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habits of a clandestine nature | jjk

pairing: collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)

warnings: college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao

wordcount: 16k

note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.

Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.

You already know who it is—or at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.

Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.

From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.

All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.

Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.

It's not that you actively want to see him.

You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.

He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three months—but school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.

God-forbid Jeon Jungkook—son of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the university—ever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.

The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.

In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.

Has told you a lot.

Told you far too much.

Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.

Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.

And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.

You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.

But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape: I know you.

You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.

It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.

But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.

Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?

Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.

The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.

The things he did—and the things he didn't do—corrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.

The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.

For a minute, you feel vindicated.

It doesn't last.

For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.

The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secrets—no matter how pure they actually are—become the talk of the town.

He always slept well in your bedroom, though.

Funny, that.

He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.

Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.

The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.

"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.

Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live there—you, Maria, and Taehyung—and you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.

"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.

They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.

There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.

It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.

"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"

"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"

"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."

On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.

Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.

Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.

After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.

Namjoon—one of the Botanists and the birthday boy himself—has started padlocking the greenhouses.

Another one of them—Yoongi—minored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.

Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.

"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"

"Obviously."

"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."

"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.

And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.

While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.

But summer was lonely.

Or at least it was.

Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.

Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"

The conversation dissolves into plans—what to wear, what drink to take.

After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.

When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.

"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.

Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.

Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.

But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.

He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, too—but then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.

A routine grew. Habits formed.

Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.

Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.

The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.

He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.

And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.

Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.

But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.

Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."

"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him naked—not like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.

You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.

The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.

But he was, and it was lovely.

The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your head—or at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.

"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."

It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.

Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.

Spent weeks—months—laying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.

But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.

Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.

You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.

It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.

"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.

"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.

"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"

On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.

"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.

"Sure."

There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.

"You think I can't be trusted?"

"I think it's foolish to trust any man."

His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.

"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"

"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.

"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"

With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."

"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.

"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"

"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.

"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.

Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."

Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.

A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.

And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?

His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.

Have you not served him enough?

You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.

"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the bills—but like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.

He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.

"Excuse me, sir."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.

"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.

More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.

Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.

Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.

You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.

Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.

"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."

Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.

Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.

You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.

You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.

As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.

But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.

Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.

But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.

You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.

Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.

It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.

In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.

"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"

The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.

It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud.

In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.

But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.

You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.

Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.

Where you at? It could read. I'm here.

Or maybe, I miss you.

I can't sleep without you.

This is so stupid. Can I come over?

It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.

Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.

You: you not coming in tonight?

You: you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x

You: ... at least let me know if ur alive?

Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.

Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.

Jackass Wang: party tonight

You: so????

One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.

Jackass Wang: so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery

"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.

It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.

Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.

You: i like it better when i don't see you x

Jackass Wang: you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.

You: they'd rather die :) x

Jackass Wang: y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: you just can't take no for an answer

Jackass Wang: yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.

You: so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????

The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.

Jackass Wang: conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.

You: charming x

Jackass Wang: it's why the ladies love me.

You: all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.

Jackass Wang: can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.

The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.

Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.

Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.

Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.

"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.

Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.

"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"

Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"

His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.

Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."

He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.

"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"

"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."

"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."

"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."

Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.

"Don't give me that bull."

"It's not bull!"

"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"

His expression is flat. You are paper thin.

He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.

He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.

"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"

"No!"

Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.

Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"

"I'm not!"

"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"

Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.

"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.

"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."

"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.

He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.

"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"

With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.

"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."

You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.

As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself: take a sip every time you want to cry.

By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.

There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.

Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.

Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.

Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.

It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.

But he did, and you damn well know it.

Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.

"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."

But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."

You're silent when he says this.

Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.

But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeks—months—playing in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.

Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are back—but when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.

"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."

Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.

Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.

Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.

He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.

"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."

"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's been—"

"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."

He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.

They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.

Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.

"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."

"Who?" Jimin chirps.

Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."

"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"

"I said leave it."

"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.

"No one."

"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her ass—"

"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."

"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."

Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.

"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.

They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?

"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.

It's not that he's ashamed.

It's that you're separate.

When he's with you, all of this—the bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apart—dissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.

If you were to ever become a part of his life—his real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summer—then it'd all change.

He doesn't want that.

He wants you to be a safe haven.

A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.

But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.

He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.

"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"

With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."

"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"

"You really have to ask?"

For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.

They always have done.

When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.

Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.

How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.

Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.

When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.

So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.

"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"

"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."

Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.

The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.

It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.

The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.

The irony isn't lost on you.

"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"

"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.

If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of him—and given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.

All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.

One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.

When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.

You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.

Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.

Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.

"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardens—the same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."

"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."

"It's not my new home—"

"MONTGOMERY!"

The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.

"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."

Nothing happened between you.

It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.

"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.

"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."

Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.

Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cœur is, disappointingly, something you expected.

It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.

"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.

Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."

As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.

How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.

"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."

Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.

A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.

"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."

It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.

They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.

And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.

Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.

The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.

Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail.

Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.

In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.

Summer becomes you, he thinks—adores—from afar.

The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.

Had it been spring—the brain of the year—when he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.

Had it been winter—the cunt of the year, for lack of a better term—he would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.

But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.

"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.

The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.

Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.

"Cut the bullshit," he says.

"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"

"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"

Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundry—especially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.

"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."

Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.

Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.

You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.

"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"

It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.

"Mistaken identity."

"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"

You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.

He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.

"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.

"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."

"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.

With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.

"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."

Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almost—but you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.

"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."

Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.

He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.

It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.

Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.

This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.

You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.

Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.

As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.

Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.

But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.

"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"

Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."

"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."

And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.

If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.

He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.

But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.

It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.

Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.

"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.

"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."

The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.

"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"

"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."

Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.

"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the time—"

"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? I—" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "We— Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"

It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.

But every cloud has a silver lining.

"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."

He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.

"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."

The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal: let me in.

A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.

And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.

Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.

The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.

"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"

You're gonna kill Taehyung.

In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.

"Safe," you grimace.

Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"

"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.

"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.

"My sentiments exactly."

Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge

"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."

"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."

Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.

"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.

"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."

Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.

"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.

The bathroom is small—just a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.

You wish you didn't.

"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.

"Excuse me?"

"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"

"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."

"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"

Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.

And so he doesn't try.

"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"

You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.

Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.

You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.

"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.

"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"

It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.

"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."

"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.

"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."

"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"

"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"

He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."

Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.

"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"

He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.

"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friends—"

"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.

"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."

"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.

The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.

"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."

"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"

He's silent, now. Cowardly.

"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."

"You know that's not—"

"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.

Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.

Feels like it, too.

"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.

"Tell you wha—"

"That you were a virgin."

Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!

Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.

"Hardly relevant, is it?"

"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have known—"

"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"

"I didn't ghost you."

"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."

"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"

"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"

"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."

"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."

"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"

The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gag—but if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.

"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."

You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.

To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.

With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.

Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him away—but you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.

With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.

Looks down at you.

Is so close you can smell his aftershave.

A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.

"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."

Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.

The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.

"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.

"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."

He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."

The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.

Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.

Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.

"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"

The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?

All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.

"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess and—"

The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.

Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.

And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.

It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.

Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.

An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.

When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.

While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.

He knows they hate him—isn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.

He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.

As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.

And so it's up to him to put you back together again.

"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't have—"

His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to. Also knows that he does need to.

"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."

"But I—"

"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up."

He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.

"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"

His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.

An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).

"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.

The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thought—"

"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? To—"

"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong calls—but I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."

Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.

Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.

It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.

"I want you," he husks against your lips.

"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.

"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."

"And what was that?" You encourage.

There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer.

Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."

And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?

Frantic in the way your hands are on his body—his arms, his waist, around his throat—there's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.

The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.

"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.

"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"

"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."

He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.

"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.

"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.

As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.

"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"

You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."

He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.

"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.

"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.

"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.

There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.

"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."

Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."

"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him again—but it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.

And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.

His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.

"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"

"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.

"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."

With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.

Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.

His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfaction—which he does often—the suction only grows stronger.

Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."

The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.

He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.

When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouth—and when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.

Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.

But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.

"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."

If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.

Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.

Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.

You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.

But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.

As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"

Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.

"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."

The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.

"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.

"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.

"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."

It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.

His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.

"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.

"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.

"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."

"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"

"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.

He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.

"S'all there is. They alright?"

"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the front—only to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"

"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."

His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.

"I don't care. I don't want them—"

You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.

"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"

When he's got you like this—legs spread, body his to claim, your soul to take—it's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.

"I promise," you swear.

As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.

"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me raw—"

"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's you—yet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forget—"

"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.

"—but you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."

With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into you—and he's the one who whines, now.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.

"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.

"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."

"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.

You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.

"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.

Your argumentative streak wants to fight.

You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."

His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.

In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.

Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.

Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."

Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.

He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.

"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.

The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.

You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.

"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."

"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"

His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."

And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.

But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.

Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."

"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.

"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."

"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.

"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole.

His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes.

Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"

There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."

But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupider."

"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before.

His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"

"Think you were gonna make me cum."

"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."

His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.

The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.

As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.

The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.

"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.

"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."

You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.

"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.

"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"

It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.

"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.

"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."

The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with.

His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.

But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"

That's the thing.

He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.

Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.

"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."

Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.

And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.

"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"

You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.

"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."

It's been half an hour.

He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.

The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck.

Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.

Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.

"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches you—the hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of him—and finds it impossible to be mad.

"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."

"We?" You question, incredibly confused.

"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.

Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.

As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.

Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.

"Sorry, what the fuck?!"

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Ungodly Hour (7)

While having dinner with your family, you begin to see Jungkook in a new light.

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Word Count: 4.962

Warning: kissing, simp jk, tsundere reader duh, baby fever, shower sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, biting,

“Ah, Y/N.” your mother looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes glazing behind you for a moment. “You’re alone.” she notes matter-of-factly.

You scoff humorlessly. “Jungkook had to visit his family before coming here.” you respond, kicking off your shoes. “He should be here soon.”

You should have known coming here without Jungkook would result in your mother questioning you - curse Jeon Jungkook and his personality that has your mother loving him already.

Your mother makes her way towards you, wrapping you in an embrace. “I’m happy to hear that. I can’t wait to see him again.” she says.

You roll your eyes.

Deep down, it’s nice knowing that your mother liked Jungkook. Her opinion on whoever you dated is important.

However - this was Jeon Jungkook you’re talking about. Everything he had said has come to life - even from the very beginning. You acknowledging him due to needing streaming services, you and him dating, your mother loving everything about him and to the worst of them all - you liking him. The man revels in the fact that he was winning whatever challenge you and he had and he wasn’t even doing anything but being himself.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

“Why didn’t you go with him?” your mother asks when she releases you from her embrace. “Have you met his family already?”

You shake your head, glancing away.

You didn’t want to admit that you were nervous because you were you - you never got nervous But you were new to this; meeting the family.

That, and Jungkook didn’t necessarily ask if you wanted to come. “I’ll be having breakfast with my parents.” he said, putting on a jacket. “You can come if you’d like.”

That wasn’t an invitation - and besides, you didn’t want to intrude on a holiday. Jungkook doesn’t see his parents as often as you do yours.

“Think they wouldn’t like you?” your mother murmurs in a low, gossiping tone that you choose to ignore.

You greet your father silently - he was on a business call and appeared utterly miserable doing so. He hated talking, and each day you begin to realize that maybe you took more of his traits as you grew older.

You and your mother speak as she continues to cook - about anything that the conversation brings. It began with small talk - work and family gossip. She asks how you and Jungkook are and you answer as honestly as you could - she gushes how you appear to be “glowing” and that it’s Jungkook’s doing, but you’d never give a man that much satisfaction.

It was another 20 minutes when Jungkook did arrive. He had knocked softly on the door and you instantly knew it was him. You were ready to retort snarky towards him when you swung the door open, but you stopped in your tracks.

“Sorry I’m late.” Jungkook speaks, a smile on his lips. The piercing slightly shines in the evening sun. He’s dressed casually, a dark shirt with dark jeans that are ripped at the knees.

You notice Jungkook’s change immediately - his hair. His once long locks that sat on his shoulders have now been cut - the sides slightly shaved, and the top of his head, though longer than the sides, have but cut, as well. There’s a loose hair that falls slightly on his forehead and you swallow thickly.

In Jungkook’s hands are flowers - this time bought and not yanked from his neighbor's garden. They’re assorted - lilies, sunflowers, gerberas and more.

“You’re late because you stopped and grabbed flowers.” you deadpan, opening the door wider. Jungkook steps inside your home and goes to kick off his shoes. “Of course.” he chuckles. “Everytime we go to the bakery besides the flower shop, I notice you look inside.” Jungkook explains.

Jungkook extends his arms to hand you the flowers, a soft look in his eyes. Your stomach begins to churn and your heart thump. “Oh,” you murmur, glancing down at the bouquet of flowers now in your hands. “I didn’t know you noticed that.”

You’re embarrassed - you never knew Jungkook paid attention. It wasn’t anything worth being embarrassed about - flowers are pretty and you’d often admire them whenever you could. You just never knew Jungkook had been observing you do so.

“Of course I do.” Jungkook responds. He steps closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. He inches his face closer to yours. “I watch you a lot.”

“Stalker.” you retort with a lick of your lips, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips for a split second - a second that Jungkook catches.

“I’d prefer admirer.” Jungkook responds right before kissing your lips. “What lipgloss are you wearing? Tastes sweet…” Jungkook kisses you once more, deepening it.

“It’s,” Jungkook interrupts your speech to kiss you once more. “mango,” and again, Jungkook kisses your lips. “Kook-” Jungkook hums into the next peck of your lips.

You manage to push Jungkook away from you, your body rushing with heat. “You’re so obsessed with me.” you roll your eyes, a smile forming onto your lips.

Jungkook chuckles heartily, embracing you tighter. “I’m your number one fan.” he says. “Just missed you is all.”

Your heart leaps once more - this time at his words. You push yourself away a bit more so you wouldn’t fall into the rabbit hole that was Jeon Jungkook - you were in your parents home and you didn’t need anyone seeing how truly down bad you were for Jungkook when he spoke so nicely to you.

Despicable, you think, a few nice words from Jungkook has you ready to be out of your panties. How far you’ve fallen.

“You cut your hair.” you say to change the subject, eyes darting up to the new cut. Your hand reaches for it, touching the sides with interest.

“I did.” Jungkook nods, leaning his head into your hand. “You like it?”

You nod slightly, then huff. “It’s alright.” you shrug. You needed to regain your control over the situation - and the overall relationship. You can’t keep falling for Jungkook and his traps.

Jungkook smiles widely. He wouldn’t tell you, but you were the reason he cut it. He recalls you telling him once on a random occasion that he would look nice with a cut you have seen while scrolling on your phone. It was a side comment that you didn’t think he’d take into consideration - and even now, he’s positive that you didn’t even remember.

“What made you cut it?” you then ask, and Jungkook’s cheeks flushes. “What?” you say, snickering at the look on his face. “Did your little girlfriend suggest it?”

“My little girlfriend?” Jungkook raises a brow, unsure what you were about to say next.

“Yeah, Sia.” you say teasingly - but your eyes zone in on Jungkook as you wait for a reaction. Jungkook scoffs. “Ah, we’re bringing up the girl that doesn’t cross my mind in the slightest.” he says and it’s the truth. He would forget about Sia entirely if she didn’t attempt - keyword: attempt - to speak with him.

“Just kidding.” you laugh. Your hand drops from his hair to his cheek. “I really do like it.” you murmur to him, a soft moment that you’d allow him to have - just this once.

Jungkook’s smile widens slightly, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “You want to sit on my face so bad, baby.” he murmurs.

“Ugh,” you push Jungkook away. “as if.” You do - and Jungkook knows it, too. But you’d have to deny it until it was time to actually do the deed.

Jungkook is quick to wrap and arm around your shoulder, bringing you in for a side-ways hug. “We’ll worry about that later.” there’s a quick peck that’s placed on your forehead. “Let me greet my in-laws.”

“You’re not my husband.”

Jungkook doesn’t let up. “Yet.” he says, sending you a wink.

Your mother is first to greet Jungkook, appearing far too excited to see him than she was seeing you prior. She wraps Jungkook in a hug. “You’re so handsome with your haircut!” she says.

You roll your eyes hard, placing the bouquet of flowers down on the kitchen table.

“Thank you.” Jungkook beams at the compliment.

“Doesn’t he look handsome, Y/N?” your mother then turns to you.

You glance at Jungkook whose eyes are looking at you along with your mothers. His eyebrows wiggle - he was enjoying this entirely.

“I seen better.”

Your mother gasps at your words and Jungkook only laughs because he knows your true feelings.

“It’s not like she had a lot of boyfriends. She was always so mean to the opposite sex.” your mother tells Jungkook with a shake of her head. “I don’t know how you deal with her.”

You’re taken aback for a moment, your ears perking at the conversation.

“Y/N knows she can’t run me away.” Jungkook says to your mother. “I know how to deal with her just fine.”

Your eyes widen slightly at Jungkook’s words, your lips forming into a thin line. You shake your head at Jungkook - you didn’t need him insinuating anything sexual.

“You have to treat him right, Y/N. He’s such a sweetheart!” your mother turns to look at the bouquet of flowers with a huff, trying to rack her brain and remember when was the last time she received one.

“Jungkook’s not going anywhere.” you snort. “Is dinner almost done?”

“Yes!” your mother rounds the corner to go towards the stove.

“Right.” you turn to Jungkook. “I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

“I will, too.” Jungkook follows close behind you, his eyes glancing around the walls as you walk down the hallway - there’s pictures of you and your brother from different stages of life and some family pictures.

You open the door to the bathroom and venture inside, flicking the light on. “Don’t let my moms words get to your big ass head.”

Jungkook follows behind you, closing the door slightly. You turn on the water and begin washing your hands. “I will. She called me handsome.”

You roll your eyes. “She makes it seem like you’re trapped.”

“Never!” Jungkook wraps his arms around you, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror just as you were finishing drying your hands. “I’m here willingly.” Jungkook’s lips place themselves on the nape of your neck and he kisses it. “You already said it. I’m not going anywhere.”

You bite your lip and turn off the faucet and wave your hands a bit to get the excess water off. You know what Jungkook is doing - you aren’t a fool. Him kissing your neck in this exact spot isn’t something innocent. “My parents are literally in the other room.” you sigh.

Jungkook now has his arms wrapped around you, him standing directly behind you. One hand holds you in place by your waist while the other roams upwards. He grips your breast teasingly before placing it on your neck.

“I just want a kiss.” Jungkook responds innocently - and you know it’s all a facade.

“It always starts with you wanting a kiss.” you grumble. Jungkook’s breath is warm against your neck. “Then it ends with-“

“You sitting on my face. I’m aware.” Jungkook presses another kiss against your neck. “I just want a kiss, Y/N. That’s all. I promise.”

The hand that lays on your neck rises to your chin and gently, Jungkook pushes it to the right. “Just one.” you murmur, your defensive walls crumbling yet again. You curse yourself because of course Jeon fucking Jungkook was winning the battle. “Then you have to get the fuck off of me.”

Jungkook laughs at your response. “Of course.”

Jungkook connects your glossy lips to his own and lowly, he groans. He was positive he kissed all of the gloss from your lips - but maybe you put more on when he wasn’t looking.

The hand on your waist tightens and you know just what Jungkook was thinking.

“That’s enough.” you murmur weakly, but Jungkook only kisses down your jaw to your neck again.

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs. “You smell so good.” he compliments. “Taste good too…”

“Stop.” you respond firmly. You were a whore for praises - and Jungkook knows this. Even if you would insult him or call him a simp, it wouldn’t faze the man because he knows that deep down, you enjoy it.

“Stop what? Complimenting you?” Jungkook snickers.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” you argue. “You want to-“

The door to the bathroom - which was never closed to begin with, just cracked - slams open. Immediately, you and Jungkook are startled, jumping away from one another and turning around to see just who had made their presence known.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

Immediately, your shoulders relax at the sight of your niece - for someone so young and only the age of 8, she was a lot to handle. Oftentimes you’d forget that you were the adult in the situation, bickering with her whenever and would be confused to be her older sister when out in public instead of her aunt.

“Why are you here?”

“Rude.” she murmurs, crossing her arms. “My dad says we’re here to meet your boyfriend.”

Jungkook looks at the small child and instantly, he sees you. He blinks between the two of you, slightly amused at the sight and also afraid to speak.

“How does-” you sigh, already knowing the answer. You’re sure your mother had told him about dinner, invited not only him, but his children - especially his oldest child - to torment you further. “-this is Jungkook.” you sigh, waving lazily. She was going to pry into your life until you gave her what she wanted.

“Jung…kook…” she says his name, looking up at the taller man. “Okay.”

Jungkook watches as your niece turns away and skips down the hall.

“Wow she’s-” Jungkook begins.

“Annoying?” you snort, turning towards him.

“I was going to say just like you. So cute.” Jungkook snickers.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

There’s something about the way Jungkook looks right now.

Of course, the hair. The cut looks amazing on him and somehow appears even hotter than usual. The tattoos and piercings are always a plus - but that wasn’t it.

Jungkook’s holding your nephew. He’s only one and in the stage that he’s learning how to walk. Your mother and father are chatting amongst each other and your brother and you had just got done having a heated debate about if tomato was a fruit or a vegetable.

Somehow, your niece managed to sit directly beside Jungkook and talk his ear off about everything and nothing at the same time, and the man appeared entirely too intrigued about her meaningless conversation. And with how interested his sister looked with Jungkook, only made your nephew be, as well, crawling over and demanding to be picked up and sat in his lap.

Maybe that was it - the way Jungkook looked holding your nephew. He wasn’t a baby, but he looked smaller than he truly was in Jungkook’s arms. He appears utterly content being held by the stranger and Jungkook allows him to play with the rings on his fingers while he listens to your niece talk.

You glance away from the scene for a moment to collect your thoughts, grumbling something under your breath.

“He must really like you.” your mother’s words have you coming back to reality. “He doesn’t really like being held.”

You frown at the sight of Jungkook and your nephew now because it was causing a weird pull in your heart that has your mind racing at what in the world it could be.

Your brother and you make eye contact, both knowing where your mother was going with this.

“Do you want kids, Jungkook?”

You groan with a roll of your eyes. “Mother-”

“Yes, I do.” Jungkook answers immediately. He bounces your nephew on his leg, his hand being tugged by the toddler. “Maybe two one day.”

Don’t entertain her, you want to tell Jungkook. Your mother would never stop digging deeper and asking more questions.

“Oh, really? When do you two-”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there.” you intervene, body flushing with heat. You take a sip of your water before continuing. “Mother, please.”

To your mother, the sooner you and Jungkook started a family, the better. She was growing to like him and that meant that she would be pushing the act of marriage and having children with you more often - even before you finished college.

“I’m just saying,” your mother is quick to defend herself. “Jungkook looks like he’s amazing with children.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook because now you were never going to hear the end of this.

Your brother is amused with the interaction as it reminds him when he was in your shoes with his current wife that his mother had adored similarly to Jungkook.

“I’ll have to ask Y/N to marry me first.” Jungkook chuckles. “Getting her to be my girlfriend was a challenge alone.”

“Good luck getting me to say yes.” you grumble, crossing your arms. You try to be as offish as you could be to get the thoughts out of your head - the thoughts of Jungkook holding a cute baby that possibly looked exactly like him.

A baby with big doe eyes…

A baby with squishy cheeks…

A baby with a wide toothless grin smiling up at you…

Oh fuck, you think. This feeling couldn’t be baby fever. That could not be what you were feeling while watching Jungkook and your nephew - surely not. The last thing you ever wanted was a child - especially not with him. No, you need to push out all the thoughts of that. There’s no way you’d imagine how good of a father Jungkook would be; how attentive and kind and loving -

You want to gag and your eyes glare at the culprit - Jungkook’s eyes already on you and his lips twitching upward as if he knows what you’re thinking right now.

“Fuck Jeon Jungkook.” you say aloud accidently, fully intending on saying it in your mind and hoping it would telepathy transfer to the man.

“Y/N!” Jungkook only laughs as your mother goes to scold you, your brother following suit.

“Y/N, I have to buy it for her!” Jungkook pleads with wide eyes. “She called me Uncle!”

“Can’t you tell she’s playing you?” you sigh with a shake of your head. “She’s 8. She doesn’t even call me her aunt.”

“Maybe if you bought her a Barbie dream house she would.” Jungkook says, turning his phone around to show you said dream house your niece had asked for at dinner.

You blink a few times to process Jungkook’s words and then you shake your head once more. “You already bought it, didn’t you?” you ask suspiciously. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, your eyes widen. “You’re unbelievable. How could you let a child play you?”

Jungkook places his phone onto his bed and follows you into the bathroom. “But she called me Uncle…” he trails off.

“She did that because she knows how soft you are.” you roll your eyes, kicking off your clothes and begin to turn on the shower. “She already has one.”

Jungkook isn’t fazed. “I know. She told me.” he says. “But this one is bigger.”

You should have known Jungkook would fall victim to your niece. She could be sweet when she wanted to, and cutesy. Of course, that was before she ran your pockets dry with whatever doll, dollhouse or slime she desired.

And all she had to do was call Jungkook uncle - she could smell the weak ones a mile away.

“When we have a daughter, Y/N, you can’t be jealous when I buy her things.” Jungkook says jokingly - it’s only done to get a reaction out of you.

You turn around hastily to glare at Jungkook, body heating up. “I’m not-”

“I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say.” Jungkook interrupts. “Let’s take a shower without you denying me our future.”

Jungkook proceeds to strip as you enter the shower and goes to do the same. “Does the water have to be this hot?” he murmurs.

“Yes.” you respond without saying anything further. If he wanted to shower with you it was something he was going to have to deal with.

Jungkook stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. He begins to rub them, enjoying how close he gets to be to you. “You have work tomorrow?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah.” you respond, eyes fluttering close. The water burns heavenly against your skin as Jungkook’s hands work on your shoulders. “I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t have to.” Jungkook suggests, working his hands to your neck. “We can just stay in bed together.”

You snort. “There you go again trying to get me to leave my job.”

“You constantly talk about the co-worker twice your age arguing with you.”

“Because,” you turn around so fast that Jungkook flinches. “the bitch had the nerve to tell me that I was wrong when I was told to stock the shelves!”

The water is burning Jungkook’s skin and he contemplates if he should have showered with you today - but nonetheless, he places his hands back onto your shoulders, you now facing him.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods quickly, because if he didn’t then you’d revert your anger towards him for losing track of what you were saying. “Fuck her. I bet she’s just jealous of you.” it’s always safer to agree with you than disagree.

Your shoulders relax and you close your eyes. Jungkook watches you, just wondering how your body can stand such hot water trailing down your skin.

Naked skin…

Such soft naked skin, gentle to the touch. Warm skin that he loves touching and rubbing…

“Is that your dick against my thigh?” you ask without opening your eyes because you know the answer.

“I can’t help it.” Jungkook quips. “You look so beautiful…” he trails off, slightly embarrassed that it doesn’t take long for him to get hard.

You open your eyes and look at Jungkook, blinking away the droplets of water. You would usually say something snarky - how obsessed he was with you. But in the end, you and he already knew as such - and he would always agree with your words.

So instead, you smile - a genuine smile that has Jungkook’s cheeks burning and his cock hardening even more.

“You’re so cute.” you tell Jungkook, placing your hands on his chest. You rub up and past his shoulders, to his neck and then his cheeks. You gently pull on them. “So, so, cute.”

“I’m a man.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he allows you to tease him as much as you’d like. “Men can’t be cute.”

“Sure they can.” you snort. “You’re cute.” you place your hands on his shoulders once more. “Like a little puppy always humping my leg.”

Jungkook releases a deep laugh at your words. He brings you closer to him, wrapping you into an embrace.

“I got you a gift.” you say after a few moments of being in Jungkook’s arms. “I hid it under the bed since you don’t look under there often.”

Jungkook hums. “You got me a gift?” he asks. “I wasn’t expecting one.”

“Of course you weren't.” you retort. “You always buy me things…I figured I should get you a little christmas gift.” you say, suddenly nervous.

Jungkook nods his head. “Thank you.” he murmurs. “I got you something-”

“You have to be kidding me.” you groan, pushing away from him slightly. “I told you not to buy-”

“I didn’t!” Jungkook shakes his head hastily, chuckling at your reaction. You had insisted on Jungkook not wasting any more money during the holiday season - even if he never truly listened to you. “I actually made you something.”

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. Jungkook’s not lying, you note. “Made me something…?” you’re skeptical of what Jungkook had made you. He’s artistic you know, very creative in his own right - it was one of the reasons as to why you got him the gift you did. “Thank you.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “My mom’s convinced that I’ll have you running away soon if I don’t treat you right.”

“You treat me just right.” Jungkook hums, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I know how to handle you.”

Jungkook’s hands hold your waist.

“Besides, I promised your mother that I’ll give her adorable grandchildren-”

“You always know how to ruin the moment, huh?” you grumble.

“Don’t be like that, baby. I saw the look in your eyes…” Jungkook turns you around, your back to him. He holds you close against his body, hands roaming your own. “...I know baby fever when I see it.”

“Fuck you.” you hiss - that comes off more like a moan. Jungkook’s hands are now groping your breast in his hands, the hot water burning your skin and causing even more arousal to run through you.

“It’s okay to admit, baby. I think I’d be a hot dad.” Jungkook jokes, his lips on your neck. “But that won’t happen until after we’re married.”

“As if I’d say yes.”

“You will.” Jungkook hums, teeth grazing the skin of your neck. “That won’t be until we’re both ready, though. Until then…”

Jungkook’s hand trails between your legs, fingers rubbing gently onto your clit. His free hand places itself onto your neck to lean your head back against him. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” you moan, Jungkook’s fingers twirling around your clit. He forces your legs apart so he can feel even more of you. “You are, too.”

“Pretty?” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “Thank you.”

“...’want you.” you moan, your hand gripping his wrist. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“You’re always impatient.” Jungkook snorts.

“We still have the entire night.” you say, removing Jungkook’s fingers from your clit. You bring Jungkook’s hand towards your lips and bring his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls onto his fingers, knowing that the act would drive Jungkook wild.

Jungkook groans and without warning, presses you to the shower wall. You yelp at feeling the cold tile, but don’t complain. You just needed Jungkook inside of you now.

“You’re so pretty.” Jungkook whimpers, entering his cock inside of you. “So perfect for me.”

Your hands hold onto the tile walls for support as Jungkook goes deeper into you.

Jungkook shudders, one hand on your waist and the other above your hand on the wall. He starts slow, enjoying the way your pussy takes him so good. There’s something about how tight you always are that drives him crazy - how wet and warm and willing you are for him. He could never get tired of it.

“Feels so good.” you whimpered and it’s enough for Jungkook to pick up the pace.

“Yeah?” Jungkook presses his lips against your shoulder blades. “I love the way you feel.”

Jungkook plunges deeper inside of you, his only thought right now was to cum and make you cum with him.

Jungkook’s teeth lightly bite down on your shoulder blade, short breaths releasing from his lips. He places his fingers back onto your clit - he loves giving you double the pleasure.

You bite your lips hard - fuck Jeon Jungkook and his hands never staying off of your clit. He always made it difficult for you to remain snippy with him, especially when he fucks you so good.

As for Jungkook, his fingers never cease their rubbing. There’s something about your moans that often sets him off - to always want to pleasure you until the very end of it all.

Jungkook thrusts into you a little harder; more needily. Over the sound of the running shower water, Jungkook’s thrust is heard. Skin slapping echo throughout the bathroom, the burning sensation of the water he has since grown accustomed to.

“My pretty girl,” Jungkook breaths. “I’ll have to propose to you in the middle of fucking you.”

“Shut-” your words are interrupted with Jungkook removing his cock out of you to crash right back inside, pressing you firmly against the wall.

“Eventually you’d admit just how much you like me, baby. But I’ll never be going away.”

“S-Shut up.” you hiss against the wall, feeling Jungkook’s palm tighten its hold onto your hand. “I do like you.”

Jungkook snorts. “I know, baby.” is all he says before he continues to ram deep inside of you, his focus now fully on cumming - the quicker he did, the quicker he and you could do this again later.

Your walls, so humid and velvety, are preparing to milk him for everything - and he was preparing to give them to you. They twitch around his cock so lovingly and he knows you want him to cum in you like he always does.

“Please,” you whimper, pussy clenching tightly around his cock that Jungkook couldn't help but choke. “please cum in me.”

Jungkook doesn’t know when the last time you begged him to cum in you in such a way, but that didn’t matter to him. He was going to give you what you wanted like he always did; it never took much convincing. He closes his eyes, mind wandering in how full he could make you with his cum.

How beautiful you’d look full of his cum…

How your skin would have a flushed glow to it…

How perfect you would look with a rounded stomach…

“Fuck…!” Jungkook cums the hardest he’s ever had, surprised with himself at his own thoughts of you. He twitches, unable to let you go and fully unaware that his hand that once cupped your waist instead cupped your stomach.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook thinks himself.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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Peaches & Cream | Masterlist

➪ Pairing: jungkook x female reader

➪ Synopsis: You're his Peaches and he is your Pretty boy. It's all very simple until the fear of commitment kicks in. How does one maintain a safe distance when it's Jungkook? The gestures might be sweet and naive but the heat between us is almost suffocating.

➪ Genre: college love, strangers to friends to lovers, undefined relationship, commitment issues, fear of abandonment, angst, slow burn, plot twist

➪ W/c: 31.5k

➪ Playlist (Spotify) *Note: There are 17 songs, one for each chapter

➪ Sequel: Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye

Chapter 1: The Night Before I Met You - 1.9k

Chapter 2: Hey Flip Flops - 1.4k

Chapter 3: Nursing Buddies - 1.3k

Chapter 4: Let Me Make It Up To You - 1.2k

Chapter 5: Fever - 1.4k

Chapter 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight - 1.6k

Chapter 7: Clinging Onto Me - 1.6k

Chapter 8: Safe Escape - 1.6k

Chapter 9: Almost Had You - 1.6k

Chapter 10: Scavenger Hunt - 2.3k

Chapter 11: Tell Me To Stop - 2k

Chapter 12: Purple Marks - 1.7k

Chapter 13: Company - 1.5k

Chapter 14: Mental Picture - 1.8k

Chapter 15: You Don't Want Me? - 2.6k

Chapter 16: Peaches and Cream - 2.7k

Chapter 17: Ruin Our Friendship - 2.9k

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moonlightspencie · 27 days

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darling, i fancy you

Description: James Potter is in his second year of university. He's with his friends, having the time of his life! His only problem... a horrible, evil, beautiful, wonderful girl who doesn't seem to return the feelings he's developing for her. His dramatics and flirtatious antics usually work. He just can't quite figure out how to hook this girl.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: drinking, idiots to lovers, reader is described as american in one line because what is fanfiction if not a bit of self-service on occasion

Word Count: 8.2k

Coming into his second year of university was supposed to be fun. He was no longer jittery or nervous about classes since he’d already been there and done that for a full year. Besides, he was James Potter. Of course he had gotten down the routines like they were nothing to him. It was easy as pie. Now, as he brimming with confidence, he was looking forward to seeing old friends, and meeting new ones. It seemed bright and exciting: and it was, so far!

Until his second day.

James walked into his final Thursday afternoon class and sat in a seat near the front. He might enjoy goofing off here and there, but he’d be damned if he was going to do any less than stellar in his classes. The class filled fairly quickly, seats being taken all around him. He barely noticed when a girl sat in the seat next to him as he pulled out a notebook and a pen. Until he turned with a small smile that melted off his face as quickly as it arrived.

“Great,” he grumbled under his breath.

She looked in the direction of the utterance curiously, blissfully unaware that one of the last few open seats, and the one she just had to choose, was right next to James Potter.

“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly, shaking her head. “I suppose you’re going to try to get me to convince my roommate to fall in love with you again, yeah?”

“Not after last time.”

She scoffed a laugh. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re selfish and don’t care about the happiness and general wellbeing of others.”

“Right. As if your happiness should be my number one priority,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

James turned his head to her abruptly, feeling quite put off that she’d say such a thing. Him, insufferable? He thought it might do her some good to do a bit of self reflection, and had told her as much last year. It didn’t do any good, obviously, considering she was still just as irritating as ever.

“She’s dating someone anyway. So you’re out of luck,” she said, seeming quite pleased with herself.

James was annoyed again. “Dating someone? Great. That could’ve been me if you weren’t so horrible, and now I’ve got to wait until they inevitably break up to—”

“She’s dating a girl, so good luck with that plan of yours, Potter.”

James blinked in surprise. He supposed he never exactly saw Lily with a boy before. But… But he liked her so she couldn’t possibly be interested in girls. What a silly notion, he thought.

“You’re sure?”

She stared at him for a moment. “Uh… yeah. Pretty sure.”

James hummed in thought. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know until summer,” she shrugged. “She came out to me shortly before she told me she’d been asked out by her current girlfriend.”

“How odd.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

His eyes widened. “No! Not like that. I just… I didn’t realize. I just assumed—”

“Careful how you phrase things, maybe,” she said, looking at him a little suspiciously.

He nodded quickly. “Right.”

He fell silent for a moment. A few blissful seconds that she basked in. Until he opened his mouth again.

“I just…” he said, then sighed. He thought for a couple seconds. “I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to win someone over before. And this seems pretty bleak for me, doesn’t it?”

She snorted a laugh, nodding. “Yeah. More than bleak, I’d say.”

James smiled a little, then internally scolded himself. There was no reason to laugh at a joke a girl like her made. How terrible. He was better than that. He straightened in his seat, determined to ignore her now that he really had no use for her with his precious Lily too far out of reach for even him to pull in, all things considered. He pouted for a bit, feeling terribly sorry for himself as the class started. He took his notes, of course, but not without sighing every five minutes or so.

“Can you cut that out?”

James looked offended again, glancing at the girl.

“Cut what out?” he whispered back.

“The constant sighing. It’s irritating.”

“I’m upset.”

She rolled her eyes, going back to taking notes. He fell silent, but only for a few seconds.

“You try finding out the girl you’re in love with is gay.”

“For me, that would actually work out.”

James rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Get over it,” she said after a beat.

He glared at her, then went back to his notes. Again, really only for a few seconds.

“Wait. Are you gay, too?”

“So what if I am? That’s not really your business, is it?”

“I— Maybe not. But I’m curious,” James said, looking at her.

“Stop talking.”

“I just wanna know.”

“You sound like a child,” she sighed, exasperated. “You’re distracting me.”

James gave her one more sour look before turning back to his notes. He was feeling quite annoyed now. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily ‘his business’ what her sexuality was, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Why was that his fault? He couldn’t quite figure it out. He waited until the class ended this time to turn to her again.

“I don’t mean to intrude—”

“I’m sure you will, though,” she stated.

James sighed. “You’re so difficult. I’m only curious. I don’t mean anything by it.”

She huffed a breath, then looked at him straight on. He raised his brows in question, hoping she might answer if he tried looking innocent enough. She shook her head.

“It’s a bit of a rude question, you know?”

“How?” he asked, feeling a little offended.

“It’s personal.”

“Well I—“ James started to argue, though his voice died. His eye twitched slightly as he thought about it for a few seconds. “Okay. I guess… I guess that makes sense. I just thought it was, like, knowing your hair color or something like that.”

“Personally, it’s something I usually only discuss with my friends. Not with a strange boy who I’ve only spoken to when he decided he liked my roommate.”

“That’s mean.”

“We aren’t friends.”

“It’s still mean,” James said, standing up with his bag.

She did the same.

“It’s honest.”

James pouted a little. “I’m only trying to make conversation.”

She looked at him for a moment, and he looked right back, his hand on the strap of his bag. He quirked a brow when she was silent for a second.

“I’ll see you around,” she said at last, not unkindly, but definitely not in a friendly manner.

Of course, James had to relay this ridiculous interaction to his roommates when he got back to his flat. He sprawled out on the couch, his hand flipping off the side to touch the floor and his cheek pressed against the cushions.

“She’s evil. There’s something in her that isn’t right. I’m sure of it.”

Sirius furrowed his brow. He’d been hearing about James’s plights with this woman since last year. It always seemed that his buttons got pushed so easily by her, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder how on earth James kept getting himself into these situations

He sighed softly, leaning back into the armchair to the left of James, a hand running through his long, dark hair before settling over his face.

“You’ve been dramatic plenty of times before, Prongs, but this might be a new height you’ve climbed to,” Sirius said, his voice slightly muffled through his hand.

“Mm. Not quite evil to keep that sort of thing to yourself. I don’t run around campus advertising that I’m queer,” Remus added, walking into the living room with a cup of tea.

Remus settled on the ground near Sirius’s chair, leaning his back into the arm of it as he stretched his long legs out. He did plan on doing so on the couch, but it seemed that James had beaten him to it with his dramatics.

“That’s not what I mean,” James groans. “It’s how she acted. I don’t care if she keeps that to herself, but she didn’t have to be so mean to me. It’s like she delights in making me feel stupid.”

Peter laughed from the chair across the way from Sirius’s. “It’s not always hard to do.”

James scowled at the boy, but before he could say something back, Sirius sighed loudly.

“James. Just back off of the girl.”

James turned to Sirius. “What do you mean?”

“If you ignore her, she’ll ignore you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because she probably finds you just as irritating as you find her,” Remus says pointedly.

“You guys are supposed to be on my side,” James says.

His friends all exchange a look, then stare back at him.

Sirius leans forward on his chair to come to eye-level with James.

“James. You are like a brother to me. I love you dearly. But leave the poor girl alone before she hits you.”

James buried his face in the couch cushion and groaned loudly in protest. Maybe they were right, but he didn’t have to like it. He knew he was being dramatic and probably a bit annoying, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t met someone who got under his skin so easily in a long time, and he didn’t like it. After a few minutes, he lifted his head, looking at his friends. He didn’t like to upset them, and he was afraid if he kept this up, that he might do just that.

“You guys want to go get dinner on me?” he offered.

They smiled, Sirius in particular shaking his head at his friend in amusement. James felt a little better then as he scrambled off the couch.

James’s first encounter with the girl of his dreams, who he begrudgingly accepted no longer could be, happened a few days later. He walked into a café just off of campus to get a little fuel for his first essay of the semester when he saw a familiar head of red hair. His first instinct, of course, was to rush her with a smile and that classic Potter-charm of his… but then he deflated.

There she was: the wretched girl who had stolen his dear Lily from him. He looked sour for a moment, then sighed, shrugging it off internally. He supposed that he couldn’t really be mad since he wasn’t also a girl, so Lily wouldn’t like him no matter what.

But if he was, he was determined he’d be very upset about the whole ordeal.

He sat down at a table across the small coffee shop, inadvertently staring at Lily and her girlfriend. He had to admit: the girl she was dating was very pretty. And they did seem happy together. But it was still a little bit annoying. He hardly paid attention to someone approaching with his drink until he heard an unfortunately-familiar voice.

“I would tell you that a picture would last longer, but I don’t think I can condone borderline-stalking my roommate,” the girl said, setting his latte down in front of him.

He looked up at her in a bit of surprise. She just seemed to pop up everywhere.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

She looked down at her apron, then back at him with a puzzled expression.

“I— I work here?” she stated, shaking her head a bit. “Thought you may have gathered that from me bringing you your drink and wearing an apron.”

He deadpanned, unamused. “I just didn’t expect to see you here is all. It’s like you’re everywhere.”

“It’s been like a week and half and we’ve seen each other twice,” she said, huffing a breath at his dramatics. “Anyway. Is there anything else you need, besides maybe a magazine or a blindfold?”

“Why would I need those?” he asked, immediately annoyed.

She pointedly looked at Lily and her girlfriend, then back at James. He made a face of realization, then chuckled a little despite his better judgment.

“Oh. No. I’ll stop staring, I’m just…”

She paused waiting for him to finish, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. She nodded slowly after a beat.

“Well… it’s been a pleasure as always.”

James nodded, but then he leaned forward to grab her wrist. “Wait.”

She turned around, giving him a look that told him to let go immediately.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, dropping her wrist. “Just wanted to ask if you got that western civilization assignment done for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday.”

He raised a brow. “Yeah. It’s a Tuesday-Thursday class.”

She paused, looking a little lost. “What?”

“It’s on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The assignment is supposed to be done for tomorrow’s class.”

“You’re joking.”

James shook his head. “No. Why would I be?”

“Shit,” she sighed heavily, throwing her head back. “How hard is it to do?”

“Not hard, but it took some time.”

She groaned. “God, I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. Just forgetful, obviously,” James laughed.

She did not look amused. “Right. Well… Fuck. Thanks for the heads up, then.”

James looked quite pleased with himself. He actually got a ‘thank you’ out of her. He nodded quickly.

“What would you do without me?” he smirked.

She glanced at him, looking somehow even more unimpressed. James didn’t like that look.

“I’d have missed one class. Don’t give yourself too much credit.”

James watched her walk off, feeling annoyed once again. It’s like she couldn’t help but ruin his mood every time they talked. He sipped his latte, and suddenly felt more irritated: this might have been one of the best latte’s he’d ever had, and she just had to work there. Great.

He kept his eyes on the girl as she walked back behind the counter, getting started on whatever task came next for her. She seemed to be making some kind of drink. He watched her as she flitted around back there easily, taking note of the way she’d occasionally scrunch her nose in a weak attempt to adjust her glasses as her hands were full. He took in every detail of her outfit that he could see from the other side of the counter: a simple black t-shirt and jeans that looked annoyingly good on her. Like it wasn’t enough to be irritating all the time, she had to be pretty, too. How was he supposed to just ignore her completely? He scoffed to himself at Sirius’s stupid advice as he sipped at his drink again.

That same thought snuck into his head as she walked into class the next day, dropping into that same seat right next to him. He took note of her slightly messy hair, and the crewneck sweatshirt that hung on her a little loosely. He looked at her nails as she pulled out her laptop, smiling a little at the baby blue that was painted on them. He liked blue quite a lot. He was in the middle of looking at the minimal makeup on her face, especially the gloss on her lips, when she just had to interrupt him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“None of your business,” he replied quite defensively.

“You’re staring at me. It feels like my business, Potter.”

He rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to be so difficult? It’s like she had fun making him feel like an idiot.

“I wasn’t staring. I was observing.”

She sighed, softly, shaking her head as she went back about her business, logging into her laptop. He tried really hard to remember what Sirius had told him and just ignore her as well as he could, but it wasn’t exactly his fault that she had a photo of herself and some guy on her computer.

“I thought you were gay?” he said curiously.

She turned her head to him slowly, and if he thought she looked at him like he was stupid before, it was nothing compared to how she looked now.

“What?”

“I thought you said you were gay,” he clarified, though it made nothing clearer for her. He pointed at her laptop background, “but, there’s a boy with you on your computer.”

“I never said I was gay. I said it wasn’t your business if I was or not.”

“But you must not be if you have a boyfriend.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “That’s my brother, nosey. And I’m not gay.”

“Thought you said that wasn’t my business?”

“I’m going to slap you.”

“That’s what Sirius said,” James replied, though it was mostly to himself.

She snorted once. “Your friends are telling you you’re gonna get hit by someone?”

“By you,” he corrected.

Now, this piqued her interest. She looked at him curiously.

“Your friends tell you that I am going to slap you? Why?”

“I told them we don’t really get along. Sirius thinks I should just ignore you.”

“You’re doing a shit job of it,” she laughed a little.

He wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn’t help but smile a bit back at her. She had a nice laugh. He thought to himself that maybe he’d like to hear it more. It would certainly be better than the grating sound of her always being annoyed with him.

“Can’t help it if I’m curious.”

“You can help if you’re peering over my shoulder at my personal laptop.”

“I’d hardly call it peering. Plus you have a large screen, it’s easy to see.”

She cracked another small smile against her better judgment, and decided on ignoring him the rest of the class. It didn’t work. At all.

“So…” James started up when the professor decided on padding the rest of the class time with an ‘opportunity’ to get a headstart on the next assignment. “Did you end up finishing that assignment that was due today.”

“Clearly.”

James furrowed his brow. “Huh? How is that clear?”

“I’m a mess. I look like I just rolled out of bed, because I practically did in order to finish the assignment today before the rest of my classes. I haven’t even been in my apartment since like eight this morning.”

James still looked on in a bit of confusion, glancing over at her again, taking in her appearance. Sure, she wasn’t extremely put together, but she still looked pretty. James, ever the one to speak exactly what’s on his mind, decided on telling her that.

“I think you look really pretty today.”

She swallowed once, looking at him in a moment of mild shock. She usually wasn’t one to clam up around anyone, but she certainly was now, and James took notice.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything…”

“No. No, it isn’t that. I just…” she trailed off, then shook her head. “Nevermind. Just… work on your assignment. It’s what we’re meant to be doing anyways.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry,” James nodded, feeling a little bad now that he’d apparently made her uncomfortable.

Though, as much as it was a sense of discomfort that she felt at his compliment, there was also much more to it. Not that she would ever tell him that. No, it was much worse than the normal annoyance she felt for the boy when he looked her up and down and gave her that sweet smile. It was terrible and evil and made her face a bit warm. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his cheek smushed in his hand nearly making her smile being all the more evidence: she was developing a crush on James Potter.

James was in the process of waking up on a cold Saturday morning in early October. Usually he’d be able to pull himself out of bed somewhat easily, only really needing a good shower to get his blood pumping for the day ahead. The ‘process’ part came into play as a rare, true hangover made him feel both dizzy and like a rock stuck in bed.

He wasn’t a stranger to a late night of drinking with his friends, or a party here and there while he was at school. Even in his highschool days, he would sometimes sneak out from under his parents’ watchful eyes with Sirius to go live it up for a night. But it rarely resulted in an actual hangover. Sometimes a headache, occasionally he’d throw up before bed, but this? This was hell on earth. He was convinced. It certainly didn’t help that he hardly remembered past drink number seven the night prior. He decided on not letting the frat boys fill his cup anymore.

After an hour of laying in bed, he finally decided that it might be time to at least try to join the world of the living. He rolled off of his mattress, shuffling into the bathroom to take a cool shower. He effectively did as much, only having to bend over the toilet bowl to empty his stomach twice! He was quite proud of himself for that, considering he felt nauseous the entirety of the shower. He stumbled back into his room, haphazardly drying off his body and hair before slipping into a sweater, jeans, and a warm coat. He slipped on his boots, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door. He thought that maybe his favorite cafe would have something to lift his spirits and fill his now-empty stomach. He also thought that maybe a certain girl might be working. That would definitely lift his spirits.

He walked into the cafe around 11am, finding it surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. He had started making a habit of visiting the place probably more often than he needed to. He knew the usual flow at this point.

He frowned when his favorite table was taken, and ended up dropping into a seat near the back by a window after he had ordered. He sat his order number marker on the table, and waited for a familiar face to show. He started to smile when he saw his coffee and a chocolate pastry being set in front of him, but it dropped as he looked up to see a less familiar man. He thanked him anyway, despite the fact that he was quite disappointed. He picked at his pastry, and sipped his drink, letting the carbs and caffeine make him feel a bit like a human being again after such a rough night. He decided to stick around for a while after he finished both, just sitting and thinking. He always liked being alone with his thoughts, but they seemed to flow a little better with the hum of something in the background. A cafe full of people did the trick for the day. After an hour or so of staring out the window, he decided he could use another cup of coffee.

He went to wait to order behind a small line of people, fiddling on his phone until he was finally called up to order next. A smile grew on his face when he saw who was taking orders now.

“Hi!” he said to her cheerily.

“Oh. James. Hi,” she said, a little surprised to see him. “What can I get you?”

“You weren’t here earlier. I got here a little past 11, and some guy brought me my drink.”

“Yeah. I just got in at 12. So… what do you want to drink?”

James ignored her question with another smile. “How long are you working today? Don’t you normally come in earlier?”

“Five hour shift today,” she said with a small sigh. “I just didn’t start early this time.”

“Oh. Well, it’s good you’re here now. I’d have hated to admit that I might have missed you when I saw you in class on Tuesday.”

She fought a smile at that, determined to remain irritated at him.

“Are you going to order? You’re kind of holding up the line.”

“Right!” he exclaimed suddenly, looking up at the menu as if he didn’t get the same thing every time.

“Do you just want your usual?”

James stilled at that. She knew his normal order? He smiled a bit to himself, trying not to seem too delighted at that fact. But he shook his head quickly, even though that’s exactly what he planned on getting.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“I like the lavender oatmilk latte.”

“Lavender? In coffee?” He made a sour face.

“James,” she said, somewhat shortly as he dawdled.

“I’ll have one of those, then.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. But if it’s gross, I’m blaming you.”

She smirked a little as she shook her head, typing in the order.

“Alright. It’s in,” she said, nodding to the side for him to get out of the way.

“But I didn’t pay.”

“It’s on me,” she replied. But, she continued before he could think it was too sweet, “It’ll get you out of the way faster.”

He nodded, giving her a thanks with a shy smile. He went back to his seat, expecting that same wretched boy to come back out instead of her with his drink. Though it certainly took a long time for him to do so. Just as James was looking over his shoulder to see what was taking so long, he saw that same familiar face coming towards him with a mug of coffee. He smiled up at her as she set down the mug.

“I thought you were on the register.”

“I was.”

“But you just had to come see me, right?”

She scoffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Enough out of you. I came to ask about the test on Tuesday.”

“Oh?” he asked, looking down into the coffee she brought. It didn’t look gross, at the very least, but he still wasn’t sure about lavender in his coffee.

“I can’t find my notes from two weeks ago anywhere. Do you think I could borrow yours by any chance?”

“You want to borrow my notes?”

“You can be an idiot sometimes, but you’re not stupid. Unfortunately, you are actually really smart under that…” she gestures vaguely at him. “You know. Your whole vibe.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed, pouting a little.

“It’s a compliment.”

“Still mean. I thought you Americans were supposed to be nice.”

“I think you’re thinking of Canada, but I mean it in a nice way.”

He huffed a small sigh, tilting his head as he looked up at her. She tried not to look at him for too long, sure she’d start grinning for real this time. Why did he have to be so handsome? And so annoying. And ridiculously charming. She merely quirked a brow at his silent tantrum, waiting for him to speak again.

“I guess. You can have my notes, but you have to come get them from me at my apartment.”

“You can’t just email them to me?”

He smiled. “Nope. I take ‘em on paper. You can come get them.”

“It would be easier to take a photo of them.”

“I want my roommates to have to meet the girl who hates me so much anyways. They’ve been dying to properly see you without me having to point you out across campus.”

“You talk about me a lot?” she asks with a little smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Enough,” he smiles at her brightly. “Come on. Just humor me.”

“I don’t have your address,” she argued weakly.

He laughed a bit at that. God, she was adorable when she was being difficult.

“Give me your phone, then.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to put my address in. And my phone number so I don’t always have to try to catch you here or in class when I want to talk to you.”

“Who says I want to talk to you?”

“I think you secretly like me.”

“I think you’re annoying.”

“I think you secretly like me, even though I’m annoying. You’re trying to tell me I’m not a delight to be around?”

She sighed softly, clinging hard onto that small sliver of irritation, even if it didn’t do much good against the boy. She pulled out her phone, unlocking it and handing it over to him. She watched as he typed in all his information, and even took a cheesy little selfie for his contact photo.

“No, no, no…” she said, trying to take her phone back when he started messaging himself.

He put out his arm with a giddy grin, blocking her from getting the phone back as he continued on his path with the other hand.

“How else was I meant to get your number?” he giggled, hitting send and handing the device back to her. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be the only one with the option to contact me. If you were the only one of us who could text, we’d never get the ball rolling on a proper friendship.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend,” she snorted once, pocketing her phone again. “You’re a nuisance.”

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?” He ignored her poor insult. “To get the notes, I mean.”

She fell quiet for a moment before begrudgingly nodding. “Yeah. I’ll see you then. When will you be home?”

“For you? All day.”

She rolled her eyes again, but she couldn’t help but fight a warmth in her cheeks as she turned to get back to work.

As it turned out, much like she was suspecting, letting James put his number in her phone, and consequently exchanging numbers, was a horrific idea. It seemed that every time she went to check her phone, even if it was the middle of the night, he had something to say. Whether it be an actual message or just a strange meme he found online, he was constantly sending her texts. She was convinced he was testing out a kind of exposure therapy. That maybe, in his head, if he kept bugging her all hours of the day she would learn not to act so annoyed by him. To his merit, he was mostly right. But it helped that she was harboring a secret crush on him to begin with.

James, on the other hand, was getting non-stop reprimands from his friends. Every time he pulled his phone out and started typing, they’d groan in annoyance, knowing exactly who he was trying to talk to.

“Mate, you’ve got to lay off the poor girl,” Remus grumbled softly, his head dropping onto the back of the couch when he clocked James texting her in the middle of a movie night with the boys.

“I just thought she might think this movie is good. I’m recommending it,” James shrugged a little, still typing away.

“She probably doesn’t care,” Peter said casually.

“Shut up, Pete,” James huffed, setting his phone down. Though he left it up to make sure he’d see exactly when she texted back. “It’s funny. She likes funny stuff.”

“You’ve got it bad, Prongs,” Sirius shook his head as he came back into the living room from his brief excursion to the bathroom. Remus pulled him right back into his lap as he came out, hugging him tightly.

James looked at them, making a disgusted face and groaning.

“You guys aren’t allowed to talk about me when you’re always clinging onto each other like that.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sirius smirked.

“Maybe I am! I have to watch you two cuddling all the time, all in love. It’s sickening,” James crossed his arms as he looked back at the television. “I shouldn’t have to watch that and hear about how I shouldn’t text a girl I fancy.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look. Remus then set his sights on James with a raised brow.

“So you fancy her now, do you?”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying,” Remus chuckled. “When we started the school year you said she was evil. Now you fancy her.”

“She is evil. She doesn’t like me back,” James sighed dramatically, slumping in his seat. “I don’t get it. Girls loved me in high school. Then all of a sudden we’re at uni, and the first girl I like turns out to be a lesbian and the second one thinks I’m annoying.”

“Poor boy,” Sirius cooed at his dear friend jokingly. “You’ll find one soon. Maybe she just isn’t the one for you.”

“But I want her to be! It isn’t fair. She probably doesn’t like English boys at all. I bet that’s what it is.”

“What?” Remus asked incredulously.

“She’s from the States. I bet she only likes, like… farmers or surfers or something stupid.”

That earned a laugh from his friends, brushing off his dramatics as usual. James merely pouted to himself as he watched the movie until his phone buzzed next to him. He grabbed it like his life depended on it when he saw who the notification was from, smiling like a giddy child as he read the message.

“alright. thanks for the rec, I’ll check it out :)”

He giggled a little to himself. “She sent me a smiley face! You guys think that actually made her smile? I bet it did.”

His friends merely sighed, ignoring him again since he wouldn’t have listened to their response anyways as he typed away.

“Maybe we could watch it together some time! I think my friends would really like you. They didn’t get to know you well enough last time they saw you since it was only a couple of minutes. You should come over!! :)”

He sent the message, but as soon as the excitement calmed down a smidge, he sent another message.

“If you want to, of course. I don’t want to pressure you. But I do want to hang out with you. I think you’ll like me if you decided to stop hating me lol”

“Sorry, that sounded weird”

“I just mean that we could be good friends, I think. You’re funny and cool, and I’m also funny and cool. It’s like we’re made for each other haha!”

“I don’t mean it like that. You know what I mean, yeah?”

“Fuck, mate, you writing a novel over there?” Sirius laughed with wide eyes, looking at the phone in James’s hands.

“I keep fucking up and sending weird stuff,” he groaned. “Trying to do damage control.”

“Not much damage control to do when she already talks to you in person,” Sirius retorts with a smirk.

“Shove off, Pads.”

His phone buzzed again.

“right lol. maybe sometime? do you plan on talking through the whole thing though? you tend to be a motormouth, you know lmao”

He let out a breath of relief, smiling to himself again when he saw that he didn’t screw things too badly.

“I’ll be quiet during all the important parts at least. Promise!”

He waited for a moment, staring at the screen as a little text bubble popped up almost immediately.

“maybe then, yeah. i’ll let you know next time i’m getting too happy with my peace and quiet. or the next time lils and her girlfriend are making out in front of me again”

He laughed softly, ignoring the looks he was getting from the others as he texted the girl. They were all in happy relationships, they certainly were not allowed to judge him for being excited to be speaking to somebody cute.

“Might not be much better with Sirius and Remus here, but misery loves company, right?”

“Those are two of my mates you met when you picked up those notes a while back, btw. In case you forgot their names.”

“They’re dating now.”

He waited patiently, not even paying an ounce of attention to the movie still playing. Besides, if he was going to watch it with her again some time soon, who cares if he missed a bit of it?

“good for them, they’re probably super cute together. but yeah, i’ll text you next time then”

James smiled brightly.

“Great!!! I’m looking forward to it! We can order dinner and everything.”

“But not like a date.”

“Unless you wanted it to be lol. Just kidding. We don’t have to do that.”

“But I’ll still buy dinner so you don’t go hungry.”

He waited again as the speech bottle popped up, and frowned a little when it went away. Then, there was a little heart on the first message he sent about ordering in, which, to him, felt like everything.

She was surprised with herself when she was all nerves before going to see James and his friends for that promised movie night. Though, she quickly realized that was incredibly silly.

As she got to know James’s friends, she kind of started understanding why he talked so highly of them. She adored them, and thought it was pretty funny that they always seemed a little bit lovingly exasperated with his antics. She couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how she’d start feeling about him, or if that bothersome crush would never fade into a casual friendship.

The answer seemed to come after Sirius and Remus ran off together after dinner, and Peter left to go hang out with his girlfriend. She didn't expect to find herself opening up to the Potter boy so easily about her past, nor for him to become so serious and thoughtful when talking about his own.

She really didn’t expect for herself to say yes to hanging out with him again. And again. And again.

It’s like he somehow found his way under her skin. She knew he was capable of such a thing from how he was easily able to bug her from their first meeting. It was exasperation at first sight. But the way he charmed his way into her heart was an entirely new kind of annoying. He was all boyish smiles, silly stories, and dramatism… and it was fucking endearing.

But their tipping point came in March.

Much to her chagrin, they had become close friends. They spent a lot of time together, and not just in the classroom or at work. She’d become friends with his friends, and James had become friends with Lily and Marlene after he finally accepted that Lily really wouldn’t ever like him. Though, realistically, he was pretty much over that the second he realized he had feelings for someone else. That slightly-grumpy, highly caffeinated, lovely, hilarious, complaining, sweet, smart, ridiculously difficult angel of a girl.

The girl that made him embarrass himself in front of a party full of people.

He stood with Peter and his girlfriend at a table, chatting as they started sipping on freshly made drinks. James was, admittedly, probably a few too many in. But he couldn’t always exercise impeccable self-control, he decided. So, he stood there, staring at the girl from across the room as she danced with Lily’s girlfriend Marlene with a smile on his face.

“You look ridiculous staring at her like that, mate,” Peter said to James, nudging him lightly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” James snorted, pulling his eyes away from her to smirk at his friend. “Besides, I can stare at my girl all I want.”

“Only she isn’t your girl, James,” Peter reminded him.

“I’d like her to be,” James sighed dreamily, turning his head to look at her again. But this time, a frown overtook his face.

She was now being tapped on the shoulder by some tall, terribly handsome looking guy. James’s stomach lurched a little at the sight. What did this guy think he was doing?

He looked on for a moment as the two talked, growing more and more frustrated. He knew they weren’t together, but that was still his girl. He knew he had to take immediate action. This couldn’t just slide without consequence. James looked around the room almost frantically, trying to figure it out. How could he get all her attention on him instead of that stupid dude hanging off her shoulder?

Aha!

He pushed his cup into Peter’s hand, ignoring his friend questioning what on earth he was doing. He walked, though it was more of a drunken stumble, to the nearest table, clambering up on top of it. He cleared his throat, looking around as more and more people started looking up at him in confusion. Perfect! An audience.

He called her name over the crowd, looking at her intently until she turned to him with wide eyes, shrugging off the other guy that was still trying to get an arm around her. He smiled brightly, though she looked less than amused, shaking her head a little at him.

“I want everyone in this room, and… and everyone forever, everywhere, to know something. I am so, stupidly, madly…” he stopped as he stumbled a little, his foot slipping off of the table’s edge in front of him. “Shit!”

He crashed to the floor, scraping his hand on something on the table as he tried to stop himself from landing too hard on the ground. He winced, both from the tumble to the ground and the pain in his hand. What the hell was so sharp on that table?

“Ow,” he muttered, not even trying to get up yet, rubbing his head a little as he felt quite dizzy.

“James!”

He squinted up with a small, pained smile as her saccharine voice reached his ears as she came rushing over. He groaned a little when she dropped on her knees in front of him, trying to look at his hand. It was bleeding a little bit.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” she mumbled, but he still noticed the worry in her eyes. It made him feel good.

“I’m drunk.”

“Clearly,” she sighed softly, then stood, reaching for his opposite hand. “Come on. Let’s go get you home.”

“I didn’t finish what I wanted–”

“You need to get to bed. You’re a mess, Jamie.”

He smiled a little more at that little nickname. He loved it when she called him that. He agreed instantly to her at that point. How could he say no?

“Okay. Lead the way, mama.”

“...Don’t call me that.”

“Mm,” he shrugged, letting her help him stand up. He hung off of her, practically using her as a human crutch. “You’re so sweet to me.”

She stayed quiet, trying to bring him out of the room of people either staring or laughing at him. It was a miracle she got him home, but she did after a lengthy battle against the sidewalks and stairs. She sat him on his bed, making him stay put as she went to get disinfectant and a bandage for his hand.

He blinked slowly, looking after her with a dopey smile as she left and returned. She sat in front of him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. He barely whined at all when she cleaned off his hand, muttering something about him being a ‘clumsy, ridiculous cunt’. He thought it was cute how she could take care of him so well while still insulting him for being an absolute idiot. He reasoned that at least he would be her idiot.

“Sorry, love,” he mumbled when she finished up with his hand. “But you’re awfully good at this stuff. Maybe I got hurt on purpose just so you’d take care of me.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, practically force-feeding him some water.

He swallowed. “No, I didn’t. But I could have. I like it like this.”

“You like having your hand all fucked up, and a room full of people laughing at you?”

“I like you sitting with me like this. Giving me alllll your attention,” he giggled. “Besides, you’re really pretty when you’re concentrating. I don’t mind getting hurt if it means you’ll do that silly little thing where your tongue sticks out a bit when you’re focusing.”

“You need to go to sleep,” she said softly, fighting a smile.

“But I didn’t finish what I was gonna say on the table.”

“Too late.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Too bad.”

He whined. “Please? That douchebag who was all over you is gonna go right back to it if you go back to the party.”

“I’m not going back to the party. And what do you even mean? What guy?”

“The one who was on you when I got up on the table,” he pouted.

She quirked a brow. “I don’t even know that guy.”

“That’s worse! He’s gonna steal you away!” James exclaimed. “That isn’t fair. I had you first.”

She swallowed once, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I don’t like boys looking at you or… or touching you or talking to you or anything. You were mine first. They need to back off,” he said, getting increasingly irritated. “I don’t care if you think I’m annoying or you don’t like me. Doesn’t mean some other boy gets to just… take you.”

“Slow down,” she said, grabbing his arm. “First of all, I do like you, if not evidenced by us becoming friends the past several months. Second… some dude I don’t even know isn’t gonna come along and ‘take me’. That doesn’t even make sense. Besides…”

“It does make sense! You’re so beautiful, and funny, and caring, and really mean but in a way that is super hot…”

“I don’t want to date some random frat boy, James.”

“But they want to date you!”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“I do! I love you! They shouldn’t get to butter you up and take you away from me, it isn’t fair,” he groaned, tossing himself back onto the pillows.

As a result, he didn’t see her mouth drop open at the accidental confession, nor the way her eyes widened as she looked at him.

“You love me?”

“What?”

“You just said you love me.”

James opens his eyes, though he doesn’t look at her. “...no I didn’t.”

“You’re a shit liar, Jamie. I know what I heard.”

He winced a little. “Well… maybe I do. That’s what I was gonna say on the table, anyway.”

“So you’re brave enough to say it in front of a crowd, but you get scared to admit to it one-on-one?” She snorted a laugh.

“It’s easier to not get rejected right away when we’re around other people. Then at least I could figure out your reaction when you were still far away,” he said meekly, finally looking at her.

“You think I’d reject you?”

“Maybe? You kind of hated me when we first met.”

“And now? Who do I spend every waking moment with, dummy?”

“...me?”

She merely raised her brows, opening her hands in an ‘obviously, dumbass’ kind of gesture. He smiled at her.

“So…?” he asked vaguely.

“So… you love me, huh?”

He merely nodded, looking a little sheepish and still pretty drunk. She was thanking her lucky stars that she was still extremely tipsy as well, or else she probably would’ve passed out from nerves.

“What if I said… like, me too?”

His eyes widened. “You too?”

“Yeah.”

“You love me too? Like, also?”

“Yes, like, also,” she laughed. “I’ve honestly had a crush on you since the second day of classes this year.”

“Really?” He smiled brightly. “Ugh, you’re horrible!”

“What?” she scoffed a laugh.

“You are evil! I’ve been saying it since day one. This whole time I thought I was an idiot for liking you so much, and you had a crush on me?”

“To be fair, I really didn’t want to. You were pretty insufferable,” she chuckled, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face.

“Then what changed for me?”

“Nothing. I just started thinking all of your irritating traits were becoming irritatingly adorable.”

“You think I’m adorable?” He giggled to himself.

“Don’t push your luck, Potter.”

“Don’t call me that. I like it better when you call me Jamie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Makes me all soft and mushy inside.”

“You’re such a sap,” she sighed softly, leaning down over him to kiss his cheek.

He felt his cheeks heat up quickly at the sweet gesture, and even more when she didn’t pull her face away from his. He looked up at her with a soft smile. How could he not have fallen head over heels?

He leaned up slightly, glancing down at her lips before closing his eyes to let her make the first official move. He hoped she’d make that move. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and sparks all over his body when he felt her lips meet his for the first time. He smiled into the kiss, unable to stop himself from it.

He kissed her back, though it was admittedly sloppy with the both of them still fairly inebriated, James being even more so. But to him at the very least, it was perfect.

Against his preference, she pulled away. He pouted, as he usually did when he didn’t get as much attention from her as he’d like.

“You have to promise me something,” she said quietly.

His ears perked up. “Anything.”

“We won’t become annoying like Lily and Marls or Sirius and Remus.”

He grinned. “Does that mean you want to date me?”

“God, you’re dense,” she muttered against his lips, kissing him again with no intention of ever stopping.

#london boy mention ‼️#james potter #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter au #james potter college au #james potter fluff #james potter fic #james potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders fanfiction #marauders au #luna still hates jk

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bangficsx · 8 months

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OVERLOVED

pair : jjk x y/n

genre : roommates to lovers, fake dating, slow burn, smut, fluff, bantering, pining, yearning, college students, aspirant professor jk, aspirant journalist y/n, reader is a child of divorce, both have trust issues, mild angst, sexual exploration, first love, impromptu dates, soulmates.

synopsis : you meet jungkook when you're trying to find another tenant for a spare room in the house you rent a room in, you have to lie to get your landlord to let him stay. Life turns upside down from there.

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#bts #bts smut #bts series #bts stories #bts fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook college au #jeon jeongguk #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jk x reader

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aechawrites · 1 year

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200mph masterlist | jjk

⇒ summary | when two worlds collide, your life begins to change drastically. you had only been viewing the surface of what jungkook does, unaware of truly how dangerous these races can be.

⇒ status | in progress ✎

⇒ pairing | street racer!jungkook x f. reader

⇒ series word count | 11.7k

⇒ genre | strangers to lovers, secret relationship, smut, fluff, angst, romance, series

⇒ warnings | unprotected sex (check chapter for warning, pls be safe!!), alcohol consumption, smoking (cigarettes and weed), racing injuries, secret relationship ( >:) jimin is oblivious), college setting

index

part one: season beginnings

as jungkook begins the new racing season, a face he’s never seen before quickly catches his attention.

part two: focus on me

you find yourself going to another race, and jungkook can’t help but get very jealous.

part three: not like the others

you loved the nights where you could party with your friends, drinking your worries away, but you loved it even more now that you were spending it with jungkook.

part four: happiness and ease

jungkook's crazy about you, but luckily, you're feeling the exact same way.

part five: tell me i’m not crazy

all doubts have been thrown out the window, it’s just you, jungkook, and the overflowing love you two have been holding from each other.

to be continued..

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a/n; this is my first series and i’m so excited to share this with you!! please leave me feedback and let me know if you would like to be included in the taglist. i will hopefully be updating this series at least once a week, but life is unpredictable so bare with me!!!

2023; © aechawrites

#bts #jungkook #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #racing #college #jk #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

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drawballa · 20 days

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Grade "A" Love - Finally Official

FULL COMIC: HERE

#jikook #jikook fanart #jikook college au #bts comic #ITS HAPPENING!! GUYS ITS HAPPENING!#they're boyfies 😭😭😭#also yes... I absolutely drew jk with his shield and shelter hair.... I'm sorry its just so hard to switch between aus like this

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slayerchick303 · 10 months

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Twyla being a dumb bitch- and often making everything worse- brings me so much joy. It is so funny.

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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make you mine · jjk (m)

➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

main masterlist · mym tag · mym jk photo · playlist

pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 37.8k

rating; 18+

content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

a/n; i cannot believe mym is finally here !! this is my proudest piece of work and it is my precious baby so please please give it a LOT of love <3 all sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated and i cannot wait to hear what y’all think of it!! reblog, comment and tell me your thoughts and i will be the happiest person alive thank youuuu ENJOY <3333

ALSO A BIG ASS SHOUTOUT TO @kookingtae FOR HELPING ME WITH BASICALLY THIS WHOLE FIC <333 ur the best and ily thank you sososo much!!

Seoul University.

A university just as big as the one you transferred from in Busan, but somehow way more confusing. You would think most universities work the same way and have a certain similar way of doing things but it seems Busan University was the simple one of the two. The mentors provided to help today’s new students kindly gave you a map of the campus grounds which you were grateful for, otherwise you wouldn’t have made it further than a few feet outside of the auditorium.

If only the map was easy to figure out though.

Annoyed, you confusingly turn and flip the map you received at the end of the introduction class you just had with a bunch of other new students. You try your very hardest to manage the map along with your bag, new books, and other useless stuff you’ve received from the mentors. The longer you stare at the map in your hands, you slowly begin to regret making the decision of transferring in the middle of your college years. You knew transferring from your previous college to here would be difficult and slightly confusing, but you didn’t think you’d feel so frustrated and lost. Even despite it being the first day of a new semester and the fact that you’re far from being the only one who just transferred.

There’s many others in the same boat as yourself and yet you feel like you’re the only one who’s completely lost and confused.Several students who were in the same introductory class as yourself are moving around you, walking in all directions and meeting up with people who they seem to have known forever. If only you knew someone who attends this university and you’d be fine but no, you don’t know a single soul here. They’re all attending university back in your hometown, enjoying their routine-filled life while you made the unnecessary decision of transferring to Seoul University.

Or, rather, your parents think it’s unnecessary.

You, on the other hand, found it necessary to say the least. If anything, you would’ve loved to go to a whole other continent but your savings weren’t having it and asking your parents to fund it for you would be so out of your comfort zone that you’d probably end up crying. Besides, your parents wouldn’t have offered to fund it anyway. They have always told you that if you work hard, good things will come your way.

However, right now, this decision of yours is coming back to bite you as a frustrated groan leaves you while you stare at the map in your hands. You’re usually very organized, always a step ahead when it comes to preparation and planning. But right now, you can’t find anything and you don’t know anything. This chaotic mess you are right now, is far from how you usually are and it’s driving you insane. Hopefully no one can tell you’re just as lost as a tiny kid in a grocery store.

“Hold on, maybe like this-“ you mumble to yourself and look up to see if the map is turned in the correct direction. It absolutely isn’t. There is a huge building not too far away from you but it’s not what you imagine the library to look like. Maybe it is the library? You let out a heavy sigh, tilting your head a bit because maybe, just maybe, that’ll make a difference in how you see the map (it doesn’t, it only makes you more confused than before).

And to make things worse, it’s starting to rain. In September, which is very rare.

“It should not be this difficult to find the library,” you grumble to yourself.

You don’t notice the person making their way towards you, too concentrated on finding the building you’ve been trying to locate for the past hour – okay, maybe not an hour but it sure does feel like a whole hour. Being lost and confused messes with your sense of time.

“Hi.”

There’s a kind smile being flashed at you and brown doe eyes staring into yours as you whip your head up to see who’s speaking to you. Dark and slightly messy hair sits on top of his head, dark brown eyes and a pretty nose, pink and plump lips; the bottom one more plump than the upper one. He’s tall – broad shoulders and all that. You’re only slightly intimidated. And as if his attractive appearance isn’t enough, he’s wrapped up in a brown teddy jacket in this uncharacteristically bad September weather filled with rain and chilling wind. He’s smiling at you, a kind and warm smile that brings some sort of comfort to your confused mind.

“Hello?” He tries again.

You know your mouth is parting and closing without words leaving it but you’re still hoping to God that he doesn’t notice you gaping at him as if you’ve never seen a cute college boy before.

Believe me, you have. But none of them were ever this cute.

“Right, sorry! Hi,” you snap out of your own thoughts, doing the dumb move of sticking out your hand for a handshake while still holding onto all of your stuff. Everything seems to be working against you today as the books you were once holding onto all tumble to the ground, just barely missing the big water puddle right next to you. The cute boy in front of you moves fast and manages to catch one of the three books you drop. You stare wide-eyed in surprise at his fast reflexes but the sight of your new books scattered on the ground has you pouting in an instant.

“Oh, no!” You whine softly, squatting down to pick up the books but the guy you still haven’t exchanged any words with is already picking them up, trying his best to wipe the dirt off them before handing them back to you.

“Sorry, I only managed to catch one,” he apologizes, holding up the book he caught. You smile, feeling a tingle in your stomach as you look at him, noticing the way a tiny dimple appears on his cheek when he smiles in a certain way.

“It’s okay!” You quickly assure him. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have three wet books right now.”

He smirks softly and it makes your stomach tingle again, “touché.”

Silence overcomes the two of you, neither of you entirely sure of what to say as you’re looking at one another. Should you just excuse yourself and head for the building you had noticed earlier? If you’re silent for much longer, it’ll become awkward, that’s for sure. What are the chances though? It’s your first day at this new college, you’ve been here for less than two hours, and you’re pretty sure the cutest boy on campus is standing right in front of you. Talking to you.

“I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you looked pretty lost just now, do you need help with anything?” The cute boy with fluffy, dark hair suddenly asks, confirming your worries that he had indeed seen how confused you were when looking at the map earlier.

“Um- well, I was looking for the library because I’m still missing a few books,” you tell him, feeling a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “but I honestly have no idea where I am right now.”

“Oh, it’s right over there, on your left,” he explains, pointing to a big building that had, in fact, caught your attention before he came up to you but you weren’t sure. “You enter through those doors you see right there and then-”

You turn to look at him when he pauses, his nice voice no longer flowing into your ears.

“You know what? I’ll just take you there, that’ll be easier,” he then says.

Surprised at his sudden suggestion, you feel the pace of your heart picking up. Great, you get to spend more time being a total mess with this cutie who just waltzed up to you because he thought you looked confused which you were, of course. But he doesn’t have to be so helpful. You’re literally a stranger to him yet he’s offering his help despite only having talked to you for a total of five minutes.

Ugh, why is he so nice and cute?

“You really don’t have to-“ you try to say but he waves a dismissive hand and smiles.

“I don’t mind! No lecture for another 30 minutes. I’ll just show you how it works, come on.”

He starts walking but not before taking the three heavy books from your hold. You don’t protest and let him carry the books for you, glancing at him from time to time as you walk towards the big building that is the library. He makes sure to keep his umbrella above both of you, mostly holding it above you though which makes the edges of your heart tingle a little bit.

“So...”

He breaks the silence that was oddly comfortable, glancing at you as you walk right next to him, trying your hardest to follow his long strides. The rain is coming down heavier and your sneakers are pretty much soaked from accidentally walking through the growing puddles of water. You meet his eyes underneath the umbrella, copying the small smile that is stuck on his face.

“You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

You nod hesitantly, “yeah, I just transferred from Busan University.”

His entire face lights up, “Busan, huh? That’s my hometown!”

“Oh, really?”

He nods excitedly, “yeah, I moved here a few years ago because of college.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “I didn’t expect the first person I’d meet to be from the same hometown.”

"You make it sound like it’s a bad thing,” he teases, chuckling when you shake your head instantly, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

Jungkook.

You had no expectations whatsoever for what his name would be, but somehow ‘Jungkook’ seems to fit him just right.

“_____,” you tell him your name, watching his smile grow into a grin.

Before you know it you’ve reached the entrance of the library, the walk shorter than you had expected. Jungkook comes to a halt by the door, one hand still holding your books and the other tightly grabbing the umbrella above the two of you. You point at the books, “I can take those again, I’m sure your lecture will start soon. Thank you so much for your help though!”

Jungkook softly nods as he lets you take the books, watching you trying to balance all of your stuff. He stifles his laugh, closes his umbrella and mutters a soft ‘I got you’ before reaching for your books once again. He notices a blush coloring your cheeks but decides not to comment on it, able to tell that you’re already embarrassed enough as it is.

“This is all very sweet of you, Jungkook, but I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have,” you tell him when he takes the books.

He lets out a low chuckle, smirking at you as he opens the door to the library. He nods his head, telling you to enter, “come on.”

You huff in defeat, glaring at him playfully as you enter the library. Jungkook follows right behind you. “Didn’t you have a lecture in like 30 minutes?” You ask him when he appears by your side again, giving him a pointed look.

He shrugs, “helping you shouldn’t take much time. I can still make it.”

If he weren’t so cute, you’d call him out for taking a risk because of a stranger like yourself. If only you had prepared for this day in advance you wouldn’t be troubling him this much, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he guides you around the library, helping you find the last books you need for your other courses. The time flies by fast and despite you reminding him several times that his lecture is about to start, he still brushes it off, moving on to ask what other courses you need books for.

“If you’ll ever need books about psychology and mental health, it’s all here-” he rambles on, not at all keeping an eye on the time.

“Jungkook!”

He whips around to face you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide after hearing you saying his name in a slightly stern tone. You softly laugh at his surprised expression, “are you aware of the time? Your lecture starts in like 2 minutes.”

As if his eyes couldn’t widen more, they do as he glances at his phone, “shit, I have to go.”

Smiling, you cross your arms over your chest, “you think?”

Your smile turns into a smirk as you watch him. He’s backing away from you, slowly making his way to the exit of the library and not at all in a rush to make it to his lecture before missing the start of it. You can’t help but shake your head at him as if to silently tell him he’s being silly, the smirk on your face filled with hints of playfulness.

He mirrors your smirk, “I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe,” you call out to him, earning a few hushes from the people around you, your cheeks flushing in an instant. Jungkook has the nerve to wink at you before turning on his heel and jogging out of the library, black and fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head as he does. A round of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you turn back around to look at the books on the shelf, a small smile still lingering on your lips as you go through the books about psychology with a certain cute and helpful boy occupying your thoughts.

In the end, you don’t find the last books you need. Jungkook has you royally distracted and it makes your brain mushy, unable to focus on the task at hand. Instead you grab the books you already found with the help from said cute boy and make your way to the check-out.

Maybe your first day at Seoul University isn’t so bad after all.

It’s been a few days since you arrived at your new university and to say you’ve been busy would be an understatement. Most of your time went by in a blur with all the new people and places; new home, new surroundings, new classmates, new professors, new friends, new roommates – it’s been a lot and all you’ve done the past few days is fall into bed right after your last class. The new impressions and being in an unfamiliar place is a lot on your mind and body, along with the stress of a new semester.

However, with all that put aside, you’ve had fun. It’s exciting, it’s fun, it’s all you’ve wanted for the past year. And to stand in the middle of the campus grounds, realizing that your plan is working out for the better, is an incredible feeling. A feeling that tells you this decision was the right one to make.

You managed to get yourself a few friends already. The very first one of them being Kim Hyejin. She’s a really nice and pretty girl who’s very popular around campus. But you can’t tell unless you know – it’s not like she’s flaunting it. She’s also the president of her sorority which is a type of girl you’ve never really befriended before. Yet despite that she’s probably one of the nicest people you’ve met in your entire life. She was the first person to befriend you, to basically take you under her wing and show you around campus. She even introduced you to some of her friends who are almost just as nice as Hyejin herself. The two of you hit it off almost instantly and being around her is so fun and easy. These first few days have been nothing but great solemnly because of her.

“No, but seriously,” Hyejin gives you a pointed look, her smile gone and replaced with a rather serious face as she looks at you, “we should totally go shopping one day.”

You nod and smile, “yeah, absolutely.”

Hyejin bumps your shoulder with her own while flashing you a smirking grin.

“When are you free? I’m too excited to wait.”

“Tonight?”

You watch as she grimaces, her face twisting into an expression that seems apologetic. You’re free tonight but you’re also free the next three nights. You haven’t really gotten around to make plans yet since Hyejin is the only person you’ve actually befriended enough to hang out with.

“Can’t,” Hyejin frowns, “the school’s soccer team is playing tonight and I promised I’d be there.”

“Oh-“

Just as you’re about to tell Hyejin that it’s fine, that you can go shopping another day instead, she spots someone behind you. You watch as her focus changes from you to the unknown person, her face lighting up. She grabs your wrist and tugs you along towards whoever she spotted. In the midst of it all, you spot a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see around campus again after your first day. He seems to spot you too and you instantly feel your cheeks heat up as he flashes you that warm smile of his.

He looks good. But to be fair, you didn’t expect any less. He’s dressed in a varsity jacket in the blue and white colors of the university and jeans with a pair of sneakers on his feet. This outfit gives you a better view of his body proportions compared to the teddy jacket and sweatpants he wore when you met and you’re now under the impression that he was created by God with good intentions only.

“Hi Kookie!”

Hyejin’s voice pulls you from your trance, Jungkook’s eyes moving from you to Hyejin and you immediately feel your stomach drop. You feel Hyejin let go of your wrist as she steps closer to the boy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for days. Her arms slide around his neck to pull him in for a hug and Jungkook hugs her back, an arm wrapped loosely around her waist.

Your stomach drops at the sight. Why you don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the teeny tiny crush you developed when he helped you the other day.

“I missed you,” Hyejin coos as she pulls away to look up at Jungkook.

Her lips are formed in a soft pout and it makes Jungkook chuckle. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment and you can’t help but clear your throat, just to acknowledge your own presence. Hyejin seems to jump back into reality as she glances at you, eyes widening in realization.

“Oh, right! Kookie, this is ____,” your new friend introduces you to the guy whom you actually met before meeting her but she doesn’t have to know that. “____, this is Jungkook.”

Before you can say or do anything, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours. You watch as a smirk spreads upon his lips, “well, if it isn’t the girl who got me in trouble.”

You scoff softly.

“What do you mean I got you in trouble? That was all you,” you shoot back at him, laughing softly.

Jungkook lets out a short laugh and shrugs mindlessly, smiling to himself as if admitting that it was indeed his own fault. Hyejin’s eyes are shifting between you and the guy next to her, confusion written all over her face.

“Wait, you guys know each other already?”

Your eyes widen, “no! We just, um-“

“I helped her find the library the other day,” Jungkook tells Hyejin, “she seemed pretty lost.”

You feel your cheeks heating up again as Jungkook mentions your chaotic state of mind from the other day. But you can’t help but feel grateful for his help. If it hadn’t been for him, you’d probably still be a mess. At least, after he helped you find the library and some of the books you needed, you found yourself feeling slightly more at peace. The stress of transferring universities really messed with your usual organized mindset.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Hyejin smiles, glancing at you and then at Jungkook again, “well, we gotta go, we have another lecture starting soon. I’ll see you at the game tonight?”

He nods as he looks at her. He doesn’t seem to mind when she leans up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You can’t really tell if they’re dating or not. But then again they seem comfortable enough to be touchy with each other in the middle of the hallway where people are passing by. It would fit perfectly – with your luck and all – that the most popular girl and the cutest boy on campus (whom you’ve been crushing on for the past few days) are a couple.

“Are you coming to watch the game too, ____?”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you back to present time, his eyes focused on you as he awaits your answer. You part your lips to speak but before you can even begin to think of an excuse for not coming, Hyejin butts in.

“Oh, yeah! You should come!”

“Guess I’m coming too,” you flash them both a stiff smile, feeling so out of place next to this beautiful couple. However, the feeling is partly gone after Jungkook smiles at you once again, seeming satisfied with your response.

Hours later after lectures and classes, you find yourself walking towards the soccer field with Hyejin. She seems incredibly familiar with the place as she waltzes towards the bleachers. You tag along, looking around with parted lips, impressed by the size of this soccer ‘stadium’.

There are bleachers on two sides, the other two sides fenced to make it a secluded area. There are four big lamp posts with bright lights in each corner, illuminating the soccer field on this early September evening. It’s chilly outside but not cold enough to have you freezing. The thick sweatshirt you’re wearing is warm enough to keep you from feeling the chilly breeze. Hyejin, however, is dressed prettily in a knitted sweater and a short skirt – a stark contrast to the sweatshirt and washed blue, loose jeans you’re wearing.

“Tonight’s game isn’t that important since it’s still the beginning of the season,” Hyejin explains as you both sit down on the front row of the bleachers. A bunch of other students are sitting around on the bleachers as well, chatting while waiting for the game to start. “But if they lose…” she grimaces, “Jungkook will not be happy. He hates losing.”

You chuckle softly at her words. Somehow you have a hard time imagining Jungkook being angry about losing a game. All you’ve experienced so far is a smiling, helpful and kind Jungkook.

Speaking of, your eyes spot him on the field, running around with a ball by his feet. Without realizing, you’re watching him intently, eyes focused on him as he’s dribbling the ball on his feet while walking around, making it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You find yourself in a trance, watching him handle the ball with ease and perfection – his talent evident just by how he plays around with the ball, casually and without much effort.

“I’m gonna get a coffee,” Hyejin suddenly says, pulling you from your thoughts. “You want anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you tell her while shaking your head in response. You glance after her as she gets up from her seat and leaves you alone on the bleachers. Once she disappears from your line of vision, you turn your attention back to the soccer field, eyes back on Jungkook. He’s looking around as if to spot someone specific, his eyes raking over the bleachers before settling on who he’s looking for. Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours, heartbeat hammering in your chest when he starts jogging towards you.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, bright and warm as ever, coming to a stop in front of you on the other side of the barricade. “You came.”

You feel a tiny hint of warmth within you because he seems happy to see you at his game. But you can’t help but remind yourself he’s with Hyejin, the fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest slowly dissolving. Maybe he’s just being friendly after finding out you’re friends with his girlfriend.

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it,” you softly say, causing his smile to widen just a bit.

“Did you manage to find the rest of the books you needed?” He asks after a short moment of silence.

You nod.

“Good,” Jungkook nods, “that’s good.”

Silence surrounds the two of you again. There’s something in the atmosphere but you can’t quite pinpoint it. You feel his eyes on you as you glance around, your own eyes looking at anything else but him. To be honest, looking at him is making you nervous, especially after noticing his attire when he played around with the ball before – he’s dressed in his soccer uniform; a fitted warm-up shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and lean body, white shorts that stop just above his knees, blue socks, soccer cleats in bright colors on his feet. His hair is tousled, the tips slightly damp from warming up which makes it even worse because now it’s kind of curly.

“So,” you break the silence, taking the chance and looking back at him, “how long have you and Hyejin been dating?”

“Oh, we’re not.”

“What?”

Jungkook hums to confirm his own words when you look at him in confusion, “we’re just friends.”

You can’t help but raise one eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion written all over your face.

“Does she know that?”

“Of course,” he shrugs and lets out a somewhat strained chuckle. “There’s no reason that she wouldn’t.”

Them not dating seems almost impossible to you as you’re reminded of them cuddled up in the hallway from earlier today. Maybe Hyejin just has a crush on Jungkook? It would make sense and to be fair, you don’t blame her. He’s the whole fucking package and you, yourself, is having a hard time because of it. Just having him standing this close to you on the other side of the barricade is making your heartbeat quicken.

Hyejin appears by your side again, coffee in hand. She smiles widely once she spots Jungkook, leaning over the barricade to give him a hug. You watch them embrace each other and you can’t help but notice how different their approaches are. Hyejin is hugging him tightly while Jungkook loosely wraps an arm around her waist. When he looks at you over her shoulder, you quickly look away, pretending you weren’t watching them just now.

“Jeon! Stop flirting with your fans and get back over here!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and chuckles as he breaks away from the hug, glancing back at his coach before turning back to you and Hyejin.

“I’ll catch you guys later,” he tells you both, eyes staying locked with yours for a second longer before jogging off towards the rest of his team. A rush of excitement runs through your body but you quickly brush it off, telling yourself you’re imagining things.

“Score a goal for me, Kookie!” Hyejin calls after him.

Jungkook glances back at her and flashes her a smile before continuing to make his way towards his teammates. Hyejin lets out a deep sigh as she sits back down next to you. You glance at her, noticing the soft grin on her face as she watches Jungkook move around the field, prepping and getting ready for the game to start.

The game soon starts, occupying you and Hyejin entirely. Jungkook starts on the field. He’s the center forward with the number 7 on the back of his jersey. Throughout the game you slowly begin to realize that going to watch the game was a bad idea. Not only is Jungkook sweet and cute – he’s undoubtedly hot too. The way he’s in his element on the soccer field, completely focused and set on winning, is one of the most attractive things you’ve ever witnessed and you’re not sure how to handle it. 1) You’re lowkey turned on by it and 2) you feel bad for being attracted to him, to have this developing crush when it’s obvious that Hyejin likes him.

And to make matters worse, just when you happen to look at him during halftime, he’s lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His lower abdomen is revealed, nicely tanned skin and toned hips on show for everyone to see and yet you feel like you’re the only one witnessing it. Your cheeks heat up at the sight, teeth digging into your bottom lip to stop yourself from yelping in surprise. He’s all sweaty with damp hair, strands sticking to his forehead and glistening skin. When he grabs a water bottle and starts drinking from it, you slump in your seat, mentally groaning.

This is not good.

It’s the first weekend after your first week at your new university. You’re at home, in the apartment that happened to have a room available when you needed to find a place to live. It’s just off campus and the room you have is the perfect size. The rest of the apartment you’re sharing with two other girls – Jihyo and Yeri. They’re both enrolled at the same university and both very sweet and easy to be around. You haven’t really spent much time with them yet though. They’re not home at the moment – in fact, they’re not home that much at all which you don’t mind.

Tonight it’s just you and Hyejin, lying around in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. The TV is playing some TV show you lost interest in a long time ago. You’re scrolling through your phone, checking social media and the news. Hyejin sighs deeply next to you, causing you to look at her. You follow her line of vision to the TV, noticing she’s still watching the show.

The main characters are about to kiss – the guy is pulling the girl close as he dips down and presses his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. The girl melts against him, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him in further and you feel a rush run through your entire body as a certain someone suddenly appears in your mind. You had hoped he would’ve left your mind for good after watching him play soccer the other night. Apparently it only made things worse and you haven’t been able to get the image out of your head at all.

“I want that,” Hyejin sighs again, pouting to herself as she stares at the couple on the screen.

“You’ll have it someday,” you tell her with a chuckle, “don’t worry.”

“I could have it already though,” your friend groans, turning off the TV as the episode ends. You watch as she gets up from the couch to walk around in the living room of your new home. She moves closer to the bookcase by the wall, looking at the books and decorative stuff on it. “Jungkook and I could have that… If he would just realize how I feel about him, that is. He’s so cute,” she giggles while shaking her head, “but he’s so oblivious.”

“Are you planning on telling him?”

You can’t help but ask, curious to know if she’s planning to act on her feelings or just leave it as a crush. Hyejin purses her lips as she thinks about your question. As you await her response, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Hyejin follows you, nodding when you gesture for two mugs. She jumps onto the kitchen counter, watching you in silence as you prepare tea for the two of you.

When you glance at her, she shrugs, “I don’t know… maybe?”

“Haven’t you gone out on dates before though?” You ask as you hand her one of the mugs.

She shakes her head, “we don’t do stuff like that. The only time we see each other outside of our friend group is when we fuck-”

Just as you’re about to take a sip of your freshly brewed tea, you sputter into the cup as the words leave her perfect lips. Hyejin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you cough lightly before grabbing a napkin to dry the droplets of tea off your face.

“You okay?” She chuckles.

“Yeah, just… what?” You mutter, still not entirely sure you heard her right.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys fuck?”

Hyejin lets out a soft laugh, “oh yeah, we’ve been hooking up for a few months now.”

Did you just hear that right? It seems you weren’t actually prepared to hear Hyejin so explicitly mention it like she just did. Even though a part of you already knew something was going on between them. It was to be expected though after seeing Hyejin hug Jungkook and kiss his cheek so casually in the hallway the other day. One thing you can’t help but think about though is why would Jungkook say they’re just friends when clearly they’re more than that?

“Oh, wow,” you mutter, “how did that happen?”

Why you ask, you don’t know. It’s not like you’re dying to know the details of how she ended up in the sheets with him. It’s not like you’re busting at the seams to know how much she wants him to be his boyfriend. To be honest, the less you know, the better.

Hyejin shrugs at your question, “it kinda just happened, I think? There was this end-of-the-year party in June and somehow we ended up in bed together. To be fair though, it might’ve been me who…”

This changes everything.

A few months ago…

It’s finally June.

Which means the end-of-the-year party is happening and to say everyone’s enjoying it would be an understatement. As Hyejin slightly stumbles her way through the frat house that houses the party, she notices people around her smiling and laughing, talking and dancing, flirting and making out. There’s not a single frown to spot anywhere and it brings a big smile to Hyejin’s own face as she makes her way towards the back patio. Fresh air is needed after drinking and dancing for an hour straight.

Once she steps outside, she spots a few people standing around, some are talking, some are on their phones. One person in particular catches her eye, seated on the patio steps to the backyard. The curly mop of dark hair is impossible to be mistaken as she moves closer to her friend.

“Hi, you,” she greets him as she plops down next to him.

Jungkook looks up at her, eyelids heavy. She offers him a smile which he reciprocates. Although it’s probably more like a lazy half smile with hints of tipsiness caused by the many beers he had while playing beer pong not too long ago.

“Hey,” he replies and takes a swig of the bottle of beer in his hand.

“This party is so much fun,” she gushes, grinning as she glances around at the other people on the patio. Jungkook copies her actions before nodding in agreement.

“Sure is,” he agrees, “you enjoying yourself so far?”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, of course. Are you not?”

“Oh, I am,” Jungkook quickly assures her before smirking softly to himself, “but I think I had one too many beers because I’m pretty sure these stairs aren’t supposed to be spinning.”

The girl next to him lets out a laugh at his words.

“Let me help you with that one then,” she points at the beer in his hand. Jungkook hands it to her without another thought, watching as she takes a couple long swigs before handing it back to him. Silence overcomes them for a short moment as they stare into the darkness of the backyard, the only light to spot being the street lights on the other side of the hedge.

“Why are you sitting out here by yourself anyway?” Hyejin asks Jungkook after a while, turning her focus to him.

He lets out a sigh and shrugs, “needed some fresh air. The drinks went straight to my head. You?”

“Been dancing with some guy for an hour,” she tells Jungkook, “he wanted to do more than dancing so I left before it could go further.”

The guy was cute, no doubt about it, but Hyejin wasn’t really feeling it. Jungkook too had several girls coming up to him but none of them managed to catch his attention for long. Now here they are, sitting on the patio stairs with a friend instead of getting laid.

“Let me guess, he wasn’t cute enough?” Jungkook teases Hyejin.

“Oh, he was,” Hyejin chuckles, “he just didn’t really seem like someone I would get with.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook hums, finishing his beer before carelessly throwing the bottle onto the lawn. Hyejin hums in agreement, staring at the bottle that is now laying on the lawn instead of being held by Jungkook’s hand.

“What about you?” She wonders out loud, “no lucky girl within your radar?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “nah, I don’t really have the time for it.”

“Not even hook-ups?”

Another shake of his head, lips pulled into a thin line.

Shock paints Hyejin’s pretty face as she stares at the side of Jungkook’s, “so you never hook up with anyone? When’s the last time you had sex?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I don’t know… Spring break, I guess?

“What?! Jungkook, I know for a fact you got girls lining up just to date you. You’re the star of the soccer team and you’re smart as hell – not to mention good-looking.”

He lets out a chuckle at that and shakes his head, “yeah, well, I don’t have the time to date right now- I don’t even want to date.”

Hyejin hums as the words leave his mouth. Before she knows it, an idea appears within her mind. It might be a far stretch but there’s nothing wrong with throwing it out there and seeing what happens, right?

“What would you say to just sex then?”

She watches as Jungkook looks at her in confusion, eyebrows knitted together on his forehead.

“What do you mean?” He asks, slightly curious.

“I mean, we could have sex? No strings attached.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise. “We?” He gestures between himself and Hyejin, “as in us?”

Hyejin shrugs, “why not?”

“You mean like right now?” He then points to where they’re sitting on the patio stairs. Before he can even register what’s happening, Hyejin is scooting closer, looking at him while batting her eyelashes, chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“It doesn’t have to be right now,” she can’t help but smile as Jungkook visibly relaxes where he sits. “... could be in an hour or in a week. It’s up to you really.”

Jungkook gives it a thought as he hums to himself, his eyes dropping to glance at her lips for a split-second before looking back into her eyes. “I never really thought of you that way, to be honest.”

Hyejin leans closer as the words leave his pink lips, “well, it’s never too late to start, is it?”

Jungkook is caught slightly off guard as Hyejin carefully presses her lips to his, closing the distance between them. It takes a moment for Jungkook to realize what’s happening but when he does, he slowly starts to reciprocate the kiss. Before they know it, the kiss escalates to making out, tongues meeting and hands exploring, both of them completely forgetting about the other people on the patio. It doesn’t take long for them to end up in one of the beds upstairs – making out, grinding against each other, undressing one another in a hurry to get what they crave the most.

And it happens again the following weekend, surprising both of them but it feels too good not to.

“This is just sex, right?” Jungkook manages to get the words out in between moans as Hyejin sits on top of him.

“Yeah,” Hyejin breathes, leaning over him to connect her mouth with his, moaning into it as he bucks his hips up, the tip of his length hitting deeply inside of her.

“No strings, no feelings… Shit- just sex whenever we feel like it.”

“Yes, just sex.”

Later as Jungkook is getting dressed, on his way out of Hyejin’s room, he looks at her as she lays in her bed – naked underneath the sheets, watching him get dressed to leave.

“So… when are we doing this again?” She asks, smirking softly.

Jungkook sighs as he grabs his shirt off the floor, shrugging before slipping it over his head, “I don’t know… I don’t want us to misunderstand each other, you know.”

Hyejin looks at him in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“I want us to stay friends,” Jungkook says, sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip on his shoes. “I still don’t wanna date or have a relationship but as long as we’re both on the same page about this, I don’t see a problem with hooking up once in a while.”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, that’s cool. We can do that.”

“Okay, great,” his shoulders slump in relief, “talk to you later, yeah?”

Hyejin smiles and nods. He flashes her a cute smile in return and waves before leaving her room, gone without any trace of him being there except for the scent of him.

-end of flashback-

“Jungkook is a great guy,” Hyejin’s voice interrupts your thoughts, pulling you from your zoned out state. “But he’s just so oblivious, you know?”

You can’t have a crush on the guy your friend is sleeping with?

That’s equivalent to breaking every single rule in the girl code book. In fact, rule #1 in said book would most likely be: Do not under any circumstances have a crush on/catch feelings for your friend’s boyfriend. ‘Fuck buddy’ definitely fits under that rule. If Hyejin hadn’t been so casual about her and Jungkook’s situation and mentioned it just now, your recently formed crush probably would’ve gotten worse over time. And that could’ve become a problem.

Now you need to make a vow. A promise. A rule for yourself to follow religiously.

You will never ever pursue Jungkook and this little ridiculous crush of yours needs to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Whatever attraction you felt towards him before needs to be gone starting from tonight. Jeon Jungkook will not be anything but the guy who’s dating your friend.

Although, it would be much easier if he wasn’t in the same friend group you’re slowly becoming a part of the more you hang out with Hyejin.

Or if he wasn’t in the same Anatomy & Physiology class as you, always sitting next to you or close to you. You don’t know why he does it because he has friends in your shared class that he could sit with instead.

However, another two weeks pass by and Hyejin hasn’t mentioned Jungkook much ever since she told you about how they became fuck buddies. You’re thankful for that because suppressing your crush is already hard enough as it is; for some reason Jungkook is always tagging along when you’re out to eat with Hyejin and some of the others from her surprisingly big friend group. It’s never just one of the guys or two – no, it’s always all four of them or none of them. If Hoseok says yes to join, Jimin tags along which almost always results in Taehyung tagging along which then ends with Jungkook joining as well.

A package deal if you will.

And it’s not like you’re stirring up a conversation with Jungkook all the time at every chance you get. Sure, you talk once in a while since he’s the type of person to care about other people; he likes to ask how you are and if you’re all settled after transferring from Busan. You can’t just ignore him when he asks and to be honest, you don’t really want to.

But even when you and Hyejin are in the library on campus, working on an assignment for one of your shared classes, Jungkook will usually appear out of the blue with one of the other guys. And then you will spend a few hours in the library with a hammering heart in your chest, unable to focus because he’s sitting right across from you on the other side of the table, looking cute as hell as he reads his book about psychology in sports.

The alarms in your head instantly go off when he sits back in his chair to get rid of his hoodie and his t-shirt rides up a bit, revealing a tiny snippet of the tanned skin of his abdomen. This is not good for the girl code, you think to yourself as you inhale sharply. Hyejin, Jungkook, and Hoseok all watch you in confusion as you suddenly close your book and laptop, stuffing it all in your backpack before getting up from your seat.

“What’s going on?” She asks, slightly taken aback by your sudden change of behavior.

“I, um,” you stumble over your words, glancing at the boys only to notice that Jungkook is looking at you with a slightly worried expression. “I gotta go, I just remembered I have… a thing.”

“Okay…” Hyejin trails off, turning in her seat as you nod your head in goodbye before heading towards the exit doors. You come to a halt when she calls after you, “wait, are you still coming to the party on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” you tell her, once again catching Jungkook’s eyes for a split second, “I just- I gotta go. I’ll text you later, okay?”

When you text Hyejin later that evening and she asks if everything is alright, you feel bad for saying yes and not telling her what had you rushing out of the library. Although it’s quickly forgotten as Hyejin moves on to ask what she should wear for the party. Eventually the two of you end up face-timing for the greater part of the evening, trying to figure out what outfit to wear. In the end you settle for a pair of loose jeans and a cute crop top to go with them. Hyejin decides on a pastel green midi-dress; one that makes her look even more gorgeous than she already is and you can’t help but think about how Jungkook might lose his mind at the sight.

“I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so much fun,” Hyejin gushes as you both lay in your beds, ready to sleep. She’s smiling widely on the screen of your phone, her big brown eyes looking at you. “Wait, this is your first party after transferring, aren’t you excited?”

You are excited. Okay, let’s be real, you’re more than excited. You’ve been super busy these past two weeks with getting settled and getting the hang of living in Seoul that you completely forgot to have fun – fun that doesn’t include being on campus or studying with fellow students, or doing your homework.

“Of course I am!”

Hyejin squeals in excitement, “yay! Well, I have to sleep soon or else I will look like a dead fish tomorrow.”

You give her a pointed yet playful look and chuckle, “I doubt it but fine… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See youuu,” Hyejin waves at you before hanging up, leaving you to think about the party you’ll be attending in two days. You’re trying to not let the thought of Jungkook going to the party consume you but as expected he ends up being the only thing on your mind. You groan to yourself and turn onto your side, forcing your eyes shut to hopefully fall asleep – hoping to dream about anything else but the cute and charming jock who has been occupying your thoughts more than you would like lately.

The sound of loud music mixed with people talking and laughing is reverberating throughout the entire frat house. People are having fun, ‘celebrating’ the beginning of a new semester, letting loose before it becomes stressful with homework, assignments, midterms and whatnot. You’ve been dancing with Hyejin for the past hour, dancing with other students whom you haven’t seen around before but they seem cool – not that it matters. You probably won’t talk with any of them after this party anyway.

“I want another drink,” Hyejin tells you over the music as a new song comes on, one just as loud and energetic as the previous one, “wanna come?”

You nod, “of course!”

Hyejin links her arm with yours, tugging you along towards the kitchen of the house where there has been created a ‘help yourself’-table of alcohol. You watch as Hyejin mixes two cups of something you never thought of mixing before but as you take a sip and taste it, you find yourself licking your lips to get the remnants of the flavor.

“Oh wow- this is really good!” You gush, taking another swig.

Hyejin smirks and takes a sip of her own cup, “it’s my own secret drink, so don’t tell anyone, alright?”

You pretend to zip and lock your lips, handing the imaginary key to her, “promise.”

Truth is, you didn’t really pay attention to whatever she mixed in that drink – all you know is that there’s vodka in it and something pink as the liquid is a shining pink color. You’re in the middle of finishing your drink when Hyejin spots someone she knows not too far away, shouting their name before disappearing from your side. You mindlessly watch as she slips between people, leaving you to stand by the drinks table with a now empty cup.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you ignore the fact that your friend just left you alone at a party where you only know her and a few other people, the rest being complete strangers. All you do is shrug to yourself as you look at the different bottles of alcohol and mixing liquids, trying to figure out what Hyejin used to make that delicious drink of hers. Eventually, you end up mixing some random stuff – and it doesn’t taste too bad. Could’ve been much worse, that’s for sure.

Soon enough you’re back on the dance floor, by yourself, dancing with strangers and having the time of your life. You promised yourself you’d let loose and have fun tonight as a reward to yourself for busting your ass off for two weeks straight.

“Love the way you work those hips, princess,” a voice brushes against the shell of your ear and hands rests upon said hips, causing you to freeze in your movements. You turn to face the person, curious to see who is whispering in your ear in the middle of the dance floor. It’s not someone you know and you definitely do not want to know them – in fact, the guy in front of you makes you rather uncomfortable as he smirks at you, eyes glancing up and down your body.

“Thanks,” you trail off, about to turn your back to him to walk away but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“You're not gonna show me how you do it?” He asks, trying his very hardest to come off as seductive and flirty.

“Actually, I was just about to go find my friend, sorry-”

He cuts you off, shaking his head, “one dance, princess and I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

You try your best to squirm out of his hold but it’s no use, he has his arm tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping you close against his body. “Please let go of me,” you tell him, voice as stern as it’ll allow you right now.

“Oh, come on, princess… Just one d-”

“She told you to let go, man.”

Both you and the stranger whip your heads around to look at the person who just spoke, the voice familiar to you. You feel your heart skip a beat as you’re met by a pair of soft, dark brown eyes looking at you. However, those soft dark brown eyes turn hard as they move to settle on the guy who’s still holding onto you.

Jungkook raises a single eyebrow at the guy who’s name you haven’t gotten to know yet – not that you wish to know it anyway. Jungkook glances at you, silently asking if you’re okay. You nod softly which seems to relieve him as he reaches for you, hand finding yours to pull you to his side. A rush of a tingling feeling runs through your body as you feel his hand in yours. Once you’re by his side, you hold onto his arm out of sheer need of some comfort while trying your hardest to ignore the fact that this is the closest you’ve been to him ever since meeting him.

“Mind your own business, Jeon,” the guy rolls his eyes.

“I was minding my own business,” Jungkook tells the guy who had been eager to dance with you, “but then you chose to ignore her when she asked you to let go. So that makes it my business too.”

Nameless guy’s eyes switch between you and Jungkook a few times before rolling once again. He seems to deem it not worth it as he waves a hand, mumbling a ‘whatever, Jeon’ as he turns on his heel and slips through the crowd of drunk people.

Jungkook makes sure he’s gone before turning to face you. Your hands automatically drop from their hold of Jungkook’s arm, crossing over your chest instead. You don’t catch the way Jungkook’s face twists in disappointment. Instead you watch as he glances you over as if to check if you’re alright before settling on your face, worry etched upon his own.

“You okay?”

You nod, “yeah, he didn’t really do anything. What’s his deal anyway?”

Sighing, Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, “Jung Hyunmin – a complete asshole who thinks he can get with any girl if he just calls them a pet name a certain amount of times.”

That makes you laugh softly as Jungkook rolls his eyes at Hyunmin’s obviously well-known and tiring antics. A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook’s face as your laughter fills the air around you.

“Well,” you sigh, “thanks for… saving me, I guess.”

“Anytime,” Jungkook smirks softly.

You shoot him a playful look, “I could’ve handled it myself though.”

The dark haired boy chuckles and nods, “oh, I know.”

You would have handled it yourself if Jungkook hadn’t shown up to help you out as a true knight in shining armor. But Hyunmin seemed to back off pretty quickly though when Jungkook came to your rescue. Whether it’s some sort of respect for the best soccer player on campus or something else entirely, you don’t know. What you do know though is that Jungkook seems to have a certain effect on people – you’ve noticed this in the one class you share together too. He’s respected, well-liked by students and teachers alike – literally no one seems to have anything against him. The more you get to know Jungkook, the more you understand. And for good reason.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asks after a while, causing you to nod again right away.

“Yeah, but I think I might head home though. That Hyunmin guy really killed my buzz,” you chuckle dryly.

“I can give you a ride if you want?” Jungkook then says.

Why is he always there to help you out and be nice? Why is it so difficult for you to just steer clear of him? Especially now after you’ve promised yourself you would do everything you could to get rid of this ridiculous crush of yours.

“Haven’t you been drinking?” You wonder out loud, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him.

Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t drink that often. I only had like one beer a few hours ago.”

“Oh.”

This new information about him surprises you but then again, alcohol and partying might not be the top priority for someone like Jungkook – a top athlete with good chances of going professional if he keeps up with his training schedule, health and whatnot. Alcohol could definitely ruin that for him.

“Come on,” he smiles, “let me drive you home.”

“What about Hyejin?”

You can’t help but think about your friend as every inch of your body feels it when Jungkook carefully puts a hand on the small of your back, silently telling you to move towards the door. Before you leave the frat house, you spot Hyejin in the midst of the party, dancing with some of the others from the friend group. Jungkook follows your line of sight, spotting Hyejin as well before turning back to you.

“I’ll come back and get her,” he tells you, “I need to bring the guys home anyway.”

When you got into Jungkook’s car, you were convinced it’d be awkward as hell during the trip to your apartment. However, the ride is anything but quiet. Jungkook is focused on driving yet he still finds time to glance at you from time to time. You can feel it like fire against your skin and the rush running through your body is impossible to ignore. But you try not to pay it any mind as you tipsily ramble on about everything yet nothing at the same time.

Jungkook has a small smile on his face, it’s growing more and more the longer you talk about random stuff that has no relation to anything. It may seem like nervous rambling from being in the car with him but it looks like he doesn’t mind. Instead, he just listens intently to everything you tell him – stuff about Busan that he probably already knows because it’s his hometown too, stuff about your older brother and parents, stuff about you and Hyejin’s brand new but hilarious friendship.

You barely pause to breathe but Jungkook manages to throw a response in here and there. The rest of the time he’s just listening, smiling to himself.

“You didn’t have to take me home, you know,” you say suddenly, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes move from the road to you and back to the road again, his small smile turning into a small smirk instead.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he tells you, glancing at you again, “besides, what better way to celebrate my birthday?”

You gasp, sitting up in your seat and facing him entirely, “it's your birthday?”

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head, “no, my birthday was two weeks ago but apparently tonight’s party was a ‘birthday celebration’ for me.”

“Oh my god, happy belated birthday!”

“Thanks,” he grins.

“Wow, I can’t believe I missed it,” you pout, slumping in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car. “Now I feel bad for letting you leave the party just to drive me home. I could’ve just taken the night bus.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have let you take the night bus,” he pointedly says, “not when I was right there, sober with a car.”

“But-“

He shakes his head instantly, “____, do you know how many creeps who ride the buses this late?”

You fall silent, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting as if you just got scolded by your parents. Jungkook chuckles to himself and shakes his head in amusement, letting the conversation come to an end as he pulls into the parking lot of the building you live in. He parks and turns off the engine, the rumbling of it disappearing only to leave the two of you to sit in silence.

“Well, thanks for the ride,” you softly say and offer him a smile.

Just as you’re about to get out of the car, Jungkook removes his seatbelt and gets out of the car as well. You can’t help but look at him in confusion as he joins you on the other side, nodding his head towards the building.

“I’ll walk you up,” he tells you.

Despite the way your heart skips a beat as he flashes you a smile, you follow him without protesting. You walk side by side towards the door, the silence very tense all of a sudden and you’re having a hard time breathing. Jungkook watches as you unlock the main door and push yourself inside. You make sure to check if he follows behind, ignoring the way excitement floods your stomach. You shouldn’t feel excited because he’s walking you up after driving you home. You shouldn’t even be spending this much alone time with him. What would Hyejin say if she knew? Would she be mad that you’re having a developing crush on her fuck buddy slash crush? Would she be more angry with you or Jungkook?

All these questions roam your mind as you and Jungkook make your way upstairs, the elevator thankfully being out of order. You’re convinced you wouldn’t survive a trip of five floors in a tiny elevator with this guy.

“Holy shit, these stairs are killing me,” Jungkook groans once you reach the last staircase.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the best shape possible?” You giggle.

Jungkook playfully glares at you, “soccer and stairs are two very different things, ____.”

“Right,” you smirk, “either that or you’re just not in as good shape as you thought you were.”

That’s a lie – you know very well how much in good shape he is. In fact, you don’t think anyone on campus is in better shape than him. It makes sense though since Jungkook clearly cares for his health and his sport. The fact that he only had one beer tonight proves it.

“Are you-“ he stares at you in slight disbelief, “are you saying I’m not in good shape?”

Panic paints your face and Jungkook’s reaction is one of amusement, a grin splitting across his face.

“I- no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just-“ you anxiously backtrack, cheeks heating up when Jungkook lets out a laugh.

“____, calm down, I’m just messing with you,” he laughs.

You scowl softly at him, shooting him a glare before focusing on unlocking your front door. Jungkook chuckles and leans against the wall next to your door, head resting against it as he waits. You can feel his gaze on you again and it’s making your nerves go off because you know if you turn to look at him you’ll blush hard and look like an idiot.

God, why are you always a mess when he’s around?

Eventually the door finally unlocks after a bit of struggling. You glance at the boy next to you, heart jumping in your chest as he smiles at you, dark brown eyes looking into yours.

“Thank you,” you softly mutter, “for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome,” his voice is soft, quiet but just loud enough to reach your ears. You can’t help but take a quick glance at his lips, just for a split second wondering what it would feel like to kiss them, to touch them with your own lips but Hyejin pops into your mind and you quickly remove your eyes from his very pink lips again.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

There’s a glint in his eyes as he watches you step into your home. You offer him one last tiny smile before closing the door, just barely hearing him say “goodnight, ____, sleep tight.”

Jungkook stares at the door for a solid minute after you’ve gone inside, closing it behind you. Something in him wants to knock on the door again and ask you to come along, get back into his car and go for a ride into the night. Another part of him is telling him to leave it. Just for the time being. He does have his roommates and Hyejin to get back to after all.

He lets out a sigh and smiles to himself as he pushes himself off the wall, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He steals one last glance at the door to your apartment, the thought of you getting ready for bed on the other side of it filling his mind as he descends the stairs, heading back to his car.

Driving you home wasn't anything special, he’s done it for his friends multiple times – and for Hyejin as well ever since he developed some sort of relationship with her at the end-of-the-year party in June. However, he can’t stop thinking about the way you rambled during the entire car ride, talking about anything that came to your tipsy mind, sharing your thoughts with him without worrying how you sounded or what you looked like – you were so animated at times, using your hands to describe something so vividly that Jungkook could almost feel himself be there to witness it with his own eyes.

It was nice. He felt nice in your company – he always does. He’s just hoping he’ll get to experience it even more after tonight. Just the mere thought of it has a feeling akin to excitement running through his entire body, reaching his stomach and causing it to flip as he thinks about seeing you in class on Monday.

However, when Jungkook sees you in anatomy & physiology class around noon on Monday, the seat he usually takes next to you is already occupied when he gets there. He frowns softly to himself as he makes his way to another empty seat, one further away from you, further away from the seat he’s usually in. He passes by you on the way, catching your eyes for a split second as you happen to look up.

“Hey,” Jungkook greets you, smiling widely.

You smile hesitantly and mutter a soft ‘hi’ before returning to your books and notes to draw and doodle – something you always do before the class starts. Jungkook has noticed you like to draw tons of hearts and tiny flowers, flowers that sometimes end up being branches with flowers and leaves instead, spreading across an entire blank sheet of paper.

And from where he’s sitting, a few rows away from you, he can tell you’re drawing those branches again, black ink from your gel pen. Jungkook rests his chin in the palm of his hand once the professor enters, sighing as he finds it difficult to choose where to look – at you drawing branches with flowers and leaves on them or at the professor who’s talking about the reading for today.

Eventually the class ends up passing by with Jungkook switching between looking at you from time to time and listening carefully to what the professor is saying. After class you’re gone before Jungkook can even think about striking up a conversation with you. The very same frown from the beginning of the class is back on his face as he joins some of the guys from the soccer team, heading to his next class.

The next few days go by like this – Jungkook arrives at class around the same time every noon. You’re in your seat, easy to spot right away because it’s the first place Jungkook focuses his eyes on once he steps into the lecture hall. However, the seat next to you has somehow been occupied every day, making it impossible for Jungkook to slip into that seat. However, he makes sure to greet you whenever he manages to catch your eyes, either saying ‘hi’ or just opting for a simple smile. It doesn’t really matter. As long as you reciprocate it, he’s happy.

Now it’s Friday and it’s the last lecture before the weekend. The professor is introducing a new assignment on the whiteboard, talking about the different tasks and the main points of each task.

“The deadline for the assignment is three weeks from now,” Professor Choi says, the entire class buzzing with a low sound of mumbling and whispering as he reveals the deadline. Jungkook is back to sitting next to you, stealing a glance at you when a low, slightly frustrated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. “Make sure to use chapter 3 as much as possible as you’ll find most of what you need there.”

The professor announces the end of the lecture, packing up his things and leaving the room, several students trailing behind. You’re packing up your stuff when Jungkook turns to look at you, mumbling under your breath, something about chapter 3 making no sense.

“Hey, you okay?”

You look up at Jungkook, nodding right away, “yeah, I just… chapter 3 is being a real bitch to me. I don’t know why.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, glancing around the room to see that only a few students are left.

“You need help with it?” He asks when he looks at you again.

“Oh- no, Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’ll figure it out eventually,” you decline his offer with a sigh, “hopefully.”

“____, I don’t mind. You know that.”

You pause in your actions of packing your stuff together, looking at him again, “yeah, but I don’t wanna get in the way of you doing your own assignment.”

Jungkook smiles. You’re too cute. He wonders how many times he has to tell you it’s no problem for him to help you out or lend you a hand once in a while. You always tell him no despite lowkey being in need of some help, just like the first day when you wandered around all lost and confused, looking for the library.

“I’ll just work on it while I help you,” he assures you. “Chapter 3 can be pretty tough if you don’t fully understand it.”

Silence overcomes the two of you as Jungkook watches you purse your lips, deep in thought. You glance down at the book, then your notes on chapter 3, which are almost non-existing, and then back at Jungkook. He feels a smile spread across his face when he notices you slowly give in.

“Okay,” you sigh, “I could really use your help then if you don’t mind.”

Jungkook smiles softly, “not at all.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at him, “you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs and hands you his phone, “here, put your number in so we can arrange a study date.”

Why you agreed to Jungkook’s offer of helping you with the assignment is a mystery to you – especially because you know you shouldn’t be hanging out with him more than necessary. It only fuels your crush which is supposed to disappear (spoiler alert: it hasn’t disappeared one bit).

Hyejin didn’t seem to mind it though when you had told her Jungkook had offered to help. She only smiled and started talking about how sweet he is to offer to help people with studying. However, it’s not people – it’s just you and you can’t help but feel like a bad friend when you walk into the library Monday afternoon as you and Jungkook agreed on after your lecture on Friday.

Jungkook spots you almost immediately, sticking a hand in the air to wave so you can easily find him. You plaster on a hesitating smile as you make your way towards him.

“Hey,” he grins as you reach the table, pulling the chair out and sitting down. “You ready to get started?”

You sigh and let your smile widen a bit, “yeah, I guess I am.”

Jungkook smirks softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it in no time,” he assures you.

An hour passes with Jungkook going through the first part of the chapter that has been giving you a tough time ever since professor Choi started using it in class. Jungkook, however, seems to know it from start to finish and back again, easily helping you understand it way better than Professor Choi ever did.

Jungkook is really smart and it’s very attractive – therefore you hate it.

It’s when you’re sitting in comfortable silence, both typing away on your laptops, working on each of your assignments, you steal a glance at the boy next to you. Jungkook is fully focused, completely submerged in it. There’s a wrinkle on his forehead from focusing as he stares at the screen, reading over what he just typed out. His eyebrows are knitted together and his teeth are gnawing into his pink, plump bottom lip. The oversized hoodie he’s wearing makes him look incredibly soft, perfect for cuddling and you hate that you want to know what it’s like to be cuddled in his arms, wrapped tightly in his warmth and feel safe.

It’s not your place to wonder about things like these. If you really want to know, you could just ask Hyejin about it. She’ll probably tell you everything if you asked, giving you details on stuff you really don’t want details on at all.

Shaking your head to yourself, you get rid of the thoughts in your head. You let out a heavy sigh, turning back to your own laptop, missing Jungkook’s eyes as he looks up at you.

“You good?” He asks, noticing the heavy sigh that escapes you.

You look up at him once again, nodding right away and flash him a smile, “yeah, it’s just a lot to process.”

Jungkook smiles comfortingly in return, “yeah, well, a few more study dates like this and you’ll be fine. Promise.”

Oh, how you wish he wouldn’t call it study dates. It only makes it seem worse and you already feel bad about it enough as it is.

“Thank you again,” you tell him, “for going through all this trouble just to help me.”

“____, stop thanking me already,” he chuckles softly, “it’s not a problem, I’m just glad I can help.”

And help you he does. Jungkook suggests meeting up no more than two days later. You agree with a nervously beating heart, suggesting the library again because anywhere else would be too friendly. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and for that, you’re grateful.

It’s going pretty well so far – Jungkook has decided to teach you a few parts at a time so you won’t get too overwhelmed by all the new information you’re receiving. This time around you feel more comfortable around him, your heart is calmer in your chest, your words are more relaxed and you can look him in the eyes without feeling your cheeks heating up.

Maybe, just maybe, you can keep this at friends level and not expose yourself and the crush you have on the star soccer player of Seoul University.

“This assignment really is a bitch,” Jungkook groans quietly to himself, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. You can’t help but chuckle, keeping your eyes on your own laptop screen. You feel his eyes on the side of your face, suddenly feeling very self conscious about it. However, you don’t get to think more of it as a loud growl interrupts the silence. You clutch your stomach, cheeks instantly heating up causing Jungkook to chuckle softly.

“You hungry?” He asks.

You nod, feeling incredibly embarrassed, “a little, yeah.”

“Do you like ramen?”

What a weird question – everyone likes ramen.

“Who doesn’t like ramen?” You wonder out loud, giving Jungkook a look of confusion because the thought of someone not liking ramen seems impossible to you.

Jungkook feels a grin spread across his face as the words leave your lips. A woman after his own heart, he thinks to himself as he gets up, motioning for you to get up as well. Without protesting, you do as he says and copy him as he starts packing up his stuff.

“I know a place with really good ramen,” he tells you, nodding his head towards the exit of the library, “come on.”

Jungkook is watching you with slightly nervous eyes, waiting for your reaction as he opens the door to the ramen place for you. You walk inside, Jungkook follows right behind. You’re looking around, taking in the place with no words being said. From beside you, Jungkook is waiting, feeling anxious about bringing you here because this place is one of his favorite places – something about the dark, slightly futuristic style of the place making him feel at home. Besides, it’s not that well-known yet which makes it a perfect place to study while eating since it’s never packed with people.

“This is so cool,” you speak your mind, a smile spreading across your face as you turn to look at Jungkook.

Your smile makes something in him twist in excitement, causing a wide smile to spread across his own face. Out of pure instinct, he places a hand on the small of your back to silently urge you to move forward. He misses the way your breath hitches but he can’t ignore the way his hand burns from touching you.

“What do you wanna eat?”

You shrug, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Jungkook nods in response before greeting the staff of the restaurant as if he’s known them his whole life, telling them he would like two portions of his usual order. He shoots a glare at the guys behind the cashier as they wiggle their eyebrows at him while nodding their heads in your direction. Jungkook glances at you for a second just to check if you noticed their teasing. You’re occupied by looking around once again, busy taking in the details of the decoration and interior of the place to notice anything that goes on behind you. A relieved sigh escapes his lips as he guides you to his usual table.

“How did you find this place?” You ask Jungkook out of pure curiosity, taking another bite of the delicious ramen you were served not too long ago.

Jungkook swallows his bite before speaking, “I used to come here a lot last year during finals.”

“Oh.”

“It’s open most of the night so it was perfect for me,” he continues, “I had a lot of stuff going on last year with soccer and exams, so whenever I had practice till late I’d go here to study instead of going home.”

“Why?” You can’t help but ask.

“Can't seem to focus at home,” Jungkook shrugs, “I always end up falling asleep if I try to study at home after practice.”

You frown softly, chopsticks pausing mid-air as you look at him, “Jungkook, you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that. Sleeping is important too.”

A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook's lips as he looks at you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost dare say that you care about him. The concerned frown on your face and the words you speak makes him feel some type of way and the fluttering of his heart is an unknown feeling but he welcomes it, liking how it feels.

“So… what’s the deal with the new girl?” Taehyung asks Jungkook one day when they hang out in their shared living room. Jimin and Hoseok sneak a curious glance at Jungkook as he plops down onto the couch.

“Who? ____?” Jungkook asks despite being fully aware that it’s you Taehyung is asking about.

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirms.

Jungkook eyes him, “what do you mean?”

“You know,” Taehyung gestures with his hands for Jungkook to continue, “what’s she like?”

Why would Taehyung like to know what you’re like? Taehyung usually never cares about the girls Jungkook talks to. He has his own share of girls pining after him being the good-looking, slightly arrogant jock. He’s a huge flirt and usually only cares about a new girl if he finds her hot. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Yeah, you sure do spend a lot of time with her,” Hoseok butts in, curious eyes looking at Jungkook. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you help anyone study before.”

A nervous chuckle leaves Jungkook’s lips, “come on, guys, she’s from my hometown. I gotta help her out.”

His friends all give him a deadpan face and Taehyung raises a single eyebrow as if to say really?

“That is the best excuse you can come up with?” Hoseok laughs.

Before Jungkook can think of a comeback, Taehyung continues, “so you know what she’s like then? Since you’re helping out your fellow Busanian so much.”

Jungkook ignores his teasing jab to shrug, “I guess.”

“Well damn, Jeon, are you gonna tell us or do we need a special key to unlock it?”

“Guys, leave him alone,” Jimin interrupts Hoseok with a gentle tone, “he’ll open up about it when he’s ready.”

“Jesus Christ, there’s nothing to open up about!” Jungkook groans, “she’s- she’s… I don’t know, she’s just really cool. She’s down to earth and funny and easy to talk to.”

Jungkook’s gaze fixates on nothing in particular behind Taehyung, a dazed expression taking over his features as he thinks about the time he’s spent with you so far.

“She’s clumsy as hell and her eyes always light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about,” a soft chuckle escapes him as a small smile spreads on his lips. “She’s always drawing in class; she likes to draw these tiny flowers on branches. Sometimes she fills an entire page with them instead of taking notes which is kinda stupid because she’s confused already and then I have to explain the entire lecture to her-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes what’s happening, ears turning red in an instant as he notices the knowing smirks on his friends’ faces. He then clears his throat and shrugs, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible despite the way he just went off on a tangent about you. He doesn’t need his friends on his case about you anymore than they already are. “Uh, why- um, why are you asking?”

“Just wondering,” Taehyung shrugs in return, his smirk turning into a small grin.

Jungkook’s palms prickle with heat as he grows wary. “You’re… You’re not interested in her, are you?”

The silence is heavy in the living room as Taehyung lets out a sigh, leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Jungkook’s face twists in annoyance as he looks at his best friend sitting there all cocky and arrogant as ever. His entire posture screams arrogant, cocky and flirty – he’s everything every girl wants, except the fact that he’s incapable of doing feelings. It’s always flirt, fuck, flee. The three F’s of Kim Taehyung. Every girl knows this and yet some of them always end up getting hurt because they really thought it would be them who’d cause him to leave his fuckboy lifestyle behind.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung smirks, shrugging, “maybe?”

“Tae…” Jimin butts in, eyeing his teasing friend with a warning tone to his voice.

Taehyung can’t help but grin as he glances at their blonde haired roommate. He turns back to Jungkook only to be met by a glare, one Jungkook doesn’t notice he’s sporting until Taehyung lets out a laugh at the sight.

“Relax, Kookie,” Taehyung coos teasingly, “I know trying to take what’s yours can be dangerous territory.”

His words cause Hoseok to huff out a laugh, earning him a slap on the arm from Jimin. Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair only to leave it a mess.

“She’s not ‘mine’,” he defends.

“Not yet,” Taehyung points at Jungkook as he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles and throws one of the decorative pillows at the curly-haired man sitting on the other end of the couch. “What makes you think she’d go for your dumb ass anyway?”

Laughter erupts between the four roommates, the conversation moving on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Jungkook, or you for that matter. However, you stay in Jungkook’s mind as he falls silent, his friends not paying attention to him as they talk about god knows what. Despite the fact that his words were taken as a joke, he meant them one hundred percent. He knows you’d never go for someone like Taehyung. You couldn’t – not when he’s the exact opposite of you.

You’re nice, kind, sweet and soft in every way possible yet you have a touch of sarcasm within you and you know how to make a joke, one that will make Jungkook laugh, even days after when he coincidentally reminds himself of it again. You’re cute and you’re beautiful; even more so after he talked to you the first time, the soft and kind sound of your voice adding to your beauty, making you a constant in Jungkook’s mind ever since he saw you walking around all lost and confused.

But then again, Taehyung is a massive flirt and one of the most handsome guys on campus – and Jungkook has yet to meet someone who doesn’t gape at him every time he whips out his flirtatious ways. What’s worse is that Jungkook finds himself worrying about Taehyung asking you out one day and he hates it. Taehyung knows how Jungkook feels about you or at least he knows that Jungkook has a certain soft spot for you.

But that might not be enough for Taehyung to leave you be.

It’s been exactly two days since your last study-turned-dinner date at Jungkook’s favorite ramen place. This time around you’re texting him, asking if he’s up for another study date because you really need to get the hang of chapter 3 soon or else Professor Choi will surely fail you.

you [2:37 pm]: hi, wanna study today? :))

jungkook [2:46 pm]: ofc!! :) i’m on my way to practice rn but you can meet me there in two hours if you want?

you [2:47 pm]: oh okay, sure. i can do that!

jungkook [2:48 pm]: cool, see you then ;)

You really shouldn’t have agreed to meet him at the soccer field.

This thought comes to mind after you’ve arrived and sat down on the bleachers, watching the last bit of their practice. The early October weather is in their favor as the sun beams down on them. Jungkook and his teammates are running around, playing soccer, shouting stuff like ‘on your right’ and ‘up front, up front’. Jungkook has the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up into a makeshift tank top and his shorts are definitely tighter today than they were the last time you saw him on the field – or maybe you’re just seeing things.

Your eyes are locked on him as he moves around, easily stealing the ball from one of his teammates before heading for the goal, effortlessly bringing the ball along with his feet. The goalkeeper focuses on Jungkook only, trying his very best to block the ball but Jungkook manages to kick it into the goal net without much struggle, the goalkeeper throwing himself after the ball in a poor attempt to catch it.

“Nice one, Jeon!” The coach calls out after blowing his whistle, signaling the practice is over. “Alright boys, remember to go for that run we talked about before the next practice. Now go shower, you stink.”

The coach’s last words cause Jungkook and his teammates to let out a joint laugh as they grab their stuff and head for the locker rooms. Jungkook spots you on the bleachers, a smile spreading across his face as he makes his way towards you instead of tagging along with the other guys. Before he can reach you, Taehyung runs past him and pats him on the shoulder as he says something you can’t hear but it makes Jungkook glare at his best friend, swatting after him before he runs off to the locker rooms.

“Hey,” Jungkook breathlessly greets you as he comes to a halt in front of the bleachers. He watches you with a smile as you get up from your seat and make your way down the stairs, stopping in front of him.

“Hi.”

“Thanks for waiting. I didn’t think it’d drag out that much.”

His words barely register in your mind as you look at him, giving him a once over. His toned and veiny arms are on show due to his rolled up sleeves, skin glistening with sweat under the afternoon sunlight of October, damp and slightly curly hair with wet ends, pink lips parted as he breathes heavily from working out for two hours straight.

This is why you shouldn’t have agreed to meet him here. If you hadn’t, you would’ve spared yourself from seeing him like this – fresh out of practice, sweaty and good-looking. He’s without a doubt the most attractive person you've ever laid your eyes on and it’s intimidating as hell. Before Jungkook can catch you ogling him, you shake your head to get rid of these thoughts, plastering on a smile as you meet his eyes.

“It's okay,” you wave a hand dismissively, “so where do you wanna study?”

Jungkook swings his bag over his shoulder and smiles, “we can go back to my place?”

His place? Nope. No way.

You can’t be in his apartment, much less alone with him in his apartment. That’s definitely not like being at the library. In the library you feel relaxed because there are other people around, you’re never truly alone with Jungkook and haven’t been yet except for that night where he drove you home. Which itself left a bigger impact on you than you would’ve liked. However, his apartment – his home – is far from being like the library and just the mere thought of hanging out with him for longer than what a car ride lasts, studying with him back at his place has your heart racing and your mind screaming, reminding you of that promise you made to yourself – this crush on Jeon Jungkook needs to disappear.

But studying is important too and so far Jungkook seems to be your only option at getting this assignment done somewhat correctly. And you will always prioritize studying and your degree over anything else – even if it means spending some very intimidating alone time with the guy who’s making your heart race in your chest and your cheeks heat up like a little school girl.

“Sure,” you agree with his suggestion, voice rising an octave higher, “that sounds good.”

Jungkook and his roommates’ place is not like you imagined it to be. It’s clean, tidied up and nicely decorated and you can’t help but comment on it as soon as you’re standing in the living room, looking around. Your words have Jungkook chuckling before he tells you that keeping the place tidy and clean is mostly Jimin’s job. He doesn’t let the other guys touch the cleaning equipment because apparently they don’t know ‘how to do it right’. Jungkook puts air quotes around his last words, rolling his eyes with a smile playing upon his lips.

“Poor Jimin,” you pout playfully, trying your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your bottom lip for a split-second. “You guys let him carry that heavy load all by himself.”

“Hey,” Jungkook calls and points a finger at you, “Jimin put that heavy load on himself, so let’s not make Jungkook feel bad, alright?”

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a soft laugh, feeling the fast pace of your heart turn down a notch as the atmosphere turns light-hearted and playful. If being around Jungkook could be like this all the time without the unacknowledged tension and constant beating of your heart in your chest, maybe your crush would dissolve rather quickly. But no – Jungkook will go and do stuff that will make your breath hitch in your throat or he will say stuff that will make you blush for no specific reason. It’s a never-ending saga; Jungkook treats you with care and makes you laugh and then you’re right back to square one, your crush developing even faster than before.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Jungkook gestures to the couch, “I’ll hop in the shower before we get started.”

“Okay,” you squeak, the sudden thought of Jungkook taking a shower doing something to your voice.

“Be right back,” he smiles before disappearing into the bathroom, closing and locking the door after him.

You let out a soft yet frustrated groan to yourself as you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, the cute smile Jungkook flashed at you just a minute ago playing on repeat in your mind. Plopping down on the couch, you grab your bag and pull out your anatomy & physiology book and laptop, placing it on the coffee table. It’s quiet in the apartment, the only sound being the shower running in the bathroom and Jungkook whistling to himself. None of the other guys seems to be home at the moment; Jimin and Taehyung are probably both back at campus, showering in the locker rooms and Hoseok must be in the dance studio – as he always is, according to Hyejin at least.

The peaceful silence mixed with the shower running and Jungkook’s harmonic whistling is relaxing in a way as you grab your laptop and sit back on the couch, hesitantly making yourself at home like Jungkook told you to. You dig out the document containing your assignment and start reading it, trying to do a bit of work on it before Jungkook comes back from showering. You’re entirely absorbed in it, so much that you shoot up in surprise when the front door suddenly unlocks.

“Oh,” Taehyung comes to a halt as he appears in the living room, surprised eyes meeting yours from across the room.

“Hi,” you pipe, suddenly feeling like you’re intruding in Taehyung’s home as he glances around the room and then looks at you in suspicion.

“Jungkook left you alone?” He asks instead of greeting you back.

“Yeah,” you reply but then shake your head, “or, well, he’s in the shower so I wouldn’t say he left left me alone, you know?”

Taehyung chuckles and you grimace, feeling like facepalming yourself. You’ve met Taehyung before and talked with him too so this slightly awkward air surrounding you feels sudden and out of place. However, he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he dumps his duffle bag on the floor before plopping down on the couch next to you, sitting just an arm’s length away.

“Why are you studying here? Don’t you guys usually meet up at the library?” He asks, lifting a curious eyebrow as he looks at you.

You nod.

“We do, but Jungkook asked me to meet him at the soccer field and then he said we could go here, so yeah…” you shrug, “that’s why I’m lounging around on your couch as if I’ve been here a million times before.”

“Oh, please, knock yourself out,” Taehyung grins, “you’re welcome any time. I know Jungkook will agree with me on that one.”

Just as the words leave his lips, the bathroom door unlocks and opens. Both of you whip your heads towards it, eyes landing on Jungkook. You startle in surprise, eyes widening and your lips being sucked into your mouth as you quickly look away from him again, cheeks heating up.

Jungkook is not wearing a shirt, or pants for that matter – just a white towel wrapped around his waist and it’s hanging dangerously low on his hips, might you add. Taehyung glances at you before looking back at Jungkook who’s already staring at him. There’s a look on Jungkook’s face you miss but Taehyung reads it right away, knowing fully well that it’s a silent warning that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. You, on the other hand, are just hoping none of them caught onto the way your entire face flushed but Taehyung quickly destroys your hope as he speaks up.

“Dude, put on some clothes, will you?” He tells Jungkook. “Not everyone wants to see you naked.”

Okay, to be fair, you definitely wouldn’t mind it but you would like to be warned beforehand. It would give you a chance to prepare yourself and keep yourself from flushing red as if you’ve never seen a guy naked before. That you have for sure but you haven’t been as attracted to them as you are to this one. And before now it was only you who knew, but now it seems Taehyung knows too and you’re not entirely sure what he will do with this new information.

You risk sneaking a glance at Jungkook as you hear him click his tongue before heading towards his bedroom to retrieve some clothes, most likely. Hopefully. The sight of his naked back has you chewing on your bottom lip while trying to ignore the tiny smirk and teasing look on Taehyung’s face. When Jungkook is out of your line of vision, you glance at Taehyung only to be met with a look, one that tells you that he knows.

He may be an arrogant and flirty jock but he’s incredibly observative as well – obviously aware of the fact that seeing Jungkook practically naked affected you much more than it would someone who sees him as just a friend.

But before you can tell him to keep whatever information he has gotten within the past five minutes to himself, Jungkook reappears, wearing a matching set of a black hoodie and black sweatpants. He carries his anatomy & physiology book and laptop in one hand as he strides towards the couch.

“You ready to learn some more about the human body?” He grins softly.

He knows just how much you hate this assignment with every fiber of your being.

“Yep,” you quickly reply, still slightly shocked from seeing Jungkook’s entire torso in the naked form, now all hidden underneath that big, soft-looking hoodie of his.

“Well,” Taehyung sighs as he gets up from the couch, allowing Jungkook to take the spot – he, however, chooses to sit a bit closer to you than Taehyung did, one arm's length now only half an arm's length. “I’ll let you nerds get to it.”

You and Jungkook both watch as he smirks softly, grabbing his bag off the floor and moving towards his bedroom.

“I’m gonna go do something more fun,” he grins, “like watching paint dry. Have fun, kids!”

He closes his bedroom door after him, leaving you and Jungkook alone.

“Sorry about that,” Jungkook sighs and turns to look at you, “he tends to be like that and we haven’t figured out what to do with him yet.”

Laughing, you shake your head, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. He was being nice.”

“Hopefully not too nice,” Jungkook mutters softly as he opens his laptop and book to continue with the assignment. You don’t put much thought into Jungkook’s words as you join him, opening your own book onto the page you last left off at. You’re determined to get this assignment done so you don’t have to think about it anymore or have anymore of these torturous study dates with Jungkook.

This assignment is slowly killing you – and Jungkook can tell.

For the past hour, he has been trying his very best to explain a specific part of chapter 3 on Anatomy & Physiology in sports but nothing makes sense to you and the deadline is coming closer for every minute that ticks by. The stress building up within you is visibly showing on your face as you stare blankly at Jungkook, trying to make sense of every sentence he’s saying. After trying to make you understand a certain academic term for the third time without success, he chuckles softly and closes the book.

“Why don’t we do something else for a bit?” He suggests.

You sigh deeply, “I need to understand this part, Jungkook… otherwise I won’t be able to finish the assignment.”

“____, if we don’t take a break now, you won’t be able to get it at all.”

The hesitating look you give him causes him to close both of your laptops and push them aside on the dining table. You watch in confusion as he gets up and moves around the table before coming to a halt in front of you. A shot of a tingling, electrifying feeling runs through your body as he carefully grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet. You try your very hardest to ignore the way your stomach flips and how your entire body is set on fire as his hands grasp yours – instead focusing on not developing butterflies in your stomach because of how he tugs you to the couch with a small smile on his face.

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says, “and then we can go back to studying.”

“Fine,” you give in, fighting the smile that’s threatening to spread on your lips.

You get comfortable on your couch and turn on the TV, pulling up your favorite streaming site; Disney+. Jungkook watches in silence as you look through the movies. He’s sitting quietly next to you, relaxed with his feet up on the coffee table and arms behind his head. He can tell you’re struggling to choose a movie, a chuckle leaving him.

“Do you know what you wanna watch?” He asks in amusement.

You shrug, “is a Marvel movie okay?”

This catches Jungkook’s attention as his head turns abruptly to look at you. You meet his eyes, confused as to why he looks at you as if you said something shocking. Maybe you did – if the surprised yet slight smile on Jungkook’s face is something to base it on.

“What?” You ask him, suddenly feeling very small under his surprised stare.

“You like Marvel?”

The surprised tone of his voice tells you that the shocking thing you said was the word ‘Marvel’ as if he never expected you to like superhero movies. You pull your legs up under you and give him a pointed look, smile threatening to spread on your lips, “are you kidding? Marvel is the best thing ever created.”

The grin that splits across Jungkook’s face as the words leave your mouth brings a warmth to your chest, your heart skipping a beat as the glint in his eyes becomes more evident.

“I didn't peg you to be into superheroes,” he admits with a lopsided grin, “but now that you mention it, I can definitely see it.”

For some reason, his comment makes you grin. Jungkook squints his eyes at you, “who’s your favorite Avenger though?”

“Wanda, for sure,” you reply instantly, “yours?”

Jungkook smirks as he runs a hand through his hair, a slight redness painting his ears as he reminisces his childhood, “my room back home in Busan used to be filled with Iron Man posters and action figures when I was a kid.”

As Jungkook reveals this endearing fact about himself, you immediately imagine a much younger version of the man next to you – he’s sitting on the floor of his childhood bedroom, walls covered in Iron Man posters, bookcases and shelves filled with action figures rather than books, the bed sheets covered with Marvel comics too. A bedroom of a little fanboy filled with merchandise, comics, action figures and posters mixed with trophies and medals from his soccer tournaments.

The adorable image of Jungkook as a child has you smiling to yourself.

Jungkook is already looking when you look at him again, his head slightly tilted to the side with a small smile on his lips when his dark brown eyes lock with yours.

“How did you end up here in Seoul?” You ask him, changing the subject as the thought suddenly strikes you. “I mean, Busan Uni has a pretty good soccer team too, right?”

“Yeah, they do,” Jungkook agrees, “Seoul has better opportunities though when you wanna pursue soccer on a professional level.”

“Oh, right, that makes sense.”

“What about you? Why did you leave Busan?”

There’s a long pause. You haven’t talked about it since you came to Seoul, simply telling people that you changed for academic reasons. However, as Jungkook looks at you, awaiting your response with calm eyes and a small smile, you want to tell him the real reason for your sudden move.

“I’ve always wanted to leave Busan and go somewhere else. And I just knew that if I didn’t leave now, I would be stuck there for the rest of my life…” a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you continue, “my brother lives abroad and I’ve always admired him for that, but my parents took it pretty hard when he left. After that, I always kinda felt like it was my responsibility to stay close to home, even though I always wanted to leave Busan someday. My parents wanted me to attend college in Busan and eventually get a job in Busan, then buy a house in Busan, and next thing you know I’ll be buried in Busan. And then I won’t get the chance to experience what else there is to life other than my hometown-“

You pause to inhale deeply before sighing again, “but then I ended up finally telling them I wanted to transfer to Seoul Uni. They weren’t very supportive of it though.”

“Oh,” Jungkook mutters, frowning softly, “I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you shake your head as if to tell him it’s okay, “they told me that if I wanted to move to Seoul, I should at least major in medicine because apparently ‘there’s no future in art, ____’, so I agreed to change my major.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you, “but you’re not majoring in medicine?”

You shake your head again, “nope.”

The realization hits him then, his lips parting as he understands what you’re telling him, “oh, I see.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle softly, “so I’m still an art major but I did enroll in anatomy and physiology to have some sort of proof if they ever ask for it. And that is why you’re helping me study because none of it makes sense to me.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh at that, finding you endearing and so, so cool. The way you chose to follow your heart and major in art despite your parents telling you to study medicine makes you even cooler in his eyes. The idea of you pursuing what you love and not what anyone else thinks is best is inspiring to say the least and Jungkook is positive that there’s no one quite like you.

“Sorry, that was a lot,” you chuckle sheepishly as his laughter dies down. “I usually don’t talk about it that much.”

Jungkook shakes his head and smiles, “no, don’t apologize, I think it’s really cool how you chose to pursue what you want and not give a damn what everyone else says.”

You smile in response to his words.

“I get it though,” he continues, “I felt the same way – I mean I knew I had to move to Seoul for my future if I wanted to make something of myself, but I want to travel too and see what else the world has to offer.”

“Yeah, me too! My brother lives in Paris and we went there last year for his wedding. It’s so cool there.”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement, “wait, your brother lives in Paris? Some of the best soccer players in the world play for Paris Saint-Germain! I’ve always wanted to go there!”

“You should! They have the most bread I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Jungkook laughs, “bread?”

“Yes, I had a sandwich that was the size of my head.”

The excited grin that’s spreading across your face has Jungkook laughing. You’re too adorable, getting so hyped over a sandwich you had a year ago and the fact that Paris was filled with bread.

“Sounds like a dream,” he tells you, smirking softly.

You nod excitingly, “it was the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

After discussing sandwiches, story-telling about how you got drunk at your brother’s wedding, and Jungkook telling you which soccer players that are playing for Paris Saint-Germain, you and Jungkook end up watching the first Marvel movie Disney+ recommended. It’s halfway through the movie you realize just how close you’re sitting to Jungkook, the way his thigh and shoulder is touching yours causing you to inhale deeply before exhaling again, breathing slightly shaky. Jungkook is completely absorbed in the movie, not paying attention to how you try to distance yourself from him before your entire body explodes from the close proximity. Once you manage to move an inch without being too obvious, you relax into the couch and continue to watch the movie.

“You ready to try again?” Jungkook asks once the end credits start to roll over the screen.

You drop your head against the back of the couch, groaning softly, “do I have to?”

Jungkook chuckles as he stands up, “unfortunately, yes. But once you get it, the rest will come to you pretty easily.”

“Fine.”

After thirty minutes and four tries of explaining the workings of a dislocated shoulder to you, Jungkook lets out a defeated sigh as you ask him the same question for the third time; “can’t you just pop it back into place?”

“____, no… it doesn’t work that way,” he groans softly as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re not supposed to pop it back into place, you need to roll it back into place to prevent additional damage.”

“But how?” You whine. “Jungkook, how do you roll a bone?”

“You just… roll it.”

You stare at Jungkook, eyes squinting in confusion and frustration, “how does that even work? It’s not a bowling ball!”

“A bowling ball? Jesus fucking chr- come here, I’ll show you,” he waves you over, “because explaining it to you or drawing it obviously doesn’t work.”

“Well, maybe if someone’s drawing skills were better, it wouldn’t be so hard to understand,” you point out, mumbling it.

Jungkook hears you though and shoots you a soft glare, “I’m an excellent artist, thank you very much.”

You’re pursing your lips to hide your smile as you get up and stand in front of him, wondering how exactly he’s going to show you how to roll your shoulder back into place when your shoulder is perfectly fine. Jungkook pulls out the chair next to him, telling you to sit down. You do as told, yelping in surprise when he tugs the chair closer to himself, practically seating you between his legs.

“Okay, imagine your shoulder fell out of its socket,” Jungkook begins to explain. You nod and hum, glancing at him. He meets your eyes for a split second as he brings his right hand up, grabbing your forearm to hold it in the air. He places his left hand right below your collarbone, his thumb softly digging into the juncture of your shoulder.

You try your very hardest to ignore the way your skin is tingling under your shirt as his hand rests upon the upper part of your chest, his thumb digging into your flesh and his other hand holding onto your arm. You might be hallucinating but you’re pretty sure his thumb is stroking the skin of your forearm repeatedly as if to caress it. You watch him as he explains it to you, his eyes focused on your shoulder as he starts pointing out different spots that are important to have in mind when you need to relocate a shoulder.

“So you shouldn’t tug or push when you wanna ‘pop’ it back into place. You need to do it by feeling around with your thumb and then slowly roll the arm so the shoulder is carefully rolled back into place,” he says, glancing up at you. His eyes lock with yours, causing you to inhale a soft but sharp breath of air.

When did he get so close to you?

You feel panic settle in your chest as you catch Jungkook glancing at your lips. Not that you’re any better because you’ve been stealing glances at his lips too while he was talking about different pressure points of the shoulder. You're still living in the unknown of what it would feel like to kiss them.

The urge to kiss him is overwhelming, especially when he’s sitting this close – right next to you, his legs caging the chair you’re sitting on, eyes skimming your face and pausing a second longer on your lips only to drive you crazy because you know you and him will never happen, not when your friend already has feelings for him.

God, why does he have to be so attractive and sweet anyway? It’s ridiculous, really.

Something within the short moment of silence told Jungkook to lean closer because he does and he’s coming closer, eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes to look for any signs that you don’t want him this close. You do want him this close but you shouldn’t though. You want him to lean in all the way and kiss you but you shouldn’t want him to.

When he’s only an inch away from touching your lips with his, his breath fanning across your mouth just as he’s about to close the distance entirely, you turn your head. You feel his lips brush your cheek before he pulls away immediately, an apology leaving his lips in an instant, his hands falling from where they were touching you.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he creates space between you and him, causing your heart to fall to the pit of your stomach.

You can’t help but look at him in surprise, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I just-” Jungkook shrugs, lips parting as he searches his mind for an explanation. His shoulders drop as if giving up and he sighs deeply, “I really like you, ____… And I just had a feeling that maybe you liked me too.”

Jungkook likes you? The Jeon Jungkook likes you and not his fuck buddy, Hyejin? You’re tempted to ask him to repeat himself because it seems unbelievable to you that someone like him would be into someone like you – it’s not that you’re complete opposites or anything, it could make sense but you just figured he’d be more into someone popular and sweet like Hyejin, like himself.

She is the perfect girl after all.

Uncomfortable silence fills the room as you look at him, teeth digging into your bottom lip in pure nervousness. Jungkook is looking at you with his big, round eyes and they’re full of hope and a hint of desperation. It breaks your heart because you know what you have to do and he won’t like it.

“Jungkook…” You begin and you can tell he already knows what you’re going to say as he closes his eyes momentarily as if to shield himself from your words. “I-I don’t see you that way.”

That has got to be the biggest fattest lie you’ve ever told anyone but Hyejin keeps appearing in your mind, reminding you that she has been fucking him for months now while developing feelings which seems impossible to prevent – he’s incredibly easy to fall for.

“I see,” he nods.

You grimace to disguise the frown on your face, “I’m sorry-”

Jungkook shakes his head and flashes you a smile, one that was supposed to cover up the disappointment he feels but it’s a sad smile and the disappointment is evident on his face.

“No need to apologize,” he says, waving a hand, “I must’ve gotten the wrong idea, I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, don’t…” You try but cut yourself off as he turns around in his seat to pack up his things. You stay put in your seat right next to him, watching with a deep frown as he stuffs his laptop and books into his backpack before getting up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“I’ll, uh, see myself out,” he tells you and motions to the dining table, “I hope I was able to help with… all that.”

Not a single word leaves your lips as his lips spread into a flat, tight-lipped smile before he turns on his heel and heads for the front door, leaving without hesitation. You’re left sitting in the middle of your kitchen slash living room, confused and sad because the only guy who has ever made you feel like you're floating likes you too but your conscience gets in the way – you made a promise to yourself to get rid of this useless crush of yours. You need to keep that promise for the sake of your friendship with Hyejin.

Now more than ever.

jungkook [8:23 pm]: hey, wanna meet up tomorrow? we’re still missing the last part of chap 3 :)

The first text Jungkook sent you after being turned down was left unanswered. He wasn’t sure if he should text you at all after what happened but he decided to do it anyway, hoping that you and him could pretend it never happened. So he sent you that text the other night but you still haven’t replied. To be honest, he doesn’t even know if you read it. The only time he’s seen you after he rushed out of your place, his heart bruised and his ego too, was in A&P class yesterday. But you came late and left quickly, so he hasn’t had the chance to ask you in person. But he’s kind of worried. It’s very unlike you to not respond to his texts – whether it's him asking about studying or him sending a random meme late at night when he’s unable to sleep and still running high on adrenaline from being at the gym.

Now he’s sitting on the couch in his living room; all of his roommates have gone to bed already and the entire apartment is quiet, the only sound being the late-night traffic outside and the occasional front door being slammed shut by one of the neighbors. His phone rests on his thigh as he stares at it, the last text he sent you staring back at him, unanswered. Unread.

Maybe he should just text you again? Just to make sure you’re okay. You didn't seem okay when he saw you in class yesterday. He lets out a defeated sigh as he picks up his phone and starts typing.

jungkook [11:09 pm]: hey, just making sure you saw my text. everything ok? when do you wanna study again? lmk :)

Another day passes and there’s still no reply from you.

He misses you, misses hanging out with you, studying with you – just being around you. Not hearing from you or seeing you for several days after he’s gotten used to seeing you every other day is affecting him much more than he thought it would. Maybe it’s the way you left things the last time you saw each other. There’s a chance he ruined everything – that you don’t want to be friends with him anymore after he tried to kiss you and confessed. It wasn’t a good moment but a part of Jungkook is hoping that you’ll be able to look past it and still be friends despite the feelings that are rooted within him.

Hope fills him as a text lights up his phone, causing him to grab it right away and holding it up to read the new text. His face falls and shoulders slump when he sees the text isn’t from you but Hyejin instead.

hyejin [7:53 pm]: Hi! Wanna come over?🥰

Normally he would reply to Hyejin right away, saying yes or no, depending on his mood. Usually he’s in the mood for coming over to her place but something is holding him back tonight. He feels torn – should he go to Hyejin’s place despite the feelings he has for you? Maybe he should. It wouldn't hurt anyone, especially not you since you turned him down. As if you even care if he sees Hyejin or not. Besides, it’s not like Jungkook will get anything out of sitting around, staring at his phone while waiting for you to reply. Might as well do something else while he waits. He’ll have to get rid of these unnecessary and unreciprocated feelings eventually anyway.

After texting Hyejin back, telling her he’s on his way, Jungkook grabs his phone and car keys before heading out of the front door. While driving to Hyejin’s place, Jungkook is thinking about the other day, thinking about how you had been so close to letting him kiss you, how you had turned your head in the last second before Jungkook could close the distance between you, how he had bared his feelings to you only for you to turn him down, to tell him you don’t see him that way.

He had been so sure you liked him too and then you rejected him. That has never happened to Jungkook before – not that Jungkook has ever tried to make a move on a girl before like this. Sure, he’s had his fair share of hook-ups here and there, but he has never initiated a kiss without the intention of hooking up. The other day he just wanted to touch your lips with his own, nothing more.

It’s a strange feeling; wanting to be around you all the time, wondering what you’re doing when you’re not with him, wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand.

He has never felt like this about anyone before.

It has always been hook-ups and flings, nothing serious. Jungkook has never wanted anything serious. Not even with Hyejin – but then you came into the picture, lost and confused on your very first day and Jungkook found himself walking towards you before he could even register it in his mind. At first he was captivated by your beauty, then your voice after hearing it for the first time, and now your personality.

Not that it matters anymore anyway. You don’t see him that way and yet you’re still the only thing on his mind when he rings the doorbell to Hyejin’s sorority house.

“Hi,” Hyejin mouths to Jungkook when she opens the door, her phone to her ear as she flashes him a smile. “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow, Jungkook just got here. Alright, see you!”

Jungkook pays no attention to Hyejin’s phone call as he slips inside, greeting her with a low ‘hey’. It’s all routine as he follows her to her room, takes off his jacket only to dump it on the chair by her desk and slips off his shoes, leaving them by the chair as well. Hyejin joins him on her bed as he plops down onto it, staring at the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh.

“You okay?” Hyejin asks, supporting her head with her hand to look at him.

“Yeah, just tired… ” he breathes, mind still occupied with thoughts of you and why you haven’t answered his messages since he last saw you. You usually reply within an hour or so. Maybe you’re going through some stuff that has caused you to distance yourself from everyone. He wonders if Hyejin has heard from you. Surely, you wouldn’t ignore only Jungkook, right?

“Have you heard from ____ lately?” He can’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Yeah, that’s who I was talking to on the phone when you got here. Why?”

So you’re ignoring just Jungkook. That’s cool.

“Kookie,” Hyejin coos as he frowns, “if you’re not up for it tonight, we can just watch a movie or something.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head as he sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair, his tone slightly harder than intended as he responds; “I didn’t come here to watch a movie, Hyejin.”

“Then what did you come here for?”

Hyejin slides into his lap, her arms sliding up his chest to his shoulders and further into his hair. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, head falling back. Hyejin sees an opportunity to plant open-mouthed kisses on his neck, leaning in and placing her lips against his skin.

“Sex,” Jungkook grumbles, letting himself be pushed to lay down on the bed as he welcomes her touch reluctantly, “just sex.”

How you’ve managed to avoid Jungkook for days now is unbeknownst to you, especially because you’ve gotten used to seeing him every other day. The only time you’ve seen him was in A&P class two days ago but even then you made sure to get there right before it started, so that you wouldn’t end up sitting next to him. You felt his eyes on you the entire time you walked from the door and to the first empty seat you could find. Throughout the class, you didn’t dare look in his direction because the mere thought of facing him after the other day is just heartbreaking and embarrassing to say the least. You can’t forget the pained expression on his face when you rejected him, when you lied to his face and told him you don’t see him in any other way but platonically.

But then you were on the phone with Hyejin a few days ago, speechless and greatly confused when she said she had to go because Jungkook was there. After the phone call ended, you stared at your phone for a solid minute as the disappointment and bitterness grew within you.

Why would Jungkook confess his feelings for you and then go see Hyejin not even a week later?

It doesn’t make sense to you.

You hate the fact, despite knowing for months now that he and Hyejin have been seeing each other, that he went to see her after baring his feelings. In all honesty, you feel disgusted and nauseous at the idea of him with someone else. What exactly was the purpose when he opened up to you? Why would he try to kiss you when he’s still involved with Hyejin?

All these questions are filling your head, screaming at you and causing your mood to turn sour as you arrive at the frat party that’s taking place tonight. Hyejin told you to meet her here after you told her you had some stuff to do before being able to go. As always, the music is blaring through the speakers, people filling the rooms – chatting, dancing, making out. You squeeze through a group of people before you spot Hyejin and the rest of the friend group. You’re about to approach them but the sight that catches your attention has you halting in your steps.

There he is.

Seated on the couch, Hyejin in his lap with one of her arms around his shoulders. Your eyes follow his arms, taking notice of how one of his hands is resting on her thigh, the other arm around her waist. They’re both watching Hoseok as he stands in the middle of the circle, goofing around as always. Laughter spreads between all of them, Jungkook’s eyes squinting together and nose scrunching up like it usually does when he laughs. Hyejin is laughing too, her hand now caressing the back of his neck. Jungkook doesn’t seem fazed by it, in fact he seems pretty relaxed as he sits there.

They look like the perfect couple, you think to yourself, the popular, sorority president and the star of the soccer team.

But as you take in the image of them, you can’t help the way anger boils within your chest along with the pain of seeing the guy you have feelings for all cuddled up on the couch with your friend. You were sad before coming here, sad that you had to hurt Jungkook the way that you did when he had opened up to you, guilty because you avoided and ignored him, angry at yourself for making him feel so rejected after trying to kiss you. But all you feel now is anger – anger, bitterness, nausea and jealousy because not only is he cuddled up with her on the couch but he also went to see her last night as if nothing happened at your place just a few days before.

So instead of approaching the group, you turn on your heel, about to walk away but you freeze in your steps as Hyejin calls your name.

“____! Hey!”

Inhaling deeply, you plaster on the fakest smile you can muster before turning to face her, to face all of them. You smile at everyone, greeting them. A pair of eyes are boring into the side of your face but you choose not to look at him. You’re not sure what you will do if you lock eyes with him.

“Hey, you came,” his voice reaches you anyway. There’s a soft and excited yet nervous smile on his face when your eyes flicker to meet his. Your heart skips a beat before it sinks to the pit of your stomach. You hate being so angry with him, so jealous, but you can’t control it as a deep frown takes over your features. And before Jungkook or Hyejin can say more, you’re turning your back to them again.

“That was weird,” you hear Hyejin say to the others just as you head to the kitchen.

Jungkook watches you walk away, a frown much like yours on his face. His eyebrows are knitted together in confusion as he wonders what the hell just happened. As you disappear into the kitchen, he lets out a sigh and relaxes into the couch, convincing himself that you’re just getting yourself a drink before coming back again. But as five minutes pass and you still haven’t returned to the group, Jungkook nudges Hyejin off his lap. He ignores the confused look she gives him as he gets up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen. The frown and slightly pained expression on your face is stuck on his mind.

When Jungkook enters the kitchen, he spots you by the counter island, talking to Taehyung of all people. Ignoring the tension appearing in his chest as he notices the bright smile on your face and Taehyung's as well, he makes his way to you. When Taehyung notices Jungkook over your shoulder, Jungkook greets him with a nod before coming to a stop next to you.

“Hey,” he softly butts in, focusing his eyes on you, “can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m in the middle of something,” you tell him, voice cold as you glance at him, looking at him with disinterest causing his stomach to drop.

“Please?”

Taehyung clicks his tongue, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “I’ll go see if the others need a refill or something.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder a few times as if to say ‘good luck’ before leaving, heading back into the living room of the frat house. Jungkook watches his friend walk away, sighing as he turns to face you again. Before Jungkook can open his mouth to utter a single word, you’re turning your back to him and leaving the kitchen in the same direction you entered.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks as he follows you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

Jungkook continues to follow as you keep walking, heading for nothing in particular other than trying to get away from Jungkook. Just the mere sound of his voice reminds you of how he went to see Hyejin last night despite claiming to have feelings for you. You can’t get the mental image of them together – him caressing her, fucking her, kissing her – out of your head, causing you to walk faster. But Jungkook keeps up with you.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting like anything,” you shrug, “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jungkook scoffs softly, “Come on, ____, I can clearly see something is bothering you. What is it?”

“Why don’t you just go back to Hyejin?” You tell him as you glance at him over your shoulder. You yelp softly as Jungkook grabs your wrist, abruptly turning you to face him, your eyes meeting confused and frustrated, dark brown ones.

“What are you talking about?”

You pull your wrist from his hand, crossing your arms over your chest, shrugging, “I just find it interesting that you confessed to me and tried to kiss me and yet you’re still with Hyejin. Like why would you tell me you like me and then go see her the same week?”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows are pulled together on his forehead, confusion etched on his face, “You know I have nothing going on with her.”

“Oh, is that why you’re fucking?”

The words leave your lips so fast as if the question has been on the tip of your tongue for days. Jungkook blinks at you in surprise, not expecting that. However, his face soon twists into one akin to frustration. Why does it matter anyway, Jungkook thinks to himself. You don’t feel the same so what does it matter that he’s seeing Hyejin after being rejected by you? What exactly did you expect him to do? Swear off sex and other girls until you might realize you like him too?

“Why do you even care? You told me-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes you’re standing in the middle of a crowded hallway. People are starting to look, starting to pay attention to the conversation between the two of you. Moving instinctively, he grabs your hand and pulls you through the nearest door, closing and locking it after him. It’s a storage closet and when he turns to face you, his breath hitches as he notices how tight it is in here and just how close you’re standing to each other.

“You told me you don’t like me,” he continues calmly, yet a hint of frustration in his voice.

“I don’t,” you tell him sharply, your tone defensive.

“Then why do you care?”

“I don’t!” You hiss.

Jungkook can’t help but shoot you a look, one that tells you that he doesn’t believe you one bit.

“I’m not stupid, ____,” he chuckles, no humor in it. “Apparently you do because you keep avoiding me!”

“Just because I’m avoiding you, doesn’t mean something’s wrong,” you tell him, “the world doesn’t revolve around you, Jungkook.”

“So you are avoiding me?”

Silence fills the small space of the closet, realization flashing across your face as you avoid Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook watches you nibble on your bottom lip, sighing as he gives up.

“Is this about the kiss?” He asks, voice softer this time around as worry fills him. The stress of the whole situation hits him all at once. He really managed to ruin everything because he gave into his urge to kiss you, “I already said I was sorry. I would take it back if I could… Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“You didn’t.”

The sudden soft sound of your voice causes Jungkook to shut up, searching for your eyes in the darkness of the closet. He can feel the warmth radiating off your body due to the close proximity. If he were to lift his hands, they would brush against you. Just the mere thought of touching you has his heart beating faster.

“What?” He mutters.

“Nevermind,” you wave a dismissive hand, “just forget it.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “no, just… Talk to me. Please.”

“I can’t, Jungkook!”

Jungkook stares at you in disbelief; frustrated and stressed, dejected and regretful because now you won’t even talk to him. He shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. He shouldn’t have crossed that line with you. What you had before should’ve been enough for him. Yet he still wants you to tell him what’s going on, to say what’s bothering you, to tell him what he can do to make things okay again. But instead of asking calmly, the fear of losing you entirely takes over, causing his voice to raise just a tad bit.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I just-“ You let out a frustrated groan, “I just can’t, okay?”

“Why not?!” Jungkook’s patience is running thin at this point, dissolving the more you refuse to tell him what’s wrong.

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

Panic rises in you, the answer to all of Jungkook’s questions lying on the tip of your tongue. But you know you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, to tell him what the real issue is. Instead all you can focus on is his lips, pink and pretty, so close to yours and inviting as ever as they’re slightly parted. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths of frustration, his breath is brushing against you and god, you want to kiss him so bad.

So you do.

Before Jungkook can prepare himself for what happens next, you’re grabbing him by the nape of his neck to slam your mouth against his. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as you kiss him; passionately, desperately. Every emotion you’ve felt for him ever since meeting him the first day is poured into this moment, the words you can’t bring yourself to say being said through a kiss.

It’s as if relief rushes through your body as you finally get to feel his lips on yours. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it almost happened less than a week ago.

Jungkook feels his entire body fill with heat as your lips connect with his, his knees going weak and if he didn’t know any better, he would think his body could melt into a pool of goo at your feet. He immediately cups your face with his hand, kissing you back. As your fingertips dig into the back of his neck, he slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. A moan escapes your lips as he devours your mouth with his own, leaning against you until your back hits the wall of the tiny closet.

Both of you are breathing heavily, fingers digging into each other’s flesh as tongues meet. Jungkook groans softly into your mouth as your hand slides from his neck and further up into his hair, fingers curling themselves in the black strands of softness. His arm around your waist tightens as he catches the whimper that escapes from your lips. He swallows it and continues kissing you like his life depended on it, fingertips digging into your skin through your dress.

Kissing you is a dream coming true for Jungkook – it’s everything he ever could’ve imagined and more. The soft feeling of your lips, the small sounds you make when his body is pressed against yours, the way you hold onto him to pull him in close. It’s all too much yet it’s not enough. Jungkook wishes to kiss you non-stop, to have you this close at all times. As his hand travels from your waist and up the expanse of your back, he wonders what it’s like to know every dip and curve of your body, what it’s like to know about the spots that will have you shuddering under his touch, what it’s like to run his lips over every part of your body and watch you squirm until you’re pleading him to kiss you till you can’t breathe. He lets his fingertips dig into your shoulder blade before sliding back down again, settling lower than before.

Your mouths can’t stop, won’t stop. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh as he lets himself relax entirely against you, his hand moving from cupping your face to sliding into your hair, thumb staying on your cheek to caress the skin there. A whimpering, slightly pleading moan leaves you, going straight to Jungkook’s–

Jungkook’s heart stops in his chest as something, or someone, thumps against the door, causing you to pull away, eyes widened in shock and hands pressing against Jungkook’s chest as if to create distance between him and you. Jungkook stares back at you, not sure what to say or do with himself as he watches you drop your head into your hands, inaudible mumbling coming from you. Although he’s pretty sure he hears the word ‘no’ repeatedly.

“Um… are you-” Jungkook softly tries, voice croaked as he speaks the first words after the best kiss of his life. To be honest, he can’t believe what just happened, his mind currently in a complete daze.

“I need to go.”

You cut him off as you try to push past him, reaching for the lock on the door. You can’t ignore how your hands are slightly shaking and how your heart is beating so hard it might leave your ribcage in a minute. Your chest is tightening, making it difficult for you to breathe in this tiny storage closet. God, that was the best fucking kiss of your life – mind-blowing even and you’re convinced nothing compares to what you and Jungkook just shared. You’re no stranger to making out and you know for sure that you’ve never in your life experienced anything like this before.

Your mind is hazy, dazed as you struggle to unlock the door, fumbling with the lock and handle. It won’t budge and Jungkook’s presence is only making it worse. You can feel the heat radiating off him, engulfing you entirely and slowly pulling you back in to feel his body against yours again–

Why won’t this fucking door open?

Jungkook’s mind hasn’t caught up yet, his thoughts a jumbled mess and intoxicated by you and your lips. But as you let out a frustrated groan while trying to get the door open, he reconnects with reality, eyes widening when he realizes you’re trying to leave the closet. Panic settles in, his entire body moving on its own as he presses a hand against the door, keeping it closed just as you finally manage to unlock it.

“Don’t leave.”

The words escape his kiss-swollen lips in a pleading tone, voice soft in the quietness of the closet. He watches as you drop your forehead against the door, a heavy sigh leaving you. He hopes you won’t leave, he hopes with every fiber of his being that you will stay just long enough to tell him what the hell is going on, what the hell that kiss was all about and why you’re trying to leave so diligently. He doesn’t want you to leave again only to avoid and ignore him. Again. He missed you so much these past days of not seeing or hearing from you. Having you ignoring and avoiding him all over again would be torture to say the least. Especially after what just happened.

“Jungkook… I can’t-” you mutter softly, not looking at him at all. “I can’t do this.”

“Don’t push me away again. Please.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook is reluctant to remove his hand from the door but when you tug at it, he sighs in defeat and lets his hand fall, allowing you to open it more. Before he can ask you to stay once again, you’re slipping out of the closet and leaving him by himself, confused and frustrated yet high on the feeling of your lips, longing for even more.

Anger, frustration, confusion… longing.

These are all emotions Jungkook feels as he gets ready for the soccer game taking place tonight. He’s trying his hardest to get into his usual mindset before the game but tonight it seems impossible. The rest of the team around him are sneaking glances at him here and there as if to see if he’s made any progress since he put on his headphones and closed off from the sounds around him. They’re worried for their star player, no doubt about it. Tonight’s game is important – there’s a scout from FC Seoul who’s had her eyes on Jungkook for a while at this point, watching their last couple of games. Never once has she talked to Jungkook but she will after tonight’s game if his coach ends up being right.

However, the only thing on Jungkook’s mind is not the scout from FC Seoul nor is it the game that he’s about to play. No, it’s you and you only. You’ve been on his mind since you left him alone in the storage closet, leaving in such a rush that it didn’t occur to him what had happened until he was lying in his bed an hour later.

It had dawned on him then; how you had been so determined to not tell him what was wrong, how you had kissed him like you couldn’t tell him in any other way. But the minute Hyejin’s name left your lips, Jungkook knew. Something about him and Hyejin is bothering you, he just doesn’t know what or why. Yes he hooks up with her on occasion, but he already told you – twice – that he has nothing going on with her, that she’s nothing but a friend. However, something about the settlement he has with Hyejin is holding you back from telling Jungkook what the actual issue is.

“Alright, boys, listen up,” the coach enters the locker room, clipboard in hand as he glances around the room. Jungkook sits down on one of the benches, nodding in greeting to his coach. Just for a moment, he tries to put you to the back of his mind so he can hear whatever the coach has to say.

“Tonight’s game is important,” the coach starts, “not only for the team but for some of you individually as well. The scout from FC Seoul is here tonight and she’s expecting to see some talent so do your best out there, follow Park’s lead, and let’s win this one, alright?”

A round of roaring sounds throughout the locker room as the coach finishes, giving the floor to Jimin. Jungkook listens with half an ear as Jimin gives instructions on how he’d like the play to be tonight and where he wants certain players. Once he’s done, everyone gathers the stuff they need and heads out to the field to warm up before kickoff. Just as Jungkook has grabbed his stuff and is about to head out of the locker room alongside the others, Jimin calls his name. Jungkook turns to face his roommate slash team captain only to be met by a concerned look.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook shrugs and nods shortly, “yeah, why?”

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “you don’t seem like yourself tonight – is it ____?”

“It’s not important…“

“What happened at the party last night?” Jimin presses.

A frustrated sigh leaves Jungkook at the thought of you. He has been asking himself that question since you left him high and dry, confused to say the least, in a dark storage closet with only the lingering feeling of your kiss on his lips. Something definitely happened but what it was, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he felt something deeply within himself when you kissed him, something he can’t shake and it’s been haunting him since.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Jungkook sharply says, looking at Jimin, “I just wanna focus on the game.”

His roommate eyes him for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, nodding.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jungkook silently nods in return before turning his back to his roommate, heading out of the locker room and to the field. When he reaches the soccer field, the sound of people talking and cheering for the school’s team fills his ears. The feeling it usually brings him is non-existing tonight as he glances towards the bleachers. All sorts of feelings fill his entire body instead as he almost instantly spots you and Hyejin taking your seats. The sight of you causes a rush to run through his body, heart beating harder in his chest. It’s as if he can feel your lips on his again as he watches you and Hyejin talk.

However, the sight of you with Hyejin has the frustration and anger boiling within him. He can’t help but blame her for everything that happened last night – the way you had been so angry with him, the way you told him to go back to Hyejin with disgust laced in your voice, how you had denied telling him what was going on but eventually kissed him instead as if that’d make it better. If anything, it made everything worse. Now Jungkook wants to kiss you all the time and you won’t let him, all because of Hyejin.

“Jungkook seemed so nervous when I met him earlier,” Hyejin pouts softly as the two of you sit down on the bleachers, arriving about 15 minutes before kickoff.

“Oh, yeah?” You quietly mutter as you get settled next to her, eyes skimming the field to spot the person of topic while you try to ignore the fact that Hyejin saw him earlier today.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him, the sight of him making you excited yet it’s bittersweet as well. Your eyes settle on him as he dribbles around the field while warming up. He seems focused on the game, in his own world of thoughts as he warms up, dribbling the ball, stretching and doing pushups to get his blood pumping throughout his entire body. You glance around, noticing that the seats are filled tonight. This game is rather important if they want to keep their number one spot in their league. And it seems everyone knows just how important it is as a lot of people have come here tonight to support the school’s team, to see if they’re going to keep their spot.

Hyejin nods, “yeah, I think tonight’s game has him pretty stressed – he left the party really early last night too… looked pretty bummed, to be honest. He usually stays for a while even if they have a game the next day.”

“Oh…” You frown softly.

You had figured Jungkook would’ve stayed to hang out with the others despite what happened in the storage closet. You didn’t see him leave the closet after you as you had left the party in a hurry, going back home before Hyejin or anyone else could talk you into staying for longer. You had texted her when you got home that you didn’t feel well which she seemed to believe.

After everything that happened with Jungkook, you weren’t really in the mood for a party. And it seems he wasn’t either, apparently.

The blow of the referee’s whistle pulls you from your thoughts as the game kicks off. You let out a deep breath, focusing on the game happening to distract you from the thought of the kiss you shared with Jungkook. Thinking about it makes your heart tighten and your gut fill with guilt as Hyejin sits right next to you. She’s probably still unaware of the fact that her fuck buddy, whom she likes, was kissing someone else inside a tiny storage closet while she was in the next room.

She would probably think you’re the worst friend in the world and you hate that she’d be right.

The visiting team has the ball for a long time before Jungkook manages to steal it from them. However, when he was supposed to pass it on to one of his teammates, he chose to run with the ball himself instead. He reaches the penalty area, kicking the ball with full force towards the goal only to watch the goalkeeper block it with ease. You can tell he swears rather loudly as he covers his face with his hands in frustration, running them through his hair before dropping them back to his sides, moving back to his position on the field.

“Jeon, pass it to Mingyu next time!” The coach shouts, visibly irritated by Jungkook’s choice, only receiving a thumbs up in return from the star player.

He is not playing on his usual level tonight. You and many others can tell. You hear people around you comment on it, a guy next to you’s words reaching your ear, “Jeon’s gonna end up benched if he doesn’t get his shit together.”

The guy’s friend nods in agreement when you glance their way, “yeah, he’s gonna cause them to lose the game with stupid moves like that!”

Their comments have you on the edge of your seat, hands tightly intertwined in front of your lips as you return your focus to the game. You know how important this game is to Jungkook, he’s been talking about it for weeks during your study dates, explaining what it could mean for his future once he graduates college. This fact alone must have him on the edge.

“Come on, Jungkook,” you mumble softly behind your hands, hoping he’ll get back to his usual level of talent. Despite how frustrated you are with him, you don’t want him to lose the opportunity to play for one of the best professional teams in the country.

However, the visiting team eventually scores a goal before half time, making it 1-0. You watch as Jungkook and his team gather around the coach to get instructions for the second half of the game. Jimin and the coach both give instructions, both seeming rather irritated by the scoreboard. Jungkook receives an encouraging pat on the back from Taehyung as they get back on the field to play the second half. But Jungkook never manages to pull himself back up. He makes one bad choice after another and it affects the rest of the team when their star player doesn’t play like he usually does.

Jimin is doing his best to pick Jungkook up; encouraging him to keep going, telling him it’s alright when he finally manages to find a free spot near the goal to receive the ball but ends up missing the goal when he kicks it. People around you let out a sound of disappointment and all you can do is frown as you watch Jungkook lay down flat on the grass, hands covering his face once again. Your frown only grows deeper when Jungkook punches the ground harshly before getting back up on his feet, moving back into position once again.

When the referee blows his whistle to signal the end of the game half an hour later, you feel a strong urge to leave the bleachers and run onto the field to find Jungkook, to console him, to tell him it’s okay, that them losing the game tonight wasn’t his fault. But as Hyejin gets up from her seat, a concerned look on her face, you feel your stomach drop.

“I'll go check on him,” she tells you, already moving down towards the field.

Realization hits you then and you can’t help but let out a defeated sigh as you get up from your own seat. You don’t even check to see if Hyejin ever found Jungkook on the field as you follow a large group of people, leaving the bleachers to go home. It’s not your place to comfort Jungkook after a game like this, it never was. If anyone should comfort him, it should be Hyejin.

However, as Jungkook makes his way towards the locker rooms after the end of the game, he sees you leaving without sparing him a greeting nor a glance for that matter. Last night he was frustrated and sad because of how you had left him in the storage closet. Although, today? He’s pissed. You have absolutely no right to kiss him like that and then disappear as if it was nothing. You have absolutely no right to go back to ignoring him after showing him that you actually care.

His teammates are cautious around him as they all get in the shower. No one is saying much after a game like this. There isn't much to say and they usually don’t talk about it until they show up at practice the following week. However, tonight is different. Jungkook is quieter than he usually is after losing a game – he minds his own business, gets in the shower, washes off the disappointment he feels from his lack of effort on the field tonight. Although it’s not the lost game that’s taking the biggest toll on his mood. No, it’s you and the fact that you didn’t even consider talking to him after losing such an important game. You know how important this game was and yet you rushed out of there, not even sparing him a glance as if he’s nobody to you.

He needs to talk to you tonight or else he’ll lose his mind.

Jimin and Taehyung barely get to question him about where he’s headed in such a rush before he’s dressed in the team’s sponsored tracksuit and out of the door again, heading towards the exit of the gym building. The anger Jungkook feels is a mix between the mess he’s gotten himself into with you and the after effects of losing the game tonight. It can only be dealt with for so long before he needs to get it out of his system. And Jungkook swears he doesn’t mean to aim all his anger at Hyejin as she appears in front of him as soon as he exits the locker room.

Although it is easier said than done.

“Hey,” she greets him, her voice a cooing tone, “you okay?”

“Not really, no,” he quickly mumbles as he tries to move past her, desperate to get out of there and go see you.

Hyejin stops him by putting a hand on his chest. “Let’s go back to your place then,” she leans in closer with a purr, “I’ll make you feel better.”

It's when she opens her arms, about to wrap them around his neck in a hug, that Jungkook finds himself saying no to her for the first time in a while. It’s all because of whatever he has with her that you’re keeping your distance, no matter how many times Jungkook tells you he likes you.

“No, stop,” he warns her as he holds a hand up in front of him before she can embrace him, hard eyes staring at her. “We’re done, Hyejin.”

Hyejin blinks at Jungkook, his cold tone and sharp words catching her off guard, a slightly offended expression taking over her features. “What are you talking about?”

“This- Us!” Jungkook gestures between himself and the girl in front of him. “We’re done, okay?”

The frown that takes over her face doesn’t faze Jungkook much but he still feels bad for ending it like this. However, he can’t be bothered to care right now. His day has been shitty enough as it is and losing the game definitely didn’t help. And you left before he had the chance to catch you – to say he’s distraught and not at all in the right mind to care about anyone or anything – not even the scout that was supposed to come watch him tonight – but the situation between you and him is an understatement.

He just wants to see you, talk to you – not Hyejin, you.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook tells Hyejin before he moves around her and heads towards his car.

You’ve barely made it home and onto the couch when there’s banging on your front door. Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you get up from your couch, moving towards the door. The person on the other side bangs on it once again, impatient for you to answer it. The pair of dark brown eyes that meet yours when you open the door are intense, filled with emotions that speak volumes. It seems like he came straight here after hitting the showers in the locker room. He’s wearing the team’s tracksuit, his dark hair a damp mess on top of his head.

“What are you doing here?” You ask instead of greeting him, shocked to see him here instead of with Hyejin.

“I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on,” Jungkook demands as he slips past you into your home.

You sigh and close the door after him before turning to face him, “what do you mean?”

“Cut the shit, ____,” he tells you, voice on the edge of snapping at you, “you know exactly what I mean.”

Jungkook feels himself run out of patience as he stares at you, waiting for an explanation. He doesn’t want to raise his voice but he will if you pretend to not know what he means one more time. When you don’t respond, he continues; “You ignored me and then you wouldn’t tell me why! Then you kissed me? And now you’re back to ignoring me again! So you’re gonna tell me why and I’m not leaving until you do.”

“What do you want me to say, huh?” You stare at him with a lost expression, silently asking him to tell you what he wants to hear. “What difference does it make if I tell you or not? You’re with Hyejin, Jungkook! What would she think if she knew you were here right now?”

“Fuck what Hyejin thinks,” he scoffs, “I’m not with her, I don’t even like her like that- I like you!”

“Jungkook…”

He instantly shakes his head as he steps closer, “no, don’t fucking Jungkook me, alright? I won’t let you push me away anymore just because you’re worried about what Hyejin will say.”

“She has feelings for you! All she ever fucking talks about is you!” The volume of your voice is raised just a tad bit as you begin to lose your patience just like Jungkook. “It doesn’t matter how much I want to because I can't do that to her, I can't be with you… it would break her.”

Jungkook’s face twists in confusion, “what are you talking about? It’s not like that between us, we’re just friends.”

You shoot him a deadpan look, dropping your hands to your sides, “how can you be so smart yet so dumb?”

“We talked about it!” He defends. “She agreed on being just friends-”

“Just because she agreed to it, doesn’t mean she didn’t catch feelings for you anyway.”

Jungkook lets out a soft scoff.

“How are her feelings your problem though? Please tell me because I really don’t see how that works.”

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising one eyebrow at you as if to encourage you. You wouldn’t expect him to understand how the girl code works. You doubt guys have the same kind of unspoken rules for their friendships.

Shrugging, you copy him and cross your arms over your chest, “because we’re friends and I care about her.”

“And then what?” Jungkook presses, “you expect me to go on with my life, date her because she is in love with me? Despite me being in love with-”

“Don’t,” you warn him, holding up a finger, “please don’t finish that sentence.”

“Why?”

Jungkook’s eyes are boring into yours, watching as your face twists into a pained expression, one that hurts him but he won’t accept it anymore. All the pain could be avoided right now if you’d just let the goodness of your heart be overshadowed by a little bit of selfishness for once.

“You know why.”

“Yeah… But I don’t care,” he softly says, moving closer and stopping right in front of you. You close your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as he reaches up and carefully removes a strand of hair from your face, putting it behind your ear.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes scan your face, taking in every detail as his fingertips run down the side of your face to your jaw.

“What I should’ve done the first time around.”

You feel excitement run through your body, reaching your toes and fingertips, as he cups your face and tilts it up. You barely get to register what’s happening before he’s connecting his mouth with yours in a deep, heart-stopping kiss. A kiss that is way different than the one you shared last night at the party. This kiss holds pent up lust after the small taste you both got last night and love, so much love that it’s almost suffocating.

Jungkook feels relief flooding through his body as you melt against him, giving in and kissing him back. Your hands tightly grip onto his tracksuit jacket, pulling him closer. When his body is flush against yours, you slide your arms around his neck and hold onto him tight as you let yourself be picked up and carried to the couch. Jungkook’s lips never leave yours as he sits down, keeping you in his lap. His hands slide up and down the length of your thighs as you’re straddling him, sliding over your hips and further up to rest on either side of your waist. Your chest is pressed against his as he brings a hand up, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing over yours, warm and wet and just like you remember from last night.

As he pulls away, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you had been holding all this time. He leans back a bit, just enough to look you in the eye. His pointer finger and thumb cup your chin, his thumb softly caressing the skin there.

“I love you,” he tells you, voice soft in the quiet atmosphere of your living room. “And I know you have feelings for me too.

Your eyes shift between his slightly desperate, pleading ones as you think about his words. Silence surrounds the two of you as you slide your hands up his chest and all the way up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over the skin of his cheeks. Jungkook watches as a small smile spreads across your lips, the sound of soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“I really do,” you admit, feeling lighter as the words flow into the air. “I love you too.”

Jungkook lets out a relieved sigh, eyes momentarily closing as if to reel in the moment, not sure if he heard you correctly. This moment feels surreal as you finally tell him how you feel, no excuses or denial this time. A frown replaces your smile as you watch him and realize just how badly your actions had affected him.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to admit it.”

He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss your lips again softly, “doesn’t matter, right now matters.”

Your smile reappears at his words as you pull him back in, kissing him even harder this time, arms snaking around his neck once again as you press your entire body against his, desperately wanting to feel all of him. A soft, breathy moan slips from his mouth as you deepen the kiss, your hips rolling slowly against him, causing his fingertips to dig into your waist.Goosebumps rise upon your skin as you feel his hands slip underneath your t-shirt, the skin of his fingers touching your warm skin.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Jungkook lets go of your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Your heart is beating hard in your chest as you feel his lips on you, the wetness from his kisses leaving your skin glistening in his wake.

“Been wanting to have you like this for so long,” he whispers against your neck, sliding his hands further under your shirt and bringing the shirt up. You lift your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head and dropping it to the floor. Your mouth connects with his in a short yet hungry kiss, his words brushing your lips as he speaks again; “wondered what it would feel like to kiss every part of your body.”

“Me too,” you admit breathlessly, reaching for the zipper of his tracksuit jacket as his hands slide up your now half-naked torso. You unzip it and push it off his shoulders, your lips continuously meeting his in soft yet desperate kisses.

You roll your hips once again, feeling the bulge in his pants against your core, causing both of you to gasp softly in pleasure.

“Want you…” you whisper, continuing to roll your hips against him, making him harder and harder by the second. Jungkook grunts softly against your mouth as he moves you to lay down on the couch, placing himself between your legs and hovering over you. “Please, Kook-“

“Fuck,” he breathes, the nickname going straight to his heart as he grinds against you, his tracksuit pants doing very little to disguise the hard bulge in them. You feel him prominently through your jeans, a soft moan leaving you. Jungkook sits up on his knees between your legs, hands reaching for the button and zipper of your jeans. You watch with a dazed smile as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans before pulling them off. A throaty groan sounds from him as his eyes zoom in on your panties; black and lacy – probably the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“So beautiful,” he gushes as you pull him back down to kiss his lips, having a feeling that you’ll never get enough of them. They’re so soft and addictive – a dangerous combination.

A pleading whine travels from your mouth and into his as he lets a hand slip inside of your panties, the tip of his middle finger slipping between your folds, collecting some of your wetness only to bring it to your clit. You gasp in surprise, whimpering softly as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts adding pressure to your most sensitive part.

“Kook,” you whine, fingers tangled into his hair, “please…”

“Shit, ____… you’re so wet already.”

His words have you mewling softly as you nod, hands gripping the hem of his t-shirt and tugging, wanting it off. Jungkook smiles softly, kissing the corner of your mouth ever so softly as he slips one finger into you, sinking it in deeply. Your grip tightens around the fabric of his shirt, a low ‘oh my god’ slipping from your parted lips. Jungkook loves every sound you make, seeking more as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out to get you even wetter and stretched.

“Oh…” you moan, “that feels so good-“

Jungkook covers your mouth with his in a hungry, eager kiss. His tongue brushes yours as he deepens the kiss, taking your breath away. He wants to fuck you so bad, make love to you, show you how much he adores you and every part of you. He wants to devour you, have you in the most intimate way possible – physically and emotionally. He wants it all with you and it’s an unfamiliar feeling but he could definitely get used to it.

You whine softly when Jungkook removes his fingers from you, sitting up on his knees again to get rid of his t-shirt. Your eyes roam his entire naked torso as he undoes the tied strings of his tracksuit pants; his toned chest has your entire body heating up, muscles contradicting under his tanned skin as he undresses. Soon enough he’s standing in front of you, entirely naked and your mouth is watering at the sight of him. His muscular thighs and small waist, his hard and veiny cock looking painful as he wraps a hand around it, pumping himself, a hiss leaving his lips.

Jungkook notices the way you spread your legs a tad bit more as if to invite him in, urging him to come closer and settle in the heat of your core. He hovers over you, the leaking tip of his cock brushing your inner thigh as he kisses you, slowly and deeply.

“Condom?” He asks between kisses, hands sliding up the side of your body. You’re moaning softly against his mouth as he cups your bra-clad breast, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m on the pill…” you breathlessly tell him as his lips move to kiss your cheek and jaw, “-and I’m clean.”

Jungkook meets your mouth again, “me too.”

He hasn’t ever fucked anyone without a condom and you being the first one would be perfect. Just the mere thought of fucking you raw, being deeply buried within your heat and feeling it all without a barrier, has his cock twitching. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He throws them over his shoulder and smirks softly up at you, causing you to grin at him. He leaves a chaste kiss against your rib cage before coming back up. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips.

“You okay?”

You nod, still smiling, “yeah, just want you…”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as he presses his lips against yours. His hand reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp softly into the kiss as you feel his tip prod at your opening, excitement rushing through you, causing your heart to skip a beat. Both of your jaws fall open, moans leaving you in unison when he pushes inside, sinking into your warmth.

“Oh god,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slides all the way into you, bottoming out and stilling for a second. You’re both breathing heavily as you get used to the feeling of each other, savoring each other and this moment.

It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure. And you’re both equally desperate to feel all of each other, to be with each other in the tenderness of this moment, loving each other, pleasuring each other. You’ve been wondering what his lips taste like since you met him and now you finally know. Jungkook has been wondering what it feels like to love someone ever since he reached a certain age and now he knows.

“I love you so much,” he rasps, hand finding yours to intertwine them.

You don’t get to say it back before he’s pulling out and pushing back into you, earning a gasping moan from you. Your back arches, naked chest touching his as his length moves in and out of you, the pace slow yet hard. But the longer Jungkook is buried within you, the movement of his hips become faster and more desperate.

“L-Love you too,” you moan, slightly high-pitched as he hits a sweet spot, one that has you mewling his name.

Jungkook’s lips meet yours in another kiss for the hundredth time tonight and yet it’s not enough. It will never be enough. He wants all of you, all of your kisses for a long, long time. And he wants to hear you moan his name over and over, breathlessly pleading him to make you cum, he wants to touch you and love you everyday until you don’t want him anymore.

“____… fuck, I’m not gonna last, baby,” he grunts against your lips as your walls tighten around him.

You shake your head, tingles filling your entire body as your free hand trails up the length of his spine. Your nails dig into his skin as he snaps his hips into you, cock hitting deeply inside of you.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, a moan leaving you as he picks up speed, building you both closer to a high so good, so sweet it's going to haunt you for days - in the best way possible. “Just- fuck, just make me cum, please…”

Jungkook doesn’t need you to tell him twice, his free hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit. He adds pressure there with his thumb and circles it, his name leaving your lips in a gasp as your walls tighten instantly. Jungkook moans in return, dropping his head to your collarbone as his hips stutter.

“Fucking hell-“ he rasps, hips stuttering as he thrusts deeply into you, thumb working on your clit to make you reach the edge.

“Oh- Kook, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, hand grabbing the nape of his neck to guide his mouth back to yours. You feel Jungkook’s hand tighten around yours as his lips meet yours, heart beating so hard in his chest he fears it might leave its cage. You’re gasping against his lips as your orgasm sneaks up on you, washing over you in a giant wave. Jungkook feels it prominently, the way your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to still in you as his own orgasm overcomes him.

“Oh my god-“ he moans deeply, the sound leaving his throat as he slowly and sloppily rides out both of your highs.

A feeling of pleasure runs through your bodies, a feeling of euphoria filling your stomachs and chests, hearts beating fast and breathy moans leaving you. Heavy breathing fills the living room as you try to catch your breaths. One of your hands is still tightly wrapped in Jungkook’s as he rests his forehead against your collarbone, his lips leaving soft kisses against your skin as you come down from your shared high.

“That was incredible,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles as he makes his way up to face you, still leaving kisses on your skin. You smile at him once he hovers above you, looking at you. Butterflies fill your entire body as he leans down, kissing you – once, twice.

“It was perfect,” you tell him.

Another kiss against your lips as he grins, “you’re perfect.”

“Cheesy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Get used to it,” he retorts with a smirk. You watch in amusement as his smirk suddenly fades as if he realizes something. “Wait… are your roommates here?”

You giggle at the panic flashing across his eyes before shaking your head, “don’t worry, they’re gone till Monday.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes and sighs, causing a soft smirk to spread on your face. However, it quickly changes into a smile as he leans down to give you several kisses on your lips and cheek before getting off you, heading for the kitchen – butt ass naked, might you add. You can’t help yourself as your eyes roam his broad shoulders and back, his tiny waist and the way his skin is so nicely tanned. Your eyes drop lower and lower, something small and unexpected in black ink catching your attention. You stifle a laugh as you realize what it is.

“What in the world is that on your butt?”

Jungkook freezes just as he reaches for the cabinet to retrieve a glass. He turns around, ears turning bright red as he opens his mouth, stuttering words leaving it; “oh, um… that’s- uh…”

The way his entire face flushes has your heart aching because not only is this the first time you’re seeing him truly flustered but he happens to look incredibly cute as it happens. Your lips spread into a grin, a giggle leaving you.

Ugh, you love him.

“Why do you have your own initials and jersey number tattooed on your butt?”

“It was a bet,” he quickly blurts, “I swear.”

You hum, “what kind of bet?”

“It’s a long story-“ Jungkook begins as he lets out a deep sigh, but realization hits him once again as he stops mid sentence. “Wait a second… you totally just checked out my ass.”

Now it’s your time to become flustered as Jungkook grins at you. You hold your hands up in surrender.

“I wasn’t- I mean, it’s kinda hard not to…” you feel your cheeks heat up as he moves back towards the couch, eyes locked with yours as you struggle to explain yourself. You settle for a compliment instead, “it’s cute, I like it.”

Jungkook’s grin has turned into a smirk, teasing and playful as he raises an eyebrow at you. You squirm slightly as he looks over your body as you lay on the couch, fully undressed, naked body revealed just for him.

“How often have you checked out my ass, huh?” He then asks, “kinda sounds like this isn’t the first time.”

You shrug, “I mean… it’s not.”

Embarrassed to admit it, you let out a shy laugh and cover your face with your hands. However, a squeal escapes you as Jungkook grabs your ankles and pulls you to sit up, feet on the ground in front of the couch. Your mouth falls open as you watch him kneel in front of you. His palms rest on your thighs, sliding up and then slowly down again. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly spreads your legs apart.

“How long,” he quietly mutters, dark and hooded eyes zooming in on your now parted folds for a split second before meeting yours eyes again, “… have you wanted to fuck me?”

Inhaling sharply, you struggle to find the words as Jungkook begins peppering kisses all over your legs; the inside of your knees and your inner thighs. You whimper ever so softly when you feel his teeth lightly biting your skin.

“J-Jungkook,” you breathe out shakily.

“Tell me,” he demands, grabbing your legs and hoisting them over his shoulders, lips teasing your inner thighs even closer to where you desperately want him to touch you. His breath fans across your heat, the cool air brushing over the wetness of your folds. You shiver, goosebumps rising upon your skin.

“I’m- uh,” you let your head fall back on the couch, fingertips digging into the cushions of it. The words are stuck in your throat but you’re urged on as Jungkook presses one single kiss to your clit, a gasp leaving you as you jolt, “for a long time, Kook- for so long…”

Jungkook smirks to himself, glancing up at you for a short moment before digging in, burying his head between your legs. You let out a whiny moan, hands digging into his black and slightly damp hair as he licks and sucks, eating you out like a starved man, not caring about how his own cum from before is mixed with your wetness.

This man is going to be the end of you, but funnily enough, you don’t mind.

“I’m starving.”

These are the first words Jungkook speaks after eating you out, his chin resting on your knee, dark brown doe eyes watching you come down from your high. You can’t help but shoot him a confused yet curious look. How he manages to think about food right after having his head between your legs is a mystery to you. However, you hum as you try to think of something he can eat at this hour. You haven’t done much grocery shopping these past days but you do have all the right ingredients for a dessert.

“I can make you a sundae?” You suggest, looking at him with a questioning look.

“Sounds delicious,” Jungkook smiles, faint dimples on show as his hands trail up the length of your legs, palms brushing over your skin.

The red numbers on the oven reads 1:24 AM when you and Jungkook make your way to the kitchen, dressed in your underwear. You’re shuffling through your cupboards and the fridge to find everything you need to make a sundae for the hungry half-naked man in your home. Jungkook watches with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face as you move around, dressed in nothing but your bra and panties, comfortably half-naked around him.

He loves seeing you like this; comfortable and one hundred percent yourself.

“Alright,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair as you stare at all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. You feel warmth spreading through your entire body as Jungkook takes place behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and lips pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “There’s ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, bananas, strawberries and those waffle thingies.”

“Where do you keep the bowls?” He asks.

“Uh-“ you begin as Jungkook unwraps himself from you and starts rummaging through your cabinets until he finds a bowl for the sundae, “wasn't I supposed to make it for you?”

“Nope, I’m making it for you.”

He pats the countertop, silently asking you to seat yourself there. You stare at him for a short moment, only receiving a raised eyebrow in return. Tipping your head and shrugging, you jump onto the counter only to receive a quick, soft peck on the lips, a small sound of surprise escaping your lips as he quickly pulls away again. He flashes you a grinning smile before getting to work, making you a sundae.

If someone had told you just two months ago that you’d be sitting half-naked on your kitchen counter, watching a shirtless Jungkook put together a sundae for you, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them they’re speaking nonsense. Two months ago you met him for the first time and never in your wildest imagination would you have guessed it would come to this. But you’re not complaining – although you are trying to push the guilt to the back of your mind.

But Jungkook is right.

You shouldn’t always put everyone else’s feelings before your own. It’s okay to be selfish once in a while – especially if the guy you’re in love with is in love with you too. Why should you hold yourself back from feeling the most intimate form of happiness when it’s right in front of you, waiting for you to grab it?

“Hey.”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You barely get to focus back on him before he’s smudging whipped cream onto your cheek. Jungkook grins as a gasp leaves you, a playful glint in his eyes as they zoom in on the whipped cream on your now playfully scowling face.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs, “you’re spacing out.”

You watch him as he steps closer, placing himself between your legs. Your heartbeat picks up its pace as one of his hands rests on your bare thigh, thumb caressing the skin there softly. He leans in closer, lips brushing over yours ever so softly. Automatically, your lips part when he almost closes the distance between your mouths. But the anticipation of feeling his lips disappears again as he places his lips on your cheek instead, kissing the whipped cream away. He reappears in front of you, eyes focused on your lips as he smirks softly, his voice soft as he mutters: “want you here with me.”

“I’m here,” you whisper back as you feel a pool of heat slowly appearing between your legs.

“Good.”

The air of his word brushes your lips before he finally closes the distance and connects his mouth with yours. Your eyes fall shut, a somewhat relieved sigh leaving your chest as he kisses you; soft, pink lips moving with yours, pulling you in and turning you into an addict of the feeling.

Jungkook’s sighs against your mouth as you pull him closer by the nape of his neck, nails digging into the back of his neck. He puts down the can of whipped cream next to you, hand sliding up your naked thigh instead and all the way up to your waist. You smile against his lips as he pulls you close against him, chest against chest. You’re caged in, safe in his arms as he deepens the kiss, tongue meeting yours for the hundredth time tonight. However, the kisses turn soft again, playful even as you kiss the corner of his mouth and smile. The grin spreading across Jungkook’s face causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, causing you to lean back in and kiss him, only to pull away again. Jungkook sighs deeply.

“Tease,” he breathes, tiny hints of a smile still on his face.

As he cups your face and pulls you back in for even more, you blindly reach for the can of whipped cream. Jungkook doesn’t notice, fully absorbed by your lips, kissing you with no cares for anything but you. The playful spirit within you takes over as you lift the can up, pull away from his kisses and spray some whipped cream on his nose.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open in amused surprise, eyes crossing as he looks at it before focusing back on you. You’re stifling a laugh, still holding the weapon in question in your hand.

A smirk spreads across your face, your next words leaving your lips before you know it, “payback, bitch.”

The man in front of you quirks an eyebrow before chuckling, crooked smile causing your heart to flip a few times before settling in your chest again. Still beating hard though.

“I’m gonna make you regret that,” he pointedly tells you as he removes the whipped cream from his nose.

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he reaches for the can in your hand. You move quickly, pulling it away from his nearing hand. You raise a challenging eyebrow at him to urge him on, silently telling him to try again as you try your best to hold it out of his reach. Just for a split second you think you’ve won but a squeal of surprise escapes you as Jungkook grabs your wrists, easily collecting both in one hand. His free hand pries the can of whipped cream from your hands. You huff out in defeat as he smirks at you, his face saying all you need to know.

You shouldn’t have started this.

You flinch when he aims the can towards your face. Although it never hits your face. It hits your neck instead.

“Whoops, my bad,” he snickers. “Let me get that for you.”

There’s no time to respond or roll your eyes at his sarcastic apology before he’s leaning in, licking and sucking the whipped cream off your skin. You hate the way your body and mind react as it causes Jungkook’s eyes to light up in interest as he faces you again. He does not miss the tiny gasping sound you let out just now.

Jungkook looks at the can in his hand, then at you, then at all the revealed skin on your body that is the perfect canvas for him to leave chunks of whipped cream to lick off. You watch with wide eyes as he sprays the sugary stuff onto your collarbone before leaning back in once again, licking it off and making sure to leave a few kisses there in his wake.

“Oh my god…” you breathe out, causing Jungkook’s stomach to twist in excitement.

He can tell you’re loving this. The way your breathing has turned heavier and more ragged, the way you’re leaning back on your palms to give him all the space he needs, the way you’re watching him with hooded, intrigued eyes as he puts whipped cream on the top of your breast that isn’t covered by your bra.

His tongue touches your skin, flat against the curve of your breast and you can’t help but let out a breathless moan of his name. The sound goes straight to Jungkook’s cock as it jerks in his boxers, blood rushing to the tip and making him harder than ever before.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums as he kisses your skin, “whipped cream might be my new favorite.”

“Jungkook, please…” You whine, not sure what you’re pleading for.

A gasp leaves you, your jaw falling open when he tugs your bra cup down and gently sprays whipped cream onto your now revealed nipple. Your nipple stiffens in an instant, the cold substance making it hard. Jungkook wastes no time as he wraps his lips around it to suck off the whipped cream. Your head falls back, the pleasure he’s providing you too good to bear.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook sets the whipped cream back on the counter, forgetting all about it as he tugs your other bra cup down and turns his attention to your other nipple. His hands are cupping your breasts, giving them tight squeezes as he licks and sucks, earning several moans and whimpers from you.

“Shit,” you hiss, lifting your head when you feel him softly bite one, teeth digging into it.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he rasps against your skin as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. You watch him as he reaches your panties, kissing along the waistline of them. He glances up, his eyes meeting yours. “And the sounds you make? Fuck, I could listen to them all day.”

Jungkook can’t help but growl softly and dig his fingertips into your skin every time his hand pauses on your body. He can’t believe he finally has you like this; naked with burning skin and pretty sounds leaving you, all for his taking. He wants to taste you again, taste you in your most intimate spot.

“Again?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow at him as he reaches for your underwear. “Jungkook, you literally just did that.”

The shaky breath you let out as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and starts to pull them down tells him you want it just as much as him. There’s no way you could convince him that you don’t want his head between your legs. It’s written all over your face – you’re hoping he’ll do it over and over and over again.

“So?” He shrugs, dumping your panties on the floor before spreading your legs, revealing your wet, glistening lips to himself. You moan instantly when he blows, cold air hitting your arousal.

Jungkook can tell you’re not sure whether you want to slap him or kiss him as he smirks softly and cocks his head when he meets your eyes again.

“Think you can cum again?”

He gives you no time to answer before digging in, burying his face between your legs, mouth against your throbbing core to eat you out once again – this time on the kitchen counter. You’re moaning above him, a string of words like ‘please’ and ‘ohmygod’ leaving your lips as he sucks on your clit.

Jungkook loves eating you out. He loves to see you squirm above him, not sure what to do or where to put your hands as he sucks and licks and slurps as if he’s been held back from eating and drinking for days. He’s positive that seeing you like this, all fucked out and a mess because of him is one the hottest things he’s ever witnessed.

He’s never been that much into giving head to the girls he was with, always preferring to make them cum in other ways. He never once did oral with Hyejin and never felt the need to either – he found other ways to satisfy her. But with you? He wants to do it all the fucking time. You taste amazing and he loves the sounds you make, the face you make when he does something you really, really like. The way your moans turn high-pitched when you’re on the very edge of orgasming and the way you’ll whimper his name over and over as you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck- Jungkook…”

You’re whining and moaning, squirming on the kitchen counter as your orgasm washes over you, filling your entire body and reaching your toes and fingertips. Your thighs close in on themselves around Jungkook’s head as he slurps your cum, drinking it all up while moaning deeply.

You barely get to catch your breath before Jungkook gets back up, mouth clashing against yours. As his tongue invades your mouth, you can taste yourself and you’re convinced it’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done; eating you out till you cum hard and then going straight to kiss you.

“Which one is your room?” He asks between kisses, voice husky causing chills to run down your spine.

“Far left,” you breathlessly reply, too busy tasting his lips while coming down from your high.

Jungkook swiftly lifts you off the kitchen counter, wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips never leave yours as he carries you to your room. It’s rushed and desperate, eager kisses and heavy breathing as you fall onto your bed. Jungkook easily unhooks your bra, pulling it off you and throwing it to the floor. His mouth instantly starts leaving kisses all over your now revealed chest, nipples receiving unconditional attention as you arch your back, your hands tightly grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure fills your senses.

“Wanna fuck you again,” Jungkook growls deeply against your breast, leaving one last kiss before moving back up to connect his mouth with yours. “Wanna fuck you all night.”

“Please do,” you moan in response, eyes closing as you feel him grind his boxer-clad cock against your bare core. The friction has you inhaling sharply, teeth digging into your bottom lip as he continues the action over and over. Sensing the desperation in the moans you let out, Jungkook pushes his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. You feel it brush against your inner thigh, walls throbbing as you think about how good it feels to have him buried deeply inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper when he slides the tip up and down between your folds before sinking into you, burying himself deeply within you.

He hisses softly as your walls tighten around his length, “god, I could do this for days.”

His words have you smiling to yourself as you tug him down for another kiss, catching his lips with your own in a heated, slow yet desperate and eager kiss that has Jungkook moaning deeply. You swallow his moan, tightly wrapping your legs around his waist, heel digging into his lower back to urge him to sink even deeper into you.

His hands slide up the sides of your body before finding yours, butterflies filling your entire body as he grabs them and pins them above your head. His thrusts become slower yet harder, hitting deeply within you causing your moans to turn high-pitched. His lips leave kisses down your cheek to your jaw, open-mouthed kisses that leave your skin glistening.

“My pretty baby,” he rasps, delivering hard thrusts into you for every word he speaks. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his lips brush your ear. “Can’t believe you’re mine…”

“Been yours from the start,” you tell him through your moaning and whimpering. Jungkook groans softly at your words, instantly connecting his mouth with yours again in a slow, sensual kiss that has your heart beating harshly in your chest.

“Gonna cum,” he gasps against your lips as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“Me too,” your voice breathless.

Jungkook’s thrusts become harder and harder, hitting deep, repeatedly grazing a spot that has you mewling while your hands tighten around his. Jungkook’s face is buried within the crook of your neck, his moaning turning more into whimpering as you both reach your high, nearing it with high speed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you’re repeatedly swearing, whiny and high-pitched as you feel yet another orgasm rushing towards you, hitting you hard.

Jungkook groans deeply when you finally cum, walls tightening around his length, sucking him in and keeping him there, forcing him to still within you and cum hard – hot, white cum filling you for the second time tonight.

“Shit.”

His body goes limp on top of you, cock throbbing inside of you, your walls clenching and unclenching around him as you both try to catch your breath once again. He winces softly when he lifts himself, pulling out of you. The lewd noises of the wetness and the cum brings heat to your cheeks but Jungkook doesn’t seem to be fazed by it. He presses a single kiss to your lips before getting off you, muttering a soft ‘be right back’. You watch as he gets off the bed and leaves the bedroom. You hear water running for a bit before he returns again, damp washcloth in hand and a glass of water.

“Here,” he hands you the glass of water. You sit up and accept it, taking a sip while keeping your eyes on him as he crawls back onto the bed. He nudges your legs apart, smiling when you obey. You keep sipping the water as he carefully starts cleaning up the mess he left between your legs. You jerk softly, the washcloth rough against your sensitive core.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

Jungkook looks up at you as soon as the question leaves your lips. It’s almost 3 am and asking him if he wants to stay the night is kind of needless at this point. However, Jungkook just smiles, eyes glinting as he looks at you in your dimly lit bedroom.

“You sure you want me to?”

“Of course,” you softly tell him.

Jungkook feels relief fill his chest as you confirm your own suggestion. He’s been hoping he’d end up staying the night after all of this but you never know – just sleeping next to each other is intimate, even more so than having sex. At least it is to Jungkook. During the times he went to Hyejin’s place, he never once stayed over. What he had with her was casual and he never felt the need to stay the night because that’s not what he wanted, all he wanted was his needs fulfilled.

“To be honest, I’d be pretty upset if you left now.”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I’d love to stay over.”

The late October weather is gray and dark when you wake up around 10 the next morning. Heavy rain is hitting the window in your bedroom, setting a cozy atmosphere. You stretch, yawning softly before turning over, letting your back face the window as you snuggle up against the man next to you.

Jungkook is fast asleep, breathing heavily as his chest rises and falls, light snores leaving his pouty lips and his dark hair is a mess on top of your pillows. You smile to yourself, closing your eyes again to go back to sleep. However, sleep never comes. Your body and mind is fully awake. Your eyes roam Jungkook as he’s fast asleep next to you – images from last night start to appear in your mind and nothing can hold you back as you begin leaving kisses against his skin. He stirs in his sleep as you kiss the skin of his chest and up to his neck, along the strong angle of his jaw, a few soft pecks on his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

A small smile spreads across your lips as you feel him puckering his lips to kiss you back. Jungkook’s body stays limp as you slip on top of him, straddling him as you slowly deepen the kiss. Jungkook sighs deeply, his mouth automatically moving with yours as if he’s been kissing you every single day for years. You feel him becoming harder and harder underneath the sheets as you very slowly, teasingly grind your core on top of him. A soft, protesting whine leaves him when you pull away to trail kisses down his body.

However, excitement fills Jungkook’s stomach as he feels you press kisses all over his torso, along his abs and further down to his lower abdomen, dangerously close to where he’s hard as ever – just for you.

Without words being exchanged between you and him, you focus on the task at hand, removing the sheets and revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your mouth waters at the sight, tongue wetting your lips as you wrap a hand around his length. Jungkook jerks softly, a small hiss escaping his lips as he brings his arm over his face. The knowing smirk on your face goes unnoticed by him as you lean down to kiss his red, leaking tip.

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, putting his arm behind his head to prop it up, heavy-lidded brown eyes watching you as you kiss your way down the length of his cock, reaching the base just as your eyes meet his. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he waits patiently for you to wrap your lips around his tip. Once you do, his lips twist into a half-smile, crooked and boyish and it’s causing your stomach to twist in a feeling you’ve felt non-stop since he kissed you last night.

His free hand finds your hair, curling around it as you sink down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Waking up like this definitely doesn’t hurt, if anything he feels like the luckiest guy on earth – having you naked on your knees between his legs, sucking him off first thing in the morning after waking up. To be honest, the kisses would’ve been more than enough for him because being kissed by you is like winning the lottery but getting a blowjob on top of that… yeah, Jungkook is definitely the luckiest guy on earth.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby…” He rasps, voice laced with sleep as his head falls back onto the pillow. You pick up the pace of your bobbing head, sucking like your life depended on it, pushing him towards the edge like a pro. You hum around him when he tightens his hand around your hair, helping you bob your head faster on him. “You’re so good at this, shit-”

A low guttural groan leaves Jungkook’s lips as his hips jerk, an indication that he’s close to orgasming.

“You might w-wanna stop before I cum-” he tells you, sitting up as he nears his orgasm, feeling it coming at him faster than it usually does. When you don’t make a move to remove yourself from his cock, he tugs you up to face him, his hand tightly gripping your hair. Your hand keeps going on his shaft, working him closer and closer. Jungkook’s forehead rests against yours, his heavy and ragged breathing hitting your face as you smile.

You peck his lips, “cum in my mouth.”

“Jesus-” Jungkook groans, hand loosening its grip on your hair as he softly kisses your lips once more. “You’re gonna kill me.”

The teasing smirk on your face causes him to let out a defeated chuckle as he leans back on his hands and watches you move back down to take him into your mouth again. It requires just a few strokes of your hand and a few sucking bobs of your head before his head falls back, a row of profanities escaping his pretty lips as he cums, releasing it all down your throat. The fact that you’re just taking it, swallowing and even moaning as you do so is enough to have Jungkook decide that you’re even more perfect than he originally thought. The scenario before him is the hottest sight ever.

After milking him for every single drop of cum, you come back up, hands supporting you on his naked, muscly thighs as you lean in closer. His eyes drop to watch your tongue lick away the single drop of cum from the corner of your mouth before your lips spread into a smile; a beautiful, genuine smile that causes his heart to skip a beat. You look beautiful – tired eyes yet there’s a glint in them, messy hair and swollen lips, a bright smile caused by him, he hopes.

“I love you,” Jungkook blurts after staring at you for a solid minute without saying a word.

He can tell the sudden words have you flustered as you tilt your head, smile widening just a tad bit more. He pulls you in by the nape of your neck, kissing you. He doesn’t even need to hear you say it back because he knows, he can tell from the way you let out a deep sigh and kiss him back, soft and sensual, taking your sweet time and bathing in the shared feelings.

“Hey,” Jungkook softly calls when you’re sitting at your dining table half an hour later, eating breakfast. You look up from your plate, meeting his gaze from across the table. There’s a small frown on his face and you feel your heart tighten at the sight. “I’m sorry for all the stuff that’s happened lately…”

“What stuff?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded.

He shrugs, “you know, me trying to kiss you and throwing my feelings at you without being sure you felt the same way, going to see Hyejin after… all that. I shouldn’t have assumed and I definitely shouldn’t have gone to see Hyejin.”

You shake your head instantly.

“I don’t blame you,” you tell him, offering him a half-smile. “You couldn’t have known how I felt about you. I should’ve just told you instead of lying. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook matches your half-smile, “you had your reasons. It’s okay.”

You frown softly, poking at your food with your fork. Things definitely would’ve been different if you hadn’t been so focused on everyone else’s feelings rather than your own. If you had just reciprocated Jungkook’s feelings the first time, you would’ve had this way before.

“Yeah, well, things would’ve been different if I had just told you instead,” you tell him.

Jungkook stares at you for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. You can’t read his face or what he’s thinking. He lets out a sigh, motioning for you to come closer. When you hesitate to move, he smiles warmly at you, offering his hand, “come here.”

You sigh softly and get up from your seat, forgetting all about your breakfast as you move around the table. Jungkook pulls you into his lap, arms snaking around your waist to hold you close. One of his hands slips underneath your oversized t-shirt, caressing your skin as he looks at you. You stay quiet as he scans your face, eyes pausing at every single feature of yours before meeting your eyes again.

“Things could’ve been different, yes,” he starts, voice soft in the quietness of your apartment. “But the past is the past and you have no control over it nor can you change it. All we can do now is focus on us. All that matters is what happens from now on.”

You smile, your eyes shifting between his as you think about his words. He really is a smart guy when he wants to be and that thought alone makes you laugh softly.

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, hand cupping his cheek. “I just love you.”

Your words have Jungkook’s smile reappearing and it stays on his lips as you kiss him. His lips move with yours, soft and slow. His hands roam your naked thighs, giving one a squeeze as you hold the kiss for a moment before pulling away, facing him again. Your eyes scan his face, taking in every detail of it; his lashes, his tiny moles and the little scar on his cheek. His dark brown eyes that look at you like you’re the only thing in the room that is interesting enough to hold his attention.

The fact that you ended up here, in his lap, kissing him and taking in his features from close proximity, feels surreal. When you first met Jungkook on your first day at Seoul University, you didn’t dare imagine that something like this would happen one day. Sure, he was cute from the very beginning and definitely someone you could see yourself trying to get with but he also happened to be involved with your very first friend – Hyejin.

And the guilt is still present within you despite Jungkook pointing out that her feelings for him aren't yours to deal with.

“You know,” you break the silence, “we should probably settle the whole thing with Hyejin.”

Jungkook sighs softly and nods, “yeah, I know. I could talk to her today, I guess.”

For a split second you feel something ugly twist within you as you think about Jungkook going to see Hyejin, to talk about everything with the girl he used to fuck. But you quickly push it down, ignoring it instantly. You know Jungkook wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. And it doesn’t seem like he’d even think about it as he snuggles up against you, face burying itself in the crook of your neck. You can’t fight the smile that spreads across your face when he leaves a few kisses against your skin.

“I should probably also apologize for the way I spoke to her yesterday,” he mumbles. Your fingers slide into his hair, massaging his scalp as you listen. “It came out a bit harsher than intended.”

“Might be a good idea,” you hum, a frown covering your face. “I’m so scared of how she’ll react. I might not have any friends left after today.”

Jungkook lifts his head to look at you as soon as the words leave your mouth. He pouts, “you have me.”

Smiling, you roll your eyes.

“Friends, Kook,” you point out, “you’re not just a friend anymore.”

The knowing smirk spreading across Jungkook’s face makes you roll your eyes once again. You get off his lap to clean up after breakfast, ignoring the way he’s watching you with playful, shining eyes.

“Then what am I?” He asks, getting up from his seat to follow you to the kitchen. You stay quiet as he hugs you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. You suppress a giggle when his lips start peppering kisses all over your neck. Jungkook smiles against your skin, “hm?”

“Please go shower before you leave. You can’t go see Hyejin while smelling like you had sex all night,” you tell him with a laugh laced within your words, slipping from his arms and avoiding the question. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he watches you clean off the rest of the table. To him it might seem like playful teasing but in all honesty, you’re not sure what he is to you if not a friend. You don’t want to assume. Especially not until he talked to Hyejin about the whole situation.

You, too, need to talk to her. You’d hate for your friendship to end because of this.

“I did have sex all night,” he confirms before pointing at you; “and so did you. Wanna join me in the shower?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you as he awaits your answer. He’s hoping you’ll say yes because he’s far from done with you yet. Although, to be fair, he probably won’t ever be.

“No,” you tell him, going back to the kitchen to clean up the last dishes. “We’ll just end up having sex again and you have places to be, buddy.”

Jungkook’s face twists in amusement, a sarcastic scoff leaving him as he comes back up behind you, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you. You’re trapped between his arms and you already know he won’t leave you alone until you say yes to joining him in the shower. The worst part is the fact that he knows you're on the brink of giving in. Besides, how can you ever resist him again after experiencing what it’s like to be with him?

“Please,” he softly pleads, voice low as his lips near your ear. When you still don’t answer him, Jungkook pushes his hips forward, his bulge evident against your butt as he places a kiss on your shoulder. “It’ll be quick.”

“Gee,” you huff out a chuckle, “that’s exactly what a girl likes to hear.”

Jungkook’s lips spread into a smirk against the skin of your shoulder, “is that a yes?”

Sighing in fake defeat, you smirk to yourself, “I guess it is.”

An hour later after Jungkook managed to coerce you into taking a shower with him (and gave you yet another mind-blowing orgasm), he left to go see Hyejin and explain the whole situation. You’ve been on the edge of your seat ever since, waiting in anticipation for him to come back to your place. When it finally knocks on the front door, you shoot up from the couch and run to open it but Jungkook’s already halfway inside once you reach it.

“Hey, how-“

Before you can ask Jungkook how it went, he’s kissing you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as his lips meet yours. A soft hum of surprise escapes you as you grip onto his shirt in fear of falling over because of how eager Jungkook is to kiss you.

However, as much as you want to give into his kisses right now, you’re desperate to know how it went.

You pull away just enough to ask him the questions you’ve been dying to know the answer of since he texted you he had arrived at her sorority house.

“How did it go? Did she hit you?” The questions fly out of you. When Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, you frown. “Oh, no… did she curse you with an eternity in hell?”

Your last question has him chuckling, arms tightening around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He still doesn’t say a word. He kisses you instead, which has you giggling softly as you try to ask him again. There is no time for kisses right now – you need to know.

“Jungko-“

Another kiss.

You can’t help but laugh as you push at his chest, “Kook, stop kissing me for a second and tell me how it went. I wanna know if I have to hide every time I see her around campus from now on.”

Jungkook smiles, “she wasn’t happy at first but then I told her why and suddenly it all made sense to her.”

Confused, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “made sense? How?”

“Apparently, you’re not very good at hiding it when you have a crush on someone,” he says, a soft smirk on his face. “Hyejin has been reading you like an open book ever since you started hanging out but she didn’t think I felt the same way so she didn’t worry too much.”

“Oh…” you feel your cheeks heating up and yet you squint at Jungkook, “well, you didn’t know until after the frat party, so I guess I did fool one person.”

Jungkook dramatically rolls his eyes, unwrapping his arms from you and taking a step away.

“This is obviously not about me, ____.”

You scoff, “it so is-”

The sound of a text appearing on your phone cuts you off, causing you to pull it from your pocket to check who it’s from. The name on the screen causes your heart to stop for a split second, the words ‘oh god’ escaping you before you can swallow them.

Jungkook shoots you a look of confusion, “what is it?”

You show him your screen, watching him read the text while biting your bottom lip nervously. You can tell realization dawns upon him as he sees who the text is from, a soft ‘oh’ leaving him. You turn the phone back to yourself, unlocking your phone to reply. Your thumbs pause before you can type out an answer.

The text ‘can we talk’ from none other than Hyejin is staring back at you, almost mocking you because you really thought you had a few days to figure out what to tell her, what to say and how to explain yourself. But the universe wants it differently, causing Hyejin to send you a text in which she asks if you and her can talk.

“I gotta go talk to her,” you say, mostly to yourself as if trying to convince yourself to reply to her text. What exactly does one reply to this?

‘Sure, what about?’

‘Definitely – omw!’

Or maybe just a simple ‘yeah’.

Either way, you know what she wants to talk about, so asking probably isn’t the best option to go with. Instead you decide to type out ‘yeah, where do you wanna meet up?’ before anxiously waiting for her reply.

Hyejin [3:04 pm]: the campus café in 20 minutes?

You [3:04 pm]: sounds good, meet you there

Twenty minutes later you’re walking through the doors to the campus café, heart beating crazily in your chest as you look around, trying to spot Hyejin somewhere. She sits in the far corner, stirring in a mug, eyes focused on it. She seems completely absorbed in it as you make your way towards her, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Hi,” you greet her, voice small in case you have to tread cautiously.

She offers you a half-smile as she greets you back, “hey.”

The tension is impossible to ignore as silence embraces the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do and it seems she feels the same way as she looks around the café. Other students are spending their Sundays here, studying and relaxing before starting a new week. They’re oblivious to the tight atmosphere that surrounds you and Hyejin as you try to think of words to say.

“Hyejin, I’m really sorry,” you suddenly blurt out after the silence has been going on for too long.

She sighs, facing you again, “I just wish you would’ve told me.”

You frown, “I know but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You always talk about how you wish he would realize how you feel about him… I really tried to not like him but-“

“It can’t be helped,” she shrugs and smiles, “he really is a good guy and I’m glad he found someone he likes.”

Her words don't bring any sort of comfort to your mind. You can’t quite decipher if she’s angry with you or not. Her smile isn’t bright and happy like it usually is but it isn’t sad either.

“So you’re not angry with me?” You carefully ask.

She shakes her head, relief flooding through your whole body.

“No,” she tells you, “I can’t control how other people feel and what kind of bitch would I be if I asked you to not date Jungkook?”

A soft laugh leaves her lips and you feel the atmosphere become lighter. The relief you’re feeling right now is everything you needed to feel good about the last 24 hours.

“I was so scared you’d be pissed at me,” you admit, picking at your nails. “You’re my best friend and losing you because of a guy would be the worst.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, “besides, it was just a crush so I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

You can’t help but ask for confirmation. You’d hate for her to leave this café and feel less than okay. You watch as she waves a dismissive hand, scoffing playfully, “yes, of course! I’m just sad I won’t have a consistent fuck buddy anymore, that’s all.”

Despite her referring to Jungkook as her fuck buddy, you can’t help but laugh. As long as you’re all good and still friends, you can ignore the fact that she and Jungkook used to fuck. Besides, Jungkook doesn’t seem the least bit interested in getting back to that settlement again. If the last 24 hours is anything to go by, that is.

“Maybe you can find someone else who wants that kind of relationship?” You suggest.

“Very true,” she hums and taps her chin, pretending to think. “I mean… Taehyung might be willing.”

Nodding, you agree with her, “that’s not unlikely. I swear, there’s almost nothing he wouldn’t fuck so he’d probably say yes right away.”

Hyejin laughs at your words and shakes her head, “okay, but seriously though, I think I’m just gonna lay low for a while. Haven’t really focused on myself for a long time.”

“That sounds good,” you say, smiling warmly at her. “You deserve to focus on yourself.”

“Right?” She smiles back.

An hour passes, the talk going as if none of this mess has happened these past few months and you couldn’t be more grateful. Hyejin seems genuinely happy for you and if that isn’t enough to allow yourself to be with Jungkook, then you don’t know what is.

When it’s time to move on with the day, you both get up from your seats. Without a word, you embrace each other in a hug.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” You tell her as you pull away, “I get it if you want space but I’m here for you. Always.”

She smiles and nods, “we can go shopping tomorrow after class. That’s what I need.”

“Okay, sure, we can do that,” you laugh, slipping on your coat and following her to the exit of the café. “And Hyejin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being such a good friend.”

With just a simple smile in return, she turns on her heel and heads in the opposite direction of you, the heels of her boots clicking against the sidewalk as she walks away. You smile to yourself as you head in the direction of a place you haven’t been to in a while.

Dark brown and warm yet slightly nervous eyes meet yours when Jungkook opens the door to his apartment for you. However as he notices the content smile on your face, he visibly relaxes before reaching for you, pulling you inside and closing the door. You get out of your coat and boots before following him into the living room. He tugs you along to lay down on the couch with him.

“I’m gonna assume and say it went well,” he says as you snuggle up against him, the smile on your face staying there as you squish your cheek against his chest.

“It did,” you confirm. “Almost too well.”

Jungkook hums, “does that mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his t-shirt clad chest, “only if you ask me properly.”

A surprised squeal tumbles from your lips as he manages to roll you over, pinning you down against the couch and hovering above you. His eyes roam your face as a smile spreads across his lips.

“____?“

You hum, suppressing a giggle, “yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A tingling feeling shoots through your whole body as you purse your lips, taking a moment to scan his face; his dark brown eyes, his fluffy black hair and his pretty, soft lips that feels like heaven when you kiss them. You’re brought back to reality as Jungkook’s hand slips beneath your shirt, the heat of his hand coming in contact with your skin causing a rush of warmth to fill your entire body. He’s warm. He’s warm and he’s exciting and he loves you – oh, so very much. And you’d be straight up dumb to say no to his proposal of being his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’d love to.”

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