungkook nods, ruffling his hair as he tosses his shirt into his open suitcase. “I get too hot.” 
Maybe because you’re scorching hot—you think. 
“If it were up to me, I’d sleep naked. But I don't think an angel like you would be able to handle that, huh?” Jungkook condescendingly smirks—you scoff at his smug tone.
“You’re still annoying as ever even after collapsing on me?”
“Oh, so I fell into your arms? That’s a win in my book.” 
Fed up with him, you roll your eyes before settling into your side of the bed, ensuring there’s the distance of a sea between you two—you’ll fold if his arms end up curling around you. 
The devil merely chuckles at your reaction, his tone immensely amused. “You know, you can sleep without my shirt if it’s more comfortable.” He suggests, motioning towards his t-shirt on you. “I’ve already seen all of you.” 
Your cheeks grow hot hearing him mention that. Embarrassed, you sink underneath your covers, concealing your lips. “No, I get too cold.” 
A lovable smile frames Jungkook’s pretty lips. “And that’s why we sleep in the same bed. I keep you warm, and you keep me cool.” 
You narrow your eyes at him, practically sneering, before grumpily turning away. “Whatever, go to sleep, demon.” 
He fondly giggles before he lowers himself into bed, sheathing himself in the covers. He endearingly fixes the covers on you as well, tugging them higher—your heart races tirelessly at the gesture. 
Praying to God that he doesn’t sling his arm around you, you let out a breath of relief when he doesn’t. He speaks, however, his voice mellow and calm. “Hey, Y/N.” 
“You know, you never told me what a pinky promise is.” 
Resisting the urge to smile, you reply aloofly. “Why do you want to know?” 
“I don't know,” you feel him shrug his shoulders behind you—is he facing your back? “I’m just curious.” 
Pursing your lips, you shuffle around in bed, now facing him. He beams with a smile once your eyes meet, and your heart lurches—he was facing you. You tuck your hands underneath your cheek as he rests his head on his bicep—he gazes at you with his twinkling eyes, and you’re left utterly devastated. 
“A pinky promise is just that.” You tell him. “It’s a way we humans make a promise.” 
“Teach me.” 
Furrowing your brows, you laugh. “Why?” 
Jungkook pouts before you. “Why do you keep asking me ‘why’? I thought humans would understand curiosity better than any species.” 
You open your mouth to counter him until you realize he’s correct—humans really are curious beings. You blow some strands out of your face to see him better, silently admiring his moonlit skin. When more hair obstructs your view, you poutily attempt to flip your hair again until Jungkook extends his large, veiny hand. He curls your strands behind your ear, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “Tell me, angel.” 
Swallowing at his gentle touch, you clear your throat rigidly, presenting him your pinky. “A pinky promise is a way to bind a promise—it makes it more than just words. If you break a pinky promise, you’re automatically lame—nobody breaks them.” 
Jungkook’s lips fall into an ‘o’ of realization. “Oh, I see. So it’s like an… unwritten rule of thumb?” 
“Yes,” you confirm. “It’s mainly something we used as kids, but some of us still use it. They’re sentimental, so most people never try to break pinky promises.” 
“And how do you make a pinky promise?” 
“Like this,” you wiggle your pinky, reaching over to intertwine it with Jungkook’s. You can’t help the bright smile that climbs up your lips—your pinky is miniature compared to his. “Now, we make a promise. Anything you want.” 
“Hmm, a promise…” Jungkook ruminates. You could see his gears shifting, his eyebrows drawn together in deep thought before an ‘ah-hah’ moment hits him. He smiles charmingly when he meets your gaze, shuffling closer—he squeezes your pinky. “I promise… I promise I’ll always be there, Y/N.” 
His sincere tone completely melts your heart, eyes softening as they regard him. 
“I’ll always be here when you need me. Through anything; the good, the bad, the ugly. I’ll always protect you; I’ll always accept you as you are.” 
His promise should’ve blossomed pretty flowers inside your chest, made your heart race and your mind frolic about with lovey-dovey scenarios, but rather, your heart breaks. Nothing could remedy the pain of knowing that Jungkook, in a way, was lying to you. He knows he won’t be here, whether it’ll be because he returns to hell or… ceases to exist—he’s lying to you. 
How could he promise that? How could he look you in the eye and make a promise he’s surely going to betray? Part of you desires to call him out, to call him a lying bastard for hiding the truth from you, but the other part doesn’t want your last moments together to be filled with unresolved conflict. 
So, you smile at him, still touched by his genuity. “I promise too, Jungkook. I’ll always be there, no matter what.” 
It hurt you to promise that, to reciprocate the same words he doesn’t even mean. How does he feel right now? How can he wear such a striking smile on his face when he knows his fate? When he knows he’s lying?
Your head begins to ache considering this, tearing your finger away from his. You clear your throat and turn around in bed—seeing his lovable face right now is only making this worse. 
“Goodnight, Jungkook.” you state coldly.
Jungkook remains skeptical, silent—you could feel how confused he is. But he nestles into bed anyway, and you thank the heavens.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” You hear him gently coo in the dark. 
It isn’t a good night, however, because your mind ceaselessly spirals thinking about his fragile promise—and how he’s destined to break it.
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“Alright, you guys have about 15-16 hours of continuous driving left in your trip. I say you drive halfway or at least, until nightfall and stop somewhere in between Nebraska and Iowa. I can hook you guys up with a place, I may know a friend or two.” 
You and Jungkook attentively listen to Yoongi conduct your trip’s details as you and him rummage around collecting your things. The morning had been awkward for you—you woke up beside a snoozing Jungkook fitting perfectly around your frame, your head laying on his naked chest as his arms cradled you, his nose tucked into your hair. You internally screamed trying to escape his bear-like body—not waking him felt like mission impossible. 
Nonetheless, you regained your breath once you fled, and successfully have kept your distance from him ever since. 
“Yoongs, did you get that son of a bitch Leonardo?” Jungkook asks from across the room, tugging on a solid black t-shirt—you nearly choke when you watch him adjust the silver necklaces Yoongi ended up gifting to him. They looked deliciously sexy on him. “Can’t believe he’s still alive, fucking mages.” He curses. 
“Yeah, I had some of my guys find his hotel room, roughed him up a bit. They’re just waiting for your orders, Your Majesty.” 
Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek as he zips his duffle bag shut and heaves it over his shoulder, striding towards Yoongi. He transfers his things over, landing a hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Good. Now take my things and Y/N to her car downstairs, I’m handling it myself.” 
Yoongi’s eyes widen in that instant. “But Sir—” 
“It’s alright, Yoongi, you’ve done enough for me.” Jungkook eases him. “Thank you for looking after Y/N, means more than you think.” 
Yoongi winces then, peeing elsewhere with shame. “I shouldn’t have let her go last night, though. She got hurt—” 
“She got hurt because of that fucking lunatic.” Jungkook cusses, regarding Yoongi with assuring eyes. “It’s not your fault, alright? Now go, take care of her again for me. I trust you.” 
You’re glad Jungkook’s being so kind with Yoongi. Yoongi presses his lips together and nods proudly, bending down to grab Jungkook’s things. You, on the other hand, become utterly confused, approaching Jungkook. 
“Jungkook, where are you going?” 
“Hell business.” He simply says, running a hand through his silky locks. “Go wait with Yoongi downstairs, I won’t be more than 10 minutes.” 
“But what are you doing?” You become concerned—he better not be entertaining some sort of petty  revenge, especially anything that requires him to exert himself. “You still need rest, Jungkook. You shouldn’t be doing anything too stressful.” 
Yoongi motions to you both that he’s leaving the room—you and Jungkook send him a smile. Once he shuts the door, Jungkook faces you, his benign hands clasping your arms. “It’s alright, Y/N. I’m not doing anything stressful, I promise.” 
You suspiciously narrow your eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Jungkook. I can already see in your eyes what you’re going to do.” 
Jungkook purses his lips, exhaling in defeat. “You know me better than you should, huh?” 
“Don’t do this, Jungkook.” You softly request, squeezing his tattooed hand that holds you. “It’s not worth it, please.” 
“It is, Y/N.” Jungkook stresses, his expression resolute. “I’m not letting him get away with what he did to you.” 
“But I’m fine, Jungkook.” You plead—you wouldn’t be able to stomach the idea of Jungkook harming himself for you, even if your bruises did hurt. “I promise. Please, don’t be violent and hurt yourself.” 
“Y/N, you don’t know him like I do.” Jungkook argues. “He’s a disgusting old man that’s preyed on supernatural women for years. He uses them for spells, keeps them like slaves. He hurts them, and you can imagine what he does to human women.” 
You grimace at the thought, nearly gagging. “I understand, but… I don’t want you hurt, Jungkook. Don’t do this.” 
 Jungkook softens at the sight of your pleading, cradling your cheek in his hand. He presses his lips together as he thinks, pensively twiddling his lip ring with his tongue. He finally sighs.  “I’ll think about it, alright. 10 minutes, angel. Wait with Yoongi for me.” 
Sighing, you obediently nod, a pout visible on your lips. Your fingers mindlessly reach out towards his necklaces—you begin toying with the one with a pair of dark angel wings. It’s the most intriguing charm; it reminded you of what his Lucifer wings may look like. 
You meet his gaze with a longing look; Jungkook’s mouth fondly curves watching you, his tone playful. “What, can’t stand the thought of being without me for more than 10 minutes?” 
You cringe, smacking his hand from your cheek. “Shut up, clown.” 
“I know you’ll miss me, angel, but I’m already all yours.” Jungkook makes light-hearted kissy faces at you—you groan in frustration. Your palm lands on his chest to push him back—Jungkook’s smirk is to die for when he falters.
“I’ll be down to smother you soon. Wait for me.” He sends a promiscuous wink before he disappears through the door, and you swear you’ve never felt like kicking him more than you do now. 
You wait with Yoongi for about 8 minutes before Jungkook joins you both downstairs. His skin’s slightly slickened with sweat, and his expression seems bright-eyed and bushy, as though adrenaline was pumping through his veins. 
“Alright, guys, let’s get a move on.” He announces, rubbing his hands together as he eyes your things. He leans over and clasps your suitcase from you when you lift it, his smile striking as ever. “My lady shouldn't have to hold anything.” 
Your cheeks become instantaneously warm. Your lips are framed with a fond smile as he works away, until your eyes catch Jungkook’s hands shutting the trunk—his knuckles are bruised, split open with deep cuts, and you know he didn’t listen to you.
Yoongi was right. At the end of the day, Jungkook isn’t just a man, he’s Lucifer, the devil himself—and the darkness that follows him may be something Jungkook can never escape.
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“I think it’s this building…” Jungkook mumbles to himself, carefully peering over the dashboard to catch a glimpse of the building’s sign. He blows a raspberry as he fails, requiring someone shorter. 
“Hey, angel.” He beckons you until his eyes dart sideways—you’re fast asleep in the passenger seat. Jungkook dotingly grins, chuckling even. “And she’s asleep.” 
Reaching out his hand, Jungkook lightly casts away some stray strands of your hair—you’re far too adorable when you sleep. Jungkook drives the car with as little noise as possible, reversing into a parking spot. 
He clicks open his seatbelt and visits your side of the car. He unbuckles your belt and lifts you bridal-style in his arms, carrying you towards your place. 
You catch a whiff of Old Spice before your eyes flutter open, lightly groaning. The first thing you see is Jungkook’s handsome face mere inches from yours, gasping with shock. Your sudden awakening halts Jungkook from laying you down on a bed.
“Shit, Y/N, it’s just me.” He pacifies you. 
Breathing more evenly, you nestle your hand over your heart. “Why were you carrying me?” 
“You fell asleep; we’re at the apartment.” Jungkook motions towards the windows of your new place, and you’re shocked by spotting the night sky—it was as bright as day when you were last awake. Did Jungkook drive for nearly 9 hours? Usually you both alternated to let the other rest. 
“Shit… I’m so sorry. You should’ve woken me up so we could switch, Jungkook.” Your bottom lip slightly protrudes. 
“Nah, it’s fine.” Jungkook waves off, removing his hands from around your body. 
“No it isn’t, you must be tired—” 
“I’m serious, angel. I don’t mind at all, and I didn’t want to wake you.” Jungkook assuringly finalizes, and you let it go. 
Attempting to subdue your guilt, Jungkook speaks up again. “One thing, though. I do need a shower—I can’t stand sweat.” 
You almost open your mouth to jokingly welcome him to being human, but… you simply don’t. Your relationship with Jungkook needs to start changing now. No more joking around, no more teasing and becoming intimate or affectionate; it’s time to cut off whatever parts of yourself are attached to him. 
Clearing your throat distracts you from the pain of the realization, avoiding his gaze. “Leave, then. I’m not stopping you.” 
Again, it’s like you could feel Jungkook’s perplexion. He’s no doubt noticing the unfavourable switch in your behaviour, and it probably won’t be long until he questions you about it. Perhaps he can let you off the hook if you mention your period?
“Alright, I’ll be in the shower if you need me, then.” He confirms with a nod, stalking towards his suitcase to collect his toiletries before he shuts himself inside the bathroom—you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 
You observe the time on the clock beside you—it was 10:19 PM, not late enough to fall asleep, especially after your 4-hour shut-eye. Sighing, you contemplate how to fill your time—your eyes naturally study the layout of your current residence. 
Thank God you both ran into Yoongi, he’s been a true blessing ever since. Yoongi informed you two that one of his band members had a cousin vacationing in Rome, and he didn’t mind anyone using his apartment. 
It had a bedroom, a pristine lounging area with a TV, a desk, a roomy kitchen, and you couldn’t forget the french doors that led out into a balcony. Curious, you waddle over, turning the handle. 
A pleasant night breeze caresses your skin once you step outside, enjoying it to the fullest. Your eyes are taken by the picturesque view of Omaha—its charming buildings and scenic greenery offer a sight to behold. The apartment was only located on the 8th floor, though it overlooked a fair amount of the urban life. Your features are struck with shock when you survey the right side of the balcony, however, and find the most pleasurable sight of them all—a hot tub. 
Smiling triumphantly, you decide to soak yourself away, rummaging through your suitcase for a bathing suit. You glumly remember you didn’t pack a bikini considering a beach day didn’t seem feasible on your trip. Kissing your teeth, you shrug as you peer at your current set of underwear—it’ll have to do. 
Stripping yourself of your clothes, you search for some towels and nab your robe, getting the hot tub running. The idea of soaking your tattoo felt wrong, you should wear something to protect it—even if it’s 80% healed with Jungkook’s powers, but you’re lazy.
Fuck it. 
The lights around the ring of the tub brighten up the rather dark night, watching the water bubble as the jets heat it up. Once the temperature is amicable, you slip inside until your body is entirely submerged. 
You let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the therapeutic water. Your mind circulates numerous, wistful thoughts for what felt like hours. The current stakes leave you overthinking, the cracks in your heart only growing larger with each contemplation of the future. 
To think only the simple happenstance of meeting Jungkook has completely changed your life. Was meeting him serendipitous? Or a mistake like he said? You’d rather it be serendipitous, recalling the fluttery sensation he manifested inside your chest when you first laid eyes on him. 
He appeared gorgeous in his slumbering state, occupying much of your couch. You remember kneeling beside him, cursing as you fumbled about treating his wounds, though couldn’t help but admire his stunning face. 
It was with genuine fascination you faintly touched his skin—it was milky smooth, unblemished. Touching him ignited something inside your bones, unable to shake the feeling that he seemed… familiar? Was it his warmth? You couldn’t tell—he was sizzling hot, figuratively and literally. You kissed your teeth considering he may have a fever, scurrying away to nab a cold patch. 
Now that you think back, perhaps you silently fell for Jungkook since the day you met him, and it’s only simmered underneath the surface until entirely boiling over. It colours you proud to consider how far you and Jungkook have come, but once you consider the pain that will replace your memories, you dig another inch of your own grave. 
The injustice of this all still angers you, leaves you grinding your teeth until even that can’t satiate your desire to harm whomever caused all this. Jungkook’s situation is just too fucking depressing. 
You lament over your own incapability again; why did you have to be human? If only you possessed the power to change Jungkook’s fate, you’d allow him the happy, fun-filled life he deserves, the freedom to experience it as he pleases, to enjoy the same pleasures you do as a careless, liberated human. 
But he’ll never get the chance, because you really are inferior in the end—you only serve as an inconvenience to him. If he didn’t require a human to enter the celestial club, would he have even offered you to come? Would you have meant even a sliver of what you possibly mean to him now? 
You shut your eyes as you lean back, squeezing away the tears that threaten to haunt you. You’re suddenly interrupted by the sound of the balcony doors—you wedge an eye open to observe your visitor. 
Jungkook laxly strolls in with only a pair of black basketball shorts hugging his hips, his torso bare. There’s a shirt hanging around his neck, his damp locks sexily tousled—he’s fresh out the shower. 
And he appears utterly delectable. 
“Hey,” he greets you—you swallow away the dumb sensation in your chest when he stunningly grins.
“Hey.” Is your cold response. 
“What’re you doing?” He endearingly  tilts his head, approaching you.  He reaches the outer edge of the hot tub, leaning over until his forearms find purchase on it—you fight for your life to avoid gawking at his biceps. 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” 
“Mmm, fishing? Nope, I got it, sun-bathing.” 
You roll your eyes at his sarcasm, shutting your eyes to relax in the water, but your raging thoughts and his heated presence make that incredibly hard. 
Jungkook innocently chuckles. “What’s gotten into you, angel? You usually would’ve run your mouth.” 
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, huffing your white lie. “Period, dumbass.” 
“And you’re in the water?” He snorts. “I don’t think so.” 
Recognizing your failure, you shamefully sink lower into the water, avoiding him.
Jungkook becomes concerned, his features softening. “Hey, angel, is there something on your mind?” 
A fuckload of things, you gorgeous idiot. “No, there isn’t.” 
Jungkook doubts you with a pout. “It doesn’t seem like that.” 
“Then you’re blind.” 
Jungkook’s eyes narrow in scrutiny, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “Are you okay?” 
“Fucking peachy, demon.” 
He only becomes more concerned, his tone laced with affection. “Angel, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. There’s nothing to hide here.” 
His attentiveness ticks you off, reminding you that he’s an utter sweetheart at his core. “Nothing’s bothering me, leave me alone.” 
“You’re acting weird.” 
“You’ve become more… hostile.” He gestures for emphasis. 
“More hostile than usual?”  
He grievously sighs. “Yes, more than usual.” 
“And how would you know that?” 
“Because I know you, Y/N.” He counters, his tone evidently becoming more pressing. “I know this isn’t like you.” 
You scoff bitterly, looking away. “You barely fucking know me, Jungkook. Fuck off.” 
You didn’t mean to say it with such hatred, but peeking at Jungkook tells you that it affected him negatively enough. You feel guilt twinge at you, but you remind yourself this is for the better; it’s for the both of you. 
Jungkook dryly laughs, licking his plushy lips. “See, that.” 
“That was mean.” 
You exhale slowly, shutting your eyes to bask in the water. “Being mean is my trademark, demon.” 
He shakes his head in disagreement. “You’re not that mean. Like I said, I know you, angel.” 
“And like I said, you don’t know me, Lucifer.” 
Funny how Jungkook’s name, his angel one, usually resurfaces his brutal trauma, and yet, it’s the way you spit Lucifer that puts him off. He seems taken aback, offended even. It cinches your heart to see that look on his face, one of genuine hurt. 
You convince yourself once again it’s for the better. 
You’re done conversing with him, it’s only causing you more pain to see his defenselessness—like he doesn’t want to argue with you, so he’s simply accepting your coldness. You nearly climb out of the water until you recall that you’re braless. You locate your robe—it’s right by Jungkook’s elbow. 
Internally hating yourself, you swim up in the water, caging your breasts with your arms. You carefully trudge across the tub towards him—you capture Jungkook’s attention. His doe eyes reflect a flicker of hope as you near him; it tears your heart out to only offer him the opposite. 
“Move; I need to put on my robe. You’re in the way.” 
With his features falling, he tongues his lip ring. He clears his throat as he steps aside, letting you climb out of the tub. You settle onto the balcony, not keen on letting him see your breasts. “Could you close your eyes?” 
“I’ve licked your boobs.” He rigidly retorts. “What’s there to hide?” 
You grimace. “Maybe I don’t like being ogled at by supernatural beings.”
Jungkook’s expression hardens, his jaw clenching tightly. Your words no doubt stir up memories from yesterday’s conundrum, the air now anything but sizzling or sexual, it’s dense—the kind that exacerbates the tension. 
Jungkook’s cold eyes flash a look at your arms, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are your bruises?” 
“Getting better.” 
Jungkook nervously nibbles his bottom lip, buffering. “Y/N, listen; if this is about Leonardo… I’m sorry, alright? He just… said shit about you I couldn’t tolerate. The bastard deserved it.” 
Your eyebrows climb at his confession—is that what your behaviour indicated? “Jungkook, no, this isn’t about that. It’s nothing.” 
Jungkook exhales weightily. “Please stop lying, Y/N. I know you’re mad at me for not listening to you, and I’m really sorry I didn’t. But I wasn’t gonna let him get away, I don’t take you getting hurt lightly.” 
You really wish he would stop talking—every word he says only plunges you deeper into his abyss, falling harder and harder for him. “I understand, Jungkook. But I promise, it’s other shit, not that.” 
“What other shit is there, Y/N?” Jungkook seriously asks. “Please, just tell me. You’re not acting like yourself.” 
You woefully sigh, lifting a hand to massage your temple. “Jungkook, I promise, it’s none of your damn business.” You dismiss him, unfolding your arms to grab your robe. You quickly swathe yourself in it, Jungkook’s voice laced with hurt.
“But it is, Y/N.” He pushes. “I’m concerned about you, am I wrong for that?” 
You shove your robe shut, attempting to move past him. “Just stop talking, Jungkook.” 
But the massive idiot blocks your escape route, sending him a stink eye as you move right, only for him to move right. When you move left, he moves left, too. When you suddenly make a break for it, he’s somehow faster than you, catching you in his arms—you huff. “Ugh, Jungkook!” 
“Y/N, look into my fucking eyes, I’m serious.” He proclaims, motioning towards his ruby irises. You can’t bear to look at him, you can’t let him convince you right now—you’d rather die than confront this situation right now. 
When you fail to listen, Jungkook sighs. He suddenly curls his hands around your arms, bringing you to close proximity—his smooth, gentle voice shoots an arrow through your heart. “Y/N… look at me, just once.” 
Reluctantly obliging, you lift your gaze, meeting his beautiful gems of eyes. The lunar light irradiates his look, accentuating the innate sparkle in his irises. 
“Y/N, haven't you ever noticed my eyes turn a different shade of red sometimes?” He kindly asks, peering at you so meaningfully, you could’ve professed your undying love for him right then and there. 
He gently smiles at your cute stutter. “When I’m angry, they’ll burn an orange red. When I’m gluttonous, they turn a brighter red, like rubies.” He then lifts his finger to your cheek, running the back of it along your skin, ever so slowly. “When I’m lustful, they’ll glow a deep, deep red.” 
His intimate closeness suffuses your body with arousal, swallowing to sustain your composure. Your underwear dampens when you feel the heat of his breath against your skin, so close you could kiss the mole underneath his lips—you’re going to fucking combust. 
“When I’m greedy, when I want everything—they’ll turn into the darkest shade of red you’ll ever witness.” Chills suddenly trickle down your spine remembering the look he gave you after Yoongi’s fundraiser—he looked ready to take all of you, and leave nothing behind. 
You swallow, lightly biting your lip as you keep his gaze, listening to his mellow timbre—his wandering finger across your cheek lights a flame inside you. “They turn different shades according to the seven sins, but do you wanna know something?” 
You nod, attentive. 
“I discovered there’s another shade—this one.” His eyes suddenly glow with a rich scarlet, though it’s lighter, practically shimmering in the lunar rays. “It only happens when I’m upset, when I can feel something in what should be my empty, cold heart.” His sincerity shines through his eyes, inviting you into the mesmerizing fractals of his soul—to see what truly lies inside.
A beautiful being. 
“And right now, I can feel in my heart that something’s wrong, and I’m worried, alright? It’s making my heart hurt.” Jungkook coos, searching your eyes deeply. “So please, is it so much to ask you to confide in me?” 
A dagger punctures your chest, pooling your eyes with tears. He’s only making this harder; he’s the same person never confiding you, leaving you in the dark, and he has the audacity to beg you to explain yourself. You feel incredibly wronged, frustrated, but also devastated. 
You can feel him squeezing your vulnerable heart in his hands because it already belongs to him, and you’re hopeless trying to snatch it back. You press your lips together once a wave of pain crashes over you, removing yourself from his touch. “Jungkook, just please. Stop talking.” 
When Jungkook spots the tears in your eyes, he melts, eyes round with immediate concern. “Y/N, did I do something? Did I say something that hurt you?” 
His gentle care only lodges that dagger deeper, despising yourself for putting that expression on his face. “No Jungkook, just please, leave me alone.” 
Your voice breaks, quickly scurrying towards the door only for Jungkook to put himself between you and the handle, again.
“Y/N, I’ll go fucking insane wondering what’s wrong with you, okay?” Jungkook stresses, poignantly gazing into your eyes. “I can’t see you like this. Please tell me what I did wrong.” 
“It’s fucking nothing, Jungkook! Why do you even want to know?!” You angrily shout. “Move!” 
“I’m not moving until you tell me what’s wrong!” Jungkook matches your volume. “I told you, I fucking care about you!” 
“It’s not–!” You almost complete your sentence until your phone suddenly rings inside your robe’s pocket. You huff, fishing it out to reveal the caller—your eyes can’t fathom who appears on the screen. 
“What the…” You’re shocked to see Doyun’s name with his photo—why the fuck is he calling you? You’re stalled on accepting the phone call as Jungkook’s eyes widen in front of you, his expression narrowing into one of agitation. 
“What the fuck, isn’t that your ex?” He harshly asks. “Is this… is this because of him? Did he do something to you?” 
You struggle to respond, face contorting with perplexion. “What-what the fuck, Jungkook? No.” 
“Nah, I’m done with this asshole. It’s him isn’t it?” 
“Wha-Jungkook, no!” You frustratingly exasperate, your phone vibrating in your hand yet again. You attempt to silence the ringing until Jungkook takes matters into his own hands, snatching your phone from you. 
“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” You reprimand him, grabbing at his beefy bicep that he uses to shield himself. 
“I’m ending this shit for good, is what.” He barks, fending off your smaller body. He effortlessly holds you back as he accepts the call, pressing your phone to his ear. 
“Hi? Hello? Are you an asshole named Doyun?” Jungkook speaks without remorse—you maddeningly grunt. 
“Jungkook, oh my god, stop!” 
“Yeah, I just called you an asshole, horrible to meet you. I’m her boyfriend, stop calling her and think about how you lost her instead, fucker, or I’ll burn you alive.” 
By your last holler, Jungkook angrily cuts the call, leaving you fuming. “Jungkook, what the fuck was that?!” 
“I was taking out the trash.” 
Ready to detonate, you run a distressed hand through your hair, gritting your teeth. “Why in God’s name did you just do that? Doyun didn’t do anything!” 
“I vividly recall exactly what he did to you; he doesn’t even deserve to breathe oxygen.” Jungkook retorts, and you’re overwhelmed with irritation, reaching out for your phone. 
“Give that back to me right now!” 
Jungkook purposefully lifts your phone much higher than your height, holding you back by your shoulder. “What, so you can call him and get back together with him? He’s an ass, forget him!” 
“You called yourself my boyfriend! I don’t appreciate lying to people!” You counter, ceaselessly leaping for your phone, but Jungkook’s much too strong—and tall. 
“Why do you care about lying to him? He keeps bothering you!” 
And thus ensues three minutes of you battling Jungkook for your stupid phone, reaching out with grabby hands that are thwarted by Jungkook’s sheer determination and strength. You decide to handle this with an original move; stepping back to spring yourself onto his torso. Your arms clamp around his neck as your legs encase his waist, tirelessly attempting to seize your phone.
Jungkook supports you with little laughs, observing your cutely concentrated face. “Okay, you might just get your phone back for being cute.” 
Narrowing your eyes at him, steam practically blows out of your nose. With adorable chuckles, Jungkook carries your smaller body with a hand as the other annoyingly dodges each of your grabby reaches for your phone. 
“Jungkook, fuck you!” 
“‘Jungkook, fuck you!’” He stupidly mimics.
“Jung–!” In the midst of your struggle, you rapidly reach over for an assured victory, which surprises Jungkook. You immediately foil his once sturdy footing. 
“Oh shit-!” 
Jungkook cushions your bum as he topples onto the ground, landing directly right on his ass, hard. He hisses as he rubs his tailbone, kissing his teeth. “Damnit, Y/N, you’re like an angry kitten. You’re lucky you’re cute.” 
Grumpy, you pout at him with folded arms. “And you’re an obnoxious tiger, give me my phone!” You attempt to rightfully collect your phone, but Jungkook’s smile is scheming. He holds the phone over his head behind him, still out of your godforsaken reach. 
You whine like a child, drumming his bare chest. “Jungkook~” 
His devilish smirk grows wider, placing your phone somewhere on the ground, before both his hands cup your waist. His irises suddenly glow a deep red, boring into your soul. “You’re sitting on me, angel.” 
Noticing that you’re indeed, straddling his lap, the position automatically surges arousal inside you. His thin shorts paired with your barely there robe made your toes curl; his manhood was unfairly prominent. Your smaller fingers lightly dig into his chest, breath hitching. 
“It-it doesn’t matter, Jungkook.” You stutter, gulping. “Give me back my phone.” 
“Why are you so flustered, angel?” He cheekily questions, slowly caressing your sensitive sides—you swear your pussy pulses so badly he should’ve noticed. 
Perhaps he does, because the heat in your face increases when Jungkook brings his face mere inches from yours, his breath tickling your lips. His sinful  eyes switch between your plushy petals and your innocent look—a confident scoff escapes him. “You have no idea what you do to me, huh?” 
Your heart thunders inside your ribcage, letting out a shaky breath. You can feel his addicting heat permeating your skin, veins clogged by his ecstasy-like aura. You attempt to tip your chin forward with pride and adjust your hold on him, but you only maneuver your hips against his crotch—big mistake. 
You nearly dissolve into a pathetic mess when your sex caresses the ghost of his cock, your hands latching onto his shoulders. Jungkook similarly inhales sharply, like you just offered a sinful invitation. 
Very gently, Jungkook’s hands settle around your hips. He surprisingly thrusts up into your center, extremely softly. You suppress a moan, breathing through the heat that collects in your gut. Jungkook closely watches your reaction, determining you indeed feel something, and he attempts it again. 
This time, it’s a little harder, and you swear your world crumbles. Whatever abstinence you were practicing vanishes, lightly gasping out as the shape of his member strokes your cunt. He feels delectably massive, welcoming thoughts of the beast he conceals inside his pants. The contemplation wets your pussy folds, driven by the lust that infects your lungs. 
Securing your hands around his neck, you pull yourself over him, gently grinding over his crotch. You let out a broken sigh, shuddering with pleasure. Jungkook eats up your needy noises, curling his arm around your back as the other plants itself on the ground. 
Your breaths mingle as the feeling drives you insane, while Jungkook encourages your movements. He pulls you towards him, and you cooperate by rocking your hips against him. He hisses while you sigh out, pussy on white hot fire. Jungkook tucks his hand over your round ass, tugging you towards him again. 
When the folds of your pussy presses into his thick flesh, Jungkook’s groan is deep. “Fuck…” 
His curse leaves your bones igniting, sparks of arousal pooling at your center. Your lust-ridden mind compels you try again, and again, and again until your hips softly rock over Jungkook’s crotch, met by his head-spinning thrusts underneath. 
Moans begin escaping you, soul ensnared by the addicting feeling of his cock. Jungkook’s just as jaded, your lips brush against each other as your breaths remain uneven. 
“Shit… Y/N.” He swallows harshly, the column of his throat sexily bobbing. “Like that. Just like that, angel.” 
His hardening member draws out curses from you, nails scraping against his flawless skin. You whimper against his mouth, high off the pattern of his heavy breathing. Your bodies soon develop an intoxicating rhythm, biting your bottom lip to subdue fucked out, faded moans as your pussy strokes his solid member. 
Jungkook hastens his thrusts, needily ramming up into your sex. You envision yourself riding his enormous, hard dick, bouncing over him as he watches your body with fascination. He does it right now, eyes blown out as he observes your smaller body working over his crotch—his mouth remains agape with uncontainable lust. 
“Jungkook…” You coo, unable to control yourself. You craved this man more than you did air, and nothing was going to slow you down now—your cum was already staining your underwear. 
Jungkook suppresses a growl as he clutches your body for dear life, as though he were painfully  controlling himself. “Fuck me, Y/N. The shit you do to me…” 
Jungkook suddenly buries his face into the crook of your neck, concealed by your hair. His hot, uneven breaths fan your shoulder wear your robe’s falling off—your lips naturally fall by his ear, your moans so much more vivid to him. 
He unexpectedbly lets out a desperate groan, fingers digging into your side. He suddenly thrusts so hard he knocks the wind out of you, his cock evidently prominent, so hard he seems seconds from exploding. 
Your body responds with a wanton moan, so unhinged he’s burrowing a place underneath your skin, invading every corner of your desires. Just when you envelope him in an embrace to rut your pussy harder, Jungkook suddenly clutches your body, drawing back with shocked eyes. He curtains your mouth with his palm, his look extremely urgent. 
 “Y/N, wait wait wait, shhh.” 
Furrowing your brows, your orgasm pends inside you, sexually frustrated. “What?” 
“Shhh,” he shushes you again, pressing his index finger to your lips. “Be quiet.” 
His tone is laced with urgency, his eyes shifting around as if he’s… detecting something? You speak even as he presses your lips shut, feeling your glorious release melt away. “Jungkook, what is it?” 
“I think I hear something…” He trails, concentrating harder, until his expression becomes pale, cursing. “Holy shit.” 
Swiftly, Jungkook completely cages you in his arms, standing to his full height as he pushes you flush against his front. He discreetly tucks you two away from the glass balcony doors, Jungkook’s back landing on the impeccable hardwood wall. He breathes heavily as he swipes your phone from the ground, slipping it into his pocket, hands settling back around your body. 
You swallow once you feel your chest press against his, peeking down to find your boobs nearly on full display. They’re spilling out of your robe, nipples close to rubbing Jungkook’s bare, golden skin, and your entire system shuts down—if he turns towards you, he’s seeing your titties. 
Clearing your throat, you quietly peep. “Jungkook–” 
“Shh.” He clasps his gigantic hand over your mouth again, finally facing you. “I’m sensing a massive energy source; it’s an angel.” 
Your eyes widen with terror, but Jungkook settles you down. “It’s alright, angel. I’ve got you. Just stay close to me.” He whispers, and it’s then Jungkook’s eyes naturally fall down, scanning past your collarbones to find your nearly naked breasts. He swallows harshly before he’s averting his eyes, acting as if he doesn’t see a thing—you grimace behind his hand.
Suddenly, you both hear the door to your apartment ripped open, and you tense in Jungkook’s arms. He cradles you tighter.
“Hello? Anyone here?” You both hear someone call out. Jungkook’s expression hardens with determination, flexing his jaw as he readies himself. 
“We mean no harm, come out if you’re hiding.” The voice says, and it’s then you acknowledge they’re not a singular threat. 
Jungkook’s gears seem to be shifting, devising a plan. You’re interrupted from questioning him once Jungkook grits his teeth, cursing. “Fuck it.” 
Abruptly, Jungkook squeezes you into him and busts open the balcony door with his shoulder. He hails his palm forward with a bright light, his eyes glowing a fiery red. He’s seconds from attacking until his expression morphs into one of shock, furrowing his eyebrows.
“What the–Raphael?” Observing the three angels in the middle of your apartment, you gape—this is another archangel? 
“Brother.” Raphael amicably greets, holding out his arms in welcome. “It’s been far too long, how are you?” 
Shocked by the unforeseen kindness, you’re left speechless—so is Jungkook. He squeezes you as he holds up his palm in defense. “Cut the crap. What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re here to take Y/N, I won’t let you have her.” Jungkook’s intense voice is enough to convey his seriousness; he’s not fucking around. 
The sight of angels nearly causes you to throw up. You can’t help but relive your trauma, recalling those ghastly beings and what they did to you. Your body tenses with fear, cowering into Jungkook’s neck like a child.
Jungkook tightens his grip in response, holding his hand out more firmly. “I’m not fucking with you, Raphael. If you guys are doing some sort of good cop, bad cop shit then I swear I’ll blow you and your lackeys to Hell.” 
“Woah, woah, woah, brother. There’s no need. I come in peace.” Raphael quells Jungkook, who loosens his defensive pose by the slightest. 
But Jungkook shoots suspicious looks at the two angels flanking Raphael’s side. “How do I know you’re not like the rest, huh? How do I know you don’t mean harm? Why didn’t you come alone?” 
“Because I’m not supposed to be here in general, brother.” Raphael holds his hands up in surrender, motioning towards the two angels. “They’re merely extra security. I’m here as a favour to you, Jungkook.” 
“Don’t use my name.” Jungkook commands, eyes glowing a smoldering red. “Never.” 
Raphael submits to Jungkook’s request. “Alright, I’m sorry, Lucifer. But I promise, I’m here to help you out, not to harm you. I know your encounters with angels haven't been friendly.” 
“‘Not friendly?’” Jungkook bitterly mocks, scoffing. “They almost choked Y/N to death and nearly shattered her spine, ‘not friendly’ doesn’t even fucking scratch the surface, asshole.” 
“Alright, I understand.” Raphael waves the white flag. “It was not fair of them to do that. Your situation has left us angels in a… conflicting debate about how to handle things.” 
“I don’t give a fuck, Raphael, give me answers! Why are angels trying to hurt Y/N?” Jungkook desperately beseeches. “Why am I on Earth? What’s happening?” 
Jungkook’s weakening voice alarms you, peering up to find his glassy eyes—everything must be so nerve-wracking to him. Raphael completely lowers his guard, speaking kindly. “I’ll provide all the answers you want, brother. But first, you need to come with us—your journey is taking much longer than expected, and I’m here to help.” 
Jungkook grinds his teeth, his expression far too angry. “Where are you taking us? What are you going to do?” 
“Nothing, brother. We’re only going to take you two to Chicago.” Raphael elaborates, stepping closer. Jungkook immediately powers up, threatening him. 
“Don’t come closer!” 
Raphael stops, moving his hands higher in surrender, exhaling deeply.  “You must visit the celestial club at once, brother, and I promise I’ll give you any answer you desire.” 
Struck with conflicted emotions, Jungkook locks eyes with you. He appears heavily indecisive, swallowing harshly.  He searches your irises deeply, voice gentle when he asks. “Are you okay with them taking us to Chicago, angel?” 
Sensing the gravity of the situation, and the golden opportunity this is presenting you and Jungkook, you decide to place your hatred for angels aside, gingerly nodding. 
You whisper to Jungkook that if they’re hitching you guys with a ride, they’ll have to somehow bring your car, too. Jungkook’s lips curve into a soft smile, agreeing, as he lets your feet touch the ground. He still holds you close by your waist, his other hand encasing your cheek once he observes your shaken eyes. He softly runs his thumb across your skin, calming you. He lifts his resolute gaze towards Raphael and the angels, speaking firmly. 
“Alright,” he says, “we’ll come with you.” 
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Nearly tumbling forward, you’re close to hacking up your lungs when you land. You cough without pause, Jungkook’s hands soon soothing your back. “Angel, you alright?” 
“Yeah,” you cough one last time, rubbing your chest—you didn’t know teleportation could cause intense nausea. “The teleporting fucks with me.” 
Jungkook flashes you a sympathetic smile, helping you steady yourself. 
“Where are we?” He asks Raphael and his attendants, observing his surroundings. “Why are we in a corridor?” 
“We’re on the 30th floor of Waldorf Astoria Chicago.” 
You nearly choke on your spit. “We’re in the what now?” 
“The Waldorf Astoria. You’re to stay here for the night and visit the celestial club tomorrow evening.” Raphael informs, strolling down the hallway. He motions for you two to follow. “The club is located on the highest floor of the building.”
Casually sauntering towards the very end of the corridor, he spills the rest of the details. “I know this may be abrupt, but to pay you back for the harsh treatment you’ve experienced, we’ve secured you a master suite.”
The archangel unearths a card key from his pristine, white suit once you reach the very last room. He swipes it before turning the knob, revealing a grandiose room more luxurious than the one at Jimin’s casino. You gawk, unable to speak—it appears incredibly exorbitant.
Jungkook replicates your exact look, slowly meandering in together. Raphael formally stands by the door as he allows you two to sink it all in. The time allows you to seriously contemplate the archangel;  Raphael seems more…professional? You get the impression he’s far more intelligent about dealing with people. He still seems as equally brutal as his brothers, laced with the same righteousness, though he’s far more kind—hospitable. He shouldn’t have an ulterior motive here, should he?
“This room is yours until your travels end.” He elaborates. “You’ll be provided a wardrobe to choose from for tomorrow, it’s quite the prestigious event.” 
“A prestigious event?” You question, lips acutely pursing. “Isn’t the celestial club…” Your line of thinking shifts towards a dimly lit space with blood-pumping music and grinding bodies, but Raphael’s quick to interrupt.
“Oh, Y/N, the celestial club isn’t the club humans usually visit.” He clarifies, waving a finger. “It’s an exclusive club run by a non-profit organization, namely, us angels. It’s composed of angels and humans that submit donations to the many charities and foundations we operate.” 
Stunned, you blink multiple times. It clicks in your head then—of course angels would run a club that’s inherently good, why did you think they’d run a place full of drugs, greed and lust? 
Feeling incredibly stupid, Jungkook guiltily pulls his lips back. “Shit, I completely forgot about that. It’s my fault Y/N didn’t know.” 
“It’s alright,” Raphael reassures him. “I’m glad you at least remembered to bring a human with you, the angels there will not welcome Lucifer kindly.” 
Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “And how do I know they won’t smite me the second I walk in?” 
“Because you’ll be meeting me, brother.” Raphael gestures towards himself. “They will understand it’s archangel business, something they cannot dig their noses into.” 
“Then why have they at all when this is ‘archangel business’?” You speak up without a filter, slapping a hand over your mouth once you register your rude tone. You haven’t forgotten you’re speaking to an archangel. “Oh god, I’m sorry.” 
“No, you’re correct, Y/N. Those angels are from the Council and as I’ve said, the situation has been controversial. Just find some time to rest tonight.” Raphael instructs, gesturing towards the suite. “Please make yourselves at home, and we’ll meet tomorrow to discuss further details about the evening.” 
You and Jungkook nod before Raphael vacates your room, shutting the door behind him. Your guard drops then, finally able to relax. Faltering onto one of the loveseats in the common area, you sigh, massaging your eyelids. 
“Hey, you alright?” Jungkook considerately asks, clasping your shoulder for a rub—you can’t help but reflect on how domestic the touch is, or the fact that you’re still dressed in your robe.
Straightening up, you clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like angel crap.” You shrug off his hand, leaning away from him. Again, you can practically feel how much it hurts him, peeking through your peripheral vision to find Jungkook backing away from you, his arms tightly folded. 
“Y-yeah, sorry.” He apologizes—you hate how awkward he becomes, almost like he doesn’t know how to act around you, especially after your salacious activities before arriving here. Neither of you have mentioned it. “Of all my brothers, Raphael is the nicest one, though, so I don’t think he has an ulterior motive.” 
Humming in acknowledgement, you sink into your seat, eyes threatening to fall shut. Jungkook clears his throat with a fist over his mouth, jaw clenching. “You seem tired; get dressed for bed and get some sleep. I can put our luggage away.” 
Fluttering your eyes open, you warmly smile, appreciative of his offer. “Thank you, Jungkook.” 
He nods, a smile almost curving his lips. “I’ve got you, angel. Always.” 
Rising from your seat, you zip open your suitcase to rummage for some nightwear. You managed to find shorts but remember your shortage on t-shirts. You guiltily wince, craning your head towards Jungkook—you meet his eyes. 
“Um…can I—” 
Jungkook holds up his hand, halting you from speaking as he grabs the back of the shirt he slipped on before arriving here. He casts it off his gorgeous head of hair, strikingly ruffled now as he strips the article from his arms, presenting it to you without a word. 
Swallowing at how incredibly sexy he is, you reach out and clutch his shirt, thanking him for it. He tells you not to mention it, and you paddle off towards one of the vacant bedrooms on the second floor. 
You hate that your heart flutters when you slip on his t-shirt later that night—it smells just like him. 
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You toss and turn, groaning as your abdomen feels a sharp pang. You’re attacked by another stab that feels akin to a dagger, fluttering your eyes open to sadly exhale. 
You’re getting your PMS cramps. 
Huffing out, you lay flat on your stomach to rid yourself of the pain, but it does nothing at all, cursing mother nature. All you desire is a heating pad to soothe the aches, gravely missing the one that’s stored away in your closet at home. 
You hate yourself for not packing it, though then again, you didn’t expect to get your period earlier than usual. 
You rise in bed, tucking your knees to your chest to manage the sharp aches. You wince upon another stab, your stomach brutally contracting. You soon desire any kind of heat source to provide immediate relief, and only one, unfortunate thought comes to mind. 
Burying your face in your hands, you shove away any and all trivial thoughts about him and your situation to at least treat your suffering. Swinging your legs off the bed, you clutch his t-shirt to your braless frame and waddle out of your room. 
Standing in front of his door, you let out a deep breath, preparing yourself—or to be exact, your heart. Sleeping without him did feel lonely, though it allowed for some progress in your mission to detach yourself from him. Visiting him would only counteract whatever you’ve accomplished, but you couldn’t deny the truth—you missed him. 
Lifting your knuckles to the door, you softly knock. “Jungkook?
You hear rustling on his side, soon his deep, mellow voice. “Angel?” 
Your heart melts inside your chest—he sounds sleepy. “Can I come in?” 
“Of course, it’s open.” 
Quietly turning the knob, you enter Jungkook’s room, finding him rubbing his face as he sits up in bed; he’d evidently been asleep.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you asleep?” 
“Yeah, but it’s okay.” Jungkook covers his mouth when he yawns, his rugged voice thick with sleep. “What happened? Are you okay?”
His attentiveness even when he’s tired steals your heart, thinking you were right—visiting him really did backtrack your efforts. 
“I feel bad, I woke you up.” You frown, holding open his door. “I’m sorry I bothered you, I can leave—” 
“No, it’s alright, angel.” Jungkook stops you, leaning his elbows on his bent knees. He fights off another yawn as he mumbles his words with a husky timbre. “You’re never a bother. Did you need something? Have you been able to sleep?” 
Softly smiling, you enter his room and shut the door. It’s incredibly dark, his curtains drawn shut to leave no room for light, but his silhouette is still visible—you know he looks undeniably handsome. Turning towards him shyly, you half-whisper. 
“I–um, not really.” You uselessly toe the ground, averting your eyes from him—since when did Jungkook make you so timid? Your heart feels like it’s jackhammering against your ribcage. “I just, um, I’m-I’m getting cramps from PMS-ing.” You clear your throat while explaining—did the devil even know about premenstrual symptoms? “They’re when–” 
Jungkook gently laughs. “I know what PMS-ing is, angel.” 
Feeling your cheeks turn hot, you bashfully lace your fingers behind your back. “I need a heating pad for the pain but we don’t have one, and the closest thing to a heat source is…” You think back to when Jungkook massaged your back, relishing in the relieving heat his palms provided. 
Jungkook hums in acknowledgement, beckoning you with his hand. “Come here.” 
You sheepishly shuffle over to him, arms caging your breasts as you settle into the space Jungkook allocates for you. Climbing onto his sheets, he casts them over your body as you slither into his side. You nuzzle against his warm body, Jungkook snug beside you. A hand of his perfectly nestles over your clothed tummy as his other arm serves as a pillow for your head. 
All of a sudden, you feel an immense, familiar warmth permeate from Jungkook’s palm, sighing when your abdomen feels the relief. You purr like a kitten, cuddling up into him—it just felt so instinctual. 
To your surprise, Jungkook chuckles as his fingers lightly brush through your hair. “Better?” 
You happily grin, hiding your face in his shoulder. “Better.” 
Endeared, Jungkook adjusts his head on his pillow, spooning you dearly. “Goodnight, angel. Get some sleep.” 
Heart warming inside your chest, you feel your cramps subside, finding peace by his side, and your eyes easily fall shut. You can’t help but think it replicates how easily you’ve fallen for him—forgetting him is going to be the most agonizing, miserable thing you’ll have to do.
“Goodnight, Jungkook.” 
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“Fuck, I don’t know what would look good with this.” Jungkook curses as he compares two dress shirts with his suit jacket, extremely confused. You can’t see him currently as you touch up your makeup in the bathroom, only able to hear his comedic dilemma. 
“I don’t think blue’s my colour, I’m more of a red guy.” He speaks to himself—you scoff as you peek out of your bathroom. 
“Just choose a shirt, genius. Men can get away with almost any colour combination as long as they’re wearing a suit.”
Kissing his teeth, you can hear the eye roll in Jungkook’s voice. “Well, in case you didn’t remember, I'm walking into a den of beings that absolutely despise me, Y/N. I should look as good as I can, maybe look so hot that they spare me the dirty looks and ogle at me instead.” 
Chuckling, your laughs resound in your suite, perfecting your eyeliner. “What, have angels never seen you before?” 
“Not all of them, and very rarely. They mainly know me because of how my energy feels.” He responds, sounding busy as he rummages through the rack of clothes Raphael provided you with earlier. It’s the day of you both finally attending what you originally set out for, hours away from sealing Jungkook’s fate. 
You avoid the surge of emotions that crawl up your throat at the thought. 
“And how does your energy feel like, oh great king of Hell?” 
Jungkook proudly huffs. “Thick and massive, like my co—” 
“Shut the fuck up, clown!” You silence him, listening to him bellow out a laugh in the main area. You grow frustrated with him, stomping out of the bathroom. You find him still comparing two shirts, crossing your arms over your robe-cladded chest. “You can’t go two seconds without being full of yourself, huh?” 
“I mean, it feels great to be full of myself.” He nonchalantly shrugs, flashing you a shit-eating grin. “I promise you’d feel good full of me, too.” 
He sends you an obnoxious wink—you’re utterly fed up with him. “You’re an ass.” 
“Thanks, I have a great ass.” Jungkook tips his imaginary hat in your direction, and you give up on him, tapping your phone to peek at the hour. You realize you’re both too far behind for the meet-up, cursing. 
“Fuck, Jungkook, we’re gonna be late.” You exaperate. “What was the time Raphael gave again?” 
“And it’s 7:22! Let’s hurry up and get the fuck out of here, we still need to grab all of our shit, too.” You harshly instruct him, running into the bathroom to snatch your earrings. You prop the showy crystal pieces on, adoring how they complement your black, silk gown for tonight. Searching for your stunning waterfall necklace, you locate it and attempt to wrap it around your neck, but the clasp is too complicated. 
Frustrated, you figure you might as well ask Jungkook. Removing your robe, you cast it onto a hook and step out of the bathroom into Jungkook’s direction, fixing the backing of your earrings. You find him with a black dress shirt left open, his tie hanging around his neck, revealing his gorgeous abs. 
“Jungkook, can you put on my necklace? I can’t work the clasp.” You request, approaching him checking himself out in the main area’s body-length mirror. His eyes deviate from his reflection to flash a look at you—he gawks the second he does. 
You appear strikingly elegant, the midnight black, gorgeous silk gown cascades down your lower half into a seamless skirt, flowy and yet, incredibly mature. The corset styled, strapless top made your dress appear almost hollywood-like, the back adorned with ties that laced up your spine, showing off a tasteful amount of skin. A single strip of crystal separated the top of your dress and your skirt, complemented by your crystal jewelry. 
Jungkook swallows harshly as he sweeps over your entire body, completely oblivious to you holding out your necklace. He’s only reminded of your request when you beckon him again. 
“Hello? Jungkook? Necklace?” 
Staring at your red lips, he awkwardly clears his throat, averting his ogling eyes. “Right, right.” 
He retrieves the necklace and rounds your figure, standing behind you. Your eyes meet in your reflection, and you gulp—he’s so much bigger than you, and his all-black outfit is lethally handsome.
“Your hair.” He indicates—you collect all your wavy strands to rest upon your collarbone. Jungkook avoids your eyes in the mirror, a little skittish. His behaviour could indicate he’s…nervous? He’s acting off. It was a rare sight; usually Jungkook was as confident as ever. 
He delicately lays the necklace over your sternum. Through the mirror, you watch him silently work, admiring his otherworldly looks. He truly did deserve the description of being devilishly attractive; his scorching beauty seemed as though it was forged from the molten lava in Hell. 
Harmlessly gazing at him, Jungkook peeks up, and your eyes connect. For a second, you swear you feel something so magnetic, so immensely powerful, it felt as though he owned your entire soul. You could’ve become lost in his eyes, taken by their intriguing gleam. He felt… familiar, too familiar, and you seriously wonder if you’ve felt this feeling before. Your insides scream at you to simply launch yourself at him, to devour him. 
You’re only sucked out of your trance when Jungkook’s finished, and his hands find purchase on your bare shoulders. “There.” 
Breathing out whatever the fuck that was, you struggle to respond, toying with your necklace. “Th-thank you.” 
“The ribbons on the back of your dress aren’t tied that nicely, though.” He informs you, slightly leaning down towards your ear to speak—you’re a fucking goner.  “Can I tie them?” 
Your heart lurches at the idea, but you’d rather your bows not look stupid. “Y-yeah, sure.” 
Nodding, he unties the knots that enclose your corset. He pulls the ends tighter, connecting your gazes again. “Is that too tight?” 
You shake your head, and he continues. His pretty hands effortlessly work your ribbons, crafting presentable knots that look much better than the previous. 
His presence permeates you with nearly suffocating tension from behind, stirring a fiery sensation deep inside your belly. His eyebrows are drawn together as he concentrates, watching his jaw flex, his impeccable hair with a single strand that curls over his exposed forehead, his richly-scented cologne invading your nostrils—he’s so sickeningly hot. 
Completing his work, his hands settle around your hips, holding you. He regards your reflection with mysterious, dark eyes, something that invites you into the depths of his tempting mysteries. 
“Done.” He nearly whispers; shivers prickle along your spine. You clear your throat and spin out of his hold—you need goddamn air. 
“Are you ready yet?” You manage to get out with stability, tipping your chin. “We’ll be late if you don’t choose a shirt.” 
He sighs as he tucks his hands into his pockets. “I can’t choose a shirt.” 
“What’s wrong with the one you’re wearing now?” 
“It’ll make my suit all-black.” Jungkook complains, clicking his tongue. “I don’t think it looks good.” 
You snort. “Jungkook, please. You’ll make anything look good. All-black is actually a sexy look for a suit.” 
“Did you just call me sexy?” Jungkook’s lips curve into a mischievous smile, his eyes dancing with amusement. 
“I called the suit sexy, not you.” 
“And you just said I make anything I look good,” he counters, chiding you. “You admitted I’m good-looking.” 
Realizing your slip-up, you gulp, nervously laughing. “Haha, whatever, clown. Just fucking get dressed and let’s get this night over with.” You show him the hand, your heels clacking against the hardwood floor underneath as you near the door. 
Softly chuckling, Jungkook can’t help but grin widely, buttoning up his current shirt as he readies himself. You go searching for your clutch for tonight, ensuring it was packed with whatever you two may require for a night out. You’re tugging on your heels when you suddenly hear Jungkook’s footsteps approaching you.
“Finally, you’re done—” Within a split second, you’re shocked when he randomly slips his arms around you from behind.
He embraces you warmly, tightly, as though he desired to never let go. His emotions emanate from his touch, infusing with whatever weighed on his heart. You’re left perplexed, holding his arm around your stomach. “Jungkook?” You question, though you’re only met by his silence, becoming more concerned. 
“Hey, Jungkook, are you alright?” You sweetly ask again, and he squeezes you tighter, his lips pressed into your shoulder—his voice is so mellow when he speaks. 
“I remembered something in my dreams last night...” The rumble of his voice vibrates through you, his cadence calm—honey-like. 
You affectionately stroke his arm. “What did you remember, Jungkook?” 
He lets the silence linger, though his quietude isn’t unwelcomed. His seems conflicted, and you allow him the time to speak, to lay out whatever’s troubling him. 
“I remembered you.” 
Your heart stops, your lungs cease functioning. Your mind produces no articulated thoughts, eyes wide with shock. “Y-You… what?” 
“I saw you… I remembered you.” 
Desparate for more information, you pry. “What did you remember about me, Jungkook?” 
He hesitates to speak, his arms curling around you tighter—he squeezes you. “I don’t want to say it yet. Just… let me hold you like this.” He quietly requests, burying his face into your hair. “Please.” 
Overwhelmed by whatever Jungkook feels, you acquiesce, allowing him to cradle you in his arms. He does so for what felt like hours, when it must’ve only been five minutes—your heart has never drummed so loudly before. His hold feels homey, comforting, but most of all, once again, familiar. 
You haven’t been able to shake that familiarity you’ve felt ever since the day you met him; which only begs more questions. What does he mean he ‘remembered’ you? Wasn’t the first time you two met, in fact, the first time you both ever met? You don’t recall meeting Jungkook before that encounter, left incredibly confused as to what he saw. 
But alas, this isn’t something you’ll dig into—it seems to make Jungkook incredibly vulnerable. It would be the equivalent of kicking a puppy when it's already down. 
Gently, Jungkook releases you from his arms, fixing himself up. He passes by you to tug on his shoes with a perfectly normal expression, opening the door of your suite—he gestures towards it, holding out his hand for you “After you, my lady.” 
Impressed by his ability to do a complete 180, you laugh through a smile, placing your hand in his warm, large palm. “Thank you, my king.” 
You swear you can feel how wide Jungkook knowingly grins when you vacate your suite.
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Your heels sound against the elevator’s marble flooring as you fidget with Jungkook, who keeps a warm palm against your lower back. You feel sheepish with him so close, stunning as ever in his sexy suit. Out of curiosity, you glimpse up at him, and he peers down at you. 
He sends you a charming smile, holding your gaze as you become uncontrollably shy, tearing your eyes away. You listen to him chuckle, a fist covering his gorgeous lips. 
“What else did Raphael tell you about tonight when I was showering, Jungkook?” You inquire, gaining the courage to meet his eyes again. 
“He explained that I have to mention his name when we get asked about our invite by the host, and he’ll speak to us after.” 
You hum in acknowledgement, drumming your fingers across your clutch. “I see, so this shouldn’t be too bad, right?” 
Jungkook grimaces at that, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he thinks. He sighs then, turning around to face you, cupping your arms seriously. “Y/N, listen. Everyone’s going to be able to sense that I’m Lucifer and they’ll most likely stare. They may even be hostile when treating us until Raphael comes. It’s unavoidable—they can sense my tainted energy.” 
You attentively listen to him, nodding. 
“So just… stay by my side. You may also hear some unappealing things about me from other angels, but please, try to understand and take things with a grain of salt. Hell was… Hell was different.” Jungkook nervously clarifies, swallowing harshly. 
His eyes glimmer that beautiful scarlet shade, as though the state of his heart relied on your single answer. You pacify Jungkook’s worries, offering him a kind smile. “Nobody will change my opinion of you, Jungkook. Never.” 
His lips adorably curve, releasing your arms to face the elevator doors again. Once they open up upon the last floor, you’re welcomed by a lush, incredibly opulent scene. The club is similar to a banquet hall almost, large in size though decorated with enough Gregorian-style tables and chairs to make it appear extremely exclusive. 
Jungkook leads you both towards the host, who inquires your names, and your companion does exactly as he mentioned earlier. Upon hearing Raphael’s name, the host immediately changes his mood, scurrying off to inform whomever he must. 
The pair of you saunter further into the event, and here comes exactly what Jungkook predicted. It’s jarring how a noticeable, uncomfortable silence falls upon the room, nearly every eye focusing on you two. The contempt is magnetic, unavoidable as what you assume to be all angels staring at you with hostility. It’s habitual for you to become shy; you can’t forget you seem to be the first name in their Death Notes. 
You squeeze Jungkook’s hand, who naturally does so back. You think you even feel him transfer some of his heat to you; it automatically serves as a relaxant to your stiffness. He clears his throat before bending down, his lip ring caressing your helix. “You look gorgeous tonight, by the way.” 
A coquettish grin plasters across your face, narrowing your vision at him. “Are you trying to distract me, demon?” 
Jungkook snorts. “You definitely know me too well.” 
Caught up in giggling with him, Raphael’s voice is unmistakable. “Brother, Y/N.” He pleasantly greets, approaching you two with a good-natured smile. You’re glad Raphael’s naturally kinder; it quelled some of the harsher stares of other angels. 
“Raphael, hey.” Jungkook responds, tugging you closer to him by your waist
“I’m glad you’ve both dressed well, I hope the suite has been a nice change of pace.”
“Yeah, it’s been nice.” Your king of Hell confirms.
“That’s good to hear. Thank you for coming to the club, I’m sure you’ve known this has always been your destination.” Raphael gestures towards the exorbitant floor. 
“Yes, all I want to do is talk, Raphael. And tell me how I’m meant to return to Hell, you said you’d help me.”
Hearing Jungkook’s words leaves your heart sinking into your stomach, air vacating your lungs. The pain that strikes you is nearly unbearable, but you made a promise to yourself; when Jungkook leaves, you’re to feel absolutely nothing. 
It’s better that way, and you’ll force yourself to accept that until your heart decides to be as logical as your head.
“I shall, but first,” Raphael holds up a finger, appearing as a sort of signal when he beckons someone. You tilt your head in confusion, until you unexpectedly feel hands grabbing your shoulders, tugging you out of Jungkook’s hold. 
You worriedly peer back, finding yourself in the company of two large men dressed in all black, and a man in all white—Jungkook’s expression immediately drops, panic lacing his tone. “Raphael, what the fuck are you doing?” His features soon, however, morph into sheer confusion when he recognizes the two men seizing you. 
“Wait, wrath… gluttony… Namjoon and Seokjin?” 
“Your Majesty.” 
“Sir.” They each respond. 
Jungkook blinks multiple times, far too puzzled. He quickly faces his brother. “Raphael, what the fuck is going on?” 
“We cannot allow Y/N to join our conversation.” Raphael calmly explains. “It is strictly a celestial matter, she will be accompanied by your princes of Hell and my most trusted man in the meantime.” 
“Who’s the fucking angel? And why are my princes here?” Jungkook angirly questions, his irritation showing on his face. 
“Well hello to you too, Lucifer. I’m Taehyung—probably the best angel in heaven. Don’t worry, I’m one of the good guys who doesn’t entirely hate you.” The man in white eccentrically introduces himself; he seems to be quite the character. 
Raphael clasps his hands together, careful with his words. “I requested some of your princes to take care of Y/N because I figured you trusted them more than my angels, and since Y/N might feel more comfortable. My man is there to simply dissipate any tensions between the demons and angels.” 
In the same instant Raphael elaborates, the angel Taehyung turns towards you, smiling widely—he’s insanely beautiful, even more so his endearing, square-like smile. “Greetings Y/N, as you know, I’m Taehyung, and I promise I won’t bring you any harm. I’m actually the embodiment of an angel.” 
His bubbly persona automatically settles your nerves, also glad to be in the company of some princes of Hell—Raphael was right in his decision, funny how you prefer demons over angels. “Princes of hell, huh? Do you know Yoongi?” You ask them.
“Of course, he’s one of us.” The burlier one answers. 
“One of our best guys.” The one with luscious lips adds on. 
Your heart slows down once you hear they know Yoongi—Jungkook doesn’t seem to be on the same page, though.
“Raphael, you didn’t mention this.” Jungkook barks, his body scarily tensing. “I’m not separating from Y/N, that’s off the table.” 
“Brother, she’ll be protected by three beings, she will be fine.” 
“The last time I trusted her with someone…” Jungkook begins, but trails as his features grimace—he must be remembering what Leonardo did to you. “I nearly killed a man for what he did to her; Y/N and I do not separate. End of discussion.” 
Raphael gravely sighs, attempting to work with his hot-headed brother. “Lucifer, our discussion is not one that can include the presence of a human. If you’d like your answers, you must let her go.” 
Grinding his teeth, Jungkook’s eyes glow a furious red as his anger boils over. It’s easy to forget that Jungkook’s status as Lucifer makes him easily susceptible to anger, to his emotions flying off the rails and manifesting in terrifying ways—this time it’s flames burning in his irises. You’ve never once seen him this rageful. 
“You said you wouldn’t be like the rest.” Jungkook grits, his derisive voice catching the eyes of those nearby. “You said I could trust you!” 
“Brother, I am trying to help you, all I ask is that we speak without her.” Raphael asserts himself, but Jungkook’s fuming now. It becomes alarming once he threateningly approaches Raphael, to which you suddenly receive an elbow nudge. 
“Hey, you’re his woman, aren’t you? Maybe you should calm him down before he blows this joint to Hell.” Taehyung leans down to whisper. You struggle to respond, having no choice when even Namjoon and Seokjin release you as a result. Your head ruminates with Taehyung calling you Jungkook’s woman when you round the demon’s menacing figure, your smaller hands resting atop Jungkook’s taut chest.  
“Jungkook, hey, hey. Calm down.” You coo, your voice sweeter than sweet. He still continues to rage, and it’s then you see his fists dangerously tightened, the heat emanating from his body incredibly sweltering. You cup his jaw then, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “Jungkook, look at me, hey.” 
His fiery eyes glance at you, and you offer him a soft, delicate smile. “Jungkook, it’s alright. We’ve travelled all this way for this moment, haven’t we? You need to talk to your brother.” 
Jungkook’s jaw flexes, grinding his teeth. “I am not leaving you, not again.” The emphasis of his words is heightened by the tenacious look in his eyes—his resolve pierces your soul. Jungkook always did hate whenever you parted from him, though this time, there’s something different in his features; like he’d truly murder anyone attempting to take you away from him. 
Your eyes flash with confusion, though you shove it away. “Jungkook, I promise I’ll stay within your line of sight, okay? I promise.” 
He’s still unconvinced, giving you a death glare that never subsides—you figure it’s time to pull out the big guns. With a sigh, you timidly peer towards everyone watching you two.
“Um… can everyone look away for a bit?” 
The four beings quirk a questioning brow—you smile even more timidly. “Please?” 
Complying, the men all turn away from you and Jungkook, even if they look extremely confused. Once their eyes are elsewhere, Jungkook whispers only for you to hear. “Y/N, I will not—” 
Instantly, you cradle his soft cheeks, prop yourself on your tip-toes, and press your lips against Jungkook’s. You kiss him gently, sweetly, delicate enough that it leaves Jungkook hesitating. You don’t move your mouth, only relish in the pillowy plush of his rosy lips. 
There’s a small sound when you pull away from his supple mouth, watching him peer back at you with round, confused eyes—he appears utterly adorable. “Jungkook, let me go for now—I promise I’ll come back to you.” 
Unable to speak, Jungkook can’t conjure up a sentence. He sweeps over every feature upon your face, as though he were committing every inch to his memory—his irises simmer out their rageful fire, replaced by sweet, warm honey. 
 “Okay.” He quietly confirms, pressing his lips together with worry, though it's admirable that he listens to you. “Okay…. only for you.” 
With your lips curving into an angelic smile, you glimpse over at Raphael. “He’s yours for now, Raphael.” 
Raphael thanks you for easing up Jungkook as you step towards your three protectors, Jungkook’s eyes and hand still lingering on you. When you’re both pulled apart, Jungkook cradles your palm tightly, reluctant to release you until you slowly, steadily, slip out of each other’s grasp like sand. 
You can’t shake the feeling that it felt terribly symbolic. 
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“Please, make yourself comfortable.” 
Raphael gestures towards the couch across from him. Jungkook grumpily seats himself, casting a leg over the other as he reclines, his eyes automatically shooting towards the counter of the bar—he finds you beaming with a smile, adorably waving at him.
He can’t deny the way you make his heart race, even if he’s incredibly pissed. 
Clearing his throat, Jungkook tongues his lip ring, leaning his elbow on his armrest, hands folded over his lap. “So, angels drink these days?” Jungkook indicates  the bar, his tone flat as ever. 
“It’s meant for our human guests; they attend during the day.” Raphael elaborates. “It’s only celestial beings after 6 PM.” 
Jungkook acknowledges the information with the bounce of his brows, eyes distracted with observing the club—he sneaks glances at you nearly every five seconds, his heart easing when he finds you animatedly talking. 
Raphael sighs from across his brother, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Brother, I assure you she's fine. I sincerely mean her no harm, you know I would not lie to you; I’m a servant of the Lord.” 
Jungkook scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Funny how your servants of the Lord had no problem violently assaulting her.” 
Raphael finds no words to counter his brother, merely exhaling. “We came here to speak, Jungkook.” 
“Don’t use my angel name.” 
Clearing his throat, Raphael timidly continues. “Lucifer, would you like your answers or not?” 
“I very much would, why else would I come here?” Jungkook snips. 
“Where would I even begin? There’s much to unravel here.” 
“Maybe start with why the fuck I was even cast out of hell?” Jungkook speaks harshly, holding his brother in contempt. “Or why the hell I can’t remember anything.” 
“Alright, your memory; I can start there.” Raphael indicates, straightening his posture. “Your memories were stolen from you, they were meant to be.” 
Jungkook toys with his lip ring, derisively shaking his head. “Why were they stolen from me? For what fucking purpose?” 
Raphael winces at Jungkook’s language, before forcing himself to manage it. “They were stolen as a way to teach you a lesson, brother, a very valuable one.” 
“And what lesson did I need to learn?” 
Raphael sighs, lightly kissing his teeth. “Your time on Earth really didn’t uncover anything, huh?” 
Jungkook upturns his hands in a ‘I don’t fucking know’ gesture, causing Raphael to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You did something in Hell, brother. Something you should’ve never done. You were cast out not only to be tested, but to be punished.” 
Jungkook scrunches his features with confusion. “What the hell did I do? I don’t remember doing anything.” 
“Like I said, your memories were stolen from you, they’re part of the punishment.” Raphael repeats. “But what you did was… a complete violation of your work. You had deviated from the point of your job and started neglecting your duties—something had compromised your position as Lucifer, and the Lord thought it necessary to set you straight.” 
Jungkook becomes even more confused, though intrigued—what did he possibly do so wrong? “What? I neglected my duties? How?” 
Raphael exhales worriedly, as though the information was grave, and Jungkook was only growing more eager. “Brother, listen. I’m not so sure how much you remember, but this information… it will change you. It will not serve you well.” 
“For fuck’s sake, Raphael,” Jungkook curses, throwing up his arms in the air. “Stop being a saint for once and fucking lay it on me.” 
Raphael clasps his hands before his lips, speaking seriously. “Brother, there is only one way to return to Hell for you, and it’s not through the way demons traditionally return.” He begins, carefully eyeing his once fellow archangel. “The only way you return is by acknowledging your punishment, and learning your lesson.” 
“How do I learn my lesson? What even is it? What am I being punished for?” 
“You know what it means to deviate, brother,” Raphael knowingly peers. “You had been led astray by humans, or more accurately, by someone, and began neglecting your duties as Lucifer as a whole. Your punishment was being cast onto Earth, where you would not only live life as a human and suffer as they do, but to reverse how you had been led astray—to reinstate your position as Lucifer.” 
Jungkook’s brows climb in an instant, lost. “I… deviated? What do you mean someone?” 
Raphael swallows, rubbing his temple—his heavy eyes meet his brother’s with a poignant look, sighing. “The reincarnation of your queen of hell and the love of your life, Lucifer. Lilith.” 
Jungkook pauses, blinking multiple times. He feels like a computer whose CPU is running terribly slow. “L-Lilith?” 
“Yes, brother. You received your punishment because not only had you become fixated on human life, but you had become terribly obsessed with finding the reincarnation of Lilith. You searched for years, years upon years until finally, you found her, and you’d become far too interested in her for the Lord’s liking. You had begun to neglect your duties, became rebellious, and as a result, your infatuation left you cast out of Hell.” 
Jungkook swallows, absorbing the information. His mind runs amok, trying to piece together any traces of his memories to remember this. The reincarnation of Lilith… Lilith? The love of his life? Jungkook can’t process this. 
“I… I don’t remember.” Jungkook rambles, his eyes vacant with gravity. “I don’t remember any of this.” 
Raphael reaches over then, landing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Let me help you remember.” 
Within the second Raphael touches Jungkook, he’s swept into a sea of memories. Flashes of moments spark through his brain, suffusing him with each and every moment that was stolen from him. He remembers his fixation, he remembers the screams of tortured souls in hell, remembers the feeling of his throne, of his duties as Lucifer. He remembers his obsession with you, his unwavering determination to find you, his endless search for the human Lilith had been reincarnated as. 
But among all those things, Jungkook remembers one very, distinct thing; your stunning face. 
Jungkook’s left heavily breathing when Raphael pulls away, fear and confusion sparkling in his eyes. He rummages through the memories he was gifted back, swiping a shaking hand over his face as he remembers everything… everything. 
“So that’s… that’s what I remembered last night.” Jungkook faintly whispers to himself as his line of sight falls towards you, his mind drowning. 
“What did you remember, brother?” 
Jungkook swallows on a dry throat, nearly trembling. Slowly, he meets his brother’s gaze with vulnerable, empty eyes. “I remembered that I loved her.” 
Raphael sighs almost in sympathy, sinking back into his seat. “That’s everything you were meant to salvage on this journey.” 
Jungkook can barely think; his mind’s as thick as mud.. He’s reliving those moments in hell, sifting through each one that washes over him. You weren’t just any human, you’re Lilith, the reincarnation of his goddamn lover. 
Suddenly, Jungkook recalls seeing your face from the depths of hell, how easily he fell for your sweet smiles and unabashed laughter—how easily you replicated his once queen of Hell. The happiness he felt when he finally found you, after years of tortuous searching.  He’d found you when you’d just entered college, kickstarting life as an adult, ready to take on the world. Jungkook’s heart was struck by lightning the second he laid eyes on you, and instantly, you held the vessel within your very hands. 
It’s then crazy for Jungkook to ruminate about his arrival on Earth; how he ran into you. It all falls into place; why you’re the one who found him, your undeniable chemistry, why he always felt so incredibly drawn to you, protective of you—so easily fell for you. He realizes then that as Lucifer, he may have initially loved you for being the reincarnation of Lilith, though as Jungkook, upon crash-landing on you, he fell in love with you.
That thought, however, plunges Jungkook’s heart into a pit of despair, recalling Raphael’s earlier words. “Raphael, what lesson did I need to learn before I return to hell? What do I need to do?” 
Raphael grimaces here, as though this is the worst part. “The lesson you were meant to learn is that you cannot be with her, brother. The only way you return to hell is if… is if…” 
Jungkook’s eyes can’t help but brim with tears, knowing where this is going. “Fucking say it, Raphael.” 
The archangel appears hurt even speaking, unable to look his brother in the eye. “You know Lilith was cast out of hell for disobeying Adam; her punishment was to lose the privilege of eternal life, and lose you, her lover.” Raphael explains without a single stutter. “Though there was another part of her punishment, one that many do not know.” 
Jungkook grinds his teeth, eyes beaming a crimson red. “What?” 
“She is destined to be repeatedly reincarnated as a human across lifetimes, and you are always driven to find her. Your memory of each lifetime is erased, and Lilith’s soul is reincarnated in a different human. In some lifetimes, when you find her, she falls deeply in love with you, though you are always… always destined to be ripped away from her.” Raphael sadly details, still unable to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “She is never meant to be with you, she is to eternally suffer the pain of losing you.” 
Jungkook’s heart shatters into thousands of pieces, each one collecting in the bottom of his stomach to eventually burn. “So what I have to do to return to Hell…” 
Raphael finally connects with his brother’s eyes, tightly clutching his palms together. “To return to hell, you are to corrupt her human soul beyond redemption—to ensure she remains punished for the rest of her life, and all the lifetimes she lives thereafter. In turn, you are also reminded of your duties as Lucifer, and punished for being led astray—by damning the soul of the one you love most.” 
Shocked, Jungkook doesn’t even know what words can elucidate what he feels. He’s done this in lifetimes before? And each time he’s been doomed with this ghastly fate? To shatter your heart and corrupt the soul he’s come to so dearly love? He can’t fathom this, any of it, shaking his head at Raphael. 
“This can’t be true, it can’t. I don’t remember fuck of all this.” 
Raphael winces, speaking pacifyingly. “Like I said, your memory of every lifetime you’ve found her is always erased, Lucifer—it’s to ensure your punishment and hers lives on.” The archangel elaborates. “You will cease to exist if you do not return to hell, meaning you must damn her soul. If you choose not to, you will both be seized by the Council, and suffer the same fate regardless.” 
Jungkook’s utterly devastated, heartbroken, confused. This can’t be possible, it simply can’t. How could someone do something so cruel? Yes, he’s the devil, though punishing the one he loves—you—instead, is entirely harrowing. 
It leaves him feeling disgustingly sick.
Jungkook’s eyes then shift towards you—he finds you being your lovable self with the princes of Hell and Raphael’s angel, even chuckling at something the angel says. Jungkook’s chest becomes congested with guilt, feeling suffocated, utterly spent of life. There’s simply no way he can damn your soul to Hell, engrave impenitent sin behind that innocent smile of yours—he can’t possibly do that to you, nor can he live knowing that you’re meant to experience this painful fate on an endless loop. 
Rising from his seat, Jungkook stares his archangel brother down, harshly pointing a finger in his direction. “Fuck you, Raphael.” 
The archangel becomes alarmed, eyes narrowing in question. “Where are you going, brother? I told you, this is not something you can simply ignore; you must corrupt the woman, it’s imperative.” 
“No,” Jungkook assertively puts his foot down. “Fuck you, fuck heaven, fuck this entire sitaution. I will not do that to her, I will never do that to her.” 
Raphael is riddled with bewilderment, joining his brother on his feet. “Brother, you do understand that if you refuse to do this, you will be apprehended by the Council and suffer worse? Or if your time runs out on Earth, you will not exist anymore.” 
Jungkook clenches his jaw, peering at Raphael with the most unyielding eyes in the world. “Then I’d rather not fucking exist.”
 Finished with this conversation, Jungkook leaves the lounging area, ignoring Raphael’s insistence to stop. He only responds with one thing, shouting it. 
“And by the way, tell Michael and Gabriel I said fuck you!” 
Stomping away, Jungkook immediately raids your chit-chat with your make-shift bodyguards. He snatches your wrist, tugging you away without a word—there are far too many emotions raging inside him. 
He listens to you confusedly question him, your mellifluous voice gracing his ears. “Jungkook, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” 
But Jungkook never answers, he simply shoves past every angel without remorse, hitting the elevator button and ushering you inside with him, fuming as the doors shut. He disregards your every word, glaring with the most vacant eyes in the world. He needs to remain stoic to endure his agonizing pain—even if it means ignoring the woman he loves. 
Once you grow quiet realizing he won’t utter a word, the silence invites Jungkook to think, to think and think until his mind turns to mush, until one, evident question remains imprinted on the walls of his brain. 
What the fuck is he going to do? 
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“So, what’s he like?” The gorgeous angel Taehyung inquires, leaning his cheek into his palm on the bar counter as his eyes glimmer with eagerness—he’s already growing on you. 
“Why are you so curious, Taehyung?” You pull his leg, mimicking his stance. “You stunned by his good looks?” 
Taehyung rolls his eyes then, motioning a thumbs down. “Boo, I was just wondering what the fuss is. He’s all I hear about these days.” 
“You’re lucky you can even speak about him, angel.” The sin of gluttony, or Seokjin, speaks up. “We can’t even utter his name without your people harassing us.” 
Taehyung blows a careless raspberry, picking at his nails. “Not my fault your people are evil and planning things like usurping Lucifer’s throne—real classy.” 
Namjoon suddenly scoffs, scrutinizing Taehyung. “And we can handle that on our own, we know our people better than you.” 
“And yet you can’t keep them on their respective leashes.” 
That comment easily makes Namjoon and Seokjin bare their fangs, eyes glowing a deep red similar to Jungkook’s. Taehyung remains unbothered, sending them the bleakest expression on Earth. “What? Can’t handle the truth when you’re buried beneath all your sins, demons?” 
The tension rises in seconds, causing you to step between the men. “Hey, guys, you’re meant to be my bodyguards, not fighting!” 
“You’re right, Y/N.” Taehyung valiantly declares. “We’re meant to protect the fair lady, put those eyes away, demons.” 
Namjoon and Seokjin unwillingly cooperate, standing either side of you. 
“If master’s Y/N weren’t here, we’d be using your halo in a ring-toss game, angel. Don’t forget that.” Seokjin condescends with a saccharine sweet smile—you contort your lips with confusion; a lot of people seem to think you’re Jungkook’s. Do you blame them?
“Probably use you as the marker too, righteous ass being.” Namjoon spits. 
Taehyung dreamily sighs, intertwining his hands under his cheek, fluttering his eyelashes. “What a nightmare it would be if I were actually scared of demons.” 
You chuckle at his response, tilting your head. “You’re not scared of them, Taehyung?” 
“Pft,” Taehyung waves off. “These guys? No way—they’re small-fry. Your man’s the only one that can even get me to sweat bullets.” 
“‘My man’? Why does everyone keep saying that?” 
“Please,” Taehyung peers at you as if you’re missing a braincell. “Did you see the way he almost burned down this place for you? If that ain’t love, I don’t what is.” He preaches, leaning his elbow on the counter. “It’s so rare to see that from him, too.” 
Your eyebrows furrow in question, bottom lip protruding. “What’s rare to see?” 
“Him being so… monogamous? I don’t know, from what I’ve heard he’s got quite the line of lovers.” Taehyung recalls, sweeping his eyes over the club. “Makes sense of the devil, too, don’t you think? Especially since he’s a looker, I’ve heard he plays with female demons as he pleases.” 
That information off-puts you, lightly grimacing. It sounds so wrong to hear—the Jungkook you know wouldn’t do that. He may be obnoxiously cocky and flirtatious, but from what you’ve seen, Jungkook rarely ever laid eyes on another female that wasn’t you. He’s extremely loyal, and his specific affection towards you always made you giddy. 
But now, you wonder if perhaps you were wrong. The Jungkook you know is not the same one who ruled Hell, who had every demon at his beck and call and, as Yoongi mentioned, was the epitome of sin, someone truly wicked. How do you know what Taehyung’s saying isn’t true? 
“I… didn’t know that.” You oddly cough. 
“Well of course you didn’t, I don’t think he’d willingly mention it.” Taehyung opens your eyes to another truth, twisting the imaginary arrow Jungkook’s gut-wrenching situation had already shot through your heart—it hurts like hell. 
You flash him a forced smile, attempting to subdue any feelings of disappointment. This is actually good news, however; perhaps this information will sever your pesky bond with him, make you realize he’s truly the terrible, devilish being everyone makes him out to be, and you can hate him instead. 
Loving him is so much worse. 
Your damper mood springs life into Taehyung’s next topic of discussion, clearly trying to distract you as he nitpicks at Namjoon and Seokjin, while the two princes harp on Taehyung’s angelicness. You’re enjoying their company until the devil himself appears, though it’s not with a smile or laugh. 
Jungkook appears as stoic as ever. 
He never utters a word, simply snatches your wrist and drags you across the banquet floor towards the elevators with haste. He never answers any of your questions, and while you would’ve regularly spat at him for it, this time Jungkook’s energy was so dense, you could’ve choked. 
Something terrible was on his mind. 
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“Okay, will you tell me now what happened?” You prod Jungkook, who declared he needed some time alone on the balcony, and shut you out half an hour ago. You’ve decided to bug him now, a robe hugging your body, your hair and makeup the only remnants of tonight’s event.
Jungkook even shredded off his jacket, only left in his black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up, tie pulled slightly loose—he’s undeniably gorgeous. 
Jungkook doesn’t answer you, yet again, his vision rather focused on observing the bustling city life below. You sigh, leaving the balcony door open as you clutch your robe tighter, meandering out. You join him by the railing, though maintain your distance—you could still feel the heat of his anger permeating from him. 
“Jungkook?” You softly request, leaning your upper arm against the metal rod as you turn to face him—he’s profoundly brooding, his jaw drawn tight, eyes entirely desolate. 
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, his line of sight zeroed in on his view, though you soon realize he’s looking at nothing at all, a bleak void—it’s like he’s deserted his own mind. “Not now, Y/N. Go to sleep.” 
His voice sounds so tired, exhausted, but also dismissive. The tone leaves you defensively stepping back, narrowing your eyes. “How can I go to sleep when I’m worried about you?” 
“Then stop worrying.” He snips. “Do us both a favour and go to sleep.” 
Now you scoff, slowly licking your lips. “Wow, there it is again.” You sardonically dig, tightening your crossed arms. “You turn into a complete asshole whenever I’m not your obedient doll.” 
Jungkook grinds his teeth. “Y/N, let it go. Please let your head find a fucking pillow.” 
His language pisses you off, daring to step closer to him, frustration etched into your every feature. “You’re unbelievable. We’ve already fucking been over this, I’m not just some object you take everywhere with you, Jungkook. I’m your partner, I’m someone you can talk to, okay? What’s bothering you?” 
Jungkook shakes his head, pressing his lips together as his eyes glisten in the moonlight—pain is engraved into his dark irises. “This isn’t something I can say; I can’t. You’re better off not knowing, so sleep. Please, just sleep.” 
His guardedness saddens you, deeply wounded by how little Jungkook seems to trust you. What was so terrible about you that he couldn’t confide in you? Were you that annoying? Have you truly been a nuisance to him this entire time? “Why do you hate me, Jungkook? What did I ever do to you?” 
Jungkook’s eyes finally flash in your direction, puzzled. “What?” 
“What do you have against me? I know I’m annoying, and we fight all the time and can never agree, but I thought I was at least helping you—I thought we were friends.” You can’t help the moisture that clouds your vision, swallowing your tears back —you can’t show him how much he’s been tearing your heart apart. 
Jungkook’s face is riddled with confusion. “Y/N, what? What are you saying? Where is this coming from?” 
His obliviousness only pisses you off more—do you really mean that little to him? That he’s completely clueless of how he’s been treating you? Your emotions reach a boiling point; you’ve been subduing them ever since Yoongi shattered your heart yesterday, and now Jungkook probably genuinely despises you? Your world is spiralling, your voice thick with misery. 
“Even if I mean nothing to you, the least you could do is fucking talk to me.” You grit through tears, sniffling them away as you valiantly defend yourself. “You can’t just drag me out here and use me for your own good. Even if I’m a nuisance to you, the least you can do is treat me like a fucking human being!” 
“Y/N, what the fuck are you on about?” Jungkook gesticulates, holding out his hands in bewilderment. “I literally have no clue what you’re talking about.” 
Enraged, he only worsens your state, sending you into a tornado of emotions. “You’re so–you’re such an ass! I get it, alright? It shouldn’t have been me, you would’ve rather taken this trip with anyone but my annoying ass, right? With any one of your little she-demons that stroke your damn ego the right way? Someone you can easily play around with? Will listen to you? You hate that I’m not one of them, you hate me because I’ll never be like them!” 
“Y/N, what is wrong with you? None of that is true! Where are you getting this from?!” 
“From your fucking behvaiour, you demon!” You roar with wrath. “I’m the biggest inconvenience on the planet to you, aren’t I?!” 
“No! When did I ever say that?!” 
“You don’t have to say it for me to know!” You screech, pouring your heart into your words. “I’m sorry I’m not like the others, Jungkook. I’m so fucking sorry I’m not what you wanted, I’m sorry you got stuck with me—plain old fucking me that you can’t stand, that never listens to you and is everything you despise. I know you wish I was somebody else, somebody you could talk to, somebody you didn’t hate—” 
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, there isn’t anybody else!” Jungkook suddenly erupts, his eyes burning with vehement anger. “I don’t hate you, I’m fucking in love with you!” 
Your chest feels as though you’d been sucker punched, frozen in your spot. Time is slow and yet, never progresses fast enough—you blink at him multiple times. “You… what?” 
“Yes! I’m fucking in love with you!” Jungkook explicitly emphasizes to stick it inside your head. “You want me to talk to you? You want me to tell you exactly what Raphael told me? Fine.” He grits, decreasing the space between you to pierce your very soul. 
“You wanna know why it isn’t anybody else, Y/N? Why I sometimes become cold and can’t even look in your direction? Why my behavior changes so much? Because I can’t fucking handle how much I love you sometimes.” Jungkook’s voice resonates with emotion, gripping you. “Because there’s been something about you I haven’t been able to shake ever since the day I met you. And you wanna know what that something is? What I finally found out? You’re fucking Lilith, Y/N, the reincarnation of the love of my life.” 
A freight train hits you, struggling to form a sentence. “I’m… who?” 
“Lilith; the woman who goddamn stole my heart and has never given it back to me since.” He stresses.
Utterly nonplussed, your jaw remains agape, staring at him in complete shock. “I’m… Lilith? You mean—you mean the fucking premordial she-demon? That Lilith?” 
“Yes,” Jungkook confirms, his voice wavering with vulnerability. “Raphael gave me my memories back, and I remember everything now. You’re my lover and my fucking queen of Hell.” 
“Wait, wait, wait.” You stop all of this—it’s far too heavy to process. “He told you why you were cast out of hell, why?” 
“It was my punishment because I deviated from my duties by being in love with you. I’d searched for Lilith’s reincarnation for years until I found her—and it was you, Y/N, you.” Jungkook presses, nearing your figure to curl his palms around your arms, gazing at you meaningfully. “We were destined to meet, Y/N—you’re the love of my life.” 
His words leave your heart melting, though your mind racing. “You were cast out of hell… because of me?” 
He nods, gently smiling at you. His tattooed hand cradles your cheek, peering at you with the most sincerity in the world. His irises gleam with sweet honey, though you’re the complete opposite. Jungkook suffered all of this because of you? You’re the cause of all the terrible things he’s had to endure? He was punished because of you? 
“Yes, there’s a way I can return, too. But it’s not… it’s not something I can do, it’s something I can’t possibly stand to do.” Jungkook’s desperate voice catches your attention, your eyes glossing over with tears. 
“What is it?” 
“I…” Jungkook swallows, pain spreading across his features as he averts his eyes. “There’s a long story, but I apparently have to corrupt you—the one I love most—to damn your soul to hell and reinstate my position as Lucifer.” 
The information takes time to process in your head—your breaths are becoming more uneven. “You… you have to corrupt me? Damn my soul to hell?” 
“Yes, but you know I could never do that, angel.” Jungkook coos, searching your eyes deeply. “I could never, never let you go to hell, Y/N. You’re too precious to me, too fucking precious.” 
He’s making flowers bloom inside your chest, but your mind is conflicted, channeling your own unbridled feelings for him. “But if it means… you can go back…” 
“No, no.” Jungkook immediately denies, winding his arms around you to engulf you in a tight, warm hug. He buries his hand in your hair, holding you dearly. “This isn’t something debatable, angel. I’m not damning your soul, I’m staying here with you, right fucking here, and I’m not going anywhere.” 
Something tears itself apart inside you; there are far too many emotions clouding you. Jungkook deserves to go home, he deserved it for everything he’s already suffered because of you. He’ll lose his powers, he’ll entirely cease to exist if he stays here with you—it’s then you remember something blood-boiling. 
Your eyes burn with betrayal as you pull away from him, tears shaking within them. “You liar…” 
“What?” His eyebrows furrow.
“You’re a fucking liar,” you accuse him, smacking his hand from your cheek, staring daggers at him. “You fucking knew…you’ve known all along.” 
“What? Knew what?” 
“You’re a liar for telling me you’re not going anywhere, that you’ll stay with me,” your voice quavers, but you uphold your strength, irises beaming with frustration. “You’ve known this whole time that if you lose your powers, you’ll stop existing!” 
Jungkook’s eyes widen with horror, left speechless as he keeps your gaze. Nothing comes out of his mouth, utterly caught off-guard. “I…” 
“You knew, you fucking knew!” You cry out, shoving him away from you. “You knew that if your powers ran out, you’d stop existing, you knew this whole time and didn’t tell me!”  Your voice is far from calm, heart beating erratically as you passionately voice your indignation. “You knew this whole time, this whole time you’ve known the more time you spend with me, the more you fucking lose—and you lied, you lied to me!” 
Jungkook’s lips can’t iterate a sentence, stepping towards you with eyes that detail millions of different things. “Y/N, I thought I was—” 
“No, save it, save it!” You raise your hand to stop him. “You promised me, you made a pinky promise that you’d always be there, knowing that you wouldn’t, that you’d turn into a cloud of fucking smoke and disappear from my life forever!”
He regards you with pained, sad eyes, exacerbating your emotions. “And now that you can survive, that you have a chance to go home, you’re gonna stay here? You’re gonna risk everything you’ve ever known just so that you don’t corrupt my soul?” 
Jungkook remains quiet, licking his lips as his hands find his hips. His vacant gaze is unchanging, agonizing, You feel like a hot mess, spiralling in front of him as every heart-wrenching emotion crashes down on you. “You’re going to leave… you’re gonna fucking leave me.” Your voice breaks, tears collecting in your eyes as they threaten to spill over. “You said you’d never leave me, you said you wouldn’t! You lied to me!” 
Suddenly, anger boils over inside you. You stalk over to the demon and shove at him, hating that sympathetic look on his face, his composed silence, his angering lack of emotions. “Say something! Fucking say something, you ass!” 
But he maintains his state, his expression riddled with inconceivable pain as he watches you. You still attempt to shove him, and even though it barely works, Jungkook lets you convey your anger this way. “I hate you, I hate you!” You repeatedly yell, shoving him again because it’s all you know, it's your only outlet—and Jungkook lets you. 
“I hate you… I fucking hate you.” Sobs break out of you, tears streaming down your face as your hits weaken, your entire body overwhelmed with sorrow. How could he do this to you? How could he give you false hope? How could he make you fall in love with him, when you’re both doomed for something so tragic? “I hate you… I hate you…” 
“I know.” Jungkook says, his voice constrained, as though he were holding back in his own tears. You lock your eyes to find him hurting, too, peering into your broken soul. He searches you, long and deep, only able to utter two words. “I know.” 
“You lied to me… how could you?” You ask through tears, shaking your head, your lips terribly trembling. “I’ve never hated anyone… more than I hate you.” 
“I know.” He says once again, curling his hands around your wrists once you stop hitting him, and your forehead falls against his chest, weeping into him. 
“I hate you… I hate you…” 
“I know, Y/N, I know.” He says into your hair, his voice mellow and rich. It only worsens your emotions, more tears escaping your aching eyes. 
“You’re leaving me… you’re leaving… I hate you.” You repeatedly choke, only for Jungkook to respond each time with the same words. “I know.” 
And when you peer up at him, mascara smudged underneath your eyes, lips quivering with misery, your figure incessantly shaking, Jungkook thinks he’s never seen anyone more beautiful. His heart aches, his chest feels terribly tight and sheer misery intoxicates his lungs, but it’s that sad, sad look in your eyes that kills him—the look of someone who can’t convey what’s in their heart.
He can hear you so loud and clear.
“I hate you.” 
I love you. 
“I hate you.” 
I love you. 
When Jungkook hears your thoughts, hears the true voice of your feelings—only one, single thing comes to his mind. He unravels his hands from yours, tips your chin upwards, and beckons you softly. “Y/N… look at me.” 
You’re dissolving into a river of tears, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, fuck you. I hate you…” 
“Y/N…” Jungkook coos as his lips brush yours, his breath the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted. “Y/N, listen to me. Kiss me.” 
You squeeze your eyes shut, heart spasming inside your chest—the pain you feel is unbearable. “I can’t… don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me… Jungkook.” 
Your sobs shatter Jungkook’s heart, whispering his words softly. “Kiss me, Y/N, kiss me right now.” 
Your breaths become unstable, shaking your head because it would tear apart every fibre of your being to kiss him right now, to hold him, to touch him, and know he’ll disappear, to know that he’ll only become a memory—that you’ll feel the ghost of him for the rest of your life. 
Your uneven breathing patterns somehow synchroniz, emotions on a highline as Jungkook’s lips tease yours. Both his hands rise to cradle your face, touching your foreheads together, begging you. “Y/N, just kiss me.”  
You shakily whimper, causing Jungkook to decrease any and all space between you. When your lips terribly quiver, nearly hyperventilating, Jungkook’s eyes fill with moisture, exhaling one last time before he loses every ounce of his composure. 
His lips collide with yours. 
He invades your entire system, kissing you so powerfully you feel winded, completely unprepared. It hurts, it hurts to feel him, it hurts to be reminded of his scent, to feel the softness of his lips, to feel his warmth. Your feelings for him override your hurt, however, replacing it with bittersweet longing. 
Instinctually, you feed into his kiss, gripping his dress shirt against his chest. Jungkook curls a hand around your waist, pressing your body into his as his other grips your face, kissing you deeply. He consumes you, kisses you with such vehemence you could feel his emotions through his mouth, his sheer desperation for you
You pull away once your heart achingly contracts, sniffling. “It hurts, Jungkook. It hurts…”
“I know, baby.” His gentle voice saturates your ears, his hot breath fanning across your wet lips, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s killing me, too.” 
His lips connect with yours again, vying for every inch of your soul. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and it’s natural the way you allow him access—he feels natural. His lip ring leaves a tingling sensation across your lips, buzzing with unequivocal arousal. 
Now you understand your mysterious familiarity with Jungkook; in his words, you were destined for one another, and now all you craved was for his body to collide with yours—to infect you with his addictive heat. 
Jungkook plunges his tongue inside your mouth, providing small, tasteful licks that send your knees buckling. You invade him, too, moving your wet muscle with him to embed his taste in you forever. Then, he increases his force, clutching you so harshly it’s as though he believed you’d slip away. Jungkook groans into the kiss when your hand slithers into his hair, tugging his dark, luscious locks. 
It drives something in Jungkook, causing his hands to roll down your back and grip your ass—you moan deliriously into him, feeling your pussy spasm. 
“Fuck…” Jungkook curses under his breath, diving in for another head-spinning kiss. His roaming, grabby hands spike arousal throughout your veins, ignited by his proliferating touch. Your thin robe helped his fingers form to the curves of your body, fondling, squeezing, grabbing what he could, and you wanted—no—you needed to devour this man. 
Your hormones fuel you to take charge, turning your entangled bodies to walk Jungkook towards the nearest wall. He groans when you guide him backwards, shoving him against the surface.
The intensity is sweltering once you rule over him, mouths and tongues dancing with each other for passionate, delirious kisses, his hands gliding up and down your sides. His body feels glorious, and you desire every ounce of his invigorating presence, swirling your tongue around his. 
Your fingers dart towards the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with needy, wanton haste. You rip his shirt open and allow your hands to traverse his striking frame, moulding your hands to his impressive muscles. 
The action drives Jungkook to the brink of insanity, slotting his hands around the lapels of your robe and throwing it off your shoulders. He lets the thin fabric hit the floor to expose your naked body, only panties hugging your hips. 
He instantly presses your front against his, lips reconnecting for a carnal kiss. His skin feels scorching hot against yours, pussy fluttering when your nipples caress his strong chest. You let out a pleasurable moan, making out with him shamelessly, your soul lit on fire.
Your sighs drive him to groan into your mouth, his hands travelling downwards to cup the back of your thighs. You leap into his arms, legs cradling his thin waist as he supports you with a hand, the other splayed in between your bare shoulder blades. 
Jungkook wastes no time in stepping towards the balcony doors, your lips hot on each other as you swallow his mouth. Jungkook equally reciprocates, your groans melding together to create a symphony. 
Jungkook finds the edge of his bed, leaning over to lay you across his sheets. He pulls away to hover above you, his eyes blown out as he admires your frame beneath him. He pants just like you, hot and heavy, skin already balmy with sweat. 
He peers at you with fascination, his hand delicately cupping your cheek, running his thumb along the apple. Your chest feels weightless when he gently weaves his hand into your hair, casting it away to watch each strand gracefully slip through his fingers. 
“Fuck…” Jungkook quietly swears, eyes flitting over every gorgeous feature upon your face. “I’m really fucking in love with you.” 
Feeling like the most cherished being on Earth, your heart beams, eyes softening with tears once the emotions of tonight fill you. You reach your hands out, capturing his cheeks in your palms. 
“Jungkook…” You call him, his hand cradling yours on his cheek. 
“I….” You softly begin, met by Jungkook’s shimmering eyes. You can’t complete your statement, you can’t possibly tell him right now that you love him. If you do, it feels like the end, and you crave for this moment to last forever. 
Instead, you lift up to connect your mouths, kissing him deeply. Jungkook slithers his hand to the back of your neck, supporting you as he deepens your kiss. He feels fiery hot, his tongue exploring your mouth as he lays you back down on his bed. 
His lips kiss past your mouth, trailing blazing pecks along your jaw. You sigh once he finds your neck, pressing slow, intimate kisses that leave your body squirming. 
He suddenly deatches to lean back and stands to his full height, removing his shirt as his bewitching eyes remain on you, spelling your doom. His body was certainly forged in Hell, appearingly sinfully hot. He returns to you, sliding his hands over your arms and splaying them above you against his sheets, his mouth latching onto your pulse point. 
He languidly tongues your neck, occasionally suckling with his teeth. His breath tickles your skin so divinely your pussy gushes. He consumes your neck, whining and moaning as he leaves love bites all along your carotid—the mauve blossoms are a symbol of his love. 
Soon, his lips travel elsewhere, roaming your body with fiery kisses along your skin. He teases one of your nipples before his mouth finds your butterfly tattoo. He presses affectionate kisses to the art, even casting his tongue out to lick the ink. You shudder with pleasure, pussy buzzing with unbridled arousal. 
Jungkook suddenly trails a hand down your arm, fingers teasing your susceptible skin as he glides down your chest, your stomach, your abdomen, until he suddenly cups your wet sex through your underwear. You gasp; Jungkook is too excited by the reaction.
“So wet, angel.” He coos with a smug grin, daring to slightly move the pads of his fingers over your cunt; you mewl instantly.
“My god…” he trails, continuing his languid movements as you moan. “You’re breath-taking when you moan.” 
Whimpering, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, throwing your head back. Heat collects between your legs without pause, and he’s barely touched you yet. “Jungkook…” 
“Yeah?” He purrs, his hand travelling up your underwear to tease the band. Your chest rises and falls with pants, meeting his carnal eyes—they’re burning a deep, deep shade of venetian red. 
Maintaining sizzling eye contact, Jungkook slips aside your underwear, suddenly sliding his fingers across your bare, soaked pussy folds. He deeply groans, stealing a peek at your abundant slick. “Fuck, baby… you’re so wet. You’re dripping.” He marvels, watching strings of your essence coat his tattooed fingers. 
He swipes his fingers through you, meeting your clit to draw slow, tight circles—your body vibrates with heavenly pleasure. “Oh–my fucking god, Jungkook.” 
“Mmm.” He hums, deep and rich, gracing your ear drums. He dips down for a quick, sweet kiss, before he decides to raise hell—he unexpectedly plunges one of his thick fingers inside your pussy. You nearly cry out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. You quiver, body shaking with just the intrusion of his finger; your velvety walls grip him for dear life. 
“Fuck me.” He curses, slowly inserting his digit, completely fascinated. “Your pussy is so tiny, so tight.” He comments in awe, reaching in as far as he can. Your plushy walls flutter around him, spasming with desirous need. Jungkook watches as your clit visibly throbs around him, cursing again. “Shit, I think I’m too big for you, baby.” 
You pout, almost whimpering—until Jungkook leans down and mumbles his sinful words into your ear, deep and mellow. “We’ll just have to stretch you out, angel.” 
Inhaling sharply, Jungkook begins slowly, steadily sliding his finger inside you. He grips the space between your shoulders, cushioning you as you arch off his sheets. You can feel his thick digit caressing your insides, developing a sensual pace that massages your walls. 
You moan pleasruably, reaching out to grip his bicep. “So good, Jungkook. So good… ah!” 
“You’re so sexy, so gorgeous.” Jungkook breathes through a haze, as though the only thing on his mind is you. Jungkook dips down to mold his mouth to yours, sloppily kissing you. He devours the sounds of your moans, moving his hand as though he were fucking you, slow and intimate; you’re going haywire. 
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck.” You cry out, the heat he produces inside you unlike any other. You clamp your hand over your mouth again, only for Jungkook’s smile to morph into an unhappy look. He snatches your hand and ensnares it above you, his one hand locking down both your wrists into his sheets; he completely owns your body in that moment.
“You sound like this for me, angel. Only me.” He grits, his rich voice utterly hypnotizing. “They’re the sounds you make for the devil, and I will fucking hear them.”
You gush all over his hand, so immensely turned on your body is burning like an azure flame. Your moan is pathetic, eyes begging him to give you more, to utterly ravage every part of you. Jungkook increases the speed of his finger in that instant, but adds a surprise. 
He pushes a second finger inside you. 
Your body erupts, groaning as he slows down his pace, his fingers lazily thrusting inside you. He’s so slow it feels painful, your walls secreeting your juices by the second, coating him so abundantly he could’ve slipped his cock inside you. 
Jungkook’s mouth hovers above yours, closely observing your reactions; he’s a mess for them. 
“The cutest fucking angel ever.” He dotes, pecking your lips. “You like being fingered, huh? Love my fingers inside you?” 
You whimper, tears brimming your eyes as you barely manage to hang on. Your fucked out expression says it all, and Jungkook’s eyes gloss over with sheer carnality, beginning to twist his fingers inside you. You cry out instantly, straining against his grip but he holds you captive, your body jerking off his sheets. 
“Jungkook, shit!” 
“Fuck me, you’re so responsive.” He proudly smirks before diving in for kisses, shamelessly making out with you. You whimper into his mouth each time he drives into you, his fingertips tickling your frontal walls, caressing that g-spot he so cleverly locates. 
Your limbs become jelly, shaking as your legs threaten to give away. He increases his velocity, finger-fucking you faster, propelling into your cunt so sensually, so languidly you were certain it would be your undoing. But Jungkook had promised something for the night, and he reminds you of that soon. 
He intertwines one of his hands between your fingers, freeing your other one. His eyes bore into yours, melting into sweet, affectionate orbs of honey. “Hold onto me for this, Y/N.” 
Heeding his request, you cling your arm around his neck. Jungkook presses your body into his, your boobs squishing against his hard pecs. He kisses you softly before his fingers pull out of your sex, only to shove a third finger inside your cunt. 
The gasp that escapes you is pornographic, bouncing off the walls as you cry out. You’ve never once had a man finger you with three digits before, hiding your face into Jungkook’s shoulder as you claw at his back, nails digging into his skin. 
“It’s okay. I know, angel, I know.” Jungkook pacifies you, pressing soothing kisses to your face as he slowly pulls out, only to dive back in. He pierces you again with his three fingers, feeling your cunt flutter around him, thrusting softly. 
You let out a broken moan, shaking as he provides you with orgasmic pleasure. He curls his digits masterfully inside you, glides across that one sweet spot that’s tying a knot inside your stomach, ready to snap. 
“Jungkook… oh my god… I–ngh.” You pant into his neck, the heat between your legs scorching hot. As a result, Jungkook maneuvers his fingers a little faster, harder, swirling them around inside you to feel your walls contract. 
“So fucking tight, holy shit.” He curses, his heat permeating your skin. He meets you for another kiss, your tongue dancing across his lip ring as he moans, breaking away afterwards. “I want you to come, Y/N. Come for me, angel.” 
You shiver, enlivened by the words his mellifluous voice coos. Your orgasm is pending inside you, bubbling at the bottom of your abdomen as you chase him for more, fucking back on Jungkook’s fingers. He grunts animalistically, watching your body move. 
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Y/N, fuuuck.” He draws out, fucking his fingers into you faster. You join his speed, letting him ram himself inside you because you desire nothing different. And just when you believe this is the height of your pleasure, the peak of your unravelling, Jungkook presses his thumb down on your clit. 
Every inch of your body jerks alive. 
“Oh my fuck, Jungkook!” You grip his bicep like it’s your lifeline, the pleasure shooting sparks of arousal throughout your sex. He massages the pad of his thumb into you, toying with your wet pearl like a joystick. He controls you just like that, rubbing you so intoxicatingly your eyes are rolling back, fluttering shut; you’ve never felt something this otherworldly. 
“Come for me, angel.” Jungkook coos, kissing you between his pants, his breaths tickling your wet mouth. “Let me see you come.” 
And with his single command, your moans reach a crescendo. Something violently snaps inside the bottom of your stomach, utterly exploding. The intensity of your orgasm leaves you breathless, speechless, chest inflating and deflating as you recollect oxygen—you nearly black out with how powerful your release was. Jungkook showers you in kisses, slowly thrusting his fingers to ease your spasming walls. He soon comes to a halt, allowing you to regain yourself. 
He smiles proudly once he glances at his hand, pulling it out. “You soaked my hand, fuck.” He curses. “That’s fucking sexy.” 
He kisses you before bringing his tattooed hand before his mouth. His red, devilish eyes hold yours as he slips a finger inside his mouth, sucking on his digit. You watch in awe as he repeats the same with the other two, feeling your pussy flutter once again as he licks your cum off him.
His tattooed fingers pop out of his mouth, and you’re completely taken by lust. You didn’t care if you’d just experienced an orgasm; you wanted more of him, so much more. You throw your arms around him and crash your lips on him, never able to tire of his addicting mouth, the ecstasy his kisses fill you with. 
Your hands mold to his slabs of muscles, traversing his strong shoulders, his broad chest, his deliciously taut stomach before you latch onto his belt. You’re impatient, fingers toying with the metal clasp as you crave his flesh, crave it inside you in any way; your mouth, your pussy, anything to pleasure you both infinitely. 
Jungkook chuckles into your kiss, his hands either side of your figure. “Always been so impatient, huh?” 
You laugh, too, smiling through your liplocks. “What can I say? You’re hotter than hell.” 
Your mouths connect again, licking at each other’s tongues to savour each other’s flavour. It’s slow and nasty, lips swollen with how hard your mouths collide. 
Far too restless, your hands plant against his chest to shove him back, scooching closer to the edge of the bed as Jungkook falters to his full height. You eye him above with the look of a mischievous kitten, your smaller hands undoing his belt with eagerness. 
Jungkook fondly chuckles, burying his tattooed hand into your hair. He affectionately brushes through it, watching you with curved lips. “You’re cute when you think you can take on anything, angel.” He says, relishing in your keenness. “But you don’t get it, baby; I’m too big.” 
Scoffing, you roll your eyes at his wanring, tearing open his pesky belt. You brush your palm over his bulge, watching Jungkook’s body tense, his eyes squeeze shut. “And I think…” You trail, teasingly running your hand over him, slowly unclasping his dress pants. Your fingers hook on his waistband, suddenly tugging him towards you with force—Jungkook’s eyes widen at the feline-like look in your eyes. 
“Someone needs to kill your ego, and it’s gonna be me.” 
Shoving his dress pants down, Jungkook panics, cupping your jaw. “Y/N, I’m serious, you can’t put me in your mouth.” 
You narrow your eyes, ignoring him. 
Jungkook kisses his teeth, bending down to seriously peer into your irises, his thumb and index finger pinching your cheeks so your lips form a pout. “Angel, I’m not kidding. If you put me in your mouth, I’ll go insane and destroy your throat, and I’m not keen on hurting the love of my life when I’ve finally found her.” 
Your heart melts inside your chest, bottom lip protruding at his sweet words; but your determination is stronger. Challenging him, you sink his pants lower, revealing his erection inside his boxers—you send him the most courageous look in the world. “In case you forgot, Jungkook, according to you I was once your queen; I can do anything.” You back-talk matter-of-factly. “So shut the fuck up and let me treat you like my king.” 
Jungkook can’t formulate a comeback, left in awe. He finally scoffs proudly. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely my girl.” 
Hiding a sheepish grin, Jungkook helps you remove his dress pants, leaving him in just his boxers. His cock is extremely hard, practically screaming to be set free. You lean forward and kiss Jungkook’s stomach, laying soft pecks that cause him to cup your head with sighs. His fingers weave through your locks, stroking you like his good girl; you feel incredibly loved. 
He sighs once you reach his navel, kissing downwards as your hand wraps around his hard dick; you nearly choke, he feels insanely thick. 
Jungkook subdues a groan, attempting to mask his reactions, but you’re far too keen. You cup your hand around him a little harder and stroke his member, drawing out a deep sigh from him. You can feel his pre-cum through his black boxers, toying with him when you let a finger run over his tip. 
Jungkook groans through a scoff, his hand tightening in your hair. “You’re a fucking brat, aren’t you?” 
You hum in acknowledgement, a shit-eating grin upon your face. “I think you’ve known that all along, demon.” You condescend, hands hooking onto his boxers, eyes glimmering with trouble. “But I think you’ve always liked putting me in my place.” 
In that same second, you remove Jungkook’s boxers, sweeping them down to reveal the beast you’ve been waiting for ever since you laid eyes on him.
You physically choke on air. 
Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh at your nonplussed expression, his hand affectionately caressing your hair. “See? Told ya.” 
You see, Jungkook had the tendency to inflate his ego, so you surmised he was merely playing himself up with the warnings of his well-endowment. Little did you Jungkook had a gigantic ego for a reason; he could back it up with his massive dick. 
He’s long and girthy; you could tell he’d hurt within just the first inch of his enormous head. His thickness in particular is what left you speechless, gawking at how his veins sprawl along his throbbing meat, his bulbuous tip leaking delicious pearls of pre-cum. 
You swallow considering what he’d feel like in your mouth. 
Shooting him a haughty look, your hands wrap around his bare shaft. You suppress another gasp; he’s intensely hot. His hardness was already tempting you, drooling like a hungry animal as you gently pump him.
Without warning, your lips wrap around Jungkook’s decadent tip, your tongue swiping through his perfect slit.
“Fuck.” Jungkook shakily groans, rich and deep, gripping your hair. You slightly sink down on his length, granting him an inch with your tongue that explores his taste. You feel spikes of arousal surge towards your pussy, set alight but his low, masculine sounds. 
“Y/N… you feel so—fuck.” Jungkook can’t speak, his thighs muscles flexing as you moan around him. 
You manage another two inches of him before your mouth already feels full, tightening your lips around him to begin a bobbing motion. You’re slow at first, pulling back as your tongue swipes the underside of his cock, before sinking down further, groaning when his taste hits your tongue. 
The vibration causes Jungkook to grunt so ferally, his hips propel forward without warning. Your eyes water when he suddenly slams the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. Jungkook lets out a string of curses as he withdraws, cradling your cheek. 
“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby.” He apologizes, watching his Adam’s apple bob with a swallow. “You’re just… I’ve thought about this too many times.” 
His confession causes your cheeks to warm, fuelled to provide him the best suck of his life. Feeling confident, your tongue plays with him, kitten-licking his tip and around it, applying pressure to his leaking slit. Jungkook hisses, both of his hands now sliding into your hair, crafting a makeshift ponytail. 
You send him a carnivorous look from below, before slipping him into your mouth and this time, taking him as far as you can. You feel him touch the back of your throat with an inch or two still left to spare, daring to swallow around him. Jungkook keens, firmly gripping your strands as he pleasurably groans. 
“Holy fuck.” He cusses, his breaths desperately uneven. “Your tiny fucking mouth around my cock… I’ll lose it.” 
You peer up to find his head leaned back, the column of his throat an incredibly sexy sight, his stomach muscles contracting as he no doubt holds himself together. Your hands glide over his thighs, caressing him as you pop his dick out of your mouth. 
“Jungkook, look at me.” You coo from below, tone sweetened by innocence. 
Jungkook exhales loudly, swallowing harshly once again—he appears as though it’s taking himself and an army to contain his arousal. “Y/N, I’ll die if I do.” 
“Then I’ll see you in hell, my king.” 
He laughs at your snark, lowering his head to gaze at you below, and something carnal overwhelms you both. His eye contact invades your system with intoxicating lust, suffusing you with animalistic desire. You stop the games, needing to pleasure Jungkook until he’s spent, until he’s a sweaty, needy mess above you, until he ceaselessly moans your name and releases his milky cum on your tongue.
Driven by the salacious thought, you sink your mouth onto his cock, vacuuming your cheeks. You draw him in and out of you, plunging his thick flesh inside your throat as tears brim your eyes. Jungkook’s moans are indefinite, gripping your hair harder as your bobbing motions cause him to buckle, groaning out in satisfaction. 
Crafting an erotic pace, you moan as his decandent taste invades your tongue, adoring the heft of him in your mouth. You simultaneously pump his sizeable dick as your lips suck graciously around  him, the wet, splurping noises echoing in your suite. 
The man above you is far from sane, his breaths rugged, the deep sounds from the back of his throat manifesting in desirous grunts. Soon, shoving more of him past your lips isn’t enough for Jungkook, and insanity’s dawning on him. 
Jungkook begins thrusting into your mouth, gently inserting his cock until he’s stroking the back of your throat. His pupils blow out as he observes you below, choking on his flesh, adores the sight of himself repeatedly disappearing inside your mouth until he’s crazy for you. 
His groans are unstoppable, overwhelmed by the feeling of your plush, playful tongue until his mind tells him to ram inside your mouth, watch you swallow his hot seed. 
He grits his teeth, grunting as he rhythmically rocks himself inside your mouth, relishing in your tight cheeks, your wet muscle swiveling around him like he’s a popsicle. 
You gag around him, noticing how Jungkook loses precision with each thrust, each stroke, and his moans are growing louder, his power harder. He increases his speed as he becomes addicted to fucking your throat, holding your head in place as he plunges inside for his pleasure, and you take him with all your might. He uses the grip on your hair to maintain his momentum, hissing as he sheats himself inside your cheeks, brokenly groaning whenever you gag on him. 
Tears stream down your face, your jaw aches, and your throat is becoming battered, but Jungkook’s cock feels like it belongs inside you, and you want nothing more than to grant him his own heaven. 
Just when you swallow around him, begin moving your head in synch with his strokes, Jungkook stops all movement, panting wildly. He shakes his head, loosening his grip in your head. “No, no no no.” 
He pulls out of your mouth and you cough, finally scrounging for the air you need. You send him a confused look, opening your mouth to question him. 
“Jung–” But you have no time, because Jungkook crashes his lips against yours so hard you fall back against the bed. His hands slip into yours and hold them hostage above you, kissing you fervently, deeply. He feels feverishly hot, as though something entirely new has invaded his system. The passion of his movements feels powerful, his tongue in complete disarray inside your mouth. 
His hands trail down towards your legs, cupping your thighs. He tugs you flush his body, making your legs cradle his thin waist as he effortlessly positions you. You cry out a moan when Jungkook’s hard flesh caresses your pussy folds, but he eats up the sound, indulging in your mouth completely. 
He breaks away to wrap his hand around his cock, fucking his own fist. His tip touches your folds every so often, mewling for him to sink himself inside you. Jungkook stops working his cock, supporting himself above you on his elbows. He laces his fingers with yours, breathing hard, dipping down for a short, sweet kiss. His eyes become round with affection; those brown orbs have utterly stolen your heart. 
“Hey, listen.” He speaks quietly, flitting across every feature upon your face. “Do you want to do this? Are you 100% sure about this?” 
Something profound flutters inside your chest, nearly tearing up when he asks. Jungkook notices, and a soft smile graces his lips, running his thumb along the apple of your cheek, speaking breathily. “I just want to make sure; if you’re not ready, we can stop, angel.” 
His concern breaks you; how could he stop everything when he didn’t even come? Or receive half the pleasure he gave you? You shake your head, brushing your hand through his dark, luscious hair. “I’m so ready, Jungkook, please.” You beg him, gripping the back of his neck, eyes glossing over with need. “I want you right now, all of you.” 
He hides a smile as he bites his lip, touching your nose with his. “I want you more than anything.” 
Joy overflows within you, Jungkook lowering himself to press his lips to yours. This time, he’s slow, intimate, and sensually moves his mouth. His tip nudges your sex when he nears you, moaning into his mouth. 
He squeezes your hand as he aligns himself with your entrance. He flashes another look at you, as though asking once again if you’re truly prepared for this. You send him an affirmed, squeezing his hand in your grasp. 
Your eyes connect for a brief moment of forever, lost in each other’s irises, before your entire world is tipped off its axle—Jungkook pushes against your fluttering hole. Every fibre of your being vibrates inside you, feeling his bulbous tip sink past your tight walls, gasping when you feel his gigantic size. 
“Oh my fucking god—“ you resist him, hand pushing against his muscular chest; he feels so unfamiliarly large.
Jungkook wraps his hand around the one you tuck against his heart, holding you. “I know, Y/N.” He lovingly coos, soothing you.  “Just breathe, breathe angel.” 
“Go slow,” you croak, squeezing his hand for dear life. “Be gentle.” 
“I will, I will for you.” He pecks your lips, wrapping his palm around his shaft again to insert himself a little deeper, only by an inch. You whimper—his size feels mammoth, and he’s barely 3 inches in. 
Jungkook deeply groans out, hissing when he feels the tight fit of your pussy. He contains every ounce of his animalistic hunger, breathing shakily to maintain his focus. You force yourself to adjust to him, pants hard and heavy as you focus on that sole goal. Jungkook feels your stiff body, cradling your cheek. “Relax your body, baby. Relax for me.” 
You inhale and exhale a deep breath, allowing the stress to melt away from your muscles. Once you loosen up, Jungkook pushes himself in another inch, watching your reaction. 
When you don’t seem to be in acute pain, he plunges deeper until you moan out, digging your nails into the back of his hand. The pain ripples throughout your sex  nearly crying out until your walls squeeze around him, clearly desiring more, and you feel a sensation you’ve never once felt before. 
You feel so gloriously full. 
“Holy fuck… Jungkook.” 
“Too much?” 
“No, it’s good.” You breathe, nodding your spinning head. “It’s so good.” 
“If I hurt you…” He trails, swallowing harshly as he holds back from drilling into your cunt. “Fuck… you’re so tight I’m–I’ll go insane.” Jungkook can’t even compose a sentence, jaw slack as he moans. 
Your body shudders, feeling him glide inside your pulsing cunt until he reaches the end of you, and your gasp echoes off the walls. Jungkook’s masculine groan is almost a growl. 
When he’s completely inside you, Jungkook buries his face into your neck, almost as though he’s recollecting himself. His hot breaths fan across your neck as he hovers above you, cock throbbing within your velvet walls. 
“Y/N… fuck…” He pants, barely able to manage himself. “I can barely… I can barely hold myself back. If I’m ever hurting you, tell me.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder before lifting up, revealing his fucked out expression, his sweaty skin and blown out eyes. “After all this time, I might fuck the absolute shit out of you.” 
Arousal swirls inside your stomach as you gulp, ready to take on his challenge. Your sex has gradually adjusted to his size, beating around him for more. You send him a weary smile before propping up for a quick kiss, cutely pecking his lips. 
“Lay it on me, demon.” 
Jungkook’s lips curve with a benign smile, connecting your mouths for a sweet liplock. His hand abandons your cheek to slide into your palm, lacing your fingers together. He squeezes your hands above you, his eyes mesmerizing as they peer poingnantly into yours—this position feels incredibly intimate. 
When Jungkook draws out of your sex, the friction inside you unexplicably good. The glide of his cock grants you eons of pleasure, inhaling when you feel empty, only to shakily sigh when he gently thrusts into your cunt. 
He stretches you out divinely, whimpering when his tip nearly kisses your cervix. You squeeze his hands, and Jungkook steals a kiss from you, whispering a ‘ready?’ as he prepares himself for the next thrust. 
When he slowly pushes his cock inside you again, Jungkook lets out a broken groan, your body buzzing with white hot electricity. He draws out once again to softly sheath himself inside—all that echoes in the room are your faint gasps and sighs. 
Once Jungkook tests the waters of your tolerance, he develops a caring, affectionate pace, thrusting inside you so gently, so slowly, you could’ve shed tears. It was evident how much he was containing himself, remaining considerate of your body, and it only makes you plunge further into his loving abyss. 
Your back arches off his sheets into his chest, skin-to-skin, nearly nose to nose, maintaining sizzling eye contact as your breaths fan across each other’s swollen lips. When Jungkook decides to move deeper, you wince, mewling in pain—fire instantly burns between your legs.
Jungkook frowns, dipping down for a soft kiss. “Angel…” He coos, slowly gliding himself out of you. “I don’t like when you’re in pain. How about I kiss you every time it hurts, huh?” 
His kind voice melts your heart into a puddle of goo, squeezing his hands like he was your lifeline. You nod with a shy smile, and he happily lowers himself to seal your mouths. Just when your lips meet, Jungkook drives himself further inside you, feeling your walls spasm around his cock. He groans hotly into your mouth, and soothes your pain, devouring your cry. 
He softly thrusts inside you again, following it with a kiss. Another gentle thrust of his rewards you with another sweet peck. Jungkooks continues like that with his considerate, mellow thrusts, watching the way your body slightly moves up his sheets, adores the way your eyes flutter shut, ensnared by the feeling of your tight, plushy cunt smothering his dick.
“Fuck…” he strangles out, dipping his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “Your pussy, baby… it’s 1000x better than what I thought it would feel like.” 
His words surprise you, sighing out when he slightly angles upwards, storking your g-spot. “What did you think I’d feel like?” 
“Tight, for sure.” He subdues a moan when your legs wrap around his waist tighter, his hips just kissing your pelvis with each slow, languid fuck. “But you’re so warm, so soft inside… and fuck, are you gonna squeeze the cum out of me.” 
A chuckle escapes you, instantly followed by a soft gasp—your cunt inadvertently clenches whenever you laugh. “Oh my god, Jungkook, don’t say anything funny.” 
He giggles. “Why not?” 
“Because it makes me squeeze you–ah!” A sheepish giggle spills out of you again, causing you to feel his thick veins, his throbbing flesh, his hardness that’s spelling your doom. 
The image of your adorable smile makes Jungkook’s face beam, languidly pulling out of your sex to insert himself once again. Your body feels looser, more relaxed as he slightly increases his speed, fucking into you more rhythmically. 
He steals a kiss from you when he plunges deep, and does it again, kissing you, and again, and again until you’re left a giggling mess, poutily whining at him. 
“God, you’re such a cutie.” 
He collides his lip with yours and Jungkook drives himself entirely into you, gasping into his mouth. Jungkook squeezes your hands and rolls his hips precisely, thrusting into your sex considerately enough he feels glorious inside you. Hot and throbbing, thick and massive, Jungkook’s dick serves you immense pleasure, so much so that you gasp as you throw your head back, reaching cloud nine. 
It’s as though your body becomes weightless when Jungkook lips find your neck, licking across your skin down to your chest. You mewl when he flicks his tongue across a nipple, lighting you on fire. Your pussy clenches around him, holding his flesh hostage as he groans out against your skin. 
He worships your body, kissing, licking, sucking where he desires—all while his hips craft heaven between your bodies. He props off to watch himself fuck you, mesmerized by his massive flesh being swallowed by your fluttering cunt. 
He’s gorgeous above you, his eyes glossing over with carnal lust as he accelerates his thrusts, entirely taken by the sight of your bodies connecting. You earn the chance to view his sweaty skin, the lip ring he tongues, the tattoos that sprawl up his shoulder. His impressive stomach muscles that contract with each thrust inside you, his gorgeous neck you crave to emblazon your love all over. 
Suddenly, something lustful overwhelms you, locking your legs around Jungkook’s torso. You moan as your body rubs against his, though Jungkook’s a different story—he lets out a groan so broken, you couldn’t even tell at first it was laced with a curse. 
“Fuck… fuck!” Jungkook breathes out, his hips suddenly ploughing into yours—you erotically sigh out at the enormous feeling. “This position is lethal, baby… I’ll destroy you.” 
You sigh out with satisfaction as halts Jungkook inside you, drowning his cock in your ocean of a pussy—nothing has ever felt more enrapturing. 
You tighten your grip around his torso, lips brushing his when you whisper. “Then destroy me, Jungkook.” 
The groan from the back of Jungkook’s throat is life-changing, causing him to automatically increase his velocity. Your pain melts into utter pleasure as he begins sheathing himself inside you, hard. Inside. This position allows him access to your g-spot, and for your battered clit to rub against his taut abdomen—it’s sincerely heaven.
Now you feel heat collecting at the bottom of your stomach, sighing out pronographically as your orgasm pends inside you. Rutting your body against his strong, sweaty one feels sensational, completely taken by him releasing your hands to wrap around your figure, pressing you into his frame. 
You swing your arms around his neck, impossibly close together as Jungkook continues propelling himself into you, your mouths effortlessly finding each other for heated, carnal kisses. 
You moan into each other’s mouths, delirious as your two bodies rut and rub together. He fills you to the very brim, stretching out your hole but it feels just right, feels as though the devil previously being an angel is completely right. 
He’s crafting heaven inside you. 
“Jungkook, fuck, you feel so good.” You manage to whimper, weaving your fingers through his thick, raven-black hair. 
“You feel fucking amazing.” He grunts back, driving his hips into yours, each of his monster thrusts spelling the end of you. Your walls incessantly contract around him, fitting around his perfect cock like a glove, every inch of him so vivid. “My angel… my baby angel.” 
You gush, crashing your lips together for needy kisses. Everything feels so hot, intense, his cock sliding in and out of you is an otherworldly experience; you’ve never felt this amazing simply being penetrated. 
Your boobs squish against his chest, Jungkook’s grunts sinfully arousing as he thrusts into you, and thrusts, and thrusts and thrusts with all his might. He shoves himself so deep inside you that your walls trap him, your breaths clip, and your abdomen is bubbling with something uncontainable.
“Jungkook, I’m gonna–ngh!” 
“Yeah, you’re gonna come, angel?” Jungkook breathes, increasing his velocity, angling himself so that his abdomen rubs against your clit, his strokes hard and fast. “Come again, baby. Love seeing you come.”  
When your moand become high-pitched, and Jungkook squishes your clit against his hard muscles, something entirely unravels inside you. You release so hard your vision nearly blacks out, winded by the time you can even recollect yourself. Jungkook comes to an abrupt stop inside you, practically heaving as he lets your body convulse around him, ensnared by the mind-blowing sensation. He watches you in the throes of your pleasure, supporting himself on his forearms. He lowers himself to kiss you, lovingly and with affection; he supplies you with repeated pecks until he needs air. 
His head dips as he controls his arousal, his eyes fluttering shut,. He reopens them, delicately brushing your hair from your face, his eyes sweet with honey—he glows mesmerizingly in the moonlight. 
You gaze at him with stars in your eyes, and Jungkook’s lips crack a faint smile. He lays a soft kiss to your lips, lost in the hue of your irises. “Did that feel good?”
Nibbling your bottom lip, you nod, attempting to hide your timid smile. “Did you?” 
Jungkook notices your sheepish grin anyway, endeared by you. “I felt incredible. I can’t believe I found you; my one and only love.” 
Something stirs inside your heart, embracing him for a long, deep kiss. One of your legs hugs his torso, Jungkook cradling you in his arms as he deepens your kiss, ruffling his sheets. When you instinctively lift your hips, you contact his large, erect member. You lightly moan, breaking apart your kiss. 
“Jungkook, you didn’t come.” You sadly note, hand pressed to his chest. “I want you to come.” 
“It’s okay, angel.” Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his pointer finger, booping it with an adorable smile. “You seem tired.” 
“No.” You instantly deny him, tenacity stirring inside you. Again, something beckons you to challenge him, tired of him never serving himself, and only you. You didn’t care what others thought of Jungkook—he’s the most selfless person you know; or maybe he’s only selfless with you. 
That made you feel precious, special. 
Gently, you elevate yourself to kiss him, lips smacking against each other. He feeds into your kiss, lightly moaning with satisfaction when you rise from off his sheets into a seated position. Your hands cup his neck as he encases your waist, lips nasty on one another’s. 
When you pull away, your eyes gleam with undeterred lust, thought not simply the carnal, hungry kind, rather raw and pure. You glide your hands down Jungkook’s arms, surpassing his biceps to entwine your fingers. You lightly tug him towards you, beckoning him until he’s seated on the mattress. 
Your irises swirl with playfulness, releasing his hands to crawl over his body. Jungkook, with widened eyes, leans back in response, far enough until his head lays against a pillow, your body now on top of his. You run a hand through your hair to cast it away, your eyes plotting something naughty, feline-like. A kittenish grin breaks out across your lips—the feminine power that surges through you on top of him is addicting. 
Jungkok’s fascinated by your body, his hands cradling your sides to run up and down, roaming the inches of your skin, indulging in you and your softness. His fingers suddenly close around your breasts, slowly kneading them, fondling them to his desire. You hiss, your hand digging into his shoulder; he feels too fucking good. 
“What are you doing, angel?” Jungkook whispers, leaning up to kiss you, slow and sloppy. 
You smile into it, biting Jungkook’s bottom lip and tugging it; you watch it bounce back with pleasure, your breaths fanning across his swollen petals. 
“I’m riding you straight to hell, satan.” 
Jungkook’s expression gapes immediately, but you don’t allow him time as you lower your cunt over Jungkook’s hard, straining cock. He lets out a long, deep groan, feeling you rub your damp pussy folds across his shaft. You feel him instinctively twitch upwards, thrusting into your sex—you shake your head. 
“No way, demon. I control things now.” You press your pointer finger to his lips, silencing him. The smug grin that graces Jungkook is to die for; you can see the pride he feels swirling in his eyes. 
“Control me then, my queen.” 
You bite your smile away, leaning down to capture his mouth for a heated kiss. You experimentally glide yourself over his cock again, sighing pleasurably when your arousal reignites. Jungkook grips your midriff as he subdues himself; the state of his hard cock tells you he’s ready to explode. 
Granting him mercy, you reach in between your legs and curl your palm around his flesh, pumping him a few times. Jungkook hisses as he watches, his eyes beaming a deep red. You align him with your sex, and without warning, spear yourself on his meat, sinking his tip inside you. 
The harmonized groans you both let out are pornographic, surely disturbing your neighbours. Your walls swallow Jungkook’s massive cock eagerly, yearning to feel the same addicting friction inside you again, grip him so hard his cum floods you enough to fill your stomach. 
Jungkook shudders underneath you when his tip caresses the end of you, and you wince with pain, though your cunt flutters ever so slightly more open, challenging yourself. Once you’re entirely pierced over his dick, you falter forward with a gasp; he feels incredibly large this way. Jungkook immediately holds your wrists, cooing at you despite his laboured breaths. 
“Don’t hurt yourself, Y/N.” His voice sounds so mellow and husky, saturating your ear drums. “Take your time.” 
He pacifyingly rubs your arm, his chest filling with air and falling just as fast; he’s clearly not going to last long, anyway, so you throw away all caution and let passion drive you. The sensation of him is exhilarating, and you’ll chase the feeling of him for the rest of your life. 
Rewarding him a kiss for his concern, you lean your body over him, hands pressing into the pillow underneath his head as you draw him out of your sex, only to smash him back in. A broken sigh escapes you against Jungkook’s lips, but he’s further gone underneath you. 
“Fuck, fuck.” Jungkook curses, sliding his hands over your hips. “You’re so sexy, holy fucking hell.” 
Driven by the feeling of him filling you up, you repeat the action, slowly drawing him out before fucking yourself back on him. The feeling of him dragging in and out of your sex replicates ecstacy, high off the friction he crafts inside you, and you completely unhinge. 
You being piercing yourself on Jungkook’s cock, adoring the way he fills up your sex. Jungkook grips your hips hard enough he could be bruising you, but you don’t care; he feels so glorious, you need a reminder of this night. 
Your breasts jostle back and forth as Jungkook holds your hips and watches you fuck yourself on him, your moans resounding in the room. Slapping skin is laced within the erotic noises, the squelches of your wetness as you leak all over him, lubricating his massive cock for yourself. Your walls grip him like a vice, squeezing him so hard you know it’ll spell his doom. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook lets out a string of curses, biting his lower lip. “Oh shit, you’re gonna kill me… you’re gonna fucking kill me, baby. You feel amazing.” 
You capture his mouth in that instant, swallowing his moans and groans as you tirelessly work yourself over him, feel his cock enter and leave you, hit your stomach and fit inside you flawlessly. You shudder when you pierce himself on him so deep, he’s certainly nudging your cervix. 
You disconnect your mouths to hide your face in Jungkook’s shoulders, the intimacy drifting your mind elsewhere, the pain overwhelming you with so much more; pain that isn’t just what you feel there. 
Suddenly, all your emotions wash over you, reminded that this may never happen with Jungkook again. He’s leaving you; one way or another, and that there is no fate where you two can stay like this, where he can be yours, where your love prevails all and conquers all injustice. 
That sad reality slaps you in the face, tears manifesting in your eyes. Your body glides up and down his member on instinct, but your mind and heart are attacked by misery, choking up. 
Once you lose all control and you audibly sob, Jungkook’s eyes become soft with worry, his hand cradling your head of hair. “Oh my god, angel, am I hurting you? Does it hurt?” 
“No…” you sniffle, avoiding his eyes because yours are a mess, cries clogging your throat. “Jungkook… I…” You can’t hide it within yourself anymore, you can’t deny a truth that’s entirely provable; you need to say this before this all crashes down on you, before you lose the chance. “I love you… I love you.” 
Something pains Jungkook’s eyes terribly, clutching your face in his palms as he sweeps over your every feature. “Yeah, baby? You love me?” 
“I do… I do.” You choke, body slowly spearing himself inside you, driven by the emotion congesting your chest. “But you’re leaving… you’re leaving me. Why do you have to leave?” 
His eyes gloss over with moisture, attempting to swallow it away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He apologizes, tucking some strands behind your ear. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, I couldn’t bear the thought of your face when I told you I’d disappear.” 
Your forehead naturally falls against Jungkook’s, bodies pressed together and connected in every sense of the words. “Now look at you, baby, this is why. You’re tearing my heart apart.” 
“You’re tearing mine apart.” You cry, tears pooling your lash line. “How could people do this to us? I don’t get it…” 
“I know, angel. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Jungkook cradles your body over his, pressing sweet pecks to your lips. “It shouldn’t have been like this for us.”
“Please don’t leave.” You beg him, tears streaming down your face, pain infecting every vein within your body; it hurts to even breathe. “Don’t go, Jungkook, don’t go.” 
Your feeble voice shatters Jungkook’s heart, but it’s the moisture escaping your eyes that punctures his soul. Your tears ceaselessly fall upon Jungkook’s cheeks, and he can’t stand it anymore, hugging your shaking figure into him, stroking your hair. “I love you, Y/N. Always remember that.” 
Something cracks inside you, so agonzing you’re unable to compose yourself, drowning in sorrow. “Don’t… don’t do this to me, Jungkook.”
“No matter what happens to me, remember that.” He coos, his own voice shaking. “Remember that from the moment I met you, I felt something undeniable. Every day I’ve spent with you, I never hated you, angel. I loved you. I loved you this whole time, and I always fucking will.” 
Your body terribly shakes, head aching with how much pain invades you. Jungkook squeezes you tighter when you brokenly sob, soothing your back. “Y/N, look at me, yeah?” 
Obliging, you lift up, messy eyes finding his vulnerable, though beautiful ones. His irises suddenly burn a certain red, his palm cupping your cheek. You realize he’s using his powers on you, and the denial is imminent, refusing him. “No, don’t use your powers on me, don’t use them, you’ll lose more time!” 
“Shh, shh.” He hushes you, running his thumb across your cheek, and suddenly, his warmth spreads across your skin. Your body instantly relaxes, the physical aching subsidies, and you feel much more calm, collected. Jungkook’s lips curve into a smile upon seeing you relax, his hands cupping your hips again. “Let’s think about us right now, baby. Think about you and me, just you and me.” 
His soothing voice provides you with peace, heeding his words. You focus on him in this moment, him in his sinful yet mesmerizing beauty, him with his moonlit skin, his sparkling, doe eyes, him and his unjust tragedy that he’s enduring for you, enduring because he loves you. 
Emotions overcome your movements, rocking your hips over him with speed, driven by the purity of what you feel in your heart. His cock is throbbing inside you, hot and hard, his hands guiding your hips over his flesh. You meet his glossy eyes, and everything connects within that single moment. 
Jungkook is the love of your life; you can feel whatever primordial destiny as always bound your two tainted souls together. Something unlocks inside you, adopting a newfound love—familiarity with him. It feels infinite, it feels universal, it feels completely, and utterly right. 
You bounce faster in respons, seeing him silently beg for his release, and you provide him exactly that, rutting over him harder, squeezing him so tightly inside he’ll never forget this enrapturing moment. 
“Yeah, just like that, Y/N.” Jungkook strangles out, his own hips propelling into yours from underneath, perfectly synchronizing your bodies. Skin smacks against skin, your hips melding together with each thrust, each fuck until Jungkook’s stomach is tightening, his hands grip you captive, and his breaths clip. 
“Shit, baby, fuck fuck fuck.” He curses, losing his mind. “Where should I come? Fuck!” 
“Inside me, Jungkook, inside.” You breathlessly reply. 
“Are you—” 
“Birth control, fucking come inside me!” 
Without further instruction, Jungkook spears himself so far within your cunt, you cry out with feral pleasure. Jungkook releases his hot seed inside you with a loud, deep grunt, spilling so abundantly you can feel the delicious heft of his load. The sensation leaves your clit pulsing, on the verge of another orgasm but you’re far too tired, completely spent.  
Though surprisingly, Jungkook’s fingers press into your buzzing pearl, confused eyes finding his fucked out ones. 
He pants underneath you, balmy skin glistening in the moonlight, his hair sexily tousled, but he works your clit masterfully. “Jungkook–” 
“Last one for tonight, angel.” He breathes, rubbing his fingers faster. “One more orgasm.” 
You can’t even argue when he handles you so well, circulating and vibrating his fingers so good your unexpected orgasm explodes inside you. Jungkook groans feeling you come around him, cock smothered by your fluttering walls, your bodies swathed by the exhaustion of tonight’s affairs. 
You collapse forward, legs and groins aching so badly they’re shaking. Jungkook embraces you warmly, hugging your panting body to his own. You can feel how fast his heart beats, thinking he can probably feel yours, too. 
Jungkook turns you both over so that you lay on your sides, your face buried in his chest, arms weaving around his torso and you both breathlessly collect oxygen. He holds you dearly, fingers lost in your strands, lips pressed to the crown of your head. 
“I don’t want to pull out… not yet.” He tells you, quiet and mellow. 
“Don’t.” You breathily whisper. “Let’s stay like this.” 
And you do; you both lay together for what feels like hours, Jungkook’s fingers softly massaging your scalp, playing with your hair, while you cherish his comforting, loving warmth, wrapped up in his arms. His flesh only slightly softened inside you, feeling some of his cum drip out of you, but you don’t mind; it’s a reminder you’re both still connected. 
“I love you.” You say, drawing a useless pattern on his chest, sleep threatening to close your eyes. 
Jungkook squeezes you, swallowing back the emotion that overcomes him. You get it, you understand it better than anyone. Your emotions are on a highline, too, constantly thinking about the negatives surrounding each other, the terrifying future that awaits, all the uncertainties. But you wanted to know your one sincere, unbreakable truth; he wants you to know it, too. 
“I love you.” He can barely get out, a surge of sorrow washing over him as he engulfs you in his arms, burying his face into your hair. “I love you a lot, Y/N, more than you know. Remember that, always remember that. When you feel unloved, or worthless, or you hate yourself, remember that I love you. I fucking love you.” 
His shaking voice breaks your heart, clutching a palm over your mouth as tears prick your glassy eyes. 
Basking in each other’s sheltering arms, you both neglect the impending doom of your relationship. You heed Jungkook’s earlier words, you focus on him, and only him. You focus on the sound of his heart, the patterns of his breath, the scent of his cologne, until they become embedded in your memory, until all that lies within you is Jungkook, every piercing detail of him, to prepare yourself for your unfortunate, imminent reality. 
He’s going to soon become a memory. 
Squeezing him just as much as you squeeze your tears back, you never let go, and neither does Jungkook. You both fall asleep that night in each other’s embrace, indulging in your temporary, momentary piece of paradise, feeling nothing but the impassioned beating of each other’s hearts.
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caelesjjk · 5 months
blueberry haze | jjk
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⟶title: blueberry haze
⟶ au: strangers to lovers
⟶ trope: one night stand
⟶ pairing: drummer!jungkook x f. reader
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ genre: smut
⟶wc: 6.6k
⟶warnings: little bit of dom!jk, mentions of drug use (marijuana), smut in the forms of: some breath play, choking, oral ( m & f receiving), lots of praise, some bondage type things, touch denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this, be smart)
⟶ summary: he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.
⟶ authors note: this was supposed to be a quick little thing but you see where that’s ended up lol. This is some very self indulgent smut yall, not much plot for real. But it’s blueberry koo, and he’s my fav. Hope you enjoy, and as always send the feedback my way!
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What was his deal?
The ridiculously good looking, blue haired drummer on stage was looking right at you. And he had been most of the night. You couldn’t help but stare back at him, it was impossible not to.
“He’s eye fucking you.” Your friend said into your ear as the band came back on stage for their finale.
“Is not.” But you knew he was. He was looking at you again already as he sat down on the stool behind his drum kit.
Big, veiny biceps gripped the drumsticks in his hands, slinging them around between his fingers effortlessly. You watched as he pushed the blue hair off of his forehead once more before the song started and he became immersed in the music. He was a sight to see.
“Whatever you say.” Your friend teased and you elbowed her side in hopes of making her shut up while you enjoyed the last song of the night.
Any small ounce of hope you had that the sexy drummer was going to pull you backstage after the show was quickly doused when the lights came on and the venue staff was ushering everyone outside. You wanted to punch yourself for even thinking it was a possibility. He was somewhat famous. He could have whoever he wanted, why on earth would he want you?
“I’m far too tired for any parties.” You tell your friend who has been tirelessly trying to convince you to go to the bars downtown. “You should call Mina or Cher, I’m sure they’re already there.” She pouts but finally agrees to let you head home to sulk.
You pull your jacket a little tighter around your body as you walk past some shops and restaurants. They’re all mostly closed at this point in the night, but some of the displays in the windows are comforting to see.
Dexters Diner comes into view just up ahead, the yellow lights on top flicker in and out as you get closer to the small building. You could suddenly smell coffee drifting into your nostrils, and without a second thought, your hand is on the door handle of the diner, pulling it open.
There’s hardly anyone inside. A few tables of rowdy drunks from the bars and a few night shift workers having their first meal of the day. You smile at the older woman behind the front counter who’s wearing a pikachu tshirt and her hair in braids.
“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” She says as you sit down on one of the stools.
“Coffee. And maybe one of those cinnamon rolls from the case, please?” You take off your coat when she nods and heads off to gather your order.
This is just what you needed to wind down. And in most cases coffee would do the opposite, but you know the warmth of it will make you sleepy in no time.
You smile again when she sets down the chipped coffee cup and oversized cinnamon roll in front of you. The two things together smell like absolute heaven. You breathe it all in once more before picking up the cinnamon roll and bringing it to your mouth for the biggest bite you can manage.
“What are the odds?” A voice says behind you, making you freeze mid-bite. You turn around, cinnamon roll still in your mouth to face the voice.
Oh no. Please no.
Blue haired drummer boy is standing right in front of you in all his beautiful glory.
“H-hi.” You mumble, realizing you have the huge cinnamon roll in your mouth, your eyes shoot open wide and you quickly scramble to turn back and sit the pastry on its plate and wipe your mouth.
“You’re adorable.” He says, his hand gently touching your shoulder and turning you back around to face him. “Didn’t think I was going to see you again.”
“Here I am.” You say stupidly, internally facepalming.
“Here you are.” He smiles and tilts his head curiously. “I’m Jungkook. What’s your name, cinnamon roll?”
“It’s _____. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” You can’t believe this is actually happening.
“How’s the coffee?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you.
“Good I think. I haven’t actually drank it yet.” You turn back to face the counter, taking the coffee cup in your hands.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Jungkook slides his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeve of tattoos looking so stark against the white of the shirt.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you started talking to rockstar Jungkook, but it wasn’t this. The conversation was flowing so nicely. He was surprisingly funny and full of all kinds of useless facts. The kind that were so ridiculous that they were interesting. He seemed sweet surprisingly…sweet.
“Did you know it takes 700 grapes to make just one bottle of wine?” Jungkook says, popping a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl he had ordered.
“You don’t say?” You start to laugh, but then feel one of Jungkook's feet rub against yours. Was he playing footsie with you?
You take the hint, crossing your legs and letting your foot glide up the side of his calf. You can tell he’s pretending not to notice, but the tattooed hand that was resting on the countertop is now ghosting over your own calf.
“Did you know a group of bunnies is called a fluffle?” Jungkook lets just his finger tips softly run over your knee.
“That doesn’t seem true.” It barely comes out a whisper. Your thighs squeeze together as he continues his touches.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks after he notices the change in your voice. You look at him blankly for a moment before responding.
“Y-yeah. I mean sure, what do you have in mind?” You sit down your coffee cup with a shaky hand. Jungkook stands up from his seat, then leans down to cage you against the counter, his mouth coming to your ear.
“Each and every thought I’ve had about you since the moment I saw you in the crowd tonight, have been completely improper. And I would very much like to take you to my hotel room so I can show you what I’ve been thinking.” His words melt into your skin and find their way directly between your legs where they start a burning need.
“Okay.” Is all you can manage to say, eyes fluttering closed when you feel his tongue brush the shell of your ear.
“Good girl.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, thousands of goosebumps blanketing your skin in an instant. “Let me grab my stuff and we can head out.”
The jeans he’s wearing must have been painted on and he could not possibly be wearing any underwear with them, which was breath stealing all on its own.
“Jesus Christ.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, but of course he heard you.
“Like what you see?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help the ridiculous giggle that escapes you.
“I’ve had worse views.” You try to play it cool, taking another drink of the coffee that was lukewarm at this point. Jungkook laughs, then pulls his sweaty blue hair up into a messy bun on the back of his head. It should not be legal to be this hot.
“Come on then pretty girl, I’ve got other views to show you.” He quickly puts on his jacket and offers you his hand. You let him help you up and into your jacket as well.
There’s a sleek black car waiting around the backside of the diner and the two of you slide into the back seat. You aren’t sure what to do, so you reach for your seatbelt.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook reaches across you to stop your hand, suddenly in your space.
“Buckling my seatbelt? You know…safety.” You let him take your hand off of the seatbelt while he laughs.
“You’re adorable.” His eyes hold yours while his hand slips onto your thigh, gripping it tightly so that he can then slide you across the leather seat and closer to him. “But I have other ideas for the ride home.” You hope he doesn’t see how harshly you have to swallow, your throat feeling so tight.
“What ideas?” You let one of your hands rest on his thigh, touching the frayed strings of the tears in his jeans.
“First things first.” Jungkook places his pointer finger beneath your chin and lifts your face up to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”
Your cheeks heat up immediately. He’s so unexpected. He radiates that cocky rockstar vibe, but he’s also sweet enough to ask permission before he kisses you. The whiplash might be your undoing.
“Yes.” You instinctively lean forward and he meets you halfway with that angelic smile of his on his face.
His lips are too soft. Too perfect. But they mold to yours and steal the breath from your lungs. His presence engulfs you and takes over all of your senses. Right now, there’s nothing else but Jungkook.
Coffee flavored tongue swipes against your lips and you want to taste it again so badly, dipping your tongue into his mouth until he hums in satisfaction. His tattooed hand slides up your arm and onto your shoulder until it reaches your neck, his thumb sliding up and down the column of your throat.
“Tell me something, pretty girl.” His mouth stays close to yours, lips still brushing as he speaks. “How do you feel about my hand around your throat?” His words take you aback for a moment until you realize what it is he wants to do.
“I’m okay with it.” You wrap a hand around his wrist and move his fingers into place at your throat.
“You’re not so innocent, are you baby?” Jungkook smiles wickedly and swallows your reply with his mouth. Kissing you roughly, noses and lips smashing against the others, tongues licking sloppily.
Jungkook applies a bit of pressure with his hand on your throat, testing to see how much you like. It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing. You take his wrist again pushing harder and with more pressure, his fingers tightening and gripping the skin.
“More.” You whine into his kisses until he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“You’re getting me so hard right now.” You chance a look down at his denim covered crotch, eyeing the plentiful bulge forming there.
Of course his dick was huge, there couldn’t be any flaws with this man.
Jungkook begins tightening his hand again but doesn’t kiss you again. He wants to watch your face while he controls whether you take a breath or not. You swallow, barely able to get the saliva down your throat before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Jungkook moans and removes his hand, his mouth immediately devouring yours as you take in a long breath.
“You’re going to be so much fun.” Jungkook kisses down your neck, paying attention to the spots where his fingers just were. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” You answered too quickly, but he seems to find it amusing, smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips once more.
Your pussy is absolutely dripping. You can feel the stickiness between your legs and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are after just a little breath play. What was going to happen once he was inside you? You shiver at the thought.
The car comes to a stop around the back of one of the nicest hotels in town. You’ve never stayed here, but you know this is where important people stay all the time. You start to feel the nerves creep back in at how famous Jungkook might actually be.
Jungkook opens the car door and starts to get out but notices that you haven’t moved to do the same.
“You know, I can have the driver take you home. We can stop right now.” He slides back into the car and brings your face around to look at him. “Because if you come upstairs I’m going to ruin you. I won’t stop until I’m convinced you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that you think of me every time you even think about being with another man.”
You take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut when he presses a feather light kiss to your jaw.
“I don’t want to stop.” You’re barely able to muster out the words.
“Good girl.” He laces his tattooed fingers through yours and helps you out of the car. You expect him to let go of your hand as you walk inside, but he doesn’t. He holds your hand until you reach the elevator.
Once inside and the doors have sealed shut, Jungkook pushes you against the mirrored wall. You gasp out loud when his hips roll against yours, the hard outline of his cock more prominent than before.
“So fucking hard.” Another harsh roll of his hips, almost lifting your feet off the ground. Your breathing is rapid and uneven, the anticipation absolutely killing you. “Tell me how wet you are, baby. Please.” The words pour into your ear, all warm and inviting.
“Soaked.” You manage to croak out. Jungkook groans and slowly rolls his hips so that his cock rubs against your clit that was begging to be touched.
Just as you’re about to beg him to touch you, the elevator dings and the doors slide open to the floor jungkook had selected. You suddenly realize that anyone could see the two of you and you start to move out of his hold. But he has other ideas.
Jungkook grabs beneath your thighs and hoists them around his waist, making you squeal in the process. He walks out of the elevator with you in his arms towards his hotel room at the end of the hall.
“Jungkook…put me down.” Your eyes shoot open wide when you notice an older couple walking towards you. “Jungkook!” You gently push against his chest but he doesn’t let go.
“You think they care if I’m holding you? They were probably crazy back in their day.” Jungkook squeezes the globes of your ass in each hand as you pass the older couple, they don’t seem to care but you still feel blush rush to your cheeks. “Should we ask them if they want to watch?” He wiggles his eye brows and you smack his chest.
“No way! Are you crazy?” You half laugh.
“Not into sharing? That’s cool pretty girl, you don’t have to share me with anyone.” Jungkook props you up against the hotel room door while he digs for the key card in his pocket.
“You can put me down.” You say again.
“Hmm. No.” He finds the card and opens the door, lifting you higher in his arms before he carries you into the room. You roll your eyes, but let him continue to do it.
You look around at the room when he finally sets you down in front of the unmade bed. There were two open suitcases in front of the window, clothes scattered about. Some empty beer bottles and ash trays sat untouched on the night stand on one side of the bed. Typical hotel room of a traveling rockstar.
What wasn’t so typical though, were the comic books laying around in the rumpled blankets on the bed. You tilt your head with curiosity and pick one up, gently flipping through some of the pages.
“You like to read comics?” You ask Jungkook, who has started trying to shove things into his suitcases.
“From time to time. Something to keep my mind busy on tour.” He shrugs a little as he roughly moves the suitcases around. You smile to yourself and sit the comic back down before turning to sit down on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t need to do that.” Referring to him trying to clean up the mess in the room. Jungkook seems to listen, stretching his arms above his head before coming to stand in front of you where you sit on the bed.
“I need a shower. How about you, pretty girl?” His tattooed hand gently wraps around the back of your neck as he bends at the waist to be face to face with you.
“You want me to shower with you?” You realize how stupid it was to ask, but it was too late to take it back now. Jungkook laughs quietly.
“Amongst other things.” He smiles, lips the perfect color of pink, silver hoop pierced through the corner. “For example…” His hand slides up and around to your face, cupping your cheek and ghosting his thumb over your jaw. “I’d like to see your lips wrapped around my cock…fuck, that would be a sight to see.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans under his breath.
Jungkook stands up straight, but keeps his hand cupping your jaw, watching you as you think about what to do next. You keep your eyes on his for a moment, but then almost on their own, your hands find his denim clad thighs. You rub up the front of them a few times, but not touching his crotch that was getting harder by the moment.
“Be good, baby. Don’t tease me.” Jungkook sighs, thumbing at your bottom lip.
You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb instead, keeping your hands on his thighs. You suck his digit softly at first, tongue licking the length of it. You’re practically drooling around his thumb in anticipation of having his much bigger cock in your mouth.
Your hands move up his thighs to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them both. When you bring your eyes down to his waist, you can see that your earlier assumption of Jungkook not wearing any underwear was indeed correct. Fuck, he was too hot.
Just as you’re about to pull his jeans off of his hips, he stops you, and instead leans back over to kiss you roughly.
“What’s wrong?” You ask when your lips part from his with a wet smacking noise.
“Shower first. I’ve been sweaty, baby.” He kisses you again, almost making you fall back against the mattress with its force. He makes you absolutely dizzy with lust. “Come with me?”
“You want to shower before sex?” You ask.
“We can take one afterwards too, if you want.” He smiles and helps you up off of the bed.
You follow Jungkook to the bathroom, stupidly nervous. He was going to see you naked one way or another, why did this feel so strangely intimate? Too intimate for a one night stand.
There’s an ashtray with some half smoked joints sitting on the bathroom counter, along with some hair products and skin care type things. You’re almost too distracted to notice Jungkook pulling his shirt over his head.
“Do you smoke?” He asks.
“I have…it’s been awhile.” You watch as Jungkook picks up one of the joints and puts it between his lips.
“Nothing better than a shower joint. Except maybe a shower beer.” He laughs and digs for a lighter in his pocket. Once he’s retrieved it, he lights the joint and takes a very long drag.
“Can you smoke in here?” You ask, knowing you must sound so cringey for asking. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and holds the joint up to your lips.
“It’s blueberry haze. One of the best strands I’ve had.” Jungkook lets you take the joint, then casually shoves his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of the denim and kicking them to the corner.
“Blueberry haze, you say?” Your words are distracted by his naked form. Broad chest and big arms. Tiny waist and…really big dick confirmed.
“Give it a try, pretty girl.” Jungkook watches as your eyes make their way back to his face, blinking so adorably.
You refocus your thoughts long enough to bring the joint to your lips and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and makes you cough, immediately handing it back to Jungkook, who rubs your back soothingly while you catch your breath.
“That’s…kind of strong.” You struggle to get the words out.
“You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook touches the hem of your shirt at your hip.
“Being naked helps with smoking weed?” You raise a questioning eyebrow, already beginning to feel it’s effects.
“I like to think so.” Jungkook slowly drags your shirt up and over your head, being delightfully met with the sight of your bare chest. “I’d love to have my mouth all over these.” Your shirt is long forgotten and so is your shyness.
“Why don’t you?” You take a step up closer to him, barely hearing the groaning noise he makes.
“Get these off.” He sticks his pointer finger just inside the waistband of your jeans, pulling at the material until it softly snaps back against your skin. You obey far too willingly, the blueberry haze in your mind making you feel extremely pliant.
You remove your jeans and underwear in a quick motion, kicking away the clothing and immediately reaching for Jungkooks skin, touching his shoulders and meeting his eyes with yours.
“You kind of look like a blueberry…a beautiful blueberry.” You giggle, fingers toying with the strands of his blue hair. Jungkook giggles too, big arms wrapping around your waist.
“You’re so fucking cute.” He kisses you a few times, then moves your body back towards the shower door. “Let’s get you wet.” He whispers into your mouth. You want to tell him that you’re already dripping wet between your thighs, but instead you step into the steamy shower with him right behind you, closing the smoky glass door.
The hot water immediately hits your skin and makes your muscles relax. You almost forget for a moment that a beautiful man is also in here with you, until his hands are on your hips and turning you around to face him.
“Don’t you need to get cleaned up?” You ask, Jungkook's hands sliding up your wet skin to cup your breasts in his hands. You whimper, not realizing how desperate you were to be touched.
“Mmm, I do.” His thumbs flick over your nipples, and then his touch is gone, making your eyes shoot open.
Jungkook is taking another drag from the joint, breathing it in deeply and holding it in his lungs. He grabs the back of your head, fingers gripping your wet hair and pressing his mouth onto yours. You feel the smoke slowly creep from his mouth into yours. You breathe it in like he wants you to, then let it out through your nose so that you can keep kissing him.
“I think…I think you should get cleaned up…quickly.” You say between kisses and strokes of his tongue.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Jungkooks mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, nipping with his teeth as he goes.
“Can I show you?” The high you’re on is making you feel so bold.
“Please.” He pecks your lips and pulls away from you, he knows what you want.
You put a hand to his chest between his very defined pecks, sliding it between the muscles and down over the hard planes of his stomach until you reach his cock, hot and hard in your hand. You watch his face for any dislike, but he only put his hand over yours and makes you tighten your grip.
You don’t want to waste time, you want to hear him fall apart with his cock down your throat. You lean forward and lick one of his nipples, sucking it gently. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the shower wall, pulling his pierced lip between his teeth.
You lick up some water drops on your way down his body. His perfectly sculpted body that you most certainly take note of, gently getting to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes one more time before opening your mouth to take his cock inside.
Jungkook hisses through his teeth when you start to suck. Gently at first, short, shallow motions as you bob your head. You look up to see the muscles of his stomach tighten over and over the deeper you take him. It’s when you add your tongue that he really starts to make noise above you.
“That’s so good, baby. Keep going, just like that.” Jungkook touches your jaw and your cheek his fingers, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.
You let him start to move his hips and thrust into your mouth and throat. You gag a couple of times, but you don’t want him to stop. The pretty moans and whimpers he’s making are too perfect to stop, so you dig your nails into the backs of his thighs and hold on for dear life when he starts move faster.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Jungkook smoothed back your hair and brought your face up so he could see your eyes. The eye contact seems to do him in. “Shit, shit, baby. Gonna cum…” He throws his head back in a long drawn out groan just as hot spurts of cum start to fill your throat.
You close your eyes and take everything that he gives you, slowing the motions of your head bobbing until he’s done, lazily licking the tip of his cock until he stops you.
“Was that okay?” You look up at him innocently, knowing that he’s wrecked at the moment.
“You’re fucking perfect.” His head is back against the shower wall as he laughs quietly.
You start to feel the ache in your knees, quickly wiping your mouth with your hand before you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around your waist to help you up. He smiles, then grabs some soap from the shelf behind you and scrubs himself clean with it, all you can seem to do is stand there in awe.
The desperation to be touched was becoming almost unbearable, but you try to keep your composure, letting Jungkook turn off the water and hand you a white fully hotel towel to dry off with. You both quickly take another drag from the slow burning joint on the counter, then move back into the bedroom area.
Jungkook has his white towel ties low on his slender hips. He’s walking around the room as if he’s looking for something and you aren’t sure what it could possibly be.
“Did you lose something?” You ask, taking a few steps closer to him.
“I had a necktie that I wore to dinner last night…” He tosses some things around in his suitcases.
“What do you need a necktie for?” The words left your mouth before your brain could catch up. But it suddenly dawns on you what he might be wanting to do with the necktie. “Oh…”
“Are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook gets down on his knees in front of the bed, flipping up the blankets and bed skirt to look beneath it.
“It would be…new, for me.” You tighten your hold on the towel wrapped around your body.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked, if you don’t like it.” Jungkook reaches under the bed and pulls out a red necktie. “Found it.”
“Yeah…I can try it.” You nibble on your bottom lip and nervously cross the rest of the space to the bed.
“So good for me.” Jungkook closes any remaining space between the two of you and kisses your waiting lips. His kiss draws out all the nerves and turns them into lust. “Lay down with your hands above your head, wrists crossed.” The smallest bit of authority in his voice makes your pussy ache in such a delicious way. “And get rid of this.” He undoes the loose knot of your towel and lets it fall to the ground around your ankles.
You let him gently touch your bare hip before he’s moving to the other side of the bed. He watches intently as you climb onto the oversized bed, laying your head on the fluffed pillows with your arms above your head and wrists crossed, just as he asked.
“I’m ready.” You release a long breath, eyes coming back to Jungkook, whose eyes are shamelessly roaming your naked body.
“I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.” Jungkook says, wrapping and unwrapping the silky red material around his knuckles. “But I’m ready to have a taste of you.”
You shiver, watching as Jungkook kneels up onto the bed, raising his hand above your body and letting the silk tie just barely ghost over your skin. He starts at your ankle, moving it up your calf, over both thighs and purposely avoiding the ache between your legs.
“Please hurry up, Jungkook.” Your body arches away from the mattress when the silky material brushes over one of your nipples.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Jungkook coos, having mercy and wrapping your wrists up into the tie, attaching it to the headboard. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to be patient.”
You can barely take your eyes away from the sight of his naked body, until his mouth is suddenly on you. His mouth and tongue are having absolutely no mercy on your breasts and nipples. He groans each time he pulls a bud between his lips. The tie around your wrists is a torture you didn’t know that you needed.
“Jungkook…” You moan his name and he absolutely adores the sound of it. So much so, that he takes mercy and moves his body down the bed and settles between your thighs, his mouth quickly buried between them. “Oh fuck…” You pull at the binding, wishing your hands could lace into the blue strands of hair bobbing between your legs.
The mercy you thought you were receiving before is long gone. Jungkook is relentless with his tongue and lips. Long strokes of his tongue offset by quick sucks to your clit. It’s absolutely maddening.
You’re pulling at the tie so hard that you know you’ll have bruises on your skin in the morning. But the thought of it quickly passes when you feel Jungkook bury his mouth in your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as he moves his head back and forth in quick succession. You manage to look down between your legs just in time to meet his lust filled eyes, seeing him devouring you sends you over the edge hard and fast.
White flashes pop in and out of your vision as your body tries to recover from the insane orgasm you just experienced. Jungkook hums low in his chest as he licks up everything you’ve given him, kissing the insides of both your thighs as he stands up from the bed to look down at you.
“Do you think that you deserve my cock?” Jungkook stands at the end of the bed, tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily.
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You pant and squirm against the satin sheets, hands and arms still above your head. He watches your face carefully.
“The things I want to do to you…” He bites into his bottom lip as he continues to touch himself in front of you. “But I have to get my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours before I explode.”
Your chest heaved up and down at the thought of him finally fucking you. You were so desperate that you knew you would do anything he asked of you.
“Can you please untie me now?” You needed to touch his body…his skin…his muscles….feel his hair. All of it.
“Look what you do to me, pretty girl.” He ignores your request, making you whine at the lack of attention to what you wanted, but also at the way he’s spreading pre-cum up and down the length of his cock.
“I want you so badly, Jungkook. Please.” You move your hips up as he climbs back onto the bed and kneels between your open legs. His eyes saunter down your body until they get to your pussy, big hands pushing your thighs further apart so he can get a better look.
“You’re so wet. Thinking about my cock made you drip like this?” He scoots closer, the head of his cock so close to where you want it. You pull at the tie on your wrists again.
“Untie me…please.” You beg again.
“Here’s what I’m going to do.” Jungkook ignores you again, making you want to cry. “I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going fuck you hard and fast. And I want you to tell me how good it makes you feel. Make sure the people in the room next door know how badly you wanted my cock.” Jungkook kisses your stomach and then your hip. It’s so gentle compared to the way he then reaches down and roughly grabs the globes of your ass, lining you up with his cock just the way he wants you.
“Please…” You can’t bear it anymore, the build up has been so intense you can feel tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes.
“Be loud for me.” Jungkook doesn’t wait anymore, he impales you on his cock, easily sliding inside with how wet you’ve become. But you still feel the ache of the stretch as you try to accommodate all of him at once.
You moan loudly, just the way he wanted. Pulling at your binds and cursing yourself over and over for agreeing to be tied up. Jungkook keeps his hands on your hips as he starts his ruthless pace.
You can feel sweat forming on your forehead already as your stomach begins to tighten with another orgasm. His perfect cock finds that spot inside you with ease and abuses it over and over again.
“Untie me…god Jungkook please…please.” Your face is wet with tears from pleasure as well as frustration.
“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I think I can do that.” He bends down to kiss your mouth, something he hadn’t done for what seemed like hours. While he kisses you, he moves one hand from your hip to the red silky tie on your wrists and pulls the knot free.
As soon as you feel it loosen, you rip your hands away from the head board and dig them into his blueberry colored hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. Jungkook smiles at the desperation. He loves it in fact.
You move your hands down and let your nails dig slightly into his skin as he continues to piston his hips against yours. Jungkook groans at the feeling.
“Come here.” He practically growls, sitting up on his knees and bringing you with him. Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist, putting you in a somewhat riding position. Jungkook is able to fuck up into while on his knees, but keep you close. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His mouth is sloppy as it moves along your neck and collarbones.
“I’m going to cum again…you’re so deep.” Your mouth finds his, kissing him and breathing him in.
“You don’t need my permission, I want you to cream my cock. I want all of it.” Jungkook leans back on his hands, making the angle of his hips hit you even deeper than before. Your hands grip at his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he fucks you through another m