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Mutual Help | #58
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, suggestive content
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 20.1k+
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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 
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The first issue happens shortly after your shenanigans with Jungkook.
Everything has been dealt with regarding your planned and first official vacation. Accommodation, flight tickets, even some of the activities all of you have agreed on. While you had enough time to dwell back into your working life (Jungkook free to some extent), each day has become closer to the D-day. 
You're not going to lie. You're excited to get out of Seoul – as much as you love the city – and experience some fun memories with your friends. With them, you will have the time of your lives. However, all plans come crashing down with a single message from Jimin. 
For some reason, his previous planned holiday is canceled by his boss himself. They're low on the employees and there's nothing else that could be done. 
“Maybe there will be a last minute change but I don't think that's gonna happen. I think I should cancel my flight tickets while I can.” Is what he said through a message. 
Taehyung was the one who took it the worst. To explain it correctly, Taehyung cursed the shit out of Jimin's boss and how devilish it is of him to ruin the holiday. Holiday without Jimin sounds sad and suddenly, none of it seems as exciting as you once thought. 
Perhaps the reason behind your sulky mood is the fact that you don't like when something is not going according to plans. Or more like – you're excited about something, already imagining and having a certain vision of things when it suddenly gets ruined. Funnily enough, Jimin is the one who takes it the best. He laughed and joked about it, though he surely does feel a little upset by the sudden changes. 
Nobody wants their summer holiday to get taken away, especially when he has to be working instead. Jimin insists all of you should go regardless of his absence when the idea of trying to get another date comes to the surface. Though, that's even trickier when three people have to change their already confirmed and planned holidays. There are your co-workers who have scheduled free days too. To say it shortly – it's not easy at all and would bring more trouble than good. 
Even Jungkook who's his own boss has scheduled photoshoots and overall work. He could possibly cancel it, but that would bring no good to his name and business. Plus, he would lose money obviously. 
Jimin stays positive and prays that maybe someone from their team will come to the rescue. 
It's a little more than two weeks before your planned vacation. You're in the middle of folding your freshly washed and dried clothes while Jungkook's humming can be heard in the background. You video-chat him, giving him advice on what clothes to give away to charity. Something he has been doing for a while now. 
Taehyung would tell him to sell everything and Jimin would tell him to give away everything. You, on the contrary, can reason with him. The piece of clothing he hasn't worn for the last year is good to go, because he will probably never wear it again. It's why you help him with that instead of any of the guys. 
After that is done, you just casually chat which to be honest, you're glad for. It's not like you haven't done that in a long time, but it feels way more calm than anything you've done for the past few months. It's a nice change compared to your wild thoughts. You just can't bring yourself to dwell on it – because you're going to lose it. 
“Oh found this one just now,” Jungkook says, cutting off your thoughts which is probably for the best. 
You look at him, his phone propped on his kitchen counter and from the looks of it, you can just imagine the device leaned against his bowl of fruit. He stands with a leather jacket in his arms, showing it off so you could see it better. Little does he know, that article of clothing is not one to be forgotten. 
“What do you think?”
“You want to give it away?” you almost gasp, hands on your hips with a mouth agape.
“Why not?”
“Because it's the legendary jacket, you can't just give it away.” you protest, seeing him blink at you a few times before he bursts out into the cutest fit of laughter.
Teeth on display, nose scrunched along with the ends of his eyes, he laughs. “Legendary jacket? What are you even talking about?”
You pout, rolling your eyes at him.
“It's just a regular leather jacket. Everyone's got one of these.”
“That might be true,” you start, Jungkook's eyes wide as he teasingly nods, motioning that he's listening. “But it looks way too good. Plus, you wear it often, right?”
God, you hope he does. Now is not the time to thirst over him and how fucking good he looks in that stupid jacket, but well… that's exactly what's happening right now.
“I haven't worn it in a while, it's too hot for it.”
“See? You will wear it once it's colder. Keep it.”
Jungkook stares at the jacket for a moment, his eyes glinting and watching the screen where you're currently finishing up folding your clothes. With a tiny smirk, he places the jacket to the side and leans against the counter. His forearms rest on it, head cocking to the side.
“I can't believe Jimin is not going with us.” Jungkook admits, mouth curling into a displaying frown which you immediately mirror without even looking at him.
Sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, you sigh disappointedly. “Don't even mention it. I'm so upset over that. Honestly, what a stupid boss.”
“It happens here a lot though.”
“I know,” you whine, “But still. It ruined our plans and I feel so bad for him. We're gonna have fun and he will have to stay here and work. It won't be a proper vacation without him there. It was supposed to be all of us.”
“Jimin wants us to have fun.” he responds with a soft tone, thinking of the stupid situation himself. 
“It's not gonna be it when he's not there.”
“It fucking sucks,” Jungkook sighs. “Maybe he'll be able to join us last minute.”
“I doubt it,” you frown, Jungkook snickering at your pessimistic self as you give him a glare, knowing exactly why he's laughing. “He would have to get his flight tickets at the last minute, plus his accommodation is already canceled. What if the place we'll stay at won't have any free space?”
“There's a couch, he could sleep there.” he shrugs.
“Nah, flight tickets would be a problem. It's vacation season.”
“Or maybe he will be glad to spend some time with his girlfriend.”
You frown, “Not wanting to pull out Taehyung but he's with her almost all the time.”
“And how would you know that?” Jungkook chuckles.
“Well, when he's not working or with us, he's obviously with her.”
Jungkook keeps grinning, not really having any argument because he knows you're right.
“You sound like Taehyung.” he teases.
“Oh fuck off!” You both laugh. “It's true though.”
“It is. Can you blame him?”
“What do you mean?”
“If I had a girlfriend I would wanna be with her too.”
You frown at that again, staring at Jungkook on your screen who seems to shrug innocently. “But Jimin was excited to go to Hawaii.”
“Yes,” he says slowly, “I'm just saying that even if he's not going, he would spend time with his girlfriend and he would enjoy it either way. So no need to be too sad for him. He himself isn't too upset with it.”
“Men,” you sigh, “You all think of pussies.”
“Y/N!” Jungkook almost chokes at your honesty.
“What? Just sayin',” you mutter, “This is important, Kook.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I was just trying to make you not feel so bad for him. He will be fine. He's a big boy.”
You snicker, “It's a bummer.”
“I know, but I promise you… we will have a good time. Even if it's just three of us.”
“Yeah, I know that–” you mutter, pouting. “Just will miss Jimin there.”
“Speaking of the devil, he's calling me.” Jungkook says, eyes attached to the top of his screen. “I will just call him after this.”
You cackle. 
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Come on now,” he groans, “It's impolite to end a call just like that.”
“Just admit you love talking to me.”
He rolls his eyes, laughing as he keeps grinning at the screen. Your own mouth turning upwards as something within your chest tickles. “I do.” 
He admits and that something bursts. You freaking look away with a smile, almost too close to giggling loudly like a freaking teenager. You stop yourself, clearing your throat. 
“You should've seen your face,” he suddenly bursts out laughing. “What was that? Do I make you flustered, Y/L/N?”
“You wish, Jeon.” you spit jokingly right away, your senses acting automatically. 
He suddenly sneezes, loudly and forcingly, your head tilting to the side as he lifts up his gaze, eyes mischievous as a teasing grin makes it onto his face again. “I'm sorry, I'm allergic to your bullshit.”
You gasp loudly, “You piece of shit. I'll get you back for that, Jeon.”
“Yeah, wonder how,” he teases cheekily, “Why's Jimin still calling me? Wait hold on–”
He grabs his phone, tapping something there as you get another angle of his face.
“This angle is funny. Too bad I can't see your double-chin. This could be my payback.” you joke, Jungkook clearly too immersed in reading something to pay you his full attention.
You purse your lips. “Hello? I'm trying to be funny here.”
His eyes widen, your smile dropping.
“Kook?”
“Holy shit,”
“What?”
“Fuck, fuck,” He stands up, almost dropping his phone. “Jimin just texted me–Taehyung is in the hospital.”
“What?!” You yell, standing up abruptly as you clutch the phone in your hands. “Jungkook, talk to me! What happened?”
“I literally don't know!” he exclaims. “Jimin just got the call and tried to reach us.”
“Us? He didn't call me!” you panic, checking your notifications to see them empty. Fuck. You would not forgive yourself if you somehow ignored his messages, even though it wouldn't be entirely your fault.
“Fuck, we need to get there. He's going there right now.”
“Is it serious?” you ask, voice shaking at the thought of Taehyung and something happening to him. He's in a hospital which means it's something serious. 
Jungkook stops pacing, hearing the shakiness in your voice. Bringing the phone closer to his face, he watches you. “I'll come get you, alright?”
You nibble on your nails, nodding still staring ahead of you. 
“Y/N,” Jungkook calls out to you. “He's gonna be okay, alright?”
“You don't know that.” you scoff.
“We don't know any details, so let's not jump into conclusions, okay? Just wait there, alright? I will drive to your place right now.”
“Where would I go?” you exclaim, clearly stressed which Jungkook doesn't blame you for. Instead of calling you out for your attitude, he knows you're worried and stressed.
“Just don't drive anywhere.”
“I won't.” you promise, voice softening. 
“I will call you once I'm there. Don't go outside, it's too late.”
“Jungkook, stop worrying so much.” 
He groans, grabbing his keys as the screen keeps glitching here and there how quickly he's moving. “It's too late. Wait inside.” 
“Okay, sir.” you mutter dryly, Jungkook stopping just to glare at you. 
“Stop messing around. I am not.”
“Jesus, sorry.” 
He rolls his eyes. “Keep your pretty ass in your home. I'll call you when I get there.”
“Then get your pretty ass here, Jeon.” you roll your eyes to give back at him.
He sighs, closing his front door with a loud thud. The connection glitches for a second, his internet changing to his mobile data as he waits for the elevator. “Fuck it.” You hear him muttering, running for the stairs.
You keep pacing in your living room, biting off your nails while not having Taehyung beside you to scold you for doing so. Your heart clenches and worry overcomes you once again. It's Jungkook's car door closing that brings your attention back, watching him put his phone into the phone holder. 
“Kook?” 
“Hm?” he says, putting on his seatbelt as he turns on the engine. 
“Drive safely, okay?”
“I will,” he promises, but you keep giving him the same desperate look. “I promise.”
You smile nervously, ending the call just to be met with a spam of messages from Jimin. 
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Jungkook comes shortly after, just enough for you to check all the lights and gas before you leave. He definitely drove over the speed limit but you don't dare to scold him once he calls you. You spot the familiar Mercedes slowing down the parking lot just as your phone rings. Just like he wanted, you stayed inside. Knowing there's a low chance of something happening to you – considering this neighborhood is pretty much safe and you've walked when it was way later than now  – you also know he cares about your safety, so you didn't feel like disobeying his direct orders. Or more like a plea that would end up in a frustrating scolding if you didn't listen to him. 
Once you get inside the car, you buckle your seatbelt and Jungkook speeds out of the parking lot, rushing to the hospital where Jimin texted him details.
“Jimin is there.”
“What happened? Did he tell you?”
Jungkook shakes his head, checking on you for a split second before his eyes are back on the road. “No, he's still waiting.”
Luckily, the hospital where Taehyung's at is not that far away and it takes you approximately around fifteen minutes to get there, with all the red lights you had to stop at.
You've never had to go to a hospital here because something happened to one of your friends. To go through this and watch how Jungkook says Taehyung's name at the reception, trying to get any information doesn't sit with you well. You're full of nerves, sticking to Jungkook's side as he handles everything by himself. The nurse questions your relation to Taehyung but luckily, has no problem giving you directions of where to find your friend. 
“Couldn't she tell us if he's alive?” you grumble beside Jungkook as he tries to follow her directions from before. 
Jungkook chuckles, “If he wasn't, she wouldn't just tell us where to find him.”
Sighing, you follow Jungkook the entire time. “Have you been here before?” you question him in the elevator, a suspicious, curious look glinting in your eyes where worry was found before. 
Jungkook gives you a side-glance, sighing before looking ahead. “I have.”
When he doesn't elaborate and is silent, you lean yourself forward to catch his eyes. “When?”
He straightens his posture.
“It's just because you kinda know your way around here.”
You don't remember him mentioning being hospitalized here, nor coming here for examinations. There's a chance you simply don't know about that. There might be things you haven't told each other, it's practically impossible knowing everything about each other. But you feel if it came to this topic, you would know about it. 
But you don't. 
“I was here with Kiko.”
You halt, a taken back expression taking over your face.
“And because of Kiko.” He adds, clearing his throat at the mention of his ex. Almost as if you would bite off his head just for mentioning her name. 
You chuckle at that. “Oh, I didn't know that.”
“Yeah, didn't think of mentioning it before.” he mutters.
“Was she hospitalized here?”
“Do you really wanna know or you're just nosy?” he teases, wiggling his brow at you as you roll your eyes.
“Just answer, Jeon.”
“My curious delicate flower,” he continues to tease, ruffling your hair in the process as you elbow him in the ribs. “She had something with her shoulder once, she went here for rehabilitation.”
“Oh,” you let out slowly. “Was she fine after that?”
Feeling a burn of someone's gaze, you see Jungkook side-eyeing you. “Don't pretend like you care.” he chuckles, shaking his head at you as you smack your lips at him in annoyance.
“I wanna know! Stop making it seem like I'm a heartless monster!” 
“I wouldn't dare.” he jokes, continuing to shake his head as you sigh in irritation at your very annoying friend. 
“I advise you that.”
He snickers, “Damn, so scary.”
“Jungkook, seriously. I'm gonna kick you in the balls if you're gonna continue this.” you warn him, hearing him laugh as he leans against the elevator's wall. 
You glance at him, annoyed expression as his brow cockily lifts up. 
“Not the balls, damn, you monster.”
“Keep talking and you'll see the real monster.” you mutter, your bickering interrupted by the elevator's ring, informing you of your floor. 
Walking out of there, all the fun disappears as soon as you see and smell the sterile surroundings again, along with sick patients of all sorts which truly breaks your heart. You understand why someone hates hospitals so much. You never truly belong to that people, never really had that awful experience. Everyone you lost in the family had left at their peaceful homes. You never had to say goodbye to anyone here. 
Although, you do remember visiting your father's mother – your dear grandmother  – when you were a kid. Unfortunately, she passed away when you were around six. The only thing that bothers you to this day is that you don't have many memories with her. Since you were a little kid, you only remember very little. Plus, there are days when you wished she was still here. To talk about the craziness you've experienced in both families. To help her and show her your gratitude for raising your dad and his four siblings, when she was all alone. She was truly an inspiration for you. 
Your dad says you get a lot from her. You'll never forget a conversation you had with him about her. 
“You remind me of her sometimes. She had a good heart like you have.”
That's what he told you when you were around eighteen. Your dad is not a sentimental person. He doesn't usually say many heart-warming things, so to hear him saying that just made you emotional. Thinking of it now, it still does in a way.
“Sorry, we are here looking for our friend? They told us at the reception he's on this floor. Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook stops one of the nurses, surprisingly stopping a male who kindly shows you the way to see your friend. 
Jungkook looks behind, making sure you're there as he gives you an encouraging smile. You wonder if he's scared as fuck of what you're about to see as well. Is he pretending to be brave and having his shit together because of you? Are you preaching? 
Jungkook is the most caring friend. You don't believe he's not worried as much as you are. 
“Ready?” he asks, tilting his head toward the direction the nurse sent you. 
Naturally, like your body calls for his proximity and safety, you wrap your arms around his forearm, clutching to his side as you give him a nod. He leads you to one of the rooms, both of you cautiously peeking inside as the scene in front of you makes you both gasp loudly, catching everyone's attention in the room. 
There he is. 
If someone told you you will see Kim Taehyung laying in a hospital bed, you would laugh him off for some reason. All of you would. So to not only see him lying there but having a huge cast on his leg, his face pale and hair unkempt, you and Jungkook gulp at the sight. 
Jimin stands there, arms crossed over his chest as his hands rub his lips nervously. A woman stands next to him, a little behind him, noticing your and Jungkook's presence immediately. 
That has to be her.
But before any of you can pay her attention, Taehyung steals it without even knowing as he groans. 
“What the hell happened?” You almost shriek as a panicked mother, tearing yourself off Jungkook's side as you rush to Taehyung's side, Jungkook following you right after.
Both of you having a concerned look, Taehyung takes a minute to recognize you. You make a grimace, you and Jungkook giving Jimin a stare as he goes to say something, but he's interrupted by the patient himself. 
“You guys are here?” He looks shocked, making sure it's really you as he squints his eyes at you both.
“Of course we are–what happened, Tae?”
“Ah, don't even ask! That shit is so fucking embarrassing!” he dramatically sighs, slapping his palm over his forehead as he disappointedly shakes his head at himself.
“Can he just tells us what the fuck happened to him?” Jungkook mutters under his breath, causing you to elbow him like before.
Jimin clears his throat, “He was at the gym and accidentally dropped one of the dumbbells on his feet.”
“Jimin-ah!”
“Man they asked!” Jimin exclaims, trying to keep calm. 
“You guys came here because of me?” Taehyung pouts, changing the topic as you and Jungkook stare at him completely dumbfounded. What is wrong with him?
“Of course we did,” you assure him. “We would be here sooner, but Jimin had to call us. Why didn't you call us too?” you frown.
“Actually, the nurse called me. Taehyung gave them my number.”
“Well, that's great.” you mutter.
“Well, I'm sorry!” Taehyung mocks you, slapping his arms against the fluffy duvet he has thrown over one side of his body. “How could I know if you guys are not fucking somewhere behind our backs?”
“We don't do that!” Jungkook reacts.
The room is filled with craziness. 
Jimin sighs, deadpanning at his friend. You and Jungkook loudly gasp, your hand over your fast beating heart. 
The room is silent after that, Jimin's eyes directed somewhere behind you and Jungkook. You both turn around to see a nurse coming in, an awkward smile attached on her lips as she holds the clipboard with her. 
“We had to give him some painkillers, he was close to crushing his toes. He's a little drugged by now.” she informs you, perhaps trying to make you less embarrassed because of your friend. 
“I will come back and fill you with more information.” She sets up the clipboard on his bed, everyone bowing to her as she reciprocates it before walking away. 
“Ignore him, he's drugged.” Jimin apologizes to the female beside him, her eyes eyeing you and Jungkook as you shift on your spot. 
“Yeah, he's just babbling nonsense.” 
Taehyung scoffs, luckily keeping his mouth shut about this topic. “Yeah, by the way guys, Jimin brought his girlfriend. They were on a date when his friend was dying.”
“You weren't dying, Taehyung.” Jimin corrects him, giving him a stern look as the younger friend puts his lips into a thin line, frowning. “Ah, guys. This is Rin. Wanted to introduce you to her under different circumstances but well, babe–” 
Taehyung gags in the distance. “Knowing you, you would've kept her secret for another year.”
“This is Y/N and Jungkook. My friends.” Jimin grits through his teeth, giving a forced smile to his blonde girl. 
“It's nice to meet you. Jimin talked about you a lot.”
“Really? Because he really didn't–”
You kick Taehyung's mattress, ignoring his nasty glare as you both bow at each other. 
“Nice meeting you too, Rin. Welcome to the craziness.” Jungkook chuckles, “Jimin is a great guy. Hope this didn't traumatize you.”
She giggles, Jimin laughing nervously while you watch Taehyung who sulks in his spot. “No. It didn't.” she assures Jimin as she cuddles up to him. 
“Tae, how are you feeling?” you ask, focusing your attention on your sulking friend. 
You sit on the edge of his bed, brushing a few strands off his hair.
“Embarassed and like a fucking idiot,” he mutters. “I got so much attention at the gym. Fuck, I am used to attention but not that kind.”
“The most important thing is that you are okay, Taehyung.” Jungkook butts in, trying to sound gentle as he eyes his friend's new cast. 
Taehyung scoffs, “Does this seem fine to you?”
“I meant it that you're alive. You'll have this cast for a few months but you will be fine. You're lucky nothing worse happened to you.” Jungkook explains. 
“Fuck, I feel high,” he sighs, dropping his head on the pillow as he stares at the ceiling. He gulps, whining. “What about Hawaii? Fucking hell. I can't go.”
The realization hits all of you, yours and Jungkook's eyes meeting as you pout. 
“We can go next year.” Jungkook tries but you know it will only do so little. 
“We will cancel it too. There's no point in going when both of you don't go.” you tell him, Taehyung frowning as Jimin gives you an empathic smile. 
“No, you guys have to go.” Taehyung says, your eyes lifting up in surprise. But before you can say something, mouth already opening, he continues. “Everything's paid for. Jimin barely got the money back for flight tickets, I don't think I will get mine. It's too close to date.”
“Tae is right,” Jimin agrees, “You can still enjoy it without us.”
“I would hate myself if you didn't go there because of my clumsiness,” Taehyung admits, frowning. “Y/N you were so excited to see Hawaii.”
You stare, pouting as your eyes get teary for some reason. The entire situation is shitty as fuck and Taehyung's pale face is not helping. 
“You have to go.”
“I'm sure accommodation can be arranged just for the two of you. It's worth a shot.” Jimin says.
“We could try but I don't know…” Jungkook groans, sighing in disappointment at the fucked up situation. “We'll talk about it later. You're more important now, Tae. What can we do for you?” 
You nod, listening to Taehyung who sighs, cracking his neck. “I would die for McDonald's right now.”
Snorting, you shake your head at your friend. 
“You shouldn't eat right now, Tae. You have a good amount of meds inside you. It would probably make you sick.” Jimin reminds him. 
“We should just wait for the nurse to give us more information. Then we can figure it out from there.” you say, Jimin and Jungkook nodding in agreement. 
“This fucking sucks.” 
You make yourself comfortable on Taehyung's current bed, humming. “Tell me something about it.”
A few minutes later, a male in his mid-thirties (you're guessing) comes in. Wearing a white coat, you almost forgot how handsome some doctors can look, he eyes everyone in the room – mostly surprised to see so many people but then none of you are family members. He does question it but doesn't send you away. 
“...fortunately, Mr. Kim, your accident hasn't permanently damaged any of your nerves or bones. You'll have to wear a cast for a couple of weeks until it's healed, and after that you will need to be careful. But we'll take it from there and discuss further recovery steps.”
Taehyung looks like he's five seconds from dozing off or as if he could care less, you're trying to hold back your laugh while Jimin and Jungkook are the responsible ones. They keep nodding and looking seriously at the doctor using terms you've never heard before. You're sure none of them have and the fact they act like they do makes you want to laugh. Rin stays behind, sitting on the chair next to a window. You get a feeling she might feel not unwelcomed, but definitely out of her comfort zone. 
She sees four friends sticking together, three of them that she hasn't seen before. Honestly, it's not weird to see a woman next to Jimin. It is weird to see the affection they have going on, even though so far it has been pretty low-key. 
As the doctor finishes and informs Taehyung he's able to go home after they run some tests on him, he gives you a shortly lasting look. You smile, looking away in shyness as you're met with Jungkook's side-eyed frown. He has done that a lot today, you think.
You just innocently shrug, both of your attentions turned to Taehyung who starts to complain all over again. 
“You guys should go. You were on a date, right? Me and Kook will take care of him.” you tell Jimin, feeling bad not because they had to cut off their date, but you feel bad toward Rin. 
She probably wants to be with her boyfriend, it has probably been too many events for her tonight. You could sympathize with her and imagine what it feels like for her. Besides, there are three of you here. There's no need for all of you to be here. Taehyung will be fine. 
Someone just has to wait with him for more tests and results, so he's really safe to go home. Plus, he needs to be driven home as his ride here was an ambulance – something he's still complaining about how awkward it was when it arrived in front of the gym. 
“Yeah, go. They will take care of me.” Taehyung mutters like the child he can be, met with yet another glare from you. 
Jungkook tries not to laugh while Jimin frowns. “No. We could wait here and drive him to my place.” Jimin argues, turning to Rin. “You don't mind, right?”
“Fucking hell,” Taehyung whispers under his breath. “Why are you asking her? Just go and have your date.” He rolls his eyes at Jimin who clenches his jaw.
“I don't mind.” Rin tells him silently, assuring him.
“Somebody's gonna have to take care of your ass, Taehyung-ah. You can't be alone at home right now.”
“I'm not a child.”
“Sometimes you act like it.”
“Okay,” you butt in, standing up. “It's too late to be arguing in a freaking hospital. So get it together, both of you–” You're met with a glare from both of them. “Jimin wants to be here for you, so don't be childish Taehyung. They can have a date another time.”
“What she means to say is–” Jungkook starts, standing behind you. “We're all willing to stay here and help.”
Jimin and Rin have a silent conversation as Taehyung purses his lips and closes his eyes, ignoring his surroundings. Deep down, you know he wants Jimin to be here for him. He's just childish because Jimin is dating now and even though Rin doesn't seem to be a bad girl, it's different now. Suddenly, there's another person in his life and in their friendship as well. It awfully reminds you of the situation you had with Jungkook. 
It's still slightly different but similar in many ways. You know how Taehyung feels. The difference is that Taehyung also knows shit about relationships. He can't understand why Jimin, the guy who used to fuck purely for fun and enjoyment, is now dating someone. 
“Guys, could you drop off Rin at her house? She lives nearby, so it's not too far away.”
“Yeah, sure. No problem.” Jungkook responds. 
“Come on, it's late. We should all go to sleep. They can handle it from there,” you say, motioning for Rin to join you. “Don't worry, we're friendly and don't bite.” 
She laughs, some of her nervosity dropping.
“Yeah, they're too into each other to care about anyone else.” Taehyung comments.
“Y'know what Taehyung? If you don't want your other leg in a cast, you better shut up.” you warn him, feeling Jungkook's hand on your lower back as he shakes his head, silently telling you it's not worth it as an amused smile plays on his lips. 
“Which one?” Taehyung asks cheekily, having the time of his life when he watches your realization into disgust.
“Jesus, man. You should sleep it off.”
“That's not gonna help. This is Taehyung we're talking about.” you murmur to Jungkook.
Taehyung is about to say another nonsense, stopped by Jimin's palm as he gives him a warning stare before he walks up to you and Jungkook.
“Guys, please do not interrogate her. Okay?” Jimin pleas, sounding nervous as you and Jungkook share a knowing look. “No, please. Don't look at each other like that.” 
Little does he know it wasn't because of what he thinks it is, that you will go against his wishes, but it's the cuteness of how he doesn't want to ruin anything between them. You've never had a chance to see him like this. 
“Don't worry, we're gonna be on our best behavior.” Jungkook jokes, causing Jimin to whine but there's no time to have such a silly conversation. 
Jimin turns to Rin, telling her something before they share a kiss. You're ready to squeal at the cuteness as Jungkook tries not to laugh at you, cheekily poking you in your side while Taehyung looks grumpy.
“I'll text you and see you tomorrow, okay?” You hear Jimin say just as you bid goodbye to Taehyung, who's already too sleepy. 
Jungkook pats the top of his head before you leave Jimin with him and part your ways. But not before you hear Jimin's silent scolding. “You see? This is exactly why I didn't want to–”
You and Jungkook try not to laugh on your way out of the room, sharing a look in the hallway as Rin silently follows you, probably wondering who the hell has she just met. 
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“She's quiet.”
You break a silence by stating something both of you are thinking. Rin is not exactly communicative, kept it very casual and both, you and Jungkook, could get the hint of her not wanting to really talk. 
“She might've felt bad because of Taehyung.” Jungkook responds, a thoughtful frown making it on his face as he drives you through familiar streets that lead toward your home. 
During the slightly awkward drive to Rin's place, Jungkook tried to excuse Taehyung's behavior, thinking it's the main reason for Rin's distant behavior. It's not like she wasn't friendly or has done something out of place. She was just… quiet. She kept it simple, not engaging in any further topics. And regarding Taehyung, she just said it's okay and that was it. 
It was certainly none of you have expected. You tried to make the atmosphere lighter, forcing chuckles and grins for her own sake but she just didn't seem to care. You're not going to lie, that stung a little and you had to grit your teeth to prevent yourself from really asking her – What's up?
But then you realize, you have no idea how she's feeling. She met all three of you in the span of one hour and with Taehyung's insanity and even bolder mouth than ever, it has been a lot for her probably. 
It's not like the three of you are too much to handle, right? 
“You think so?”
Jungkook chuckles at your question, “Tae took it too far. Anyone would've felt uncomfortable.”
“Come on, he's on drugs–” you scoff out a chuckle as if that excuses him. “He wasn't fully himself.”
“He was pretty much Taehyung, what are you sayin'?” Jungkook laughs.
You smack your lips together, a laugh escaping past them as you gently nudge his arm. “You know what I mean–he would've behaved slightly differently if he wasn't in that state.”
“Hm, that could be true,” he mutters, driving with one hand as the other rubs his lips thoughtfully. “Maybe she's just shy, would explain a lot.”
“Maybe,” you hum, “Can you believe it though? Our Jimin has a girlfriend. Who would've thought?”
“Not me,” Jungkook jokes, quoting one of the famous sounds on TikTok which causes both of you to break into laughter. “I hope she's not terrified of us–or Tae.”
“There's nothing to be terrified of when it comes to us!” you exclaim, giggling when you see Jungkook's grimace of pursed lips and raised brows. “I don't know. I thought it would go differently when we would finally meet her. Not like this.”
“None of us expected it,” Jungkook says, “But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Taehyung is okay.”
“Oh god, he's gonna be such a drama queen once they release him. A cast on his leg?”
Jungkook laughs, knowing exactly what you mean when it comes to Taehyung. “He's gotta get used to it. At least for a while.”
While a short silence follows, one thought is rooted inside your mind which causes you to nibble on your lips. “Kook,”
“Hm?”
“This means we're going alone to Hawaii?”
Jungkook sighs, thinking through his answer as you watch the side of his face and how street's signs and lights illuminate his features. “If you want to.”
He stops at the red light, a few cars stopping behind you as you stare out of the window to avoid his stare once he glances at you. You see him in the reflection. His eyes momentarily watch your form, perhaps trying to decipher what you're thinking before he looks back ahead, staring at the road instead. 
“This is not how it was meant to be.” you mutter.
For some odd reason, you feel bad for even saying it. It almost sounds like you don't want to go with Jungkook. It's not that at all. Sure, the thought scares the fuck out of you – but Jimin and Taehyung were supposed to be there. All four of you. Making new memories and doing something new, something precious for your just as precious friendship. 
“We don't have to go. We could try next year.”
“No,” you shake your head, “Everything's paid for. It was already trouble enough to deal with Jimin's reservations and now it's the same with Taehyung.”
“Listen,” Jungkook sighs, the engine roaring back to life as the red light changes to orange. By the time it's green, Jungkook puts the car into drive and speeds through the main road. “I know it's not ideal, but I don't want you to go if you don't feel like it.”
“It's not ideal but–” you stop yourself, groaning at your stupid way of explaining your feelings. “I made it sound as if I didn't wanna go with you…” you trail off, somehow starting to feel nervous which is stupid. 
Jungkook stays silent. You're not sure if it's because he wants to listen to you or because he silently agrees. You did make it sound like that. 
“I just–would it be wise?”
“Wise?” Jungkook frowns.
“Well–just the two of us.”
Jungkook stares ahead before he throws you a quick glance. It takes approximately five seconds for him to release a chuckle as he shakes his head while you're the one who stares in confusion now. 
“So that's what you're nervous about?”
You roll your eyes, not being able to say anything. It's partly why you're so unsure about this. The last time you and Jungkook stayed alone… things happened. And while you would like to believe you're strong willed, there's a part of you that fears the exact opposite. 
It's insane how Jungkook gets it without you actually having to say anything.
“What? You can't keep it in your pants, Y/L/N?”
It's the cocky tone that makes your mouth drop open, but that single sentence is enough to make you stutter and you literally fight to get proper words out. “You're the one bringing that up!”
But Jungkook laughs, completely ignoring your evident attempt of trying to argue with his statement. 
“I didn't even think about that.”
“Mhm, mhm.”
He bursts out laughing, ignoring the way you glaring at his side with a huffy face. “What else did you mean then?”
“None of your business, Jeon.” you mutter, arms crossed over your chest as you fight back a smile when you hear his bubbly laugh next to you. 
“Oh, we're back to Jeon?”
“You're the first one that started with surnames,” you point out, giving him a playful roll of your eyes before you sigh and relax in the seat. “I just meant… maybe it's stupid but–we all know how it ended the last time. This is a vacation, Jungkook. We're gonna be miles and miles away. It sounds–”
“Couple-y?” He finishes your thought. He shakes his head with a gentle smile. “It sounds like fun to me. I'm still me, Y/N.” It's the way his last sentence sounds so gentle and vulnerable that it makes you feel like an idiot for even bringing it up. 
He's still the same Jungkook you've known for years. With or without intimacy.
You just had to talk about Hawaii one way or another. 
“Yeah–I know it sounds like that but I don't overthink it that much. I just meant–fuck, I guess it's a big change from our plans and just us going is…”
“You're scared.” he says, pointing out the obvious that makes you dryly swallow. 
You mentally groan and slap yourself. “How am I supposed to enjoy it when you will be right there?”
���Ouch.”
“No, not like that!” you correct yourself, groaning loudly this time. “You'll be a distraction.”
Jungkook laughs at that, “Distraction?”
“Yes!” you exclaim, growing frustrated but mainly from yourself and the fact you're talking about this. It makes you slightly embarrassed but at the same time it's a relief that you can talk about this so openly with him. “With Jimin and Taehyung there–”
“I can keep it in my pants,” he informs you of something you've heard many times before. “The question is–”
You inhale shakily.
“Can you?”
You stare ahead, eyes wide and mouth agape, tongue softly grazing your teeth.
Well–fuck.
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“Listen, just let me know how you decided.”
Jungkook says with a window opened as you stand next to the driver's side, shifting on your spot nervously. You haven't talked much after that. There was not much time since Jungkook drove here in five minutes. 
“I'm stupid for saying shit like that.”
Jungkook frowns, “Hey, you're not stupid. You're unsure and feel bad for the guys.”
It's not even about the temptation and the stupid break you came up with. It's the entire change of plans you've mentioned to him as well. You made it sound as if it was all about the two of you, but the truth is it feels bad to go there without Taehyung and Jimin. 
And that's exactly what you tell Jungkook as you confess your once said thoughts. This time you're more serious. 
“You heard them. They want us to go either way. Even when we don't think about the money and how's everything already paid for–you were excited to go there,”
He slides his hand off the steering wheel and places it on his lap instead. 
“We're going there to enjoy our vacation. It might not be as we planned it, but we could still have fun. And deep down, I know you really wanna go there.”
“I do,” you admit after a while. When you think about it, this is your opportunity to go. Although, going there alone with him makes you awfully nervous. It's like a huge test for the two of you, one you're not ready for. “You know the last time when we were alone–”
“Mhm,” he says, prompting you to continue.
“I don't wanna make it seem as if that's all I'm thinking about, or that's how I see you but I guess–”
God why is it so hard to put any words out?
“I know,” Jungkook says gently, seeing you struggling a little to properly explain the crazy train of your thoughts. “You wanted us to focus on our friendship. I know, Y/N.”
He's so gentle that you almost want to cry out and have him hug you. You're in a desperate need of a hug. But it's too late and you both had a long day. 
“You sure you don't wanna go upstairs?” 
Jungkook smirks and you groan. “Not like that, Jeon.”
“I feel like I'm gonna pass out the second I take a shower and lay in my bed,” he jokes instead, “You should go inside, it's getting colder.”
You bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at your surroundings. “I wanna go, Kook.”
Jungkook turns his head to look at you, immediately realizing what you're talking about. He doesn't say it but the question in his eyes is clear. You sure?
“Yeah, I made a big deal out of it,” You sigh. “But I really wanna go with you. It would be stupid for us not to go.”
“Okay, then. I'll have to make some calls because of Taehyung, hopefully he will be able to get his money back. At least for the accommodation. If you change your mind, just let me know.”
“I won't,” you assure him with a smile, “And Kook?”
“Yes?”
“It's stupid but… I don't think I've ever felt nervous about you before. The last time was when we first met. Or the first time we started hanging out.”
“I made you nervous?” He laughs.
“Mostly everyone makes me nervous when I first meet them,” you scowl at him as you explain. “We barely hung out after we–took a break or whatever we wanna call it.”
Jungkook snorts at the way you roll your eyes when you say it. 
“I make you nervous. I don't know how to deal with this information.”
“Jeon,” you grit through your teeth, “It's not you. It's more… the situation and all.”
He grins, biting his lower lip before he releases it and stares at the distant street lights. “There's no need to be nervous. No kissing. No sex. We're on a sex ban. Just two best friends in Hawaii.”
You groan his name and at the way he says it with an utmost grin. This man is not serious. 
“That's not what I truly meant but–you know what? Nevermind. Let's just end it here.”
Jungkook doesn't press any further, simply opting for a gentle grin and change of topic. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You catch yourself wishing he would say something else instead of your name.
And that's your cue to turn around before silently wishing him a goodnight, telling him to drive safe and send you a message once he's home. Perhaps it's for the better that he stayed in his car. 
He waits until you're inside of the building before he drives out of the parking lot, his silver car slowly fading out until it fully disappears. What doesn't disappear are the mixed and crazed feelings that make you question every single thing that has been said. 
One thing you know for sure.
This vacation will be one hell of a ride. 
One, you can't prepare yourself for. One, you're close to shitting your pants for.
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Rolling your suitcase down the sidewalk, Jungkook offers to take it but you decline. He has his own suitcase and full hands, therefore all he receives is just an appreciative smile as you enter the airport. 
Namjoon was kind enough to take you and since your flight is early in the morning, he had the time to drive you here.
Sorting out your luggage and going through the security doesn't take too long and before you know it, you're seated in the airplane fighting for a window seat with Jungkook. He lets you have it, of course and slumps into the seat next to you. With a happy and slightly annoying smile, you make sure he sees it as he playfully rolls his eyes.
Since there are still passengers sitting and putting away their luggage, you do have a little time before taking off. You take that time to quickly video chat with Jimin and Taehyung. While Jimin's preparing for his work, Taehyung curses you out for waking him up. Though, there's a tiny smile that tells you that it's okay to go without them and enjoy it to the fullest. 
You share your earphones with Jungkook, so he can hear them too. 
“You guys–” Taehyung sighs, eyes slightly swollen with tiredness. “This sucks but enjoy it, alright? And send me pictures.”
“We will.”
“Yeah, Kook took his camera with him.”
“You and your camera,” Taehyung jokingly shakes his head. “I could've had such nice pictures.”
“You have… lots of them actually,” Jungkook snickers, “We will take some next time.”
“Be safe guys, I gotta run to work but text us when you land.” Jimin says, his screen blurry as he keeps moving.
“Will do.” you assure them. “I'm sorry you guys couldn't come.”
“Stop,” Taehyung cuts you off, giving you a grin that feels oddly comforting. “Have the biggest fucking fun. I'm stuck in bed, so maybe I will annoy you with my phone calls.”
“Great.” Jungkook mutters, causing you to nudge him as the four of you laugh.
“We're about to take off. I will call you, Tae. Don't worry.”
“I am not. What I worry about though, is the amount of times I could've gotten laid. Now I'm stuck here with this fucking cast on.”
“Dude, chill out.” Jimin laughs. 
So do you and Jungkook. Shortly after you all end the call, you and Jungkook snickering between each other at Taehyung's biggest issue. 
While the pilot welcomes everyone on board and informs them of the destination and other important information, you make yourself comfortable in your seat as you place your head on Jungkook's shoulder. 
Jungkook looks down at you, smiling as you catch his glance. “Ready?”
“Is there anything left for me other than to be ready?”
“Well, you could chicken out. The plane is not in the air yet.”
You smack his side, sitting up straight as you're met with the familiar sight of his stretched smile and white pearls. “Dumbass.”
“Love you too.”
You look away, making sure he sees the roll of your eyes before doing so. Though a small smile plays on your lips and as you take off, plane soon in the clouds, you use Jungkook as the softest and best smelling pillow.
The adrenaline and excitement of what's awaiting for you does not allow you to sleep. Yet you don't move an inch, finding comfort in the man sitting beside you. And when you ask him to play with your hair, he does it without any questions. 
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“Oh my god.” 
Is the first thing you let out as soon as you get out of the airport and see the beauty around you. The weather is not too hot for you to not have any sunglasses or hat on. You shield your eyes with a palm outstretched above them, stopping in the tracks as Jungkook tries to get a taxi. 
“Beautiful, isn't it?” Jungkook says once he locks his phone and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. “The place we are staying at is even more beautiful.”
Jungkook has managed to make a compromise with the owner of the place you're staying at during the next seven days. Since it would be for the best if Jimin and Taehyung got their money back, they made a deal on swapping apartments. This way the owner could still make a profit while complying with you.
That alone made you a little bit calm because so far, everything is going well and smoothly. 
“Our car should be here in five.” Jungkook informs you and ushers you to go in a shadow.
You obey, feeling already as if you're melting.
“What's our plan for today?”
You haven't really slept during the flight. Jungkook has booked a business class, something you've scolded him for because that's definitely something you haven't paid for when you sent him the money for your flight ticket. There was no need for that eight hour flight, but you both definitely made a good use of it. You turned on a movie and made yourself comfortable while eating snacks. Who knew having a drink on a plane can be actually so relaxing and fun at the same time?
You sit on your suitcase, squinting your eyes at Jungkook who pulls a cap from his suitcase and puts it on your head. 
“We're gonna settle in and maybe we could check the outside?”
“Sounds good.” 
The car comes around the time Jungkook said it would, an older man with a straw hat on welcomes you and helps you with your things. You both thank him and get inside – luckily – with an air condition on.
While he drives and gives you a quick tour of the road you're driving on, he answers any curious and informative questions Jungkook asks him. You sit silently, smiling at the man whenever he jokes around as you stare out of the window, appreciating the nature around you. 
And at that moment you think;
It's a good thing you decided to go.
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You've seen the photos of where you were supposed to be staying. All four of you. But since that has changed and the two of you couldn't go, there had to be some changes made. Jungkook informed you about that, so that's no news to you. It would be no use for you and him to share a place designed for four and more people. 
Surrounded by nature and sea air, there's a whole street of houses. It's so close to the sea that you can hear the waves in the distance and smell the salted water. Surely, the location and vacation houses are one of the wealthiest ones, and you just can't seem to pry your eyes at what's around you. 
You let Jungkook handle everything, after you've grabbed your luggage and bid goodbye to the driver. He talks to the owner, or the person who is in charge of the vacation house you'll be staying at. Shortly after, Jungkook is given keys and after waving off one last person, you finally get out of the sun and get inside. 
The first thing you notice is the chilly air hitting your heated bodies, the two of you sighing in delight before you both laugh. 
“AC is gonna be our best friend here.” you comment, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lack of sun.
“Just don't overboost it, yeah? Or else you're gonna end up sick.”
You turn to Jungkook with raised brows, who simply just shrugs as he sets the luggage down. 
“Says the person who always has his AC turned on in the car.” you point out the obvious fact you both know.
“My immune system is much better than yours.” he points out back, showing you the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner as you shake your head, trying to hide a smile.
Bickering with someone who knows you well – or best even – is tough. 
Now that's done and the two of you don't elaborate to bicker any further, you take the time to look around. The place you've seen from pictures looked different, customized for more people. This house is just as spacious and even though you're standing in the entryway, you can easily tell more people would be able to fit in here.
“Are you sure we're at the right place?” you ask, catching Jungkook sweeping his hair off his forehead with head leaned back. Mentally sighing at the painfully attractive sight, you turn around and admire the place you're in instead.
That's a safer choice anyway.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” he asks instead, confirming that yes, you're at the right place. “Come on, let's see how it looks in person. The pictures were pretty great.”
You wonder why Jungkook hasn't shared them with you once he was able to switch houses. For sure, you haven't had that much time to talk about it. Everyone was busy with their jobs, you included, and then the accident with Taehyung happened which caused this entire planning to get rushed. Poor Jungkook took care of everything – but you know he's the best at it. 
When your mouth drops as you make it to the living room, you notice Jungkook grinning at the side of the entrance to the living room since there is no door. He wanted it to be a surprise.
One that appears to be more than successful.
“Kook–” you stop yourself. The entire side facing the sea is a window wall, giving the best view to the beach and sea. 
The floor is a darker wood, giving the room just the right balance of colors since there are a lot of light colors. The white couch is huge, in the shape of U, similar to what Jungkook owns at his place. There is a big beige carpet underneath the coffee table and couch, making it more cozy. A beautiful chandelier hangs down with transparent bulbs which is undoubtedly even more pretty at night. 
From up here, there's a porch with a pool and your legs itch to find out how big it is. 
It's a one floor beach house, a modern yet cozy one as Jungkook leads you to the right to show you the kitchen. It's a medium sized, smaller than the one he's got and you wonder why it's even here considering you'll get your food brought from the resort. 
The house ends from the left sounds but you move to the opposite side, jaw dropping at the beautiful bedroom. First of all, the interior is beyond any words and leaves you breathless. You've never seen something so beautiful in person. You could cry. And Jungkook's joyful grin is not helping at all.
The bed is not against any walls. It sits almost in the middle of the room. There's a panel behind it and further away, it leads you to a spacious bathroom. There are two sinks and a huge mirror – the room matched in turquoise and white colors.
“Jungkook–this is–how much did you spend on this?” you ask, turning to him with a hand on your hip with a frown. “This was definitely much more than you said.”
“Don't worry about it.”
“Jungkook, stop. I'm serious.”
“So am I,” he shrugs, sighing slightly. “I paid a little extra but it wasn't much.”
“I don't believe you.” You narrow your eyes at him as he cheekily grins and shrugs.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“Jungkook!” 
However, your scolding is cut off by him simply walking away. The bed is facing the beach, the same view as you could see in the living room. Palms surround the house which create a little shade from the burning sun. 
There are dressers where you could store your clothes and stuff, but you don't pay any more attention to it as you follow Jungkook back to the entryway with a frown settled on your face. 
“Jungkook, I'm serious.”
“And so am I, Y/N,” he says simply, dragging your luggage to the living room. “I swear I didn't pay much. The owner wouldn't really have any other place for us. I wanted you to see this beach.”
You raise your brows at him, trying not to crack at the warm and sweet gesture.
“Plus I didn't want to stay anywhere else. So be mad at me all you want, but I'm happy to be here and from the looks of it, so are you.”
“Yes, but–”
“No, buts. Now get ready, we're leaving in twenty.”
You stammer over your words, mustering to ask only one word. “Where?”
“Out. Unless you wanna stay in and rest.”
He says, stopping as he turns around to look at you with raised brow, waiting for your response.
“Ah–no, I am fine with going out.”
“Good.”
And he leaves to the bedroom, “Oh–I hope you don't mind the one bedroom. They didn't have any houses with more rooms left. But I can sleep on the couch.” he calls out from there.
When you don't respond right away, his head pokes out of the corner with a awaiting gaze. 
“Why would I mind?” you breathe out, feeling like you just got awestruck. 
“Uhh–you want me to elaborate?”
You chuckle nervously, scratching your forearm before you shake yourself out of it and drop the expression. “Yah! You wanted to go out! So go get ready too!”
“Yes, m'am.” he salutes and disappears behind the wall of the bedroom. 
You stand there, sighing to yourself and at your fast beating heart. 
He's not going to make this easy, is he?
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Happiness oozes out of you and as much as you were unsure about this vacation, you're glad the guys managed to talk you out of backing off. In the end, it was your decision to go without Jimin and Taehyung who are very much missed. Though, you're completely obvious to the fact it's going to be challenging. 
The heat and raging hormones are not making it any easier for you. 
You can control yourself. You can do that as long as there's no impulse from the other side.
This vacation might've not started like you planned, but it started wonderfully without your friends here. It's also a great chance of getting your friendship back where it was. While you're sure the history between you will always be there and it will never go away, you can try to go back and not get pushed to do something silly due to any sort of temptation. 
Because that's what Jeon Jungkook is.
Having him right here, next to you while you explore the Island is a great challenge itself. At first, you don't pay any attention to the mentioned temptation. You're fine. You talk, you joke and have a great time exploring the Island. You go out and eat in one of the restaurants, you have the best ice cream that is like the greatest present for your heated bodies. Taehyung and Jimin facetime with you during it, which ultimately makes you miss them more – especially when you show them around and see their pouty faces.
After that, you visit a few local shops – promising each other that you will come back and shop some souvenirs not just for you two but for your friends as well. The heat is too much to spend the rest of the day in a direct sun with no refreshments. And you didn't come here to just stay inside, so you both decide to go to the beach.
You do want to get the best of it since you're about to get your period in the halfway of this vacation. The timing sucks but you won't let it ruin anything.
Quickly going back to the house to change and pack things, you use the close proximity to the sea and settle on the beach there. You decide to walk a little further, closer to people and other tourists where different bars occur. There will be time to enjoy that privacy later. 
Although, being left with him alone is all the things you're scared of. 
Just focus on you, and your friendship.
“Is here okay?” Jungkook asks, stopping a few meters from the sea.
Looking around, it's a good spot. You're not completely surrounded by the tourists, more to the side where you can enjoy the shade and sun at the same time. There are faint sounds of music coming from the nearby bars, squeals of people's excitement and chatters around you. Beach waves are like a lullaby to your ears, confirming the reality of your presence here. 
There are kids as well, not too many but you spot a few in the distance as they beg their parents to go to the water already. 
“It's perfect.” Is all it takes for Jungkook to drop the beach blankets down. You help him to get it in the right place, making sure the wind doesn't mess it up. 
Air here is far better and you can't wait to get into the water to freshen up. 
“I'm gonna get us some drinks.” Jungkook announces once you settle in, pulling out a straw hat he bought while you were visiting different shops. It's the only thing he had to buy.
At first you weren't sure why, it's not exactly his style and you're sure he packed one of his caps. But then, he just puts it on you and shields the top of your head. You lean your head back to give him a look.
“You don't wanna get a heat stroke.” he shrugs, hands on his hips as he stares down at you.
See, it's very hard to keep it casual and think of Jungkook being an annoying friend. While you fully appreciate his caring, it's hard to focus in general. He has a stupid excuse of a button-up, so thin all his tattoos can be seen through the seen through material. It's not even the tattoos itself. 
He has it completely unbuttoned, showing off his pecs and abs as the thin material barely covers any of his skin. Jungkook has always been handsome, but you also never had to see your friend like… this. 
Iceland would've been a better option than Hawaii. 
So far though, you've been strong – even though it doesn't seem like it. While you're completely obvious to Jungkook's body and additional sight of his skin, you just don't allow your eyes to drop there. You keep them solely on Jungkook's face, hoping he doesn't see the inner turmoil you're going through.
“What are you? My dad?” you ask instead, poking the front of the straw hat with a lifted brow. 
Jungkook grins, “Don't want you to get sick on our first day.”
“You forgot to put sunscreen on me. And bring a swim wheel.” you comment grumpily. 
Something feels odd. It's not like you're truly annoyed by his caring. But looking at the familiarity of this conversation and overall situation, something sits on the tip of your tongue. It's not a word or anything that could be said. It's almost like a taste you can't quite describe. 
And when you see Jungkook who just laughs with his head leaned back, shrugging effortlessly at your comment, you realize that perhaps it's the fact that things really are like they were. At least right now. Jungkook treats you like he has before. He's caring, having that one particular look in his eyes you haven't seen in a while. 
Or perhaps you're just dramatic and you're seeing things. 
Being confused and frustrated at yourself more than ever, luckily Jungkook cuts you off from your never-ending thoughts before you can drive yourself crazy. 
“Ah, maybe I should've. We both know you're not too confident in water.”
You gasp, reaching for your sandal which you throw in his direction. He laughs, dodging it perfectly as despite your attack, he still reaches for it and puts it back to the spot, so it won't get lost. It's a detail but leaves you gulping.
“I'm pretty confident in kicking your ass.”
“Alright,” he laughs, not believing a word you're saying which makes you roll your eyes at him. “Whatever you say.”
He confidently backs away with a smirk, laughing when you flip him off and huff out in frustration once he turns around and walks to one of the bars. He slowly walks further and further away, yet you keep your eyes on him. 
You lay back, staring at the palm tree above you. The sunlight peeks through the leaves, creating patterns on your heated face and cheeks. 
When he comes back, you gulp down the fresh lemon and mint drink without properly tasting it. 
“...okay.” Jungkook says, watching you being halfway down the drink – it's alcohol free which doesn't make you look completely insane. “Wanna go for a swim?”
Putting down the drink, you open your mouth just as Jungkook decides to ditch the stupid excuse of a cover-up. He shrugs it off and tosses it onto the sand, brushing his fingers through his black hair. It has gotten long to the point where it sometimes gets into his eyes.
Standing up, you undo the small knot on your white cover-up that looks like a short dress. It slips down your arms and meets the blanket underneath your feet.
“Ready?” you ask, dropping down the silly straw hat Jungkook has gotten you. 
“Is this new?” Jungkook questions instead, pointing at your white bikini. It's a cute set. What makes it cute looking and pretty is the ruffled style, yet it's complimenting your body in the nicest way. 
“Yeah, I bought it for this trip specially.” 
“You did?” 
“Yeah, you don't like it?” you ask, looking down at yourself and adjusting your bra that's pushing up your breasts. Not in the overly too much type, enough to show them off though. 
In your defense, it didn't look like this on the model when you were ordering it. Luckily, you would say it fits perfectly. Jungkook's silence causes you to look up, almost finding the thought of him not liking it or thinking of it negatively scary. You mentally gag at yourself. Since when do you care what others think?
To be fair, sometimes you do – if those people are close to you and it also happens what it is about. But your choice of fashion matters only to you. You won't let anyone change the way you perceive yourself and your individual style. 
As much as you're independent in this entire matter, you would lie if you didn't say you don't like compliments. Also, there is something about Jungkook's compliments. You almost gag for the second time when just the idea of it makes your stomach tickle.
“Are you staring at my tits, Jeon?”
Caught red-handed, Jungkook's slightly scrunched eyes from the sun widened in a split second. “You don't usually refer to them as tits.” he comments instead.
You chuckle at the ridiculous response, “I usually don't have to refer to them at all. But you were staring.”
“Can you blame the man?” he shrugs, stealing a quick glance again as you give him the look he knows very well. The one where your eyebrow has been lifted for what seems like the hundredth time in the span of thirty minutes.
“Jeon, for this to work, you gotta behave yourself.”
Jungkook frowns at the nickname, “I prefer Kook better.”
“Jeon.” you correct just to annoy him. Deep down you cackle at the way his brows scrunch together in the softest way possible. 
“What do you want me to do? They're just right there! We were talking about your bikini, it's not my fault.”
“You don't have to stare at my breasts though.”
“Did it make you feel weird?”
“Well–”
“See? You don't not like it!” he exclaims, pointing at you accusingly.
“I barely said anything!”
“You don't have to, I know that look.”
“This is ridiculous,” you mutter. “Besides, you didn't answer. You don't like it?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?” he deadpans.
“Um–yeah?” you deadpan back. 
He sighs, “I'm not gonna talk about your bikini because you're gonna accuse me of staring.”
“I don't have to accuse you, you were staring!” you laugh.
You're not going to lie. It does compliment you.
Even though you're here to focus on the two of you, in a different way than you were a few weeks ago, you should hate how Jungkook's attention makes your ego grow. 
“You told me to behave, so I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.”
“Why?” you question, not doing a great way to show your excitement. 
“Oh, now you want me to talk?” he laughs, “Nah, you wouldn't be able to handle it.”
“Cocky as always.”
He shrugs, “I never hid it.”
You nibble on your bottom lip, “But no, be serious right now.”
“Oh, I have been serious this whole time.”
“Jungkook!” you whine, “Is it not too much?”
“If I told you yes, would you change?”
You stay silent for a moment before simply saying; “No.”
“Then no, it's perfect.”
“Jungkook!” 
He stays silent for a moment, throwing his head back as his eyes squint shut from the trails of sun hitting his face. “God, woman.”
“What?” you mumble innocently.
Since when do you care what anyone thinks? Jungkook questions mentally, trying to keep his thoughts straight before he gets the courage to look you in the eyes.
“You look beautiful.”
You stare, battling with hundreds of things happening inside you. The heat in your cheeks gets almost unbearable and you do what you seem to be best at. Running away and playing it cool. “Yah, don't say it like that!”
“Like what?” Jungkook asks, brows pinched in confusion.
“So seriously.”
“I am serious,” Jungkook informs you, making it worse for your cheeks and the turmoil that's happening in the pit of your stomach. Why did you have to open your mouth? “Now let's go into that fucking water.”
“Woah.”
“Yeah, woah.”
“What's bothering you?” you ask, trailing behind him trying to catch up to him when he suddenly turns around and nears the sea. 
“Nothing,” he says casually, dipping his ankles into the chilly water. You open your mouth but before you can say something that could potentially lead to a conversation you would eventually back out of, Jungkook splashes your heated body.
You gasp, finding him smirking. Before you can get him back for it, he runs to the water and dips his entire body in. He emerges out of it in seconds, the water reaching just somewhere around his hips. You watch droplets of water run down his entire body, hair completely soaked from it as he wipes his face. 
“Are you staring at my abs, Y/L/N?” Jungkook shouts, your eyes widening as embarrassment makes it onto your face. Can he be any louder?
You look around for a second, trying to see if someone is witnessing this embarrassing moment. There's no one that seems to care, besides a group of girls meters away from you as they seem to find a certain interest in Jungkook. You purse your lips, looking at Jungkook. 
“Y'know, if I should behave, so should you.”
“I don't feel like behaving,” you call out to him, watching him as he creates waves with his hands as he effortlessly runs his hands through the water. “They are just there, you know?”
You get him back for it, still watching him and witnessing his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Oh, are they?”
“Mhm.”
“Get in here.”
“No.” you giggle, laughing when Jungkook grins and shakes his head at you. 
“I'm gonna get you.”
“Come here then.”
And fuck, he does. You laugh through it all, trying to back away as you promise him you will go deeper, though not fully out of respect to the sea you have. He doesn't listen. As soon as his arms wrap around your body, molding into his almost too naturally and perfectly. But you're caught up in the moment and in your giggles, hearing Jungkook's laugh as you squeal when the coldish water wets you. 
You cling to Jungkook's side, “There are no sharks, right?”
Jungkook snickers, “Of course there are. Somewhere in the sea at least.”
You nudge him, but Jungkook holds you close since he can reach better than you. He's also a way better swimmer than you. “Don't say that.”
“Look at those kids,” he says and points to the side. There are kids on their floaties, of course with their parents around. “They're not scared of sharks.”
“They could be dessert for all I care, I'm not gonna be one.” you joke, hearing Jungkook laugh as he doesn't allow you to inch closer to the shore. 
“You could be mine, but you wanted a break.” 
You gasp, tickling his side as he barely falters and just gives you the teasing grin. “Don't say stuff like that. I told you.”
“Alright, I won't.” he promises, imitating his lips being locked as he throws the imaginary key far to the sea. “I was joking.”
“Were you?” you ask, pretending to be teasing and amused but the truth is, there's a part of you trying to know the truth. 
“I guess you'll never know. I told you I'm shut.” he says with a grin like the annoying brat he can be. 
And for the sake of yourself, you decide to leave it be. You splash his face instead, playing it off like you seem to do often. For your own sake. 
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Jungkook has always been the adventurous type. You've heard all kinds of stories from Taehyung and Jimin, some of them back from Busan or from the times you haven't been present in their lives back then. Jungkook would be up for anything that could get him the thrill and although, there weren't that many opportunities considering everyone's busy lives – you could see it from his mere decision of being up to all sorts of fun that involves adrenaline. 
So you shouldn't be surprised he practically stuttered and almost jumped from excitement once he spotted a place where jet skis can be rented. You've read his mind even before he opened his mouth and dragged you there.
After swimming and messing around in the sea for a while, you went for a walk and explored the beach, and tasted a few good snacks. You should've known it's not ending with that. 
And that's where you ended up. Sitting behind Jungkook, both of you wearing safety vests and you clutching to his back, arms around his waist. You live in the moment, focusing on each activity the two of you do.
The sun is now setting down, air is still warm but with the sun slowly disappearing, it's not boiling hot. You're exhausted and your body screams for a good cold shower and bed. On your way back to the beach house, you walk in silence and enjoy the sound of waves around you. 
You're the first one to occupy the bathroom, taking the chance to not be in the presence of Jungkook's naked abs and chest. As long as you keep your mind and body busy, there's a low chance of you overthinking and letting your mind wander somewhere where it simply should not. 
Not wanting to dwell any further of how this might have been a mistake, you take it as a test to prove your friendship. Jungkook is a temptation that has grown over the few months you get to experience something you haven't before. 
As the water dribbles down your naked body, wetting every inch of your skin, you think it's too soon to want everything to be different or back like it was. Because it never will be. And for that, you're scared of what's about to come. There are things you can control and then there are things that simply will evolve into something. The feeling of the unknown and fear of ruining your friendship with Jungkook genuinely scares you.
But again. You think of it more positively, you have to or else you're going to lose your mind. Jungkook's attractiveness and the fact you're attracted to him won't go anywhere. At least not in the near future and it's something you need to come to terms with. Like you said, it's too soon to think of it any differently. 
While you're here to focus on your friendship, perhaps you should focus on yourself more as well. 
As you wash yourself in a nice scent of orange and vanilla, you apply a body lotion you've brought to make your skin soft. While you do that and start doing unnecessary steps as your night routine, one you definitely don't do when you've spent the day not wearing make-up specifically, you tell yourself you just pamper yourself instead of trying to look good for someone else. 
Your skin is glowing and hair almost dried by the time you join Jungkook in the living room, wearing one of your night gowns. 
He's on his phone, barely glancing at you before he takes a double-take and eyes you up and down. 
“What?”
You're the first one that breaks the short-lived silence. Any nightgown is a small portion of what could be considered as your sleepwear. Jungkook out of everyone knows that, because he's seen you in everything you usually sleep in. Back in the day, you would never get the courage to let him see you sleep in anything other than oversized shirts and shorts. Even thinking of wearing tank tops made you feel weird, especially if he god forbid could see your nipples peeking through. 
This white nightgown is beautiful, but by no means designed to make men salivate or suggest anything other than having something nice to wear. Besides, the material is thin and light which is perfect for this warm weather. Plus, you and Jungkook have agreed or not having the AC turned on unless it's completely necessary. Not only is it not healthy but you're also very sensitive to coldness. Getting sick on this vacation is just not on your list, therefore you're trying to eliminate that chance as much as possible.
He narrows his eyes at you, trying to figure you out and you realize it right away before he can even open his mouth and offer you any sort of response.
“Oh, don't get this wrong. I packed my best stuff on this vacation and I didn't know we were sharing a bedroom.”
“I haven't said anything.” he says, watching you as if you were a predator as you get closer.
“You didn't have to, it's all over your face.”
As much as you enjoy his eyes on you, which always compliments you – it's one of those moments when you hide behind confidence and ignore the warmth that spreads inside the pit of your stomach. There's no point in thinking how many words from him or simple eye-contact would it take for him to take matters into his own hands. Or more like you. 
But you can't think about that. You can't wonder about it.
“I would suggest wearing something different but I won't.”
He smiles and it's so brief you barely catch it. “And why is that?”
“Because it's not my problem, of course.” you tease. “I'm wearing this for myself.”
“I never initiated anything different,” he tells you, tilting his head to the side while he studies your face. He doesn't even lock his phone as he tosses it beside him. “You should sleep in whatever you're comfortable in.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
You both stare at each other, trying not to crack a good laugh. It's a weird moment. Something between joking, amusement and tension that boils. If this happened a few weeks ago, he would probably have you underneath him as you're speaking. And the image is so explicit that it leaves a warm coat all over your body and you have to take a step back.
“But seriously now, you don't feel weird because of this?”
“If I said I am, would you change?”
“Of course not.”
He cracks a grin, “Then why asking?”
“I'm curious. I don't want to make you feel weird and this wasn't my intention. Besides, this doesn't expose anything major–and you've seen everything–”
“I have and for someone who doesn't care and wears this for herself, you're awfully explanatory.” 
Your eyes narrow into thin slits as you glare at him, sending him a warning look that's easily met with a boyish grin from him. 
“Now that you're finally out and finished making yourself look good for yourself, I'm gonna take a shower.”
Jungkook's laugh booms through the room and bounces off the walls when he manages to escape from your leg aiming at his buttcheek. To be fair, you were there for longer than you initially planned.
“Are you making fun of me, Jeon?” you call out to him, trying to sound pissed as a comfort glazes your soul. 
“When have I ever?” He calls out back, already in the bathroom and hidden from any threats your legs might make. 
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It's been ages since you've had such a good sleep.
Exhaustion and the amount of activities you've done yesterday ultimately had a good share of it. The air here is different. The faint sounds of waves have been an additional part of your sleep. No cars passing by or city lights peeking through your blinds, or even occasional footsteps of your neighbors above your head.
You understand why people travel so far to relax. Sunlight peeks through the wide open window you've left and lets the chilly air get through the night. It felt so lovely that you fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes.
Traces of sun touch your skin and make it warm, warmer than you've appreciated though and that alone tells you you're about to have another hot day ahead of you. Jungkook has briefly informed you of today's plans, always keeping in mind what you want to do but since you're more of a tagging alone vacation type, you just agree with whatever. 
You're here to relax and if you see something you would like to see or try, you'll feel open to do so. It's something you've assured him right before your body slumped into the comfiest bed you've ever laid in. Not even Jungkook's massive bed can compete with it. 
Or maybe it was the exhaustion all along.
Speaking of Jungkook, you tilt your head sideways to check on him. Not before you rub your eyes off the sleepiness. A sight of Jungkook's exposed back stares at you right back. Similar to the position you've just woken up from, he's sleeping on his stomach while arms underneath the white pillow as he hugs it to his face. You can't see his face and for a moment, you think it's better that way.
Whoever would see you right now, they would get a totally bad perception of the two of you. You look nothing like best friends who occasionally share bed.
Overthinking is not a huge part of your life. At least you think so. But ever since months have passed by and you've decided to take a break from the temptation laying right beside you, you feel like you've done nothing but that. Overthinking every second. 
You believe everything happens for a reason. And while you told yourself you're not going to overthink it and focus on your friendship instead, you do wonder if there's a true reason for why you and him ended up spending this vacation alone. 
Sure, Taehyung got injured and couldn't travel while Jimin couldn't go because of last changes at his work. It shouldn't mean more but just a mere coincidence that consists of bad luck and life. 
Like you've told yourself many times before, you will take this opportunity to focus on your decision of why you decided to take a break. Besides, you can't think about it too much and you do have to put lust aside, focusing on something that is far more sacred and important to you. 
You've no idea how long you lay there with your eyes open, watching the beautiful view out of your bed. You haven't checked your phone, something you would've done by now if you were at home. But not at the moment. You want to fully enjoy this and stay in the present – because right now it feels like you don't need anything else. 
You haven't realized how much you needed to get away. Perhaps the reason for this vacation is not to tell you something secretive, but it's for you to recharge and come back stronger than ever.
And maybe there's no reason for it. Maybe you should just freaking enjoy it and not overthink every second. 
You almost groan out loud, ready to spring out of the bed to stop yourself from thinking and being alone with your mind. The soft groan coming from the person next to you stops you and for some dumb reason, you catch yourself closing your eyes as if to pretend you were sleeping. 
Jungkook tosses around and stretches his limbs, groaning raspily under his breath as he turns to his back. He's back to sleeping, so do you think before you slowly open your eyes and catch the perfect sight of him doing the same a second after. He blinks, frowning slightly as if he realizes where he is.
Witnessing that is cute. Wait. What.
You widen your eyes and quickly shake that thought away. Calling him cute, even if it's in your mind seems illegal. Even though you've done that many times before. Years ago to be exact. 
“Mornin',” he rasps out, hand reaching to his face as long fingers rub the sleep and tiredness off those puffy eyes. 
Muttering the same greeting, you watch him close them for a moment as a soft groan makes it past his lips. “How long have you been awake?” he asks sleepily.
Long enough to watch you sleeping, you admit in your mind but it sounds ridiculous even there. You shouldn't have these thoughts anyway, no matter how honest you are.
“Just a few minutes,” you reply instead, rolling onto your back as you stare at the ceiling. 
A momentary silence has never been an issue with Jungkook. In fact, you don't find it uncomfortable but for some reason, having him so close feels weirdly familiar and odd. It's different now but it is not at the same time. You're both in a completely different state. While you realize it's in your head and sleepy Jungkook has no idea, you decide to cut off the silence and fill it with a conversation.
“It's already ten.” Your eyes drift to the digital clock that sits on the nightstand on your side. 
“Fuuck,” Jungkook sighs, rubbing his face again. “Already?”
You nod, glancing at him to find his arm tucked under his head, his face turned to you as he offers you a sleepy smile. Gulping down, you sit up and pat down your hair to make it less messy. 
“What are we doing first today?” 
Not offering him any more attention with your eyes, your feet slip into your slides easily as he remains silent for a moment. Your back burns, the traces of his eyes are without a doubt the reason for it.
“We should eat something first, then I wanna rent a car so it's easier to travel on the island. And then bungee jumping.” 
“Fuck, you still wanna do that?” you whine a little, glancing over your shoulder to find him grinning at your evident disappointment.
“You only live once.”
“That's a stupid reason to do stuff like that,” you point out.
You're all up for Jungkook having fun and trying new things he hasn't. However, sometimes your type of fun and interest differs from Jungkook's and once again, you're reminded of his adventurous self. There's no way in hell you'll go through that. He knows that.
“But if something happens to you, I want your car.”
Jungkook snorts out loud, your own lips curling into an amused grin as your feet pat into the bathroom. 
“Or no, your apartment will do.” you raise your voice as you call out to him, making sure he hears you. 
He does, along with the amusement and teasing in your soft voice. 
“How generous you are,” he calls back. “You wouldn't survive without me.”
You chuckle under your breath, washing your face in cold water. You're done within a minute, patting down the remains of it.
“Oh, here we go. Cocky much in the morning?” 
“You should know that by now.” 
You jump at how fast and close the answer comes. Jungkook stands between the door frame, leaning against the left side of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, you try to not stare too much at the display of his skin and muscles.
Reaching for your toothbrush instead, you focus on your task instead and stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks feel warm all of a sudden and you're sure it has nothing to do with Hawaii's warm weather. 
Jungkook watches you in silence. You're not sure if he still has a cocky grin attached to his lips or if he's simply just watching, but you know he is. You can feel it. And then you hear him stepping closer until he reaches for his own toothbrush. The familiar scent of him wraps around you once again as you give him a look with an arched brow. 
Is this his way of keeping his distance? 
Well, to be fair he never said he will keep his distance. Your idea of how this is going to work is simply to focus on your relationship, rather than the physical side of it and what was left of it. 
Although, you have no idea how him standing shirtless next to you is going to help that. You welcome the challenge though. 
You two ignore a lot of facts that surround you. So you continue to brush your teeth next to each other like it's the most normal thing ever. And maybe it is.
But back then none of you were shirtless or exposed enough that there is only so little left to each other's imagination. Is imagination even a thing here? 
You've seen every inch of each other's bodies. You don't have to imagine anything because you've seen it all. You've felt it all.
“Do you mind?”
You straighten up once you spit the remains of mouthwash. Jungkook turns on the shower, checking the temperature as he's visibly ready to take his morning shower. 
“Unless you wanna join me.”
It's the cunning smirk that slowly sneaks onto his face that makes you scrunch up the small face towel that's been used and throw it in his direction. It bounces off his puffed out chest and you hate how he laughs, ignoring your attempt to silently tell him to fuck off.
“Boundaries, Jeon.” You remind him.
“You never minded them before.” He continues to tease you and you snarl at him, throwing him a glare. 
“Now I do.”
“Alright, alright. Sorry.” He bows and you groan, flipping him off before you close the bathroom door with a loud thud.
His humorous laugh behind the door accompanies you long enough until you're far away to breathe it out. You'll have to do that a lot when it comes to Jungkook.
Your soft smile is caught in the reflection of a sparkling clean microwave and you quickly look away, ignoring the previously stated facts. 
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“Kook, are you really sure?” 
After you had breakfast, walked around a bit and rented a car like Jungkook said, you stand in a queue that's slowly but surely shortening. 
He would've actually laughed if he didn't glance at you and see your widened eyes, as you stare at staff putting a harness on people and preparing them for the jump. Whenever someone jumps with a loud scream, some people as a pair, he sees your breath hitching and stopping for a moment.
Of course he is sure. He's mentioned this a couple of times throughout the years but he never really had the opportunity to do this. So you're aware of not only his interest but excitement as well. 
Unfortunately for him, this is a hard no for you and even though you would do anything for Jungkook – go special lengths such as pretending to be his girlfriend – this is where you draw the line. It's comical. 
“You sure you don't wanna jump with me?” He asks instead, laughing when he sees your dumbfounded look. Is he serious?
He had to sign a freaking liability waiver that he's doing this at his own risk. While you're aware this is a standard contract for all these kinds of sports, you've almost thrown up when the woman handed it to him and he signed it. 
“Worth a shot.” he mumbles.
It's laughable as you stand beside him, shifting uncomfortably from side to side as if you were the one doing this. Meanwhile Jungkook is close to jumping from excitement as he watches other participants before him in a complete awe and excitement. 
“Have you not watched a horror movie when the most ridiculous stuff happens once people do this kind of stuff?”
He gives you a side glance, “Are you talking about Final Destination?” he stops for a second, “I don't remember there was a bungee jumping scene.”
“It's not about bungee jumping itself.” you point out, growing frustrated that he's practically just making fun of it.
“You should stop watching horror movies.”
Your response comes right away. “I would have, if you guys didn't force me every time.”
He snickers, “Y'know, for someone who's always very considerate and empathic, you sure know when to talk about the right stuff.”
“Talking about all the risks this includes is right,” you inform him. “I'm worried.”
“No one wants to hear there's a risk of a plane falling when you're about to board the plane.”
Oh shit, he's right. You know he is, yet you couldn't help yourself and hoped that he's going to change his mind at the last minute. Obviously, for your own selfish reasons.
“Flying a plane is different though.” You still stubbornly mumble, hearing another scream from one of the participants which makes you flinch. 
“The point is not,” he points out but as you open your mouth to argue, he grabs you by your shoulders and has you standing in front of him. “Stop worrying, I would do this with or without you.”
“Damn, how sweet of you.” you mutter, causing him to laugh. “Couldn't we ride horses or something instead?”
“We could still do that. After I jump.”
“Oh god, don't say it like that!” you whine. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he hugs you to his side. 
“Taehyung would jump with me.”
“Taehyung would probably be drunk out of his ass if he happened to jump.”
You look at each other, laughing before the woman's staff calls out for Jungkook. She asks if you're jumping together and you wildly shake your head at her, stepping aside as you let her put a harness on Jungkook. 
He's grinning, watching her excitedly as she says all kinds of information about safety to him. You don't listen to that. For a moment you just focus on the happiness and excitement on him that has been evident ever since you stepped out of the car.
Their conversation is a little lost on you, therefore your brows are furrowed in utter confusion when Jungkook sits down and gets his legs secured. 
“Wait–what are you doing?” you ask. 
All people before him either sat when they were jumping or they looked as if they were lying, in a flying position. Jungkook puts a helmet on, shooting you a thumbs up as he ignores your ready to flip out. 
He's being hoisted up, upside down as he grins like a kid at you. 
“What the hell, are you crazy, Jungkook?” you yell, hands gripping the railing for dear life.
You thought this center did just those positions and Jungkook flying upside down just never crossed your mind, even though you know people jump like that too. 
“See you soon.”
“Jungkook!”
But before he can focus on your angry expression, he flies you a kiss and is let go. You yelp, wincing as you his body flies into the distance in a rapid motion. You can't help but watch, your eyes lingering on what seems like a dot down there the entire time. 
“My boyfriend jumped as well, a couple of times actually.” Someone says beside you and you don't look, you can't as your eyes stay on Jungkook. But from the voice, her accent tells you she's local. “If it makes you feel better, no accidents happened here. A few people threw up but that's it.”
You offer her a nervous chuckle, not really thinking Jungkook will be throwing up. In the worst case scenario, he would want to jump again. 
“See?” She stands closer, taking a closer look as they start pulling him up and you sigh in relief. “Your boyfriend is safe. Is he the throwing up type?”
You finally glance at her, seeing her tan face and curly hair surrounding it. 
“He's not my boyfriend,” you tell her, “He's my best friend. Psycho best friend it seems.”
She laughs but her eyes linger on you, looking as if she doesn't believe you. You subtly roll your eyes. You know exactly what she's thinking. You've seen that reaction many times before and by now, it no longer phases you. 
Everything else becomes a white noise and the girl beside you is long forgotten as the cord springs back to its original space and with that, they pull Jungkook slowly up. They help him balance. Letting go of the railing, you wait for him to move aside so he's not that close to the edge as it's another person's turn. 
But none of that matters and when Jungkook finds you at your original spot, he smirks. “Missed me?”
“You idiot!” you curse, punching his chest before you hug him. He laughs, chest vibrating as he hugs you back.
“I would jump again but I wouldn't wanna give you a heart attack.”
You smack him again, giving the girl that still stands there a knowing look. Jungkook's eyes move toward her for a moment, wondering who she is but his attention is back at you as you breathe out loudly. 
“You're crazy, you know that?”
He shrugs, effortlessly running his fingers through his hair. “I'm crazy about a lot of things.”
Rolling your eyes, you nudge your head toward the exit before he changes his mind and you'll be charged for a murder. “Let's go.”
He listens, but not before he tickles your side for a good measure, earning another smack. 
He's a crazy idiot for making you worry like that.
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“Awww, you were so worried about your Kookie?”
Baring your teeth at Taehyung's huge grin that displays on Jungkook's phone screen, he's a lucky person that you're currently sitting at one of the restaurants near the beach. There are too many people for you to tell him to fuck off. 
You knew the moment Jungkook decided to accept the video call, they would have a field day. Honestly, they make the situation way more dramatic than it was. Luckily for them, you know your friends and their annoying teasing that is purely raged by your annoyed reactions. It's what makes their eyes lit up until you put a stop to their charades. 
That's what you get for being the only woman in your inner and close circle. 
You glare at Jungkook, non-verbally asking him do you see what you did?
As always, Taehyung asked about your day and since he can't be a part of it, he likes to hear details. He doesn't mind it, as he assured you many times. You still feel bad that he can't be here with you. Jimin too.
And luckily for Jungkook, he briefly mentioned you almost shit your pants when you saw him actually doing it. He wasn't really making fun of you, until Taehyung took the matters into his hands and turned it into a teasing battle that you're a victim of. 
You lean toward the table where Jungkook holds his phone, facing you as he watches your interaction with Taehyung with amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Fuck both of you,” you whisper, making sure Taehyung hears it. 
He does.
It makes his grin even bigger. 
“You should've seen him. He jumped upside down.”
“Isn't that what people do when they bungee jump?” Taehyung asks, met with another huff coming out of you.
“Yes, but dozens of people before him didn't jump upside down.” you inform him with a sass, seeing him put his hands up in surrender.
“Honestly, you're like an old married couple. You scold him and he fucking enjoys it.”
Rolling your eyes, you adjust the napkin that's sitting on your lap. It's getting dark now. Until the adventurous day, you wanted to have a calm dinner by the beach. Tomorrow's plan is to enjoy at least a half of the day there, relaxing. No adrenaline sports.
“Are you even scared of anything?” you ask Jungkook, lifting up both your brows.
“I'm scared of many things.”
“Yeah and you're one of them.” Taehyung butts in. Jungkook rolls his eyes and so do you.
“You guys make it seem as if I torture you on daily basis.”
“Well, you can be scary sometimes.”
“You know what, Tae?” you press your lips together in a fake smile.
“Wha–”
You don't give him a chance to respond, ending the call. Jungkook snickers, pulling his phone to him as he checks the screen. You sit back with a satisfied smile.
“You know Tae… He would tease shit out of everyone and everything.”
“Oh, you're not so innocent either.” you point out with a chuckle.
He frowns, momentarily pausing as he reads out a message. “He just texted me–fucking rude.”
“Send him a kissing emoji, he's gonna know it's me.”
Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle, typing something there. He locks his phone, putting it away as it has become a strict and unsaid rule to not have phones when you're out. To be honest, it happened naturally and you're guessing, both of you want to enjoy this time without the internet. Unless it's to make calls of course.
“Besides, you were shaking when I danced on the table. You were practically shitting your pants back then–do you see me teasing you for it?”
He frowns, “When?”
“The NYE party? Jin's cabin?”
Quiet follows for a moment as the mention of one of the very significant nights comes to the surface. Not even the waves in the background can wash out the slight odd vibe in the air. So much happened there.
“You remember that?”
“Faintly, but Taehyung filled me in.” you shrug.
“That was different,” he simply says.
“Different how? I was having fun and you begged me to come down.”
“Yes, because you were wasted out of your ass. I had all safety measures taken care of, while you were dancing, wasted wearing heels.”
You purse your lips.
“So don't compare those two.”
He doesn't sound angry, he's strictly informative and you wonder what he's so defensive about. Perhaps the memories from that night aren't exactly pleasant. You might've looked like you were having the time of your life, but you were going through hell back then. 
“Damn, alright. Point taken.” you mutter, seeing him roll his eyes but his lips crack a grin.
“Just don't dance on the table this time.”
“Why would I do that?” you laugh.
“To get back at me.”
It's silly. You wouldn't do that and he knows that. There it is. It's the innocent teasing you've missed. Innocent. That's what you need. 
You still reach toward the wine glass as you gulp it down. A tight smile is the last thing you offer Jungkook before you dig into your meal.
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It's the next and second day of you officially being here. 
Over the short period of your stay, it's crazy to realize how used to you've become to the new world around you. You and Jungkook have fallen into the routine of waking up without any alarm, not bothering yourselves to set one so you could do as many things as you can during your stay. 
Both of you relax and let things happen naturally, with a bit of planning because you still want to have fun and experience fun things. It's not hectic at all. 
Jungkook drags you to learn how to surfboard and while he's a natural talent (another of course), you're having just as much fun even though you're nowhere near Jungkook's level. You taste the most delicious food until you can't eat anymore, worrying you're going to have a stomach ache if you won't stop at the right time.
Now you're laying on the beach blanket with eyes closed, listening to the waves that are always there. 
Jungkook has gone to grab you some alcohol free drinks, cold drinks, after you both agreed on having them. It's been a while since he left, so you crack your eyes open and squint at the bright sun even though you've been lying in the shade. 
You look around. A part of people playing beach volleyball, tanning or swimming in the water, you don't spot him right away. Until you would recognize his figure everywhere and from miles away. He's bringing his drink with him, staring at the sand under his bare feet and you can't help but watch him the entire time. 
His hair is still a bit wet from swimming that he decided on earlier. Jungkook knows how to relax and you've seen him relaxing more than ever here. However, he still needs to get active somehow so every few minutes, he decides to do something. It's quite laughable and adorable, considering he would be lifting weights if he was back at home. 
He's passing by the volleyball court that someone provisionally made and entertained a bunch of tourists that were looking for a bit of sport and fun. You're supposed to go jet skiing with Jungkook tomorrow, so you will save that later and just bask in the sun for now. 
Your thoughts fade away just as they naturally came when you spot a group of girls, calling out to Jungkook which stops in his tracks and looks at them with curious eyes. His mouth stretches into a smile as he nods, looking around with drinks in his hand until one of the girls points toward the little table next to their deck chairs. He sets it there carefully before he pats his hands over his swim trunks. Another girl eagerly hands him something which you soon realize is a phone.
They pose for him as Jungkook snatches a few pictures of them. Sitting in the distance for a good minute, he keeps taking pictures of them as they pose in typical poses with the beach and sea behind them. 
It's pointless to mention they're all wearing bikinis. You're not one to judge and you would never criticize their bodies but shit, they all look good and definitely stand out with their different body types. They're hot and you don't have to be a man to conclude that. 
They chat for a while and you hate yourself for growing slightly annoyed at Jungkook's absence and clear interest in whatever conversation they have. Minutes seem like hours and you look away, watching your surroundings. God, you're pathetic. You act as if your eyes don't move in their direction every now and then. 
Until you're staring at the sea in front of you and notice Jungkook's nearing. He sets your drinks down. “Here you go, but be careful when drinking. It's cold.”
Cold? All the ice probably melted until you stopped chatting with the girls.
Pressing your lips together, you nod understandingly and take a sip so you bite your tongue and don't say something that could spiral into any sort of confrontation. What's the deal? You're not even mad at him. You're mad at him for being bothered. 
It's okay. They just wanted a group photo and Jungkook was passing by. No big deal. 
You sigh, giving him a smile as you look at the nice pink colors your strawberry drink's having.
“I met some girls on my way here. They're about to play volleyball. They ask me to join, you wanna join too?”
You freeze for a second, only your eyes sending him a glance. Of fucking course.
Can you blame them though? Jungkook's hot and has been catching women's gazes every time he comes out. They're shooting their shots and who are you to stand in their way? You've learned from your past mistakes when it came to Ester or another girl in Jungkook's life. Plus, you're on a vacation and they're strangers.
“Nah, you go. I'm gonna sit here and fangirl.”
He lifts his brow, “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He eyes you suspiciously. “I'll stay if you want me to.”
You give him a dumbfounded look. “I'm not your mother, Kook. Go have fun.” you chuckle.
“Alright.” he nods, standing up. “I'll be right there if you need anything.”
“I'm all good,” you assure him. “Go kick their asses.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “They're girls, Y/N.”
He heads back to them, unaware when you mutter under your breath; “So?”
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At first, you thought there's no reason for you to dig deeper in things that don't matter and would show overtime. You've stuck to your own little world, relaxing and checking your phone every now and then. You've also watched the volleyball game. 
Interesting to watch, you may say. 
Jungkook's in his element and you're not exactly talking about the female audience around him. Some guys joined them too and you soon realize they know the girls, or at least are familiar with them. Jungkook's team is winning. No doubt there and you find yourself smiling whenever he shoots, and the ball hits the sand on the opposite side of the other team. You silently cheer for him.
For a second you think of recording him and sending it to Jimin and Taehyung. But knowing Taehyung, he would thirst over the women playing the game rather than the real meaning of the video. Perhaps you're a bit selfish because you definitely don't need to hear about how hot those women are. Because that's what they are. 
They're women.
But you should've expected this to happen. It's what you maybe wanted to happen. It's a great opportunity to fully move on. There will be many occasions and situations like this. You shouldn't be mad.
So why the fuck your lips turn downwards like you've been kicked to the stomach?
Jungkook comes back after running with everyone to the water to freshen up. He yells something to them when walking out of the sea, grinning from ear to ear. You feel like an idiot. How can you be so bothered when he seems happy?
“Hey, they want to jet ski for a bit. You wanna join?”
Jet skiing is fun, you would go but you stop yourself from nodding because of your own partially selfish reasons. “No, you go.”
“I know we're supposed to go tomorrow and we will–”
“Kook, it's no big deal,” you laugh, “We can go tomorrow.”
“You sure you don't wanna go? They're all nice.”
You're sure they are.
“Maybe I will join you later or something.”
“They wanna play volleyball again, so you can join, then.”
“Yeah, sure.” you smile, giving him a thumbs up as he gulps more of the drink until it's finished. 
You wave at him as he joins them again, going to rent the jets. You sigh, groaning silently at yourself. A part of you wanted to join them just to stick with Jungkook. It's okay for him to have fun with someone else.
Your throat feels tight when you see the woman sticking to his side. Her caramel skin glistens under the sun rays and she looks straight out of any male fantasy. You've seen so many different models coming from your model agency, but this one takes the cake and you're not sure if she's a model. 
Her curves are thicker than the models you usually see. She's wearing a revealing bikini, her breasts almost spilling out of the bra but it's not because of that. It's because she's gorgeous. She's different from Kiko. She's different from you.
You would guess she might not be Jungkook's type. But then he looks down at her, smiling widely as he fastens her vest and something kicks inside you. 
“Hey–” 
Your head moves quickly toward the male with full on abs, nearing you carefully as he chuckles when you give him a glare.
“The guy–Jungkook?” he stops for a moment, “He told us you're his friend.”
Friend. That stings for a split second.
“I am, and?”
He chuckles, not put off by your raised brow and dangerous eyes. The man's skin is tanned and his dark wet hair is pushed back, showing you his sharp jawline. 
“And I wanted to check on you and ask if you really don't wanna join.”
Oh god, he must think you're some kind of introvert that avoids all social interactions. Little does he know you did it for your and Jungkook's sake. 
You glance back at them, Jungkook sitting on a jet ski as the girl sits behind him, hugging him from behind. Your throat goes dry and you swallow down the lump that suddenly appears there.
“Officially, you don't have to if you do–”
You roll your eyes at the familiar sentence and you grow slightly annoyed at that. You brush any sand that might appear on your moisturized skin. 
“Y'know what? I was starting to get bored.”
His smile grows and he looks you up and down. Not in the disgusting and perverted way, but in an almost challenging way as he smirks. 
“What about my things though?” you look down at your phone. 
“We can leave it in the bar there. They always look after our things when we do stuff like this.”
“Always?”
“We're here for the third time.”
“We.”
“Some of our friends. But we always meet someone new too, so they join us.” 
Just like Jungkook right now. 
“Oh, so you're the friendly type?”
He chuckles, “Not always. Just for specific people.”
And then there's the look in his eyes. Challenging and telling you more than his lips are. Oh god. He's flirting with you. 
You grab your and Jungkook's phones, not wanting them to get stolen. When you straighten and balance yourself, he holds out his hand for you to take. You slap his hand, brushing past him. “Let's go.”
You hear his amused chuckle behind you as he guides you toward the bar. After your stuff is taken care of and the staff is obviously familiar with him, you join the others. 
“Guys, someone's gonna join us after all.” He calls out and you realize you don't know his name.
Jungkook is in the middle of conversation, grinning as he looks up curiously. His smile falls when he spots you and you almost lift your brow at him. 
“Cool!”
“Great!”
“I'm Nat, what's your name?”
All kinds of questions and reactions are thrown at you. Welcoming and warm which you're glad for.
You introduce yourself, feeling a hand on the back of your back, not going any lower out of respect as the man who brought you here, guides you to one of the jets. 
“Mind sharing this one with me, Y/N?” he asks, handing you the vest. 
“No,” you say lightly and feigning innocence. “Do you?”
“Of course not.”
“You could at least tell me your name. Y'know, in case something happens to me.”
“What's fun in that?”
“So you're also the mysterious type?” Cocking your brow at him in challenge, he smirks. 
“Gabriel.”
He excuses himself for a minute, to grab his own vest as you put the one he handed you on. 
“I thought you didn't wanna go.” Jungkook suddenly says, standing right in front of you. He lightly nudges your hands as he helps you to fasten up your vest. 
You stare at him, “Changed my mind.”
“You could've told me. Wanna ride with me?”
“You already have someone to ride with.” you tell him, chuckling as you're trying your best to appear light and carefree.
“I see you do too. Doesn't mean we can change it up.”
You shrug, “He offered.”
He frowns, his eyes dropping all over your face as they stop on your lips for a quick moment. “So, you cool with that?”
“Yeah,” you say, swallowing. “It's okay to meet new people.”
His eyes snap to yours. He watches you, causing you to almost squirm in his never flattering eye contact. “What do you mean?”
Fuck, you should've stay silent. 
“Well, we talked about this earlier. We're not–it's probably for the best.”
You watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, a knowing look crossing over his features as he momentarily looks away before he chuckles. He rubs his nose as he backs away. 
“Okay.”
Him going back to the woman, watching her arms around his waist when they haven't even set off yet, is not the most disturbing feeling. As Gabriel joins you and you sit in the same position like Jungkook and the woman, you can't help but realize that none of this seems okay.
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a/n: Oh god. It's already out! It's been a while since I wrote an author's note & to be honest, there's so much that I wanna say. At first, I wasn't really sure what – minus of course to thank you for your understanding and patience which unfortunately doesn't involve everyone. I'm glad that this chapter is finally out! To think it was supposed to be out in summer (and it's already close to winter 🥴) and even earlier than that, is insane!! 
I don't wanna go into too much detail and make this a/n too long, most of you probably have been hanging around for a while to know everything that has happened since the last update. Life has been busy but I don't think about it negatively, even tho it obviously affects my writing schedule. I needed the hectic lifestyle. Sometimes I felt too exhausted, but I would rather take something positive from it than think of it negatively, especially since I wasn't in a good space before. 
I wanna apologize for taking so long. I know y'all have been waiting. For me, it didn't even feel that long which shows just how quickly everything has been happening in my life. There are so many things that affected it and I could literally make a list (lol) but I'm sure most of you know a good amount of it, since I've been as honest as I could've been. I know I couldn't control 99% of how busy I got. There were times when I wanted to write badly but I barely could even think of it. There were also times when I could've found inspiration and time, but then one look at my Wattpad profile or my inbox made me just lock my phone and do other things. 
I don't want to make this a/n to give off a negative vibe, because there is so much to be happy about, but I just wish some people could be more understanding. Some of them have been extremely toxic, not making it any easier for me. I'm slightly sad to admit that if it wasn't for my passion and love for this story, I probably would just pack it off because the hate and messages I got are insane. I know me saying this won't change anything – I've tried multiple times. But please for love of God, stop pressuring writers and gaslight them, or many other unnecessary and disgusting things.
But putting this aside, I wanna thank everyone who's shown me love and support – made all of this worth it. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, there is more to come and I've already started working on the next one. Please, don't ask when and how much. I don't know. I'll do my best. My goal is to post at least once a month, but this doesn't mean it will happen. I've learned not to plan much because I don't wanna disappoint anyone. So I'll just work on my stories privately and once I have something to share, I'll inform you 😊
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© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 (𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝) | 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
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Cat Got Your Tongue? - JJK (M)
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Hello everyone! I’m back with another Jungkook fic because I have Jk brain rot rn. Please enjoy the story and just as a reminder to everyone-I am no longer doing taglists. I apologize for the inconvenience to anyone, but please enjoy the fic! Feel free to send in asks or chat with me, I love to hear from you all <3
Special thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit​ and Ella @oddinary4bts​ for Betaing this fic for me! I appreciate you both very much!
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Reader
Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
Genre: College!AU, FWB to Lovers, Romance, Smut, lil bit of angst
Warnings: Miscommunication, emotionally constipated OC (who’s surprised? not me), fuckboy jk (that is a warning y’all), Reader is a member of BM’s Big Tiddy Gang, Hobi and Joonie being boyfriends (because I love them both), sick kitten (she gets better!), vet tech yoongles (phew that’s an entirely different wip), SMUT WARNINGS: Virgin Reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected and unprotected sex (do the former not the latter), creampie, vaginal sex, breif daddy Kink (i’m sorry Ella), dirty talk, titty sucking, hair pulling, Jk gets freak nasty.
Words: 18.1k
Summary: You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?
“Honestly, this is ridiculous.”
You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you tried in vain to study.
“I don’t see why you’re having so many issues lately,” Namjoon, your tutor and quasi friend, sighed before rubbing his face in mutual frustration.
“I don’t either!” you cried, resting your head in your hands. It was rare for you to be frustrated or worked up... Or show any emotion other than moderate irritation.
It was that time of year again where the big exams start hitting before you can run off and celebrate with your friends-well, more like celebrate with a big glass of wine and a job well done. And hopefully you won’t lose your scholarship and have to go back home to the absolute anarchy that is your home life.
The middle child of seven you hate everything that life had to offer you.
It was stagnant. They were comfortable with mediocrity, you were not. You had drive, and passion and you weren’t going to waste it by staying in the same dinky town with your four older brothers and two younger twin sisters.
Since you weren’t into the sports scene like all of your brothers, and you weren’t young and docile like the twins you were kind of outcasted by your family. You knew they loved you in their own way, but it wasn’t enough to make you stay when you turned old enough for college.
Your parents helped you with what they could but it’s hard being parents to seven children. Let alone one that wants to travel damn near four hours for school.
They made it happen, and so did you.
Nothing was going to keep you away from this. Not a damn thing.
So, you came here with an objective and you won’t leave without accomplishing it to the absolute best of your ability. And that meant failure wasn’t an option.
But right now?
It was encroaching a little too close for your comfort.
Namjoon was a saint, he was patient and tried every way to explain something to you in hopes of being able to ease your worries and midterm stress but there was really nothing he could do. Nothing was sticking and it was just causing you more and more frustration and anxiety.
“Hey, don’t freak out,” Namjoon tried to calm you. “Maybe you just need to... I don’t know, get all your pent up frustration out, hm? Maybe like kickboxing or um... Regular boxing? I don’t know, something where you can hit stuff with your tiny fists.”
“I love that you think that was a compliment,” you sighed in defeat. “I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna have to go back home and I’m gonna have to be some wife for a fucking farmer. I’ll have to have ninety children and my vagina is gonna look like-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there because no part of me wants to know what a vagina looks like after ninety children okay? Okay,” he said, face turning slightly green at the thought. “And no, you aren’t going to fail, you aren’t going to go home and be a farmer's wife unless you want to. You’re not going to give up either.”
You gave Namjoon a very rare, but genuine smile and he squeezed your shoulder gently.
“Joonie!” a bright voice called.
Before Namjoon could blink his boyfriend, Hoseok, was on his back.
“Oof!”
Laughter filled the air between the two and you waved at Hoseok neutrally. He gave you his beaming smile that always made you want to return it. Although you weren’t sure your smile was that blinding.
“What’s up? Did they cancel practice early?” Namjoon asked.
“Nah, they’re doing lower level stuff today so the teacher said I could take it off. Because I am a protege as they say,” he snickered.
Namjoon just pushed him before turning back to you. “You’re gonna do fine, Y/N, promise. We can schedule another time but I think you should probably take a break,” he said.
That dreaded word.
Break.
What does it mean? Why?
To stop something?
Or for something to do the act of breaking as in falling apart?
You didn’t like breaks. They gave you time to think, they gave you time to ruminate over your own issues and anxieties and then you found yourself wallowing. No distractions means too much time alone.
Seeing as how you have few friends, even fewer since moving here.
Namjoon was your tutor, but you wouldn’t say that you were like... Super friends or anything. He cares about you, it's in his nature, but you two rarely hung out outside of study sessions. Hoseok you knew by association with Namjoon.
There was Yeji, she was a freshman this year and had asked for some help with a project after seeing you as the TA. You’d fallen into a mother hen role with her and will literally fight anyone who tries to hurt her. She’s your baby, you birthed her. But you don’t really see her as a friend friend, if that makes sense. You feel responsible for her, but you know she’s not stupid either. She’s a capable young woman.
A few of your friends back home, Felix and Bomi are always available for a chat if necessary as well. But they still live there, and their mindsets are very much of the small town variety.
Nothing wrong with that, but you’d rather not get stuck in a place where people either don’t care to grow and try to force others to think the same as them.
Ah, herd mentality, thou art a heartless bitch.
Okay, maybe your comfort show is the big bang theory, who cares?
“Y/N...?”
Ah, people were still here.
“Right, sorry...” you mumbled.
Hoseok looked at you with a small pout before looking at the papers. He’d never seen you struggle so much. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Everything okay in that wonderfully smart brain of yours?”
You winced, because right now you felt everything but wonderfully smart. “Um, not particularly, but I’ll figure it out I guess. And not through boxing,” you said, giving a pointed look to Namjoon who just seemed more embarrassed than anything.
“You know, you’re rather feisty when necessary,” Hoseok chuckled. “Boxing would be  entertaining.”
“I’m not the sporty type, I’m afraid,” you said, resting back on the chair.
“Why did you suggest boxing in the first place?” Hoseok asked, trying to catch up.
Namjoon frowned before sighing. “She’s frustrated and angry at herself, I was trying to think of a good outlet that would maybe get her to focus a little bit.”
Hoseok nodded. “Well, I mean there’s always sex,” he pointed out.
You froze while Namjoon perked up. “Fuck! You’re right!’
Hoseok smiled at his boyfriend like the fucking psychopath that he is while suggesting you do something so... so out your depth.
“See, Y/N?” Hoseok offered. “Just find a nice boy or girl or nonbinary individual who strikes your fancy and... well, let it out.”
“I know you think that will help, but it won’t,” you frowned.
“Why? Sex always helps me get out a little pent up frustration,” Namjoon said with a pout.
Hoseok nodded wistfully. “Oh yes, it certainly does,” he smiled with a cheeky wink.
“Right,” you said, voice cold and chopped while you gathered your materials.
“I’m sorry, Y/N I didn’t mean to overstep-” Hoseok started but you stood quickly and ignored him.
“Namjoon, can we meet again in two days? My project isn’t due until next Saturday so I’ll have some time to rest,” you said.
The older man looked at his boyfriend who looked rather guilty before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll send you a message with schedule times and you let me know what works for you.”
You nodded before heading off towards the exit of the library. You didn’t turn back to see Hoseok and Namjoon share a worried look before you left the premises.
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“I mean it’s not a bad idea,” Yeji said as she worked on her project in the classroom after the lecture.
“Are you kidding me?” you said, turning to look at her as you wiped the whiteboard down.
“Not usually no, it goes over your head when I try,” she said. “You’re very literal.”
You pouted before turning back to the board. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It can be,” Yeji said, eyes still on her laptop.
“If this is a Y/N roasting session-”
Yeji shut her laptop and looked at you, genuine care swirling in her eyes. “It’s not that Y/N, you know that.”
You shut your mouth.
Yeji had a tendency to go on tangents when she felt strongly about something or someone or a topic. She was gearing up for one right now and you had a feeling you were not ready for what she was going to say.
“Why do you think that having sex to let loose and have a little pleasure and fun is such a bad thing?” she asked, resting her head on her hand.
“I-I don’t think it’s bad,” you defended. “I just don’t think it’s for me.”
“But you wouldn’t know,” she countered.
With a sigh you faced her fully, crossing your arms before looking her dead in the eye. “I’m a virgin, Yeji. I’ve got the V-card very much so intact and probably not going anywhere any time soon.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” she said. “And you don’t have to go all the way with another person. You can just do oral or mutual masturbation or-”
You waved your hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in having sex that’s going to last two minutes and leave me feeling sticky and used, thank you.”
“Not all sex is like that,” Yeji said kindly. “If you find someone you have good sexual chemistry with then it likely won’t happen.”
“I’m on a college campus. Where am I going to find someone who isn’t a one pump chump?”
“I think you have a very skewed vision of what sex is,” Yeji sighed. “Sex isn’t supposed to be crazy all the time. Sometimes it is just one pump and done, for some people that’s enough. Then there are times where you’re edged to the moon and back and then there’s casual. You’ve pigeon-holed something you know nothing about because you know nothing about it and it makes you uncomfortable. You like knowing everything, you like not being caught off guard because when you are, it makes you feel like you’re back home all over again.”
Your heart was trembling in your chest.
“I tend to forget you’re a psych major,” you sighed, but she just gives you a reassuring smile. She may be young but she has an intuition and perceptivity not common in anyone period. Age negated. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex... I-I just don’t think I want a relationship right now and I also don’t want to be disappointed. Is it wrong of me to have expectations?”
Yeji shook her head. “Not really, at least I don’t think so. There’s nothing wrong with expressing your wants and needs to someone. It’s also not a bad thing to want sex and to not want a relationship. There’s several people who enjoy sex but are happily unmarried or whatever. It’s your choice.”
You nodded. “Okay... Okay-if! If! It is a very big if...” you muttered. “If I decided I wanted to do it with someone, where would I even start?”
The younger woman’s face broke out in a smile at you. “I think I might have just the guy.”
--
“Jeon Jungkook, 25, senior and sports science major. He’s a little older than you but not by much. He’s also got quite the repertoire of sexual prowess,” Yeji winked.
You two were in your apartment late one evening. You and Namjoon had met today and you apologized for your attitude at the last meeting and begged him to apologize to Hoseok as well.
He was shocked at your urgency but was quick to apologize as well.
“What kind of repertoire are we talking about here?” you asked, applying the face mask carefully.
“Well,” she began, sitting cross legged on your bed with a mask of her own on. “He’s super attractive, just look at those legs my god...”
“Describe more please,” you said, painting on your clay mask with intensive care.
“Apparently he’s into sports, photography and food,” she said, scrolling on her phone.
“That’s pretty generic,” you sighed.
“I’m not done,” she pouted.
You turned to squint at her. “Don’t pout it’ll ruin your mask, keep talking, I haven't said no yet.”
Yeji nodded before scrolling down some more. “Oooh, he’s kinky,” Yeji chuckled.
Your brows rose in shock. You sputtered out a feeble, “W-What do you mean, kinky?”
“Well, it’s an older picture but he’s got a girl on a leash and shit for halloween,” she chuckled.
“Okay, I’m not hating on the BDSM community but I don’t really wanna be on a leash before losing my virginity,” you said, finally finishing your mask before coming out to join her on your bed.
“Just look at him,” she said, handing you her phone while she went to pee.
And look you did.
This man was the epitome of the male specimen. He was handsome, toned and strong, he had an attractive face and beautiful jawline that was enough to make you cry. Soft cheeks and surprisingly gentle doe eyes that looked into the camera a few times.
Although he did seem like the typical fuck boy.
“He’s got a tongue emoji and a water spray emoji in his bio, what the fuck,” you sighed.
“He’s allowed to advertise if that’s what he’s offering,” Yeji said as she wandered back out.
“Okay, I’ll at least say he’s cute,” you admitted, looking at some of the other photos on his account. He had really nice pictures on here, some of the city and others of the campus.
“Cute? Cute?! Y/N, you’re looking at all the soft ones,” she complained.
“Am I not supposed to?” you asked in confusion.
Yeji sighed before taking her phone back. “Would you have sex with him?”
You thought it over for a moment. “I mean I’d probably have to meet him beforehand but I can’t deny that he’s attractive to me.”
She nodded in excitement. “Alright, perfect. Then we just need to get you to approach him!”
You felt your blood run cold. “I-I have to approach him?”
Yeji blanked. “You think he’s just gonna walk up to you and say, ‘hey! Saw you were a virgin looking for some great sex for stress relief. How about now? Or Tuesday at six thirty?’ Y/N, of course you’ll have to make the first move. You’re the one seeking him out.”
Damn, when she puts it that way.
“Okay! Okay okay, fine. How? Where do I find this elusive fuck boy?” you asked, laying back.
“Well, I’d suggest a party but those really aren’t your scene. Unless you want to go, in which case I have several dresses that would gladly take the fall for your endeavors,” she said.
“Yeji you’re very sweet to offer, but I’m afraid my boobs are a tad bigger than yours,” you sighed.
And by a tad, you meant a lot.
You were born in a farming community! The women were... curvier than average...
“Yeah, we should probably find something that will accentuate those bad boys. Or girls... However you want to gender them I guess, if at all,” she said.
“Yeji,” you sighed. “I don’t want to go to a party. I’d rather keep this as transactional as possible.”
“Well... I mean sex isn’t supposed to be a transaction unless you’re into that, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal, Y/N. Promise. It can be just a simple, ‘hey, I’m looking to lose my virginity and I don’t want it to be a total disaster, care to help me out?’ and if he says no then you move on to other avenues.”
Doesn’t have to be a big deal?
Yeah right...
--
Finding the said campus fuck boy was harder than anticipated.
But, of course, you find him on the worst of days...
Your period had come three days early, the cramps were worse than usual and you hadn’t showered in two days due to your bathroom flooding in your apartment.
But after a very desperate and tear filled phone call, Yeji confirmed you could crash at her dorm. Her roommate had moved out in search of a single bedroom dorm so she said the bed was yours as long as you needed it.
Thank God for Yeji.
So, as you waddled to your campus library you sat down in the stiff ass wooden chair and got to work. Thankfully, the place was empty, besides for Seokjin who mainly just read magazines and scoffed for comedic effect. Although, he was nice to look at when the words on your pages started swirling together.
Just as you were settling into your routine, you heard the door to the library opening. Seokjin’s voice called out.
“Yah! Jungkook,” he hollered. “Your book is almost a week overdue.”
Your head snapped towards the door. And, like some cruel universal joke against you, the very man you were trying to have in your bed walked in looking like a four course meal... While you felt and appeared to have just been recently run over by a semi-truck.
“Ah, sorry Jin,” he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
You caught yourself right before the perfectly timed swoon.
Stop!
He’s here! You finally have your chance to talk to him, and better yet, you’re alone!
Well... Sans the weirdly attractive librarian.
“Do you have the book?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking at the... what is he doing with his foot? Why is he toeing the ground like some character in an anime?
“You see, ah, Jin,” he said, coming closer to the counter.
“No, I don’t see a book, nothing to see but a gigantic pain in my ass,” Jin sighed.
“I have the book... I guess technically, I have half of it,” Jungkook explained.
“No,” Jin said.
“Huh?”
“Nope, you did not just come in here with half a late book and expect me to save your stupid ass again,” the librarian scolded.
Jungkook gave an entirely too adorable pout for a senior sports med major.
But you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. You found that you were staring, so quickly you turned your head back towards your studies, seemingly indifferent to the men behind you.
You put your headphones on but then their conversation continued.
“I love you,” Jungkook whined. “Please? Please please please just let me off the hook this last time and I’ll give you Bitna’s socials?”
Jin was quiet for a second. “And that other friend of yours, the cute one who wore the crop top at the last party we were at together,” he said.
“Eunwoo?”
“That’s the one.”
“Deal.”
Jin gave a pained sigh before speaking again. “Alright, now that you’re done being a public menace what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”
“Not too sure, but-oh,” Jungkook stopped. “Sorry Jin, I didn’t know there were people here right now.”
“Ah, she’s here all the time, don’t worry about it.”
They’re talking like you aren’t there, so either they saw your headphones and assumed you weren’t listening or they really didn’t care about you listening in.
“What’s her name? Do you know?” Jungkook asked.
“Hah, good luck,” Jin said, making some noise so he was probably getting back to work.
Good, finally be useful you handsome brat.
“What? Is she not into guys?” you could hear the questioning tone taking over his voice.
“Not too sure, I’ve seen her with the same three people damn near all year. She doesn’t do human interaction it appears, her name is Y/N. Always returns her books at least a week early or comes in and renews them, you know, like a polite young lady! Unlike you, freaking barbarian,” he huffed.
“Hmm, she’s pretty,” he said, it wasn’t said in a way that would make you uncomfortable. He was saying it in a way that was just observational.
“Yeah, but watch out. She’s kinda mean sometimes, she told me once my haircut made me look like a Newfoundland! Those big freaking water dogs that look horrific when they’re wet!” He whined softly.
Ah.
Damn.
You did unfortunately say that to him.
But you didn’t mean it entirely in a bad way...
“Aww, poor thing,” Jungkook laughed.
“Go over there and get shot down, then you won’t be so happy,” the librarian was speaking in pout.
“Fine!” Jungkook said.
Your heart picked up speed.
Fuck!
What do you say? What do you do??
This attractive man was coming over to talk to you-
You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.
With a jolt you turned instinctively to look back and saw that Jungkook was now much much much closer. He smelled incredible. He smelt like sandalwood and spice, his skin was glowing and his eyes were crinkled with a cute little smile on his face.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his hand.
“I know,” you said and your hand flew to your mouth as your eyebrows raised at the blunt words that came out of you.
Jungkook just chuckled softly. “Then I’m sorry for not extending the kindness to you, what’s your name?”
“Y-Y/N,” you said.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Your heart was beating so fast and you couldn’t calm it no matter how much you tried to ‘breathe through your nose and out through your mouth.’
Well, maybe it didn’t work if you were doing it at the speed of sound.
“Pretty, I like that. Don’t know that I’ve heard it before,” he stated, walking around to sit in the chair next to you. He did stop before sitting down and looked at you before you gave him a gentle nod that he could join you.
At least he had manners.
He was already way ahead of the average male on this campus.
“Thanks,” you said with a gentle tone.
“So, what’s your major?” he asked. “Any grand dreams after leaving uni or are you just going to run head first into tomorrow without looking back?” His tone was light, joking. But you still felt your heart hammering in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you?
“Uh... Well, I’m a History major with a minor in English,” you said, smoothing your notes down with your hands nervously.
Jungkook nodded in acknowledgement. “That sounds tough, I never had the patience for foreign languages,” he pouted. “If I’m not good at it right away I tend to get bored easily.”
“What’s your major?” you asked, even though you knew it already.
“Oh, I’m a sports med senior,” he said with a soft smile.
You nodded, looking back at your notes. Jungkook gazed at your papers and then his eyes moved back up to you.
“So, do you have any classes today?” he offered, resting his head on his hand as he watched you fiddle with the same notebook.
“No, I’m done for the week,” you answered honestly.
“Would you like to hang out with me then?” he asked.
You turned and raised a brow, confused at his interest. Even though this is what you’d been hoping for.
“You hardly know me, what are we gonna do?” you asked.
Jungkook chuckled. “I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t hoping for at least your number,” he said.
Your eyes widened at his statement.
“And maybe a bit of fun too if you’re interested. I’m not looking for anything serious, if you’re not into it then I’m cool with leaving you be. Just thought I’d shoot my shot,” he said with a little wink.
You could feel the heat on your face as you looked at the table awkwardly. “I-I’m interested,” you said, voice soft.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he smiled at you. “Really? Well... how about we get out of here then? Your place or mine?” he offered.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. “U-Uh mine is currently flooded, unfortunately... And I can’t do it today, exactly,” you said, already embarrassed.
“No?” he asked, voice gently teasing.
“I’m uh... well,” you struggled to say it. “Currently having to put those activities on hold.”
Jungkook looked confused before he seemed to understand. His eyes widened a bit before giving a softer nod. “I see, I apologize. The last thing you probably want is some guy hitting on you right now, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude about it.”
You shook your head quickly. “No! No no, it’s fine. I would’ve said something if I wasn’t comfortable, but thanks.”
“Well, when you’re feeling better maybe we can hang out,” he said with a cute little smirk.
“Um... yeah, that’d be fun,” you said.
“Then give me your phone, I’ll put my number in there,” he said, holding his hand out. Like a robot you dropped your phone into his open palm with ease. You were shocked at how quickly you did it too.
He quickly put his number in, sending himself a text so he had your number as well. He handed you your phone back carefully, giving you a little smile as you tucked it away.
“Well, I’m going to head out. But, let me know when you want to get together, I think we could have some fun,” he said with a wink before standing up and walking out the door.
Jin watched with a shocked expression while Jungkook flipped him off before blowing him a kiss.
What in the hell did you get yourself into?
--
After the most awkward meeting with the campus fuckboy, you find yourself panicking when he texts you first.
Four days later.
Your period had ended, thank god. So now, you were trying to make plans to finally get your cherry popped as it were.
Yeji thought you were being hilarious while you fretted over what to send him.
“Honestly, Y/N, he sent you a hello text with the waving hand emoji, it’s not that serious. Just say hi back,” she encouraged.
“How? What do I say, Yeji?” You cried, holding your phone to your chest as if it could help calm your racing heart.
“Legit, just say Hi with a smiley face,” Yeji said with a pout.
“Okay, okay I can do that,” you stressed.
Jungkook: hello 👋
You: hi 😊
Jungkook: are you feeling okay?
You turned to Yeji with a worried face. “He’s asking me if I’m okay! I was on my period when we spoke oh fuck I wanna die-”
“Christ! Y/N! Quit being so dramatic, it’s fine. You’re fine. It’s all fine!”
Yeji was rubbing her temples and you swallowed hard.
She was right.
This was supposed to be an even exchange between you and the fuckboy. So you might as well cut to the chase. It didn’t have to be so difficult, right?
You: yeah, I feel fine thank you.
Jungkook: sure, did you want to hang out tonight?
You: can we be transparent?
Jungkook: ah, are my male charms coming off too strong? Sorry, but this is me asking to get in your pants if you want to. If not, that’s fine too.
You: no worries. I’m interested but I’ve got a bit of an issue.
Jungkook: ah, inexperienced?
You: you know I was hoping it wasn’t too obvious.
Jungkook: 😂 I get that
You: so is that okay?
Jungkook: yeah, I’ll send you my address and you can come over.
You: okay 👌
You turned to Yeji with a panicked expression. “He wants me to come over now…”
She nodded excitedly. “Alright! Grab some of your cute underwear and go! I’ll keep my phone on, you just showered so you’re in prime time for some good ole fashioned hanky panky,” Yeji teased.
You nodded. “Alright, okay. I got this, I can do this.”
You grabbed some lingerie you bought online in a wine drunken stupor and threw it on.
The deep teal color looked ravishing on you. The bra securing your girls into place. You grabbed some stockings and rolled them up your legs and threw on a simple skirt and long sleeve shirt before heading towards the door.
Yeji gave you a reassuring squeeze before you left.
“If you need me just give me a call, okay?” She asked.
You nodded gratefully before heading out the door.
Half an hour later you were at what you hoped was Jungkook’s apartment.
You knocked on the door, standing outside and holding your arms nervously. A few moments passed before Jungkook opened the door. He looked at you before giving you a quick smile as he stepped back to let you in.
With a small smile you walked in and looked around. Everything was relatively clean. It was obvious someone lived here but at the same time it wasn’t filthy, a little cluttered in some areas but overall rather nice.
“It smells nice in here,” you commented.
Jungkook winked. “I lit some candles for you,” he said.
You rolled your eyes before putting your purse on the counter.
“So,” Jungkook said, grabbing some drinks from the fridge. “When you say inexperienced, how little we talking?”
You froze.
“Uh… well,” you squirmed as you stood in place. Trying not to feel too awkward. Usually, you were the one making others squirm with inexperience. Your brain was clearly scrambling trying to make you not sound like a complete idiot.
Jungkook approached with a drink, just a can of Coke, but it was thoughtful nonetheless.
“I’m a virgin,” you said, holding the bright red can in your hand. The moment seemed oddly poetic.
“Ah, I see,” Jungkook nodded. “Well that changes things a bit.”
You looked at him quickly. Why did he sound like that?
“I’m sorry… is-is that a bad thing?” You asked. Usually you were far more confident than this, but everything this involved was out of your depth.
“Oh, no. It’s not bad to be a virgin, sex should happen when you’re ready and comfortable. That’s not what I’m getting at. I just don’t personally sleep with a lot of virgins,” he said, shrugging as he took a drink.
“Why not?” You asked.
“Personal, but all right,” he teased. “It’s a lot of pressure to be the only one with experience. Having to teach you not only what I like but what you like too. And, virgins tend to get a little attached. Not saying that’s a bad thing, for some people their virginity is important and what not but-it’s a lot of work.”
You pouted.
Well you didn’t think about it like that. You thought all men had that inner desire to take someone’s first time. It was pretty sexist looking back on it, so you apologized internally to the general populace before looking at Jungkook to do the same.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that, I understand if you don’t want to-uh… sleep with me,” you said, rubbing your neck.
Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, that’s not the case either. I said I don’t sleep with a lot of virgins, not that I haven’t in the past or wouldn’t continue to do so. I’m just pickier, I guess,” he said, giving you a soft smile. “I’m very much interested in sleeping with you.”
“Why?” You asked, eyes big with confusion.
Jungkook came closer, starting to back your body up against his wall. “Well, physically you’re my type. And, you’re a little awkward so it’s fun to tease you. Also, I saw a peek of your bra when you bent over to take your shoes off and I almost fucking busted,” he said. “Your tits are incredible…”
You flushed at the blatant flirting.
“I can take my shirt off and show you more,” you offered, hands already on the hem of your shirt.
“Mm, maybe in a minute. Let me kiss you first,” he offered, coming closer. You instinctually tensed up, eyes shutting tight as you tried to keep your breathing level. You waited for a moment for his lips to touch yours but they never did.
All you heard was a soft chuckle. “You look like you ate a lemon, do you not want to kiss me?”
Your eyes popped open before giving him a frown. “I do, I’ve never kissed anyone though... I don’t know what to do.”
Jungkook’s brows raised. “Wow, never been kissed either huh?”
“No, I didn’t want to be distracted,” you said quietly. “But... But now I want the distraction, so, please kiss me?”
He didn’t need any more encouragement as he leaned in and brought your lips together. You didn’t know what to do so you just let him press against you for the moment, until he was pulling back and looking at you with soft eyes. “You need to breathe, Y/N,” he said.
With a woosh of air you realized you’d been holding your breath since he leaned in. Your head went spinny and Jungkook held you by your waist to keep you up, even though there really wasn’t any danger of you falling. “Easy pretty,” he cooed while making your heart race almost painfully. “Want me to kiss you more? I’ll show you how to do it,” he whispered softly against your pouting lips.
You followed the rhythm of his mouth, gently pushing when he pulled and vice versa. It wasn’t rocket science, but there was a definite pattern you had to work hard at mastering. But, finally, Jungkook pulled back with a lazy smile.
“Hey, that one was pretty good. Can you do it again?” he asked, moving in to crowd your space again.
With light hands you wrapped them around his neck. Jungkook placed his hands on the small of your back now, pressing the two of you together tighter than before. A soft gasp fell from your lips as you grabbed his shoulders.
Jungkook chuckled before ducking his head into your neck and placing soft kisses along your collarbone and shoulders.
More comfortable with the proceedings than before, you moved to allow him space to move his mouth. Jungkook sighed against you, licking his lips as he pulled back. You looked into his eyes and swallowed the lump that threatened to form in your throat.
“Let’s go to my room,” he said, eagerly moving you throughout the apartment.
Rather quickly you were moved into a tidy space that had you-admittedly-surprised.
“Oh, it’s really nice in here,” you said, looking around before Jungkook was moving into your space once more.
“Thank you, I’m thinking of redecorating,” he said, holding your waist.
“But it’s nice-”
“I’m gonna throw this shirt over there, your bra over there and your panties on the lamp,” he winked, making your heart thud dangerous in your chest.
“Wouldn’t that start a fire?”
“Not if you’re wet enough,” he smirked.
God damn, who knew fuck boys could talk like this??
You sent a prayer out to whatever deity would be listening. God? The President? An Alexa for fucksake? Anything that would keep your heart from absolutely obliterating your rib cage as this man teased you and played with your body.
However, you noticed the distinct lack of stress from your tests and exams and damned assignments. Your mind was fully occupied with Jungkook and his kisses and wandering hands.
How could you worry about those pesky responsibilities if this man killed you from lust?
Jungkook was laying you on his bed as he groped your chest with one hand while the other held him over your body. Next, his lips. They were tangled with yours, which were finally comfortable within the pattern and changes he was executing. You were a quick learner, and this was proving to be no different.
Thank fuck.
“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked, hands running under the hem of your thin shirt. His hands caressed your skin, making your body jolt at the newfound sensations. With hot cheeks you nodded, letting him peel the garment from you with ease as he tossed it away.
Redecorating indeed.
Jungkook gaped at your breasts sitting in your bra. Well, rather being suffocated by it at this point. His eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of your tits. He kissed the top of your cleavage, leaving gentle nips and sucks along the flesh causing shivers to roll down your spine in lust.
You leaned up briefly to unclip your bra, letting the straps drop from your shoulders and down to your elbows. Jungkook eagerly moved and helped you toss the piece away from your body.
“The color was pretty, but holy shit your tits are amazing,” he breathed, kissing your throat and neck. “Can I suck on them?”
You nodded quickly, giving him the green light which he accepted gratefully.
“Jungkook!” you gasped as he sucked a hot hickey into the bottom of your breast.
He smiled and looked at you. “Yes baby? What’s the matter?”
“That scared me,” you said, pushing his shoulder in annoyance. But honestly you were just being fussy at the embarrassment his touch was bringing you. You’d never felt this out of your depth. Not knowing stuff made you nervous, and your body didn’t understand half of what was going on. Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed, however, at your attitude. His eyes just got softer as he leaned in.
“Did it really scare you? Or are you embarrassed? Cause it’s normal, don’t be embarrassed baby, your tits are so pretty... They almost don’t fit in my palms,” he said, cupping your chest and palming one to prove his point. “So sexy...”
“F-Feels good,” you huffed softly,
He hummed, squeezing your breast and rubbing his thumb across your nipple teasingly. “You’re so sexy, baby,” he teased. He leaned down and captured your other nipple between his lips and lathed his tongue across it.
“Oh~” you mewled out. “Jungkook...”
“Y/N, you’re gonna make me bust in my pants if you say my name like that...”
“Just like it,” you mumbled, lips pouting as you squeezed your eyes shut at the pleasurable sensations running through your body.
“I know you do honey,” he purred, kissing your cleavage and across your tender chest. Sucking and nipping along the way, he found your nipple again and gently pulled it into his mouth, teasing it to a peak with his tongue. His thumb rolled across your other one, pinching it and tugging the flesh to bud just as the one in his mouth.
“F-Fuck...” you stammered, struggling to keep your mind functioning. It was difficult when almost all of these sensations were new. His lips kissing and touching along your lips and skin, his hand rough but tender on your flesh, his voice speaking hot and arousing words into your ears. It was a marvel you hadn’t combusted yet.
“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, making his head perk up at your breathless call.
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes matching yours as he panted. His lips were glossy from his spit that was also covering your chest.
“Don’t stop, please,” you said, voice weak and whiny.
You’d never heard yourself make noises like this. Other than when masturbating. And honestly, that usually had to be a silent affair. Burying your pleasure in your hand as you came. But you didn’t have to be quiet now, and Jungkook seemed hell bent on ensuring you were everything but.
“Fuck, I won’t,” he breathed. “Unless you tell me to stop I won’t.”
As bare minimum as that statement was, it still made you feel more comfortable around him. The words he spoke were genuine, he wasn’t going to force you.
“Take your shirt off,” you said, tugging on the bottom of it.
Jungkook smirked as he sat up from you, pulling his top up and off of his frame. He tossed it to join yours, wherever it had landed. They were long forgotten and gladly so at this point. He leaned over you once more, showing off his tattoos that had your mouth watering in surprise. You knew he had them, but to see them up close like this was something else entirely. Jungkook was fucking hot, and the further you went the more you realized this was going to be the perfect remedy for your annoying study slump.
“Like it baby?” he asked, running his thumb across your bottom lip to tease the swelling flesh with a teasing glance.
“Yes,” you breathed. “I like it a lot...”
He smiled, bringing his lips to yours once more. “Can I touch your pussy? Wanna feel you...”
“B-Be gentle,” you stuttered, despite your best efforts.
“Of course, Y/N,” he said, running his hand underneath your skirt and touching your wetness with a soft breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby... little pussy is waiting for me huh?”
“I-I,” you whispered, a gasp leaving your lips at his thumb pressing against your clit softly. His breath fanned across your face softly, his eyes looking at your expression with intensity.
“You need to tell me if something hurts, okay? It shouldn’t be unbearable and it won’t hurt for too long, if it does let me know,” he said, running a finger down to your entrance and teasing your hole gingerly. “Gonna be snug for me, yeah?” he asked, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them off your legs.
“Yes,” you breathed, answering both of his questions with that single word. Jungkook’s eyes leveled with yours for a moment before pushing his finger inside you. You squeaked softly, heart hammering in your chest as your pussy swallowed his finger greedily. He captured your lips in a kiss that was entirely too consuming for you to think of anything other than his presence above you and inside of you.
He didn’t even stick his cock inside you yet but it was still wholly overwhelming. Is this what it felt like to be feminine? Your whole life you hadn’t really given a shit about you. All you cared about was your passion and your drive but ultimately... you had gotten lost in the sea of success. Leaving yourself as collateral.
Jungkook was awakening things inside of you, things you weren’t certain you were ready to deal with but... But perhaps it didn’t matter right now.
All that mattered right now was the sensations he was pulling from your body. Because shit... he felt so so fucking good.
“J-Jungkook,” you whined out, hands reaching for his arms.
He shushed you, pushing another finger inside you as his thumb continued to pet your clit. “It feels like a lot, doesn’t it baby?”
You nodded your head, holding his bicep with one hand while you bit your knuckle on the other.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he said, looking into your eyes.
“No, j-ust a lot, like you said,” you breathed, trying to keep yourself even moderately in check. But honestly? The longer you stayed with Jungkook, the less you felt the necessity to hide and be shy. He didn’t seem to be expecting anything, he knew of your lacking experience but didn’t seem dissuaded by it.
“Then you lay there and take what I give you like a good girl,” he said, kissing your jaw as he started to pump his hand inside your pulsing core slowly.
You wish you could cringe at that basic fuckboy response, but the rasp in his voice and the bob of his throat as he felt your walls clench around his fingers at his words made you unable to snark at him. Because even if it was basic, it was turning you on.
“O-Okay,” you whimpered, turning your head to connect your lips with his.
“Jesus,” he breathed, kissing you back eagerly. “You pick up quick,” he said with a soft smile. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”
You did as he said, holding his face between your hands as you kissed him messily. Jungkook kept pumping your pussy to create the desperate ache in your lower stomach and cunt. He adjusted your kiss and lips every so often, detaching from your tempting mouth to kiss at your neck and shoulder as he worked your body over.
Finally, you could hardly take it. “J-Jungkook,” you whispered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please-”
He nodded. “I’ll get you there baby, need you nice and wet when I fuck you,” he sighed, finding your tells quickly. “Cream my fingers, Y/N, want to see you do it.”
With his words ringing in your ears you cried out your release, cumming hard on his fingers just as he wanted. Your hips and thighs trembled as he rubbed your pussy walls to coax your climax through you.
“Good girl, easy baby, did so good for me,” he whispered against your chest. “Breathe, Y/N, it’s alright.”
You didn’t realize you were still shaking. You’d never felt like that before. Heart stammering just as much as the rest of your blissed out body.
“Holy shit,” you said, voice weak and thin from panting and whining.
“Made a mess babe,” he teased, eyes sparkling with desire and lust for you. He put his fingers in his mouth for a moment before looking at your core with a hungry gaze. “Can I have a taste, Y/N? I’ll be gentle...” he murmured, leaning down and kissing your lower stomach as if to hold himself back. Carefully, he slid the stockings down and off of your legs, sending you a teasing wink-as if thanking you for the sexy attire.
“Y-Yeah, you can for a bit but... but I want you to fuck me,” you said.
Jungkook chuckled before kissing your sensitive pussy with tender lips. “Believe me, if you manage to walk out of here I will count it as a failure.”
You rolled your eyes but there wasn’t any genuine irritation. His voice was coated in sarcasm and gentle teasing, making you relax even further into his embrace.
“Tug on my hair,” he said. “Want you to tug on my hair while I eat your pussy...” he husked, leading your hand to his silky locks.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you breathed, watching his head move closer to your core.
“I hope you do,” he winked before diving in.
A sharp gasp came from your throat without you even thinking about it. The reaction was utterly instinctual as Jungkook brought his tongue to your clit, rolling around it-careful of your sensitivity. He moaned against your core, as if your flavor was enough to turn him on.
Jungkook was licking and sucking loudly. It seemed so messy and utterly vulgar but you couldn’t help but watch with morbid fascination as your core leaked more and more wetness at Jungkook’s actions.
“Yes baby, give it to me,” he groaned against your core. “Fucking wet little cunt,” he growled.
“Jungkook!” you whined, hand finally gripping on the strands of his hair.
He huffed hotly against your thigh as he kissed and sucked hickies into the supple flesh. “Fuck-fuck! Your pussy tastes so good,” he seemed almost shocked. “Fucking best pussy...”
You almost questioned his statements-but he didn’t give you the opportunity, moving his mouth over your core once more. You pulled on his hair, feeling the overwhelming sensations of pleasure consuming your mind and body as he worked his tongue over your clit and throbbing core.
“M-mmm! Jungkook, Jungkook please~” you cried. “I’m so close!”
He could tell. Your core was throbbing again and you were no doubt worked up from the sensitivity of your first orgasm. His cock was fucking aching at the mere thought of getting to be inside your soaked cunt.
“Give me one more minute,” he said, capturing your clit in his mouth and sucking.
“Jungkook!” you sobbed. “I-I can’t, I’m gonna-please!” you cried desperately.
With a gentle nod he kept up his pace on your clit as his fingers plunged back inside your hole.
“Cum baby, cum and then I’ll fuck you. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you cream my cock next,” he snarled, licking the filthy slick that covered your cunt with eager lips.
“I-I’m gonna-mm-haa~” you squealed as you came again, body heaving from the pleasure that this man ripped from your body once again.
“Easy baby,” he purred. “Feels good doesn’t it? Like my mouth on your pussy like that?” he asked, raising a brow as he licked the remnants of your orgasm from his lips and fingers.
“J-Jesus,” you hiccuped, eyes slightly teary from the intensity of the pleasure you’d received.
“Not quite baby, but I appreciate the compliment,” he said, voice breathless as he kissed you.
You registered the flavor of his kiss but there was your own mixed in and it made your stomach feel funny at the different kinds of sensations filling your body. “Jungkook,” you breathed against his mouth. “I-I’m ready now,” you panted. “Please... Please fuck me now.”
Jungkook swore against your neck before pulling his pants off and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. He tugged his boxers down and off releasing his cock and jesus fucking christ-
He was big.
It was so much different than seeing a dick in a porn video. It always seems common and typical in those scenes but in real life? In front of you like this?
It was a little intimidating to be honest.
Jungkook crawled back into bed with you, spreading your legs. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, eyes boring into yours for the answer to his question.
“Y-Yeah, just... Nervous,” you said, biting your lip.
“We don’t have to,” he said.
“I want to,” you answered quickly, realizing it was the truth. You did really want to do this. Not only to get it over with, but because maybe you were having a good time with him. You felt like someone was seeing you. Not just your cold exterior and study centric front.
The you that had always been there but just didn’t get the opportunity to be seen.
What an odd time to have a revelation such as this.
“Okay, deep breath,” he said.
You did as he said and jolted when his cock rubbed against your core, the cold sensation surprising you. “I put some lube on, it might be a little cold, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Look at me, tell me if it hurts too much okay? Shouldn’t be too bad.”
With a soft nod Jungkook pushed forward, burying his cock halfway inside you in an easy thrust.
“Ah!” you squeaked out, gripping his shoulders tightly.
“Don’t tense up, try to relax,” he said, kissing your neck and jaw.
He was right. It wasn’t excruciating pain, but it was certainly uncomfortable, and it felt so much bigger than you thought.
“F-Feels like a lot,” you whispered, voice whiny and high.
“I know baby, just breathe. Doing so good,” he praised, making the glide of his cock inside you that much easier. Jungkook touched his forehead to your temple, easing himself the rest of the way in. His hand held tight to your thigh, soft pants hitting your neck.
“Jungkook,” you whispered.
“You good?” he asked, pulling back just a touch to look at you.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Like I said... just a lot.”
He nodded, moving forward just a touch to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back, mouth now finding a pleasant rhythm with his.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling away from your lips for just a moment. “Can I move? I need to fuck you before I fucking bust from how tight you are,” he moaned.
You clenched at the sound of his desperation, which caused him to rut forward into you. “Kook!” you squeaked the shortened version of his name at the sudden jutting of his hips which he quickly apologized for.
“S-Sorry, you squeezed me so fucking tight-I’m already so fucking hard.”
His words weren’t entirely making sense to you either, your mind was pretty occupied with his body more than his speaking.
It was so odd to share your body with another person. He was legitimately inside of you. How did that make any sense? But it felt so good. You hadn’t expected that part. You thought he’d touch you and you’d cum once, if you were lucky. However, you shouldn’t have doubted the prowess of the one Jeon Jungkook. Campus Fuckboy extraordinaire.
“-can I?” his voice cut in through your cock drunk thoughts.
“What?” you asked.
“Can I move now? Please? I need to fuck you now,” his breaths were short and stilted, like he was fighting to hold back the primal urge of fucking you into his mattress.
You nodded. “J-Just be careful,” you said, voice thick with want.
“Yes baby, whatever you want,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your heart was the thing that twinged after hearing those words.
Surprisingly enough. This fuckboy was more interesting than you originally believed.
His hips meeting yours in a seamless glide had a shocked moan fall from your lips. “J-Jungkook-”
“Kook,” he said above you. “I liked that one,” he panted, giving you a dopey smile. “You can call me Kook. I like when you say it, fuck,” he said, brows furrowing in pleasure. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”
You briefly wondered if fuck was the only cuss word he knew. But you chided yourself, because honestly you didn’t even think you could speak currently.
He gave steady thrusts inside your center, making you mewl in surprise at the burning pleasure it created in your tummy.
“Kook,” you breathed, mind whirling in shocks of pleasure.
“Yeah baby, I’m right here,” he said, voice sweet as sugar. “Fucking you so good baby, do you like my dick? Like when I fuck you?”
“Yes! Yes I do!” you cried, hands wrapping around his neck.
Jungkook lifted your upper body, pulling you into his lap as he kneeled on his bed. You were sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside your snug walls. You held onto him as he adjusted your legs slightly so your hips wouldn’t ache so bad.
“There baby, hang onto me, yeah? Let me fuck you like this,” he whispered, kissing your chin as he started to roll his hips up against yours. “Move back against me Y/N,” he encouraged, guiding you by your waist, grinding your ass in the cup of his pelvis. “Just like that...”
He moaned against your chest, his hand creeping down to your ass to pull you closer. As if you two were melded together enough.
“Fuck, Jungkook-feels, so big,” you whined, arms winding around his neck as you dropped your ass on your own, Jungkook’s hands guiding you.
“Yeah baby, ride my cock... feels so fucking tight inside you, best pussy right here... Where’ve you been all my life, fucking shit,” he growled, pulling you in for a messy kiss.
You were too scrambled by the feeling of sex that you didn’t quite capture the meaning of his words. Maybe that was for the best.
Jungkook’s mind was reeling. It had been a while since he’d had sex with a virgin, but he never remembers it being this intense. But shit, you squeezed him just right, making his mind stutter while you whimpered softly from his cock rolling into you deftly. It was everything he could do not to blow his load.
“F-Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. “Pussy too tight on my cock, fuck...”
“Okay-I... I’m getting close too,” you moaned.
Jungkook reached between the two of you to gently massage your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Feels good baby? Cum for me, I wanna see you do it again.”
You whined and cried at his thumb on your sensitive clit, but it was slowly pushing you to your end.
“Kook! Jungkook!” you sobbed, gripping his shoulders and upper back desperately. “Fuck!”
“Make me cum baby, come on,” he growled, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He dropped you on your back, following you shortly and slipping inside your twitching pussy.
“Yes, wanna make you cum,” you mewled. “Cum Jungkook, please,” you said.
He held you tightly, rubbing quick circles on your clit to finally push you to your third orgasm of the night.
Shockingly, he did it, making you gasp and shriek his name. He felt how tight your walls became during your orgasm and he gladly followed you in pleasure.
“Fuck yes, yes baby make me cum, holy shit-Y/N,” he groaned, jutting his hips into your sloppily. With a pleasured cry, Jungkook emptied himself into the condom.
You two didn’t know how long the aftershocks of your orgasms lasted, but you were certain it was close to five minutes before anyone spoke.
“You okay?” his voice rasped, making you turn your head with a soft expression on your face. Jungkook felt his chest stammer at the bleary but pleased look in your eyes.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”
He nodded. “Sit there, I’m gonna go get us some water and help you clean up.”
Jungkook gave you a soft smile before moving away and tossing the used condom in his garbage and heading into the bathroom. Your heart was thudding hard in your chest.
You did it.
You’d had sex.
And it was the furthest thing from terrible you think you’ve ever experienced. Was all sex like this? Or was it the sex with Jungkook that happened to be incredible. You can see what all the other girls he’d slept with were talking about. He literally made your legs turn to jelly.
“Here’s some water, sit up?” he asked, moving in to sit next to you.
You flushed at the fact you both were still naked. “Thanks,” you whispered, voice much hoarser than you’d anticipated. With eager sips you drank the water, handing him the cup when you were finished. He pushed you on your back gently and moved between your legs.
With the remaining shame you had you squeaked and grabbed his wrists for a second. He looked at you, startled. “What?”
“Sorry,” you murmured. “Caught me off guard, I just expected you to have me take care of it.”
“Nah, I got it, you probably can’t walk yet either,” he mentioned before cleaning up the mess between your thighs. You shivered at the sensations but shortly Jungkook was tossing the dirty washcloth into his laundry and laying on the bed with you for a moment.
He breathed in deeply, like he had just eaten a great meal and was digesting.
“Do I have a chance to fuck you on the regular?” he asked, turning to look at you.
“What?” you asked, snapping your head to the side to look at him with shock written across your features.
Jungkook gave you a handsome smile. “If not I apologize for saying it so bluntly, but I liked having sex with you, I want to do it again. Or, you, respectively.”
You couldn’t quite believe him still. But, you couldn’t help the twinge of interest in your stomach. He was attractive, and he was offering you stress relief realistically whenever you both wanted it.
“I-I guess? I mean, what does that make us? Friends with benefits? Booty call buddies?” You wondered out loud.
Jungkook chuckled softly. “Whatever you want, I guess,” he stated.
You looked at him with a raised brow but he just gave you another attractive but cryptic smile-hiding his true emotions with the alluring smirk.
“Something tells me you don’t mean that,” you sighed. “But, I guess you text me, or I’ll text you. Whenever,” you said, moving to grab your things.
Jungkook sat down on the bed, having pulled on his boxers while watching your frame collect your clothes and start pulling them on. You sat down next to him in silence, tugging your stockings back up your legs and covering your skin that had Jungkook frowning.
“What?” You asked, turning to him.
He quickly snapped out of it, looking at you with a mock pained expression. “You could make a grown man cry baby,” he said.
“You’re going to make me cry with those lines,” you said with a sour face.
“Feisty,” he said with a teasing grin.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the heat that settled in your face. You’d never really been flirted with or anything of that matter, so to have him so blatantly made your heart stammer and squeeze in ways you weren’t necessarily prepared for.
Jungkook watched you grab your things, bending to grab your things from the floor and flashing your panty covered ass to him. He sighed, fighting the urge to take you again right now. Plus, you had no clue you were presenting so nicely to him-
“Quit staring at my ass,” you said with an unamused expression.
Jungkook laughed a bit before leaning back on his hands. “You’re so different when you’re not having sex.”
“You’re more annoying,” you said with a blank expression. The front was back and Jungkook found it odd how quick you went back. He wondered if you’re truly this way or if you merely didn’t know any other facets of your personality.
Something fun to discover...
“Did you want a ride back?” he offered, in lieu of a response to your sour attitude.
With a flushed expression you bit your lip.
“Yes please.”
Jungkook smiled. “Let me get dressed.”
--
Jungkook was waiting for his phone to ring. To ding. To alert him of anything in regards to you. The little virgin that had him wrapped around your finger so tightly. And you hardly knew it.
The two of you had been texting here and there, and had sex twice since the first time. And Jungkook could be honest with himself.
You were his favorite person to have sex with.
Hands down, no cap, your pussy was top notch and-and there was something about you specifically that he couldn’t put his finger on. He liked making you flustered and listening to you talk about your classes after the two of you were done fucking. You were curious about so many things, and there was a lot running through your mind at all hours of the day.
And, as much as you wanted to give off the cold bitch exterior, Jungkook knew you were kind at heart.
Because you’d been feeding a stray cat outside your dorm building for the past two weeks and he was certain if you could you would’ve brought it inside already. The weather was getting colder and you were no doubt worried that the poor thing wasn’t going to make it through the harsh weather.
“She’s so cute, Jungkook! You should come by and meet her sometime,” you said one afternoon as the two of you sat in the library while you studied.
“I don’t like cats,” Jungkook commented offhandedly.
“I don’t like you,” you snarked, and Jungkook rolled his eyes at your snotty remark. Even though he knew it wasn’t true. If you didn’t like him Jungkook had an odd feeling you’d make yourself scarce after the interactions you’ve had.
“You like my dick though,” he huffed.
You squeaked out in embarrassment and smacked his shoulder. “Shh! Don’t say stuff like that!” you huffed.
“It’s true, why deny it baby?” he teased, leaning forward on his elbows.
“God sometimes I wanna break your nose,” you sighed, turning back to your papers and looking down.
Jungkook watched your mind work, solving the problems on your paper like it was nothing. He was always impressed by your knowledge and ability to learn new things so quickly, he found that he could easily be jealous if he let himself.
But honestly, jealousy didn’t look good on him and there wasn’t much he was envious of in this world. He had a good face, good body and decent enough grades. If anything he could be a bit of a pain in the ass but the other things made up for the latter.
He didn’t say these things to be arrogant or anything, they were merely truths. People treated him differently because of these things and he wasn’t going to say otherwise. But you? You treated him just like Namjoon and Hoseok, except you let him fuck you every so often.
Speaking of...
“Hey, wanna go back to my place?” he asked, resting on his elbow.
“Why? I’m busy studying,” you said without looking up.
“I wanna fuck you,” he said, shrugging.
You sighed deeply. “I swear to God Jungkook-”
“Is that a no?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t pushing any boundaries that he shouldn’t. Honestly he hadn’t fucked anyone as consistently as he had you in the past four years of college. And he couldn’t find himself hating it either.
Jungkook had only had one serious girlfriend and that was back in highschool and honestly, he didn’t think they were that committed in the first place. Plus, teenagers hardly know what they want for breakfast, it’s hard to believe they know they’re going to be with someone for the next two weeks, let alone for the rest of their lives.
But, Jungkook was twenty five, and he was starting to think that the two of you could possibly...
Well. That might be a conversation for another time.
“Come on,” you said, standing and putting your stuff in your backpack.
“Yeah?” Jungkook said, a smile forming on his features at the thought of having you in his bed all over again.
“Yeah, I want you, let's go,” you said, not wasting any time and taking his hand.
The librarian, Seokjin, looked at Jungkook being dragged out of the library and then looked to Namjoon who was helping another student but was also shocked at the proceedings.
“Know anything about that king of the nerds?” Seokjin asked him.
“That subject is one I don’t care to study,” Namjoon said.
“Well that’s lame,” Seokjin huffed before turning back to his phone. “You kids wear my ass out.”
--
You and Yeji were hanging out in your dorm again after you fed Eden.
The orange little tabby had been coming around more frequently and it made your heart sing with joy. You’d never had a pet back home and the fact that you’d befriended such a cute little creature made your day.
Also showing Jungkook pictures and trying to sway him had turned into a new favorite pastime as well.
“Who are you texting?” Yeji asked as she came out of your bathroom, sitting on your bed with you.
“Just Jungkook,” you said, tossing your phone to the side.
“You two seem to be getting along well, huh?” she asked, raising a brow at you with a smile.
You rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing serious Yeji, just sex with some hanging out in between.”
She looked at you with an examining gaze. “He’s just having sex with you, right?” she asked for confirmation.
“I don’t know, I think so. I’m on birth control and we always use condoms so I’m not too worried about it. What, do you think I should get tested or something?” you asked.
“No, no Y/N, nothing like that I meant more of... If you two are just fucking and hanging out sometimes then, are you possibly considering dating him?” she asked.
“Huh? No, why would I date him?” you asked, feeling a trickle of uncertainty trail down your spine. Did it seem like you were interested? It’s not like you didn’t think he was attractive or anything it’s... you didn’t need any more distractions! The sex was enough of a distraction, you didn’t need anything else from him...right?
Yeji held her hands up. “It was just a question, Y/N, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve but... If there was one to hit, maybe ask yourself why?”
Because he’s not what I thought he was...
He’s nice.
He’s funny.
I like him a little more than I think I should-
“No nerve struck, Yeji,” you shrugged. “Just not interested in dating right now.” You tried your best to remain nonchalant but Yeji could tell. There was definitely a nerve she’d struck, and she thinks she knows exactly the one as well.
But, you can lead a horse to water. You can’t make it drink. Even if it’s on the brink of death. The horse must make that decision for itself.
--
When Jungkook received a call at two am from you crying he was stunned to say the least. He’d fallen asleep after studying late for his finals when he heard his phone ringing. A small smile made its way to his face when he saw your name and icon pop up.
Y/N 🐱🔥
“It’s two am baby, you need help going to sleep Y/N-”
“Kook please, she needs help!”
“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, sitting up in bed at the sound of your distressed voice.
“Eden-she’s sick and I don’t know what’s wrong with her... She showed up outside the dorm and laid down and now she is panting hard and-I’m scared, I don’t know what to do about this. I can’t bring her in, the RA would kick my ass-”
“I’ll be there, we’ll take her to the vet, okay? We’ll make sure your kitten’s okay,” he promised. “Wait with her and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Jungkook showed up in ten minutes, and there you stood with the small orange tabby in your arms with tears in your eyes. He put the car in park and jumped out to approach you and the cat.
“Hey, Y/N-baby, don’t cry...” he whispered, trying to keep his voice down. This was the first time he’d seen you this physically upset.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, she’s so sick and I-I don’t know what happened,” you cried.
“Shh, baby,” he cooed, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I have a friend who’s a vet tech, want me to give him a call?” Yoongi would be pissed he called at fuck o’clock in the morning but he’d help when he knew what was happening.
Yoongi could be an asshole but he loved animals.
“Please,” you sniffled.
“Come sit in the car, it’s getting cold,” he said.
A phone call, a very angry Yoongi and several more tears on your end-you and Eden were finally sleeping in the clinic Yoongi worked for. You were passed out in the chair next to Eden’s temporary kennel.
“Once she poops and I can run that sample you can take her home,” Yoongi said. “The on-call vet said she should be okay, just too cold outside for her right now. Seems like she's sensitive to the cold.”
Jungkook sighed and nodded his head. “Yeah, whatever she needs I’ll take care of it.”
Yoongi snickered at him which caused Jungkook to turn a very sharp glare in his direction, to which Yoongi flicked his forehead.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” the older man warned him. “She’s cute, your girlfriend? Prospective girlfriend?” he asked, nodding towards your direction. “Settling down Mr. Campus fuckboy?” He said some brutal things but most people who knew him understood it was just his style of communicating. But Jungkook sighed heavily and Yoongi seemed to understand that this was different. You were different to him.
Jungkook and looked back at you. “She’d never date me,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m just a good fuck to her.”
Yoongi tilted his head in confusion. “Odd, that’s usually the reversed position.”
“I like switching positions,” Jungkook said, with no humor in his voice.
The older man came over and really looked at Jungkook. “You really like her?”
“Something like that,” Jungkook shrugged, turning back to look at you sleeping in the chair. “Whatever she needs, I’ll pay for it.”
“The cat or her?”
Jungkook didn’t answer, he didn’t need to.
You brought Eden home the next morning, a smile on your face as you cuddled the warm ball of fur.
Well, you brought her to Jungkook’s home. You weren’t going to be able to keep her in the dorms so Jungkook’s apartment was going to have to work in the meantime.
He didn’t pitch a fit like you had presumed he would, he was surprisingly understanding and welcoming of the little kitten that had stolen your heart.
Jungkook had bought some stuff from the clinic and Yoongi gave over some supplies they weren’t going to be using for her as well. Even getting her a small baby blue collar with a bell on it to hold her tags.
“I’ll come over to help whenever you want,” you said, turning to drop the kitten on the floor to wander about.
She sniffed around until she flopped on the plush rug and seemed to preen happily. You swooned at her adorable paws and fluffy tail, you’d never been allowed pets at home, so to have one (kinda) now was so meaningful.
Jungkook watched you, his heart sitting heavy in his ribs. He was confused, he was tired. And honestly all he wanted was to lay down. But when you turned to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips he couldn’t help but kiss back eagerly.
“Thank you,” you breathed against his lips. “Thank you for helping her, for helping me.”
“Yeah, of course,” he said, capturing your lips again. He really liked kissing you, finding himself leading you to his couch with his hands wrapping around your waist to grab at the small of your back.
You both tumbled onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, Jungkook kissing and sucking on your neck and collarbones. “Fuck baby,” he breathed, feeling the excitement of having you coursing through his veins.
“K-Kook,” you whined softly, willing to spend the morning fooling around with him. Especially after he helped you and Eden so much. He didn’t even tell you how much it was to give her the emergency treatment.
He promised Yoongi gave him a good deal, but that didn’t mean it was inexpensive.
Yeji’s words lingered in the back of your head but you tried desperately not to think about it too much. Because all you cared about was Jungkook’s hands roaming your body, his sweet lips kissing down your neck and to your chest.
You spent the morning tangled together, the cute purrs of a very sleepy, but content kitten in the background.
--
“You’re leading him on, Y/N,” Yeji said with a soft sigh.
“I am not! He’s not interested in dating me, Yeji, he’s the campus fuckboy-”
“When was the last time you heard him sleeping with someone other than you? When was the last time he was spotted at a party? Y/N, he’s spending all his extra time with you. You and that damned cat.”
Jungkook and you had been spending more and more time together recently. And most of it wasn’t spent fucking. It was hanging out, watching movies, playing with the cat or going out to eat.
“We can be friends that fuck around sometimes,” you twiddled your thumbs.
Yeji sighed and looked down at her papers. “He seems nice, and he likes you, if you don’t want to date him then be honest with him.”
“You were the one who told me to fuck him in the first place!” You lamented.
“Your poor decisions aren’t my fault, neither are your good ones. If you want to have a skewed moral compass that’s fine. But I’m telling you now, don’t lead a guy like him on.”
“A guy like him?” You questioned.
“One that cares about you.”
Fridays were your happy days. You didn’t have any classes and the weekend could be spent doing nothing but your homework, which was minimal, and lazing around with Jungkook and Eden.
The two of you had kinda dubbed Friday’s your days.
You two were watching another movie on the couch, eyes watching the screen. Jungkook was resting back in the cushions, brown orbs fluttering as he struggled to keep them open.
He’d been working extra shifts at the bar, something you hadn’t really noticed. A few projects had been due so you were more focused on getting those done than hanging around with people.
Yeji had whined to you so you decided to hang out with her for the evening the other night.
Jungkook texted you this morning asking if you were busy and wanted to chill. You anticipated a little more than watching a movie but you didn’t want to be pushy, especially since he was so tired.
“Baby,” he called.
He’d started calling you the term of endearment a while back and you hadn’t corrected him, just letting him do whatever he wanted. It was easier than listening to him complain. It also caused flutters to rise in your chest that you promptly ignored each and every time.
“Yeah?” You asked, looking at him.
“What are we?”
The words hung in the air, shocking you entirely.
What could you say to that? Did you... Did you tell him?
No, you couldn’t there wasn’t anything for you to say to him-so in a panic you let out a puff of laughter. Although, Jungkook didn’t share your humor in this situation. And you knew this was going to take a turn for the worse.
“I’m serious, Y/N,” he stated.
“No you’re not Jungkook,” you played it off, the dangerous thudding in your chest making you feel almost sick.
“Y/N,” he said, voice firmer as he sat up and looked at you. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks, but you keep either deflecting me or telling me ‘now isn’t a good time’, when is it gonna be a good time to talk about us?” He asked, eyes glimmering.
“Y-You fuck around with people Jungkook, I’m not interested in dating a fuck boy,” you stammered.
Fuck!
Jungkook’s eyes dimmed.
“Is that all you think of me? Really, Y/N?” He asked. “After everything we’ve done? After everything I...”
He wouldn’t look at you for a moment. Or he couldn’t bring himself to do so. You swallowed thickly and watched as Eden trotted into the room. Jungkook looked to the cat and then to you before letting a defeated chuckle out of his lips.
“Who knew you’d be the one breaking my heart, baby,” he whispered.
Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him. “J-Jungkook,” you said, trying to get a grip on your spiraling thoughts.
“I think you should go,” he said, still not lifting his gaze to yours. You watched as a few drops hit the couch.
Was he…
“Jungkook-”
“Please Y/N? I really can’t hold out long,” he pleaded, voice thick with emotion.
You scrambled to stand up and head to the door. Eden followed after you and you were about to pick her up when Jungkook called. “I’ll still watch her… I have her papers,” he said, voice hoarse like he was keeping his cries back.
“Okay… Goodbye Jungkook,” you said, walking out of his apartment, mind reeling. So much so you didn’t hear him whisper your name in grief.
“Goodbye baby…”
So much for Fridays being your happy days…
You wandered aimlessly for a while. How much time had passed? An hour? Two? Twenty minutes? You really couldn’t be certain, but you found yourself back at your dorm. You walked in and felt wetness on your face.
You were… crying?
No… You were sobbing. Your chest ached, heart pounding in your head. Why were you crying so hard? Did-Did Jungkook really mean that much to you? Or was it because you weren’t going to see Eden again? Even that thought made a sour face appear, because you couldn’t keep lying to yourself.
Because look where it got you.
Alone, all over again.
You crawled into bed and looked at your phone with watery eyes. No messages. Jungkook had been texting you goodnight recently, and asking if you’d eaten.
There was nothing.
No messages, no calls. And you felt like an idiot for expecting one, for even humoring the thought of Jungkook being okay after what you did. You did exactly what Yeji said you shouldn’t. You played with him. You wanted the relationship without the hard parts. Without the uncomfortable topics of feelings and eventual arguments and fights. And that isn’t fair.
Not to Jungkook and not to you either.
But how do you fix it? How do you tell him… that you actually might have feelings for him as well?
Would you even have the opportunity to do that at this point? Some part of you hoped that you would be able to go back to him. To tell him you were sorry.
But there was a bigger part of you that had no idea how to proceed.
You were sitting in the library, Namjoon trying for the fiftieth time to try and explain this portion of your assignment to you.
It had been a week and Jungkook still hadn’t reached out to you. You hadn’t even seen him at school. It was as if he didn’t exist. And that was breaking your heart more and more as time passed by.
Jungkook had become more than a booty call, and you had to him as well. And you completely disregarded his emotions and ran away like a scared puppy. You didn’t even try to listen to him, because at that moment-you didn’t care.
You cared more about your comfort than his emotions and his attempt at creating something more between the two of you.
He’d taken your virginity for fuckssake, but you were the one struggling to commit to him.
“Y/N? What’s going on with you this week? You’re really out of it,” Namjoon said.
You swallowed hard and found tears welling up in your eyes. You’d tried to bury your feelings. You tried to forget about it all. You wanted to move on, but you couldn’t. Because ultimately, you were wrong. You shouldn’t have led Jungkook on. And you shouldn’t have ignored his attempts in the past to possibly move your relationship from a casual arrangement to something more exclusive and intimate.
Possibly life changing at the end of the day.
And there was nothing you could do to stop your tears now.
Because you just wanted him back.
“Y/N? Shit, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, moving closer to support you. “Hey… what’s got you so upset huh?”
“I-I think I like Jungkook,” you cried.
Namjoon reeled back in confusion. “T-The fuckboy?”
“I-I’ve been hanging out with him for months and we’ve fucked around but he saved my cat and I just like talking to him and-and he’s never thought of me as anything other than me… He’s made me feel like a person and not a studying machine… I fucked it up Namjoon,” you sobbed.
The older man was at a loss of what to do for you, you were still in the library and people were starting to look at the pair of you in concern.
“D-Do you want me to call Yeji? Or Hobi? Shit, uh, I c-can call-”
“Y/N!” Yeji’s voice called through the library, walking over as she started to hold you. “Hey, hey,” she cooed. “Come on, let’s get you to your dorm.”
You sniffled helplessly, like a child recovering from a massive meltdown.
“Yeah,” you whispered, gathering your things as you tried to keep your tear stricken face from plain view. People weren’t outright rude to you generally, but you knew that their impression of you was the cold bitch who only knew how to study.
It was the front you’d portrayed for years, until Yeji started to wear it down and Jungkook demolished it completely. Or so you’d hoped. Especially in regards to him.
Unfortunately for both of your hearts, yours wasn’t ready to hear its own call. To hear Jungkook’s.
Yeji managed to get you back to your dorm, and when she shut the door the waterworks started all over again. You clung to the younger girl and sobbed hard.
“Y/N?! Hey! What’s wrong, huh? What’s going on-”
“I fucked up so bad, Yeji!” you sobbed.
Yeji sighed, nodding as she led you to your bed, sitting down with you while brushing your hair away from your face. “What did you say to him, huh?”
“That he didn’t really want a relationship. That I wasn’t interested in dating someone who fucked around,” you cried.
A deeper sigh came from your friend, before a soft chuckle reached your ears. “I didn’t know it would take this much to get you to date him. Or this many tears,” she cooed.
You turned with your watery and puffy face and looked at her. “What do you mean, Yeji?”
She smiled softly. “When you started looking at his pictures you didn’t go for the sexy ones, you looked at all of the soft ones, remember? I knew you weren’t going to be able to resist.”
You looked at her with your watery eyes and she brought you into a tight hug. “I don’t think this is unfixable, Y/N, that man is kinda a big simp for you. You know he hates cats? Or he used to? He saw you with Eden that night and took her in for you, and has been caring for her with you. I think you have a chance to make this right. Just be honest, and apologize.”
You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know where to start,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty.
“‘I’m sorry’ will probably work just fine.”
--
It sounded so easy when Yeji said it last night as she comforted you. But now you stood with Jungkook’s favorite coffee drink and you could feel your hands sweating. And it had nothing to do with the warm drink in your hands. You held another piece of paper in your hand, but you didn’t care as much about that.
At least not anymore.
You were so nervous. More nervous than you had been when you took your entrance exams, more nervous than the finals you just totally flunked. You had retakes coming up because your teachers were just as shocked at your blatant failing as you were. That was part of the project you’d been working on with Namjoon in the library when you had your meltdown the other day.
But honestly, you’d fail them all over again if it meant that Jungkook would forgive you for being such a grade A asshole. Because he didn’t deserve that.
Without any more ceremony, you knocked on the door.
“Coming!” his voice called through the door.
Your heart stammered at the sound. You didn’t realize how much you missed it after a week of not hearing it.
“Yeah-oh... Hi Y/N,” he said, eyes immediately turning distant. You panicked and shoved the coffee towards him.
“I’m failed!”
Jungkook tilted his head, confused at your stammering voice and the drink being pushed towards him. “You... what?” he asked, needing clarification.
You could feel the embarrassment coursing through you. But you’d come too far to quit now, and you needed to apologize at the very least.
“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you said, looking up at him with your sad expression. “I failed. I failed you first. And in turn, I failed myself and... and us,” you said, the words falling from your lips without much thought. And once they started, they didn’t stop.
“I failed my finals,” you whispered. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was supposed to be studying. I couldn’t stop thinking about the nights on the couch when we would cuddle with Eden and drink coffee. I missed our laundry days, I missed watching movies. I-I missed you. I fucked up, I disregarded your feelings because I wasn’t ready to accept my own... It was wrong of me and I-I’m sorry,” you breathed.
He seemed stunned.
And to be honest, he was. You weren’t known for apologizing for anything. You had this front that Jungkook could see through the moment he’d approached you in the library. At first he thought you were just hot and wanted to fuck, but as you two started to hang out more, and fuck more, he found that he just thought your closeness and tender heart with tsundere exterior was cute.
Now that you’re here, apologizing to his face. He knew how much this must’ve taken, he’d have to thank Yeji for helping you once more. No doubt the time apart had hurt you just as much as it had him. And he was surprised when he didn’t even want to drown his sorrows in another woman, or alcohol. He just looked at the few photos of you in his phone and snuggled that damned cat he was certain would be the death of him.
But, that was all a conversation you two could have later.
Right now, he was interested in the paper in your hand.
“What are you holding?” he asked, in lieu of an answer.
“My final,” you said, looking at him with your beautiful eyes he swore he could get lost in sometimes.
“Why did you bring your final to me?”
“Because I failed. I failed almost all my finals this semester.”
Jungkook was shocked, because you’d said it but he didn’t necessarily expect you to fail that badly. Was it failing in your eyes or in the eyes of actual academia?
“What did you get?” he asked.
“Thirty-seven percent,” you said with a hot face.
Jungkook was stunned now. Because that was failing. No doubt about it. “W-what? Baby that’s awful... I’m sorry-”
“You called me baby,” you whispered. A small smile on your face. “C-Can I come in?”
He sighed and opened the door, letting you inside of his apartment. You moved inside and set his coffee down on the counter before Eden came trotting into the entryway with a very loud meeeooowwww!
“She’s been such a little shit,” he laughed. “I think she missed you, mommy.”
“I missed you,” you said to the cat, a smile on your features as she rubbed against you and meowed happily. She flopped down on her side and you rubbed her face and belly, surprisingly remaining unscathed. When she seemed content and pranced away you stood and turned to Jungkook again. “I missed you too. A lot.”
Jungkook smiled at you. “I missed you too, baby,” he said. “I accept your apology.”
Your heart hammered in your chest, looking at him with a tenderness he didn’t see coming. “I-I want to be with you, Jungkook.”
He came closer, bringing you into his arms, kissing your temple. “Then that’s where you’ll be, baby. With me.”
With that he moved his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your lower back and squeezing you tight to his body. You sighed happily, curling into his warmth and embrace as you felt the course of want throb through your body. Jungkook’s hand moved from your lower back to your ass and squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smirked. “Yeah? Wanna have make up sex?”
You flushed at his blatant egging you on, but you also hadn’t had him in so long and you really wanted to kiss him and hold him. As mushy and gross as that was, it made your heart flutter to know he wanted you just as much. You didn’t want to be ashamed of the joy this man brought you. So you kissed him back as your answer, following his lead to his bedroom. Jungkook squeezed your hips and kicked his door shut.
“Jump baby,” he encouraged. You did as he asked and jumped into his waiting arms, making a soft squeak when his hands grabbed onto your ass.
“Jungkook,” you murmured, kissing his jaw and up to his ear. He sighed in pleasure as your sweet mouth worked eager pecks into his skin, causing goosebumps to raise along his arms and neck.
“Yes, fuck...” he groaned, cradling your neck as he carried you to his bed.
After a few more hot kisses he laid you down carefully, towering over you with a hungry expression on his face, but also feeling oddly emotional to have you now.
“Gonna fuck you baby,” he promised, bringing his lips to yours once more. His mouth was warm and comforting as he teased his tongue inside. You let him in and let the heady kiss continue to fuck you up more and more.
“Want you,” you breathed. “I always want you, Jungkook... Want to be yours,” you whispered.
“You are mine,” he growled, capturing your mouth again and again. It seemed you could barely breathe without him trying to steal the very words and breath from your lungs through his kiss.
You lifted your legs to cage in his waist as he started to press you further and further into the bed. With devious hands you tugged on his shirt to pull it off his body. He let you, allowing the material to fall to the floor and surging back to connect your mouths.
It didn’t occur to you how much Jungkook liked kissing you until you had him trying to suck your soul out of your mouth like this. But it only added to the heat and desire in the situation. To be desired and to desire someone, it was consuming the two of you in this moment.
You were consuming each other. And you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop. Ever.
“Jungkook~” you called when he started sucking on your neck and shoulder. He bit down and caused your legs to squeeze his waist from the pleasure.
“Yes baby, fuck...” he encouraged, dipping on hand under your skirt to touch your soaking core. “So wet...” he marveled, licking and sucking his way back to your mouth. “Let me touch?”
“Yes! Please, please touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips forward. You’d been with Jungkook several times at this point. You knew what to do to make him crazy, and how to pleasure yourself with his body against yours.
He groaned, your pleading tone making his cock throb with need. “Want my fingers pretty? Want me to make you cum on my tongue?”
You nodded quickly, the idea of his hot mouth on your aching center had you mewling his name. “Jungkook! Jungkook please,” you cried.
“Of course, love eating your little cunt,” he moaned, pushing your skirt up and away from your center. His greedy hands pulling your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time before connecting his mouth to your wet heat.
“Jungkook!” you cried, head falling back into his sheets as he pleasured you. “Fuck, feels so good!” You found your hand tangling into his hair, tugging as he licked at your clit with his tongue flattened.
If there was one way Jungkook would like to go out of this world, it was with his head between your thighs, because he was sure this was the closest thing to heaven. You tasted incredible to him, and your sweet whimpers and mewls while he ate you out drove him insane in the best way.
You were writhing in pleasure, Jungkook pushing two fingers inside your heat to egg you closer to the orgasm you desperately craved. He moaned when you gave his hair another sharp tug, making his hips buck into the mattress to try and relieve the pressure in his lower stomach and throbbing cock.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Taste s’good,” he slurred against your pussy. It made your mind dizzy with how much he enjoyed pleasuring and tasting you. You worried about it when you first started having sex. You thought men didn’t particularly like it, and before you’d even started you worried he wouldn’t like it or wouldn’t be interested in doing it but boy oh boy. Jungkook very quickly proved you wrong.
He seemed to get off on it almost as much as you.
“Jungkook!” you whined, feeling his fingers thrusting inside you gingerly to ease you into opening up. “Baby~”
“That’s it, my good girl,” he purred, licking at your clit again to give you the extra push he knew would send you over the edge into bliss.
Your legs tensed around his head and Jungkook moaned into your core as you found yourself being thrown into your orgasm with little warning. “Jungkook! Fuck, I’m cumming!”
He eased you through it, gingerly thrusting his fingers while softly kissing your core. “Good girl, cum for me...”
“Baby... Need you, let me suck your dick? Please? Wanna taste you too,” you pleaded, reaching for his pants.
Jungkook was a weak man for his girlfriend begging to suck his dick. Especially when his girlfriend was you. Your sweet pleading eyes looking at him. How could he resist?
“Of course baby, all for you...” He said, standing up to pull his pants and boxers off in one swift motion while you tugged your shirt and bra off frantically, tossing them to meet his on the floor.
Once you two were naked, Jungkook approached with his hard cock in his hand as he slowly pumped himself to relieve the desperate ache he felt. “Gonna suck me baby?” he asked, watching with hooded eyes as you lowered yourself to the floor on your knees.
“Yes, wanna suck you off,” you said, kissing his lower stomach with tender kisses. Jungkook sighed happily at your sweet mouth but soon you were replacing his hand with your own, pumping his length while biting your lip and looking into his eyes with your demure gaze. “You know, I’ve never been one for nicknames in the bedroom... but I think I can make an exception...”
Jungkook raised his brows at you, hips jolting at the thought of you calling him a name in the bedroom. You’d kept it pretty basic with ‘baby’ and his name, which wasn’t a bad thing. He much preferred your helpless cries of pleasure than any name...
But, Jungkook was also a rather simple man in the bedroom and he had the common name kink.
“Gonna call me daddy baby?” he asked, teasing your lip with his thumb.
“If you want,” you said, licking his tip and opening your mouth to let some of his cock move inside your warmth.
“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded. “I want you to, please baby...”
“Yes daddy,” you purred, taking his cock deeper in yet.
Jungkook dropped his head back, succumbing to the pleasure that was your pretty mouth. You had learned rather quickly how to suck his dick and he couldn’t say he wasn’t appreciative. It wasn’t easy to learn someone else’s pleasure and how they liked to be treated and handled outside the basic respectful ways, but you had always known his tells and spots almost right out the gate.
It was honestly almost annoying at first. But fuck if it didn’t feel amazing right now. You massaged the tip with your tongue while gently bobbing your head along his shaft and palming his balls with a firm yet careful grip.
His hand came to collect your hair in a ponytail that he gathered in his fist as you kept sucking him off. His mind reeled with the pleasure your hot mouth gave him, his abs clenching gently at your gags and chokes as you continued to push his cock further down your throat.
“Yessss, baby, fuck-lemme fuck your throat? Huh? You’ve gotten so much better at it,” he asked, raising an attractive brow at you and you couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your thighs.
“Whatever you want, I’m yours,” you said, opening your mouth further and letting him grab your head a little firmer before starting to shallowly thrust inside your mouth and throat.
You inhaled through your nose, easing your throat to relax as he kept thrusting gingerly. “Doing good baby, keep breathing, fuck-argh, your little mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.
You gagged softly as his dick hit the back of your throat and even pushed a little beyond. But the expression he wore on his face made your thighs clench. He looked so fucking hot like this, eyes hooded and glazed with lust and sweat starting to form on his temples. You wanted to please him, so you swallowed causing his thighs to tremble slightly from the pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N, need to fuck you now. Or I’m gonna bust down your throat,” he sighed, pulling you off of him and licking his lips. “Want me inside you baby?”
You nodded, getting up and heading to the bed. Just as Jungkook went to the bedside table to grab a condom you reached for his hand.
“Hey... You haven’t fucked anyone else right?” you asked, voice small and soft.
He shook his head. “No baby, not since we started.”
“Then... I’m on the pill, if you want to go raw?” you asked, voice sheepish.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You-You want to?”
You flushed in embarrassment but nodded. Because it was true. You did want to have him that way. “I-I want to know what it’s like.”
He moved in closer to kiss you, watching you drop back onto his bed and nestling into his sheets. Jungkook brought his hand to your center to find you soaking, making a soft smirk spread across his features. “Want me to fill your pussy baby? Want me to cum inside you?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes please daddy, fill me up?” you begged.
Jungkook wasn’t going to deny a request as sweet as that. “Spread your legs,” he said, moving his hands from your center to hook into your knees as you moved to accommodate him between your thighs.
“Please baby... don’t make me wait anymore, I missed you so much,” you whimpered.
“No more teasing baby, I’ll put it in,” he promised, running his cock between your lips to get it wet with your juices before he pushed in slowly.
You whined as you felt the full feeling of him moving inside of you. “Kook~” you mewled, reaching for his hand. He intertwined your fingers, bringing his other hand to your thigh to hold it in place.
“Yeah baby? Feel good?” he asked, setting a steady rhythm that had your heart thudding in your chest.
“Yes daddy! Feels so fucking good, love your cock in me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand as he picked up the pace and started pushing into you faster.
“Wanna fuck you hard baby, wanna fuck your pretty pussy full of my cum,” he growled, moving to kiss and suck at your chest. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck as he thrusted inside you.
You could feel every inch of him. As practical and smart as condoms were, holy shit this felt incredible. You could feel him, the heat of his cock and the hardness that sent your mind into a dizzy swirl of arousal and desire.
“Please... Please fuck me baby, wanna feel your cum,” you hiccuped, crying out when he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.
You felt a shiver of bliss run across your body, Jungkook’s body moving on top of yours and creating the desperate ache of your orgasm building within you.
Jungkook was panting against your skin, holding your leg up as he pounded into your wet heat over and over again, making his own mind swirl in desperation. “Fuck... fucking tight pussy, you feel so fucking good baby... Like my cock inside you? Like me fucking you hard?”
“Yes! Yes daddy!” you sobbed, gripping his back and digging your nails in as Jungkook groaned in pleasure.
“Such a wet little cunt, you like this big dick huh baby? Like daddy fucking you hard with his big cock, like a good little slut. Feels so good, shit,” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours and encouraging you to grind your hips against his. “Yes, just like that.”
“Kook! Kook! Baby,” you cried, moving to kiss him as he aggressively fucked you into his mattress. The lewd sounds of skin clapping together filled the room, your moans and cries flooding Jungkook’s ears.
“Yes, fuck yes give it to me baby, fuck yourself stupid on my cock,” he snarled, biting down on your shoulder as you tugged his hair. “Want to see you cream baby, need to feel your tight pussy cum on me.”
Jungkook kept his pace firm inside of you, effectively slamming you into his mattress as you held onto him for dear life. He hadn’t been rough with you like this in a while, but it was also not aggressive in the way you thought it would be. Even though he was fucking you like a savage, it was from a place of passion. He couldn’t hold himself back because you felt too good, he wanted to feel you.
Every inch of him filled you and had you gasping and clinging to him. “Please baby, wanna cum! Wanna cum for you daddy, make me cum for you?” You pleaded.
“Of course, pretty girl, I’ll make your pussy cum hard for me. Make you cream this cock,” he panted. “Want to see my cum pouring from your cunt, fuck!”
“Then give it to me,” you said, your legs hooking behind his back as he fucked into you harshly.
“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, bringing his thumb to your clit to urge you closer to the edge he found himself rapidly approaching. It had been a while since he’d had sex with you and he hadn’t gone raw in a long while and he knew he wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he’d hope for.
But you didn’t seem to be too concerned about it, just as eager to cum for him as he was for you.
“Cum baby! Please, right there! So close,” you cried.
“Y/N! Baby! Fuck,” he growled out as he bucked his hips into your aggressively while painting your insides white with his thick cum. You gasped at the feeling of his cum inside you and it threw you over the edge into your own orgasm.
Jungkook ground against you harshly, whining his release. “Fuck baby... Made me cum so fucking hard, good girl,” he mumbled out, bringing his lips to yours sweetly. “Breathe baby, breathe with me.”
You followed him, looking into his bleary eyes with your own fucked out ones.
It wasn’t nearly as long as it usually was, but you didn’t give a damn because it was some of the most intense sex the two of you had thus far.
Hopefully there were more fun things like that in your future.
Meeeeooooowwww!
You and Jungkook startled at Eden moving out of his closet.
“Oh what the fuck, did the cat watch us?” Jungkook lamented.
“She doesn’t care-”
“How did she even get in here?!” he sighed, already coming down from his orgasm as he pulled out of you. His eyes connected with your dripping core and he couldn’t help himself. He moved forward to lick your center when the cat jumped up on the bed.
“Hi baby,” you cooed and Jungkook sighed.
“I’m a little busy cat,” he grumbled, looking at your center with wanton desire. You smiled and sat up to place a sweet kiss on his forehead.
“Want to get in the shower?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “She hates water.”
“Yes, lets go-”
Meeeeooowww!
“Shut up cat!”
You giggled at the two of them before leading Jungkook into the bathroom. Your hearts beat against each other as you pulled each other into the shower. Jungkook’s hands were quick to settle on your hips and you could feel the relief at being in his arms again.
It had taken a little finessing, but finally you were able to speak your mind. Speak your truth to Jungkook.
He’d given you his heart and you’d given him yours in turn, and you’d cherish this for as long as you could. You weren’t sure if you were destined to be, you weren’t sure if you’d last a month dating.
But it didn’t matter. At this moment, you two were together.
And that was enough.
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It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) | JJK (PART 2)
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At thirty-two, you thought you had your life figured out. That is until you received a call one day:
"You need to go to Gangwon Police Station now. There are two people here: One thirty-something male claiming to be your husband, and the other is a three-year-old girl claiming to be your daughter. They say they won't leave unless you, the mom of the family, pick them up."
Or alternatively,
a series of events where you fall in love with Jungkook, become a mom, solve your dead best friend's case, and wriggle out of old money's grasp, but not necessarily in this order. (Maybe all at once. Who knows?)
Genre and warnings: enemies to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining, OMG there is only one bed, forced proximity, cohabitating, enemies to friends to lovers, co-parenting, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, car accidents, law, this fic is originally written as an AOT au, but i've changed it to a JJK one, so please pardon any Japanese terms mentioned (they're not too relevant anyway) some of the characters are from aot too. i'm too lazy to change them haha
Pairing: Police Lieutenant! Jungkook x Lawyer!!Reader
PART 1 HERE
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You thought kissing Jungkook felt like coming home. Unfortunately, you never had one.If you did, it was only temporary, and the house was not yours.
You were just leasing it.
After the trip, you and Jungkook did not dare talk about what happened in the mountain. You ignored his attempt at a dialogue and made an excuse that you were busy with work.
Younger Jungkook would have exploded, but he was from that or even from the Jungkook you knew last month. He grew to be more understanding and less provoking.
Admittedly, he felt guilty for kissing you. Because as much as he painfullycraved it, he couldn't say the same thing for you.
If you liked it, then why were you hiding from him? Why were you going back and forth to Busan and Seoul these days?
Why were you...leaving him again?
"Where are you going?" Jungkook's eyes twitched when he saw you carrying a big bag. It had been two weeks since the family trip ended. He knew it was unfair of him to demand you move onif you truly hated it, but seeing you go as far as leaving him and Hanni behind made him feel dejected.
"Just out." You replied curtly, not bothering to look at him while you put on your sneakers. Jungkook's first instinct was to go near you and help you tie your shoelace. You were already this old, yet you still couldn't wear your shoes properly.
"Will you be back soon?" Jungkook stayed rooted in his spot; his puppy eyes went unnoticed by you.
"Not sure yet. You'll pick up Hanni from the daycare, right? Then, I'll leave everything to you. Bye." You were out of the door before Jungkook could reply to you. You did not lie to him this time. You were unsure as to what time you'd be back.
You were going to the Jeon's residence today. Jungkook's mother had been cajoling you to visit her. She said it would be better if you went alone since bringing Jungkook with you would just ruin her mood. Jungkook never gave his mother a breather. He always dissuaded her from eating the food she liked and moving around the house a lot. He said she should sit prettily on the couch and not worry about anything. How was that even possible? Jungkook's mother disliked being idle, so she told you to bring a big bag as she intended to pick some produce with you in her garden.
The drive to Jeon's residence took fifteen minutes. You deliberated going to your family's house first, but you remembered no one lived there anymore. Your parents had long since migrated abroad.
Besides, you'd rather deal with a bubbly lady than your easily irritated mother. Mrs. Jeon welcomed you happily.
"Daughter-in-law!" The old woman excitedly raised her arms to embrace you. You flashed a smile at Mrs. Jeon, crouching down so you could hug her.
Mrs. Jeon was in a wheelchair. She had a hard time walking after her leg surgery years ago. This was why Jungkook still lived with his mother despite being in his early thirties. He was simply being a filial son. He didn't trust his father to be responsible enough to care for his sickly mother.
But things changed when Sora died. Mrs. Jeon convinced Jungkook to move in with you. She said she could handle herself and even agreed to have a caregiver look after her. Mrs. Jeon liked you since you were a child. She said you were the only one who could keep Jungkook grounded.You never really understood what she meant by this. You didn't ask, either. One of the perks of this was that you and Jungkook didn't have a hard time explaining your fake romantic engagement to her. Mrs. Jeon had been calling you daughter-in-lawas long as you could remember. For her, what you and Jungkook had was real. She wouldn't believe otherwise.
"Hi, mum." You humored the old lady. Her smile stretched when you called her mother. She peppered your cheeks with kisses.
"Perfect timing! Frieda and Kiyomi just left. The soup I made is still hot. Come, I'll ladle some for you." Mrs. Jeon pushed the wheelchair herself. You quickly caught up to her and helped.
"The social workers have visited you already?" You were shocked. Frieda called you to ask for Mrs. Jeon's phone number. She said she and Kiyomi would visit Jungkook's mother next week. Admittedly, this was why you went to the Jeon residence today. You wanted to brief Mrs. Jeon on what she could and could not say to the social workers. You never thought Frieda would not keep her word. Damn it.
"Yes. They're such lovely people. Don't worry, my girl. I'm very obedient. I didn't say anything bad against you and my son. I love my granddaughter, too. I want her to be happy." Sora and Mrs. Jeon were close to each other—probably because of their love for food. Mrs. Jeon often visited the Kang restaurant. She particularly loved seafood, so Jungkook often had to plead with Niccolo not to serve lobsters to his mom.
"As expected of my mother-in-law." You beamed, "Can you tell me what happened during their visit?"
Mrs. Jeon happily indulged you while you drank soup and ate other dishes. You were having a taste test to know what Jungkook and Hanni would like.
"How are you and my son, by the way? When is the wedding?" Mrs. Jeon looked at you fondly; guilt shot at your heart.
It was difficult to lie to her. How were you supposed to say that you were actively avoiding Jungkook? That looking at her son made you so anxious you wanted to vomit? Were you supposed to say you were scared of fucking things up that you'd rather act coldly to Jungkook? That you'd rather ruin something that hadn't even started?
The past two weeks had been nothing but torture for Jungkook. You snapped at him every time you two crossed paths.
It was as if you were back to your old self, crawling back to your hard shell and painting your walls blue.
Jungkook was frustrated, but all he could do was swallow his pride because this was his fault.He thought he ignored your boundaries just cause he felt the moment was right, so all he could do now was look at you pathetically like a damn dog gaining back its master's favor.
The day after the trip was the worst. You did not go home for two days, granted that it was for a business trip, but you were being too dodgy. You wouldn't talk to Jungkook and only say a few things if Hanni was on the other line.
Jungkook tried snatching the phone from Hanni. However, you instantly ended the call when his face resurfaced on the phone screen.
When you cooked food for them, you only cooked vegetables. There were barely any sweets, and it's making Hanni agitated. Jungkook couldn't do anything but swallow a spoonful of goya champuru. Blegh! Too bitter!
The weekend was Jungkook's breaking point. Hanni was out with her Uncle Taehyung for two days. The social workers didn't restrict who the kid could spend her weekends with. Besides, Taehyung was trustworthy. Jungkook's heart was at ease knowing that Taehyung was dating Jimin Park. Hanni was in good hands for the weekend.
All Jungkook had to worry about was you. Saturday morning was the first red flag. Jungkook spotted a bouquet of roses on the doorstep.
He immediately assumed it was the same person who gave you those damn baby breaths. Worse? You displayed it on the center table!
Jungkook sulked so badly you could practically taste his bitterness in your mouth. His daisies were ignored! Jungkook did not dare replace the roses with daisies because of how piercing your glare was.
On that same Saturday night, Jungkook felt like crying. You were wearing a sparkly black dress that made your skin pop. You had your red lips on. He almost had a mental breakdown looking at your lips.
He couldn't help but ask where you were going.
"Date." You replied impassively.
It was over for Jungkook. You were probably going out with the person who gave you the roses!
Jungkook waited for you to go home that Saturday night, but you did not. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy—you almost flinched when you saw him on Sunday. Jungkook was so embarrassed and pissed that he didn't go out the whole day.
In the following days, Jungkook observed that you were always on your phone. He instantly assumed you were giggling while texting with your date.
Perhaps you're meeting with him now? Would you go to Seoul? Was that the reason you had your big bag?
In reality, your big bag was now full of food. Mrs. Jeon made a week's worth of food for you, Jungkook, and Hanni. You two hadn't even gone to the garden yet. You guessed she was over the moon after you told her you and Jungkook were doing better.
It was a white lie, alright? You couldn't bear breaking this old woman's heart.
"This is everything I cooked. Now, come. Let's go to my garden and get you some vegetables. Hanni loves mashed potatoes. I happen to have a lot of potatoes today." Mrs. Jeon wheeled her wheelchair to the garden.
You followed her with a huge smile on your face. Who would have thought food could make you this happy?
Or maybe the thought of cooking for your loved ones was what made you happy.
"Forgive your useless mother-in-law." Mrs. Jeon was apologetic as she watched you pick vegetables all by yourself. She couldn't crouch down as it would only hurt her leg. The old woman sounded solemn. At this point of your life, you understood that you didn't always have to speak up or refute someone's statement—even when they're being pessimistic about themselves. Sometimes, they were only ranting for the sake of it.They just needed someone to listento them because it was not like they didn't know their situation. They were the ones who had problems.You couldn't always offer them solutions because, almost 100% of the time, they had most likely thought of what you thought.
Truth be told, Mrs. Jeon sighed at your silence and felt more at ease to voice out her feelings, "I've been a burden to my husband and my Jungkook-boy since my leg has become useless. Sometimes, I wish the heavens would have mercy and just take me away."
This was something you couldn't tolerate. You stopped picking vegetables to grab Mrs. Jeon's hand. Your grip was tight.
"It's just hard, you know?" Mrs. Jeon gripped your hand, too. She lovingly stroked your fingers like Jungkook did when you couldn't sleep. "I'm the mother of our family, but I've become like a child. I find it hard to bathe myself; I can't control my food, and my leg always hurts. Jungkook couldn't find a wife because he feels the need to take care of me."
You couldn't speak about Mrs. Jeon's pain, but you could talk about the truth about Jungkook. You stared at the old lady and said, "I don't think Jungkook minds. He loves you a lot."
He really did. Jungkook would rather swallow the embarrassment of being called a mama's boyif it meant his mother was happy and healthy. Mrs. Jeon knew this as well. Tears welled up in her eyes. She sobbed imperceptibly.
"He does, doesn't he? My Jungkook is such a good boy. I was so scared when the doctors told me I needed to get surgery. They said it will leave a big scar."
Mrs. Jeon was wearing a long, thick dress since her leg was sensitive to the cold, but she held the hem of her dress as if she wanted to raise it and show you something.
"I cried for days. Jungkook-boy comforted me, but I was inconsolable. My leg will be a reminder of my hardship. I don't want that."
Don't we all? The voice inside your head answered. You had scars, too. It was just that yours was not visible to the eyes—your heart was scarred and battered. People might laugh if you told them your greatest heartbreak was law school, as it would appear insignificant compared to life-threatening problems, but that's the thing. Your pain only seemed irrelevant because they were comparingit to something else.No one saw you shedding tears and losing sleep and dignity whenever your professors threw hurtful words to crush your confidence.
"My surgery went well, but the pain I felt did not get any better. I hated looking at my scars. Until one day..." Mrs. Jeon was hit with a wave of memories. The corner of her mouth twitched. She raised the hem of her dress.
Your breathing hitched as you saw her leg. It was covered with colorful stars. They were tattooed on her skin perfectly.
"It's pretty," your eyes glistened with amazement. You asked Mrs. Jeon if you could trace the stars with your fingers. She happily agreed.
"It was Jungkook's idea. That boy is really thoughtful." Mrs. Jeon saw that Jungkook was affected by her pain. Jungkook was so down he could barely think, but one day, Jungkook went home with a smile on his face. He was humming an unfamiliar song. Mrs. Jeon asked what got him vibrating with excitement.
“Someone sang a song for me. “Jungkook creased his eyes and crouched down. Without any more words, he exposed his newly tattooed skin to his mother.
"Jungkook-boy got a tattoo to convince me to get one myself. It's to show me it's not painful. It’s pretty; now I can look at my leg without crying."
Oh.
Your mind blanked for a moment. You tried to imagine Jungkook and where he could have gotten his tattoo. He was a police officer. He couldn't have had it tattooed somewhere visible to everyone.
Maybe he had one on his leg, too?
No. You had seen him wear shorts before. Perhaps he had it tattooed on his back?
You couldn't stop obsessing about Jungkook's tattoo as you and Mrs. Jeon roamed around her garden. Your second bag was almost full of produce. You told Mrs. Jeon you'd gotten enough for the month.
"That's good. Let's just roam around for a bit, okay? Fresh air is good."
You gave into the old woman's wish. Their garden was big. Your mouth went agape with how pretty the flowers were.
"Did you plant these yourself?" You plucked a small flora and placed it behind Mrs. Jeon's ear. She giggled.
"Yes, although Jungkook maintains them for me. He's a flower enthusiast himself. I'm convinced it's the flowers that he can't leave, not me." She chuckled, "Come, I'll show you his beloved flowers."
You walked for a few more meters before coming face to face with Jungkook's mini flower plantation.
"What do you think? Beautiful, isn't it?" Mrs. Jeon asked.
It took you a long time to respond. Your mouth had gone dry, and you felt like a lump was stuck in your throat. As a lawyer, nothing really surprised you anymore. You had dealt with pathological liars, brutal killers, and more.
But the thing before you shocked you to the core. Shivers ran through your spine while looking at Jungkook's flowers.
Daisies.
Jungkook had a daisy plantation. They're different colors, looking suspiciously like the ones he displayed on Sora's home daily.
Your legs weakened. You had to hold onto the wheelchair bar so you wouldn't fall. Suddenly, the past two weeks felt like a bad joke to you.
Your heart constricted, feeling your stomach drop, too.
"Sweetheart, are you okay? Your face is pale." Jungkook's mom told you to crouch down so she could see your face properly. She saw the light trembling of your lips and your reddish eyes.
Mrs. Jeon felt like she was looking at your younger self. This was the same expression you wore when Jungkook told his parents and your parents that you had kicked him. This was the face you made when you felt you had fucked up.
"You can tell me what's bothering you." Her gentle voice made you want to cry. Looking at Jungkook's mother hit close to home. You had not thrown a tantrum in years, but as you faced this old woman, you thought it wouldn't be so bad if you screamed and kicked your feet out of frustration.
The frustration you felt for yourself as you continuously fuck everything up.
"Mum, what should I do?" You whispered like a lost lamb. Mrs. Jeon caressed your cheeks before holding your head to her lap.
"It's alright," she assured you. "You're allowed not to do anything. Come, let's get you something to eat first. There's nothing food can't solve."
You couldn't eat, though. You were just going to puke it since your stomach was still turning. And so the old woman diverted your mind to crocheting and playing music. When the sun had set, Mrs. Jeon insisted on feeding you again, but you told her you wanted to cook for your family, which seemed to do the trick.
Truthfully, Mrs. Jeon felt guilty feeding you a bunch of stuff while her son and grandchild were probably eating garbage.
"Alright, alright. I'll let you go now." Mrs. Jeon shooed you away after putting more food in your bag. "Drive safely. I'll see you soon, my pretty daughter-in-law!"
You hopped into your car and drove away. You had never been this excited to come back home.
***
The drive back to the Kang' residence felt like an eternity. You were itching to see Jungkook so much that you almost ran inside.
"Hi?" Jungkook was startled to see your panting face. He was having dinner alone when you suddenly emerged in the dining room.
"H-Hi." You greeted back; your breathing was still ragged.
Jungkook noticed the two big bags in your hands, his eyes dilating. He immediately waltzed to your direction and helped you carry them.
"Oh, damn. It's heavy. What the hell is all this?" Jungkook struggled to place the bags on the countertop. How did you manage to carry them all the way here?
Adrenaline.
Your mind had tricked you that you were in danger—like you were going to have a heart attack if you didn't see Jungkook now.
"They're from your mother." You ran out of lies, and frankly, you were tired of them.
"Oh?" Jungkook stood frozen for a second before inspecting the bags. He saw the familiar dishes his mother usually cooked.
All at once, Jungkook's heavy heart felt light. The stones had been lifted.
You were out all day visiting his beloved mother?
"She didn't want me to tell you. But don't worry," you waved your hand in dismissal, "We didn't eat lobster. She's fine."
Jungkook watched you suspiciously, but then your treacherous stomach suddenly growled. Instantly, Jungkook's lips curved into a smirk.
"You didn't eat lobster. Did you even eat at all?"
"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes on him.
It was good how you and Jungkook could immediately fall back to your old selves. You guessed Jungkook had long since touched your soul that fighting and making up didn't amount to much.
"Where's Hanni? Why are you eating alone?"
"Oh. She ate earlier. She's sleeping now. You know that kid well. She said she'll have more energy for her playdate with the Lee kids tomorrow if she sleeps now." Jungkook went back to the table. He was doing okay but suddenly became agitated as he opened a plastic bag of takeout food.
"I didn't know you were coming home tonight, so I only bought this for you." Jungkook brought out one oyster pail from the plastic.
The savory smell of your favorite Chinese food wafted in the room. Your stomach growled louder.
This time, you didn't shy away from the sound. Your mind was elsewhere—something more important:
Jungkook thought you weren't coming home, yet he still brought your favorite food.
The realization felt like a slap in the face. You almost lost your balance because of the impact of his actions.
This man was really...
"I'm sorry I didn't buy an extra portion of dumplings." Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, misunderstanding your silence. He honestly thought you were back to being mad because of dumplings.
Pain shot at your heart. Just how cruel were you to him these past two weeks that he thought he wasn't doing enough?
"It's okay. Thank you-u." You stuttered while trying to hide the pain in your voice. Jungkook watched as you sat on the chair, broke the chopsticks into two, and wordlessly ate your food.
Jungkook couldn't see your eyes as you ate with your head down. He sighed, and after watching you for a few more seconds, he sat down and ate with you.
The silence was deafening but not unwelcome. You needed this peace before the storm. 
The drizzling started after finishing your food. Jungkook offered to wash the dishes. You did not fight him and simply nodded.
Jungkook thought you'd return to your room since you no longer have a business here. However, he was surprised when not only did you stay—you also stayed close to him.
"Uh..." Jungkook glanced at you from the side. The silence earlier was not awkward, but this one was.
"Why?" You leaned on the countertop and folded your arms across your chest. You stared at him lazily, "Go on. Wash the dishes."
Jungkook was in a dilemma here. You see, he didn't want to wash the dishes while you were around. Or rather, he didn't want you to see him put on the washing gloves.
"What's wrong?" You furrowed your brow when Jungkook didn't move.
"Don't tell me you don't want to work in front of your empress?"
Jungkook still did not move. His lips were glued together.
The drizzling turned into light rain.
"Fine then." You shrugged nonchalantly. Jungkook breathed out, thinking you had given up. But lawyers like you did not know how to give up.
You pushed through. You thrivedto get what you wanted.
You grabbed Jungkook's right hand. He wasn't expecting your action, so you saw how his hand balled into a fist. He didn't flinch, though—never. 
Never from you.
As usual, Jungkook was wearing his silver Versace watch. You weren't sure why it took you long to notice something about him, but now that you did, you couldn't stop obsessing about it:
Jungkook was wearing his wristwatch on his right hand despite his left hand being his non-dominant one.
It perfectly complemented his silver engagement ring, but this practice was still out of the ordinary for many.
The light rain turned moderate.
You were still grasping Jungkook's hand. You stared at it with your blazing gaze. Jungkook saw how hard you bit your lip—like looking at his hand was a complex puzzle you couldn't solve.
The staring lasted a few minutes before you caressed his hand with both your hands. Jungkook's heart was in his throat. He could only watch helplessly as you removed his wristwatch.
The action only lasted seconds but felt like an eternity for Jungkook. It was tortureto have your soft hand kneading his wrist.
His wrist was tattooed.
So your hunch was correct, huh?
Jungkook really did have his wrist tattooed. You surveyed the design with a dry mouth, a hammering chest, and blurry eyes.
Jungkook had a bracelet tattoo—the bracelet was made with flowers.
But it wasn't just flowers—they were aquamarine daisies.
"Nice tattoo," you whispered as you traced your fingers on it.
You could hear Jungkook's shallow breathing when he hummed in response, "Yeah. It's dedicated to my empress. Her Majesty's born in March."
March was your birth month. The assigned birthstone for this month was aquamarine.
"Your empress didn't know she has such a dedicated subject." Your eyelashes fluttered, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck.
Jungkook gazed salaciously at your exposed skin. He suddenly thought if he were to be a vampire, it wouldn’t be too bad...
"I don't dare tell her. I don't think Her Majesty likes me very much." It took me a long time to figure out my feelings, too. But I didn’t want to run away from her—I didn’t want to run away from you.
Jungkook’s unspoken thoughts remained unspoken, though. He feared he’d scared you again. You two were barely talking. Jungkook didn’t know if tonight was a miracle because it sure felt like it was. Seeing you here was already enough. 
“Her Majesty can be a little dense, huh?” You dropped his wrist, but your hand made its way to cupped his jaw. Jungkook was a big man, but he purred.Like a cat, he couldn’t help but nuzzle his face to your hand.
“Nah, I’m just too presumptuous. How could a mere servant dare kiss Her Majesty?” Jungkook’s voice was solemn. This was his way of subtly apologizing for his actions. He couldn’t apologize to you directly as it might ruin your mood.
 But you were done pretending. You didn’t want subtlety anymore. What you realized at the Jeon’s garden shook your heart. You felt like you were deprived of oxygen after chain-smoking for so long.
It might be too late, but you wanted to quit. You wanted to give your lungs air that went by the name Jungkook,so you did just that.
The moderate rain turned into a thunderstorm. 
You did not care about the lightning and thunder. All you could think about was the feeling of Jungkook’s lips against yours.
They are soft—was your first thought. But it’s not enough.You wanted more of him.
You grabbed Jungkook’s face and kissed him harder. It took him a few seconds to respond, thinking he was in a fever dream.
But this was real.
Jungkook moaned as his hands roamed around your body. He touched your hips. You were real. 
He caressed your waist—you were real.
He stroked your hair—you were real.
He pushed his tongue inside your slightly parted lips—you were fucking real.
“For reference…” You broke the kiss for a while. Jungkook grumbled in annoyance. He tried to run after your lips while his eyes were tightly shut.
You laughed heartily but backed away. Jungkook gave up and just buried his face on your neck. He sucked bruises into it. God, you were so sweet and warm.
“I just taught you how to kiss me. You can’t just peck on my lips—”
“You want to be devoured. I get it.” Jungkook was impatient. He kissed you again.
He kissed and touched you until your lips had gone numb—until the thunderstorm stopped and the rainbow and sun resurfaced again.
***
The aftermath of the kiss wasn't tragic like the first one because Jungkook had learned his lesson.
"Seriously?" You looked at Jungkook in disbelief as you wriggled out of his grasp. Sadly, he didn't let you go and only tightened his hold on you like a koala bear.
"Tsk. Who knew you'd be this clingy?" In the end, you had no choice but to give up struggling. Jungkook had made up his mind. He would cling to you all night lest you run away again.
Kissing you was like a dangerous drug for him. It left him craving more.Admittedly, Jungkook stole many kisses from you in a span of ten minutes. You thought you wouldn't mind, but damn was he a ferocious beast.
He had bitten and licked you enough. You still need to meet some of your clients tomorrow. You couldn't go around looking like a violet painting, could you?
"Just one more kiss." Jungkook was about to kiss you again, but you pushed his forehead away.
"No. Your one kiss will last twenty minutes. Have mercy. I have a cut on my lips because of you!"
"Maybe I should kiss it better?" Jungkook batted his eyelashes. You pinched his cheeks in both annoyance and fondness.
"I can't believe I got myself a clingy boyfriend."
That shut Jungkook up. He looked at you dumbly, frozen like a stone in his spot.
It took him a second to realize the meaning of your statement. He gasped and grabbed your shoulders.
"We're dating?"
You blushed because of how surprised and delighted he sounded. It made you wonder if you were being toohasty, but you couldn't take back your statement now, could you? Not when the big puppy beside you was vibrating with excitement.
Gosh. He was so pathetic for you.
"Don't you want to?"
"No. No!" Jungkook licked his lips, his jaw tensing. You two were currently sitting on the couch. Jungkook could see the red roses on the center table. It pissed him off. The smile he flashed at you was strained. "It's good that you confirmed we're dating. That means the person who keeps sending you flowers will stop now, right?"
"Huh? You mean Mrs. Tanaka?" You narrowed your eyes. That old woman was a client of yours. She had a legal dispute over her land and had you represent her in court. The Supreme Court recently decided in favor of her, so now the land was rightfully hers. She sent you flowers as an additional expression of thank you.
Your clients have always been sweet. Aside from monetary value, they liked gifting you flowers, luxury bags, and perfumes.
Jungkook was stupefied. Of course, he knew Mrs. Tanaka. She brought candies for Hanni last time. Jungkook had approved it, so Hanni happily indulged her sweet tooth while you weren't looking.
He would have never guessed that Mrs. Tanaka was the one who sent you flowers.
You looked at Jungkook suspiciously, though. Then you crinkled your eyes. "Wait, did you think some guy is sending me flowers?"
Jungkook's lips protruded into a pout. He scratched his nape, "Well, you know. Someone did send you home before, then you received those popcorn flowers the next day..."
"Oh, my gosh. You're still not over that!?" You gaped at Jungkook. You seemed to learn more things about your boyfriend as time passed by. Was he seriously the jealous type?
You thought about it for a second, realizing it wasn't a red flag for you. In fact—
You looked at Jungkook's still sulky face. It warmed your heart in an instant.
—In fact, it was kind of cute.
"You don't have to worry." You stroked his arms. "I'm not entertaining anyone else. You're the only one I like."
Jungkook's downturned lips curved up. He practically had stars in his eyes. "Good. No more going out on dates either, except with me."
"But I never went on dates?" You didn't have time for it. Your clients were the only ones you met up with. Besides, meeting someone with a romantic intent was difficult for you. You hated opening your heart to a stranger since it was a waste of time and would probably not work out.
But Jungkook was not convinced. He remembered that you went on a date two weeks ago. He let out ahmph sound and said, "Don't lie to your boyfriend. You were on a date recently. You even wore a black dress."
Oh, that. Realization dawned on you. You shook your head at Jungkook, "Tsk. Are you the strict type? I went out with Ji-eun that night. That girl neededa break, you know?"
She sure did. Ji-eun was an overworked prosecutor. She couldn't remember the last time she went out, so you volunteered to take her on a date. Ji-eun was hammered.You didn't have a choice but to stop drinking and just babysit her.
You brought her home, too, and decided to stay the night.
"I'm saving the planet. I'm a responsible citizen!" You reasoned out to Jungkook. If you left Ji-eun at her home, you were sure she and Jongsuk would end up making another baby. 
Jungkook finally relaxed. As it turned out, most things that made him sad the past two weeks were simply a misunderstanding.
You and Jungkook talked for a bit. He also assured you that he was not dating anyone else. His mother already called you daughter-in-law.He wouldn't dare bring anyone else home—he also didn't want to.
"I still can't believe this is real." Jungkook sighed with contentment as he gazed at your face.
He couldn't believe that after so long, you two would be here, sitting on the couch without biting each other's neck—that there would come a time when he could admit he liked you and that you felt the same.
If someone told him a month ago that he would be dating you, he probably would laugh at their face. You and Jungkook had a long history together; even now, you still have to figure out many things. But it was best to take things slow, mainly because you needed to prioritize Hanni first. The deliberation of the social workers hasn't been finalized yet.
"I'm real." You leaned your head over Jungkook's shoulder. You also traced his tattoo once again. Next time, you'd ask him why and when he got this. "We're real."
Jungkook nodded before kissing your temples. He felt your heartbeat through your wrist for a while.
He brought your hand to his mouth a little later, kissed it, and whispered goodnight to you.
***
Unfortunately, you might have to reevaluate jealousyas your red flag.
Your morning started off the same. You were cooking breakfast while Jungkook went out to check the mailbox. He hadn't seen flowers in a while, but fate seemed to be testing you as there was a fresh bouquet of tulips on your doorstep.
"Another client?" Jungkook frowned, letting you see the messy handwriting on the bouquet's card. Your name was written on it with a small heart on the end.
The veins in your head felt like they were going to explode. You honestly didn't want to deal with this early in the morning, but you realized that the sooner you talked about it, the sooner it would go away.
"I know where the flowers came from." You sighed loudly and took off your apron. It was a Sunday. Jongsuk would pick up Hanni after lunch. Perhaps it was better to order food online as your morning would be spent pacifying a big baby.
"I'm not sure if you remember him, but his name is Rico Braun. He was—"
"Mingyu's classmate and a bastard who's obsessed with you." Jungkook cut you off harshly. He wasn't mad at you or anything. This wasn't even about his jealousy. Jungkook's rage was directed at Rico.
How could Jungkook forget him? Rico was the reason why Mingyu's life became so fucked up. Jungkook hated him.
You gave your boyfriend warm tea and coaxed him to calm down. Unfortunately, Jungkook was still brooding. Hanni woke up a little later. She noticed her Jungkook-boy was in a foul mood, so she tried cheering him up.
Hanni was never scared of Jungkook. At three, she already knew Jungkook-boy would neverhurt her. 
"Come on, I've already blocked his number. We haven't talked in a while now." You told Jungkook the last time you and Rico talked was many weeks ago. He insisted on bringing you home, so you just agreed to get it over with. You also told him Rico was already out of the country.
However, Jungkook didn't feel at ease. He searched for Rico on social media platforms.
"I'm blocking him too!" Jungkook announced.
You, him, and Hanni were in the living room. Hanni said she wanted to watch a movie with you and Jungkook before Uncle Jongsuk picked her up.
The little girl chose a movie while his male guardian sulked beside her.
"Hanni, look. He's not good-looking, isn't he?"
Jungkook's pettiness reached another level when he showed Hanni a photo of Rico. You facepalmed. This was a little too much.
But Hanni was on Jungkook's side. She looked at the picture and scowled, "Jungkook-boy, who is that? He looks like the one I saw in a movie before!"
As if on cue, the teYoongision flashed a movie recommendation. It was called Antz.Hanni giggled and pointed at the screen, "Look! Look! He looks like Z!"
Z was a character in Antz. Your mouth parted in shock as Hanni and Jungkook made fun of Rico. You couldn't care less about Rico, but you scolded them for being mean.
Jungkook caressed Hanni's hair when he realized his mistake, "Terni is right, Hanni. We can't be mean to other people. You can't judge them solely based on looks, alright?"
Your heart relaxed at that. You thought that was the end, but Jungkook added something more.
"Except him. You are allowed to make fun of this dude called Rico. He's a me—"
The pillow hit Jungkook's face before he could finish his sentence.
He looked at you sheepishly. You glared.
Silence filled the room.
Jungkook finally shut up.
***
Jungkook slowly returned to normal a few weeks after you two started dating. He hadn't really changed much to begin with. Jungkook became comfortable with being a little too in lovewith you.
Of course, the bickering never stopped. Jungkook still got on your nerves and vice versa. If one thing had changed, it was that Jungkook became busier with work.
He was assigned to many patrol operations and review reports. One time, you and Jungkook got home in the middle of the night because Jungkook had to go to the hospital first and get stitches.
You were so mad you berated Yoongi. "There are so many newbie officers out there! Why'd you have to send Jungkook to deal with these bastards!"
Jimin and Jungkook grabbed your shoulders to steady you. The bastards you were talking about were two groups of men who got into a brawl.  Jungkook stepped in to stop them. They were useless gangs who had the gall to start a fight but cowered under the skirts of their mother.
It was so annoying!
Captain Yoongi was unbothered, though. He drank his tea and shrugged his shoulders. Jungkook brought you home while cajoling you to calm down.
However, you couldn't calm down, wanting to see him okay and out of danger. You and Jungkook ended up sleeping in the same bed that night. You tossed and turned, making sure you weren't hitting his wounds. You had to get up every 2hours to remind him to take his medicine.
Jungkook appreciated your concern so much that he wouldn't stop peppering your face with feather-like kisses. He thought the incident was a blessing in disguise as that was the start of the two of you sleeping in the same bed.
You hadn't gone beyond kissing and a few touches here and there, though. The nights you stayed together were more of a getting-to-know-each-otherphase.
Jungkook missed almost a decade of your life. He spent those years confused about his feelings for you—sometimes he liked you, sometimes he felt disappointed in the path you chose.
But ultimately, he felt regret because he hadn't made up his mind in those years. What did he truly want?
You were different from Jungkook. You knew everything that happened to him since Sora never failed to update you, even though you told her you couldn't care less.
That was a lie—you only told Sora this to make yourself feel better about how things ended between you and Jungkook.
Both of you achieved great things despite not being in the company of the other. But now that you were together, things became greater. 
It was a typical day for you. You didn't work on weekends anymore, but your weekdays were busier than ever. A client of you called with an urgent concern. You were supposed to drop off Hanni at the daycare today, but your stupid client ruined your schedule.
"Don't say anything." You reminded your client in haste as you put on your heels. Your phone was attached to your ear since your hands were full of documents. Damn it. You were going to be late! "You're saying you are in Seoul now? The officers there would harass you. Demand a medical check-up before you engage with their demand. Again, don't say anything unnecessary without me there."
You kissed Jungkook and Hanni and mouthed goodbyeto them. Jungkook was sad you were leaving early but knew he couldn't interfere with your work. Jungkook watched helplessly as you sprinted toward your vehicle.
You started your car while still on the phone with your client. The latter was crying on the other line, saying how scared he was of the police officers in Seoul. He wasn't familiar with the city. Unfortunately, he got arrested for violating a local government law relating to operating an unmanned aircraft.
You were in the middle of talking to your client and were about to drive away when Jungkook abruptly entered your car.
"I'll go now. See you in a while." You cut off the line so you could direct your attention to Jungkook. He was carrying Hanni, and both of them were looking at you disapprovingly.
"What is it?" You huffed at them. You didn't have time for games. You had work to do.
Hanni crossed her arms while Jungkook lightly flicked your forehead.
"Ouch!" You overreacted. "What was that for?"
Both Jungkook and Hanni shook their heads. Jungkook was the one who explained their disappointment. 
"You're driving away without a seatbelt? Don't you have regard for your life? Why do you keep forgetting you're a mom now?"
"Mama doesn't love us!" Hanni added fuel to the fire.
Oh.
You sheepishly blinked at them. Right. You were a 'mom' now. Frieda and Kiyomi released a statement, saying that you and Jungkook passed the deliberation. All you needed to do now was to sign the documents and submit them to the court, then the court would contact you to swear an oath, and that was it.
You would legally be Hanni's guardian. It was a done deal already. Jungkook knew you had already submitted the documents to the court. All you needed to do was wait for their call.
Your friends rejoiced with the news. You all had a mini party to celebrate. Hanni was so happy despite not knowing the legalities of the process. She just understood that you would forever be with her.
Admittedly, it was Hanni's idea to call you and Jungkook as ‘Mama’and ‘Papa.’You were at the party at that time. You announced the good news to your friends. Rin—Ji-eun and Jongsuk's eldest child--looked at Hanni innocently and asked, "Does this mean they're your mama and papa now?" while pointing at you and Jungkook.
You wished you were kidding when you said Hanni's eyes dilated out of excitement. She instantly called you Mama. A big smile was plastered on her lips.
You wanted badly to refute her. Not because you hated the idea of being a mom but because you did notwant to stealsomething that belonged to Sora and Niccolo.
Jungkook saw your struggle and wanted to correct Hanni, too. But Hanni called him Papa,and Jungkook didn't have the heart to refute her.
Thankfully, Hanni said something that soothed your guilty heart, "Isn't it cool? I have Mummy Sora, Daddy Nico, Mama Terni, and Papa Jungkook-boy!"
The kids cheered. One of Ji-eun's children even asked if she could have another papa,too. Jongsuk refused his kid vehemently. The mood lightened afterward, allowing you to continue the party without hiccups.
Since then, Hanni has never stopped addressing you as Mama.There were times you still felt awkward, just like now.
In your thirty-two years of existence, you had never once thought a little kid and Jungkook, as your boyfriend, would berate you for not wearing your seatbelt.
"It's my fault." And that you would so easily concede to them. Jungkook helped you wear your seatbelt. After that, he kissed your forehead. Hanni kissed your cheek.
Jungkook wanted to kiss you on the lips, but you told him to have some decency as you were in the presence of your child.
Jungkook snorted and unsuccessfully hopped out of the car with Hanni. They waved goodbye to you before going back inside the house.
"Remember, kid. You can kiss your loved ones on the lips. I happen to like your Mama so much that I can kiss her anytime. It's normal." Jungkook reminded Hanni. He couldn't say he didn't have ulterior motives for this, but a part of him wanted Hanni to learn affection and what should've been normalized in the first place.
"Alright," Hanni kissed Jungkook's cheek, "Does that mean I can kiss my friend Beren on the lips? I like him!"
Jungkook's eyes widened.
He lightly grabbed Hanni's shoulder and stared deep into her eyes. Jungkook's jaw ticked. "No! You absolutely cannot kiss Beren! You're a child!"
Beren was Ji-eun and Jongsuk's child. Jungkook felt pain in his heart. This was not happening! He couldn't let his three-year-old kid like that pimp Beren!
Jungkook sighed in frustration and defeat. He sat down with Hanni and told Captain Yoongi he would be late for work. Jungkook didn't care about salary deductions or any punishment ahead.
He needed to educate his daughter first!
***
The case of your client in Seoul turned out difficult to handle. It took you half a day to deal with it. You also visited your office and talked to your secretary about some updates, so it was already nighttime when you reached Busan.
The Kang Residence was unbelievably quiet. For once, Jungkook wasn't by the door to welcome you.
Strange. 
You entered the house. All the lights were turned off. You checked Jungkook and Hanni's rooms, but they were not around.
For some reason, your heart had gone cold. You felt numbness crawling from your feet to your head when you opened the cabinets.
Empty.
It only meant one thing: Jungkook and Hanni left you.
It should have come as a shocker, but you expected this. This was your plan, after all. It was just that something changed. Instead of Jungkook and Hanni, you should have been the one who left.
Still, you couldn't help but cling to them. You tried calling Jungkook. However, his phone was turned off. You had no choice but to call his mother.
Mrs. Jeon answered the phone, asking what was wrong. She was worried after her son and granddaughter barged into her home.
You couldn't explain the situation via phone, so you told her you'd be there in a few minutes. You didn't mind if she told Jungkook because, despite things escalating to this level, you knew Jungkook would not run away from a confrontation.
He wanted to know what was up with you, too.
The drive to the Jeon's residence was short. You couldn't remember stepping on the gas so hard. For once, all thoughts evaporated in your head as the inevitable enveloped you:
You fucked up.
You and Jungkook were doing okay just this morning. He kissed you goodbye and reminded you to wear your seatbelt, but now everything felt suffocating. You removed the seatbelt and hopped out of the car.
Your numb legs miraculously made it to the door. Jungkook was there. He was leaning on the wall with a cigarette in his hand.
Jungkook never smoked—he hated the smell and its effect, but he couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of smoke filling his lungs.
He was stressed.
"Hey," you greeted. What other choice did you have? Whatever you spouted would sound like bullshit to him. A simple 'hey' was the safest option.
But as expected, Jungkook did not bother to look at you. He stared into nothing as he puffed out smoke. 
You turned your head away and held your breath. The suffocating smell of smoke made you want to puke.
"I've read your letter." Jungkook's voice was devoid of any emotion.
You'd like to think you had seen almost all sides of him. You saw him angry, frightened, grieving, and disappointed.
But this? This was something you hadn't seen before. Jungkook seemed like a dead robot. When he looked at you, you saw nothing—not even disgust.
Jungkook just felt empty. For the second time, he felt what it was like to be proven wrong.
"I trusted you, you know," Jungkook said in a flat tone. His face was hollow when he threw the cigarette stick on the floor.
You watched as ashes scattered on the floor. They were like the memories you spent together these past months. Now, Jungkook did not hesitate to let them go.
He stepped on the cigarette stick aggressively.
"I honestly believed you had a change of heart, but..." Jungkook trailed off. He chuckled at himself—of how naïve he was. Then he looked up—like doing so was the only way to stop the tears from falling down his eyes.
He didn't want to cry in front of you.
"You betray me. As usual."
"J-Jungkook..." Your voice cracked. The lump in your throat grew bigger, threatening to choke you.
"Don't." Jungkook's jaw ticked. Anger flashed in his eyes. No. You didn't have the right to look apologetic. He wouldn't want to hear your lame excuse. You had made a decision already—just like what you did when you left Busan to chase your dream.
Jungkook knew everything now. You lied to him. You did not submit the documents to the court. You didn't even sign them. The papers collected dust on your office table.
All because you did not want to be Hanni's legal guardian.
Jungkook had read the letter you wrote. It was addressed to the judge, Kiyomi, and Frieda. You told them you were backing out from the guardianship as you couldn't do it—you weren't fit to be a mother.
You said you wanted to pass all responsibilities to Jungkook. Maybe Taehyung, too, if he agreed. You claimed you didn't want anything to do with Hanni--that you wanted to go back to Seoul and focus on your career.
To further your fucking career.
Jungkook wanted to scream because he should have known. And honestly, he couldn't fault you either. You had always been like this. You had always thought about your career more than anything.
More than him.
More than Hanni.
"What are you still doing here? Why haven't you left?" Jungkook did not want to see you anymore.
Your heart couldn't take it. Bad habits die hard. You were a heartless jerk who liked putting the blame on others. You were a ruthless lawyer who turned on the good to protect the evil.
You were the evil. Jungkook realized when you threw back a question at him, "What about you? Don't you hate me? Then why are you still waiting for me here?"
Say you love me.
Make me change my mind.
Fight these demons threatening to swallow me whole.
Save me.
"You—" Jungkook huffed. He was speechless because of your shamelessness. Tears fell down his cheeks. He wiped them harshly. "You're really something, aren't you?"
You sucked in a breath. That's right. Be angry with me. Show me something. 
But you were asking for too much. Even you knew how shameless you were being. You couldn't keep doing this. You couldn't keep hurting Jungkook.
It was not fair.
You stepped back. From your distance, you could see Jungkook shaking. He was clenching his fist so tightly—you were sure his fingernails had dug into his skin to the point of scarring.
When you two started going out, Jungkook stopped wearing his wristwatch, but he was wearing it again.
You couldn't fault him. This was on you.
So you did what you're good at.
"Let's break up, Jungkook."
You broke him.
Jungkook gnashed his teeth as a response. Tears continue to flood his cheeks.
"Fine." He glared at you. "Have it your way. Let's not see each other again."
Jungkook already had his heart broken. You had seen him shed tears because of you. His pride was severely damaged, so all he could do was turn away.
You didn't take that away from him. You let him have his last shred of dignity.
And then you left.
****
***
***
It's Friday.
You used to spend the night watching movies with Hanni and Jungkook, but now that you were back in Seoul, your Friday night switched to dealing with cases you'd be presenting in court next week.
Your weekend should have been a rest day. You would wait for one of your friends to pick up Hanni, and then you and Jungkook would go on a date.
But that was before. Now, you were just a single, overworked lawyer who breathed in money.
It was more complicated now that you were in Seoul. You were constantly receiving emails from the Braun Family, asking you to work for them again and if there was any chance you could appeal Gabi's case.
It was a shot in the dark, but they still did it. After all, you didn't hesitate to do it before. You betrayed Mingyu for money. Now, you have done the same thing. You gave up on your promise to your dead best friend to further your 'career.'
"Attorney, Mr. Braun called again. They're offering to make you the head of their—"
"Decline it." You didn't let your secretary finish. She understood at once, proceeding to your next business.
"Noted. I'm reminding you that you have a court hearing tomorrow morning from seven to nine. Should I confirm your attendance?"
"Yes." You answered without casting your gaze away from the files. Work. You needed to work harder.
"Then tomorrow at 9:15am, you are invited by the University of Seoul to give a lecture to graduating law students. It's a 6-hour lecture. Are you up for it?"
"Yes." Came your robotic response. You could skip lunch. It was not a big deal.
"Mr. Kang needs your legal advice as well. He's asking if you're available at 3:30pm tomorrow?"
"Yes." You turned the page of the files you were reading. Your eyes had gone dry. It was okay.
"Can we still squeeze in a 5pm online consultation with Isayama Corporation? They've been trying to seek your service for a while now."
"Confirm my appearance tomorrow."
Mina wanted to go on but didn't have the heart to. There were so many events and clients you still needed to entertain. What about rest? You hadn't been sleeping the past month.
Your subordinates noticed your drastic loss of weight. Frankly speaking, they were worried about you. However, they had no one to voice their concerns to. They didn't know any of your family members, and Sora, the only one who kept you grounded the past years, was dead.
"Is there anything else?" You leaned back on your swivel chair and looked at your secretary. Was it weird that you felt she was dancing?
Or were you just dizzy?
"Actually, Mr. Kim Taehyung called. He's asking if you're free to meet him for dinner tomorrow. He's in Seoul and said he's willing to pay your hourly rate. How should I respond, Attorney?"
Your eyebrow shot at that. Huh. Taehyung was in Seoul?
"Tell him my hourly rate is thirteen thousand won. If he agrees, tell him I'm meeting him at Tross District."
Mina expressed her understanding and left you alone after. You massaged your aching temples, clamping your eyes shut.
This was your life now. It seemed like nothing had changed, but it felt like everything changed at the same time.
Returning to Seoul after staying in Busan for months made you realize how monotonous your life was—how your life revolved around law and fattening your bank account.
It used to excite you: the thought of earning money and people recognizing your talent. But it didn't seem relevant now—not when you couldn't feel your heart starting. You also couldn’t feel the air or see the sky because you had built your wall higher and stronger this time. They were bluer than ever.
The blue haze spread all over your office. Slowly, you tried to let your guard down as your forehead hit the table.
You breathed in.
You breathed out.
In.
Out.
In. Your tears fell.
Out. More tears fell.
You had to remind yourself it was okay to cry sometimes. Because if you suppressed it all and if you didn't cry enough, the pain would come to bite you back in the ass.
And it was gonna hurt. Like a fucking bitch.
***
Your Saturday reeked of regret.
You regretted filling your schedule the whole day with only a maximum of a thirty-minute break. 
Your mind and body were about to give up. Tross District was near your office, yet you almost crawled there. You suddenly regretted charging Taehyung with your regular hourly rate. You should've charged higher because you were not ready to face him.
"Long time no see, Attorney." Taehyung was playing the role of a client very well. His sarcastic remark made you want to roll your eyes. But you didn't. You were trying to be professional.
"Apologies for not arriving on time. I didn't want to be here." Whoops. A slip of the tongue.
Taehyung glared at you. Nonetheless, he helped you sit down. He was not a bastard. He saw how much you were struggling. You looked exhausted.
"Man, Ji-eun is right. You look like shit." Taehyung grimaced. You mimicked his reaction. Damn. Did Ji-eun talk behind your back?
Unfortunately, you couldn't blame Ji-eun. You couldn't cut her off your life, either. She was the only source of information you had in Busan.
You always bugged the prosecutor to update you regarding Jungkook and Hanni. Ji-eun would always sigh and tell you to come see yourself. You never did. You were a coward. Luckily, Ji-eun had a soft spot for a coward like you. She knew the feeling of pining for a guy she thought she couldn't see more than a family.
"I'm busy with work." You dismissed Taehyung with a wave of your hand. You tried to order wine, but Taehyung did not allow you to.
"I'm paying. You're not allowed to escape this conversation with alcohol, Mam." The boy knew your type well. Your technique was getting old already. Haven't you learned enough? You were thirty-two, for God's sake. Why did you still act like your problems would disappear if you ignored them?
You were acting like a child.
"Ugh," you scowled. "What do you want to talk about, anyway? Come on, time's running."
Taehyung ignored you, focusing on ordering proper meals for you. He was not blind. He saw how much you had lost weight. Your breakup with Jungkook and moving back to Seoul ruined you. Taehyung couldn't watch you destroy yourself any further—not when his other best friend in Busan was doing as bad as you were.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm the biggest idiot in our group or if it's you and Jungkook." Taehyung exhaled loudly. "Or maybe it's Sora. I don't understand why she'd rather leave Hanni to you and Jungkook."
"Hey—!!" Your mind had been working all day. As much as you wanted to refute Taehyung's statement, your brain cells wouldn't do it. You were damn tired. All you could do was roll the tissue paper into a ball and throw it at Taehyung's face.
Taehyung gasped. He debated throwing back the rolled napkin to you but then decided against it. One of you needed to act as the mature one unless you wanted to be kicked out of this restaurant.
Taehyung wouldn't want that—not when he hadn't even started lecturing you for your idiocy and cowardice.
Since Taehyung was a decent person, he let you take a few bites of your food before speaking his mind. You looked like you needed it. You were barely chewing your food. You were so hungry you just swallowed it all.
"Slow down, damn." Taehyung was disgusted. Was this the same person Jungkook cried over about?
"I'm hungry! This is my first meal!"
"You're already living this badly. Don't you have regard for yourself? Are you trying to end your life?"
You stopped slurping your ramen and looked at Taehyung. Seeing his expression had you gluing your mouth shut. Being honest with him would probably send him on a spiral, so you just stuck to your second option: to shut up.
However, Taehyung understood your silence. His jaw ticked, "Why don't you just move back to Busan?"
"Can't. I'm not welcome there anymore." You replied casually. Taehyung felt his head aching.
"And whose fault is that? Aren't you the one who broke up with Jungkook and told me to look after Hanni on your behalf? Your decision got you in this depressive state, yet you still couldn't admit it?"
"I'm not depressed!"
"Oh, come on!" Taehyung badly wanted to throw the rolled napkin on your face. He did. Unfortunately, it landed on your bowl of ramen.
"You—!!"
Taehyung was unapologetic. He snarled at you. "Why are you doing this? Seriously? You're ruining your life for nothing!"
It was a good thing Taehyung hired a private room. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the face to look the customers in the eye. You knew most of them. They had been your clients, and some were your colleagues. You couldn't bear seeing them see you like this.
"And what about it!?" You screamed back. Weeks of built-up frustration fucked you up. Tears brimmed in your eyes. "There's nothing I can do! I can regret all I want, but it ends with that, too. I've ruined everything. You don't understand it. You..."
Your chest was heaving. It was hard to breathe, but you persevered. You felt like you were going to die if you kept it all inside.
"You don't know what it's like to be me, alright? I'm not Sora. I don't know how to be a good mom. I'm not Ji-eun, either! I can't win a case without scheming! And I'm..."
You couldn't hold back your tears. A sob escaped your lips.
"I'm not enough. I don't know how to love him. I'm...broken." The last word was barely above a whisper, but it reverberated through Taehyung's heart.
He couldn't take it. Seeing you like this felt like he was losing another friend. He could only take so much.
"Why do you say that?" Taehyung's expression morphed into something bitter. He bit his lips as if he was stopping something painful. "Did he never tell you?"
Tell me what? You wanted to ask, yet you couldn't find your voice. Your throat was filled with bile. One word, and you would throw it all out. You couldn't. It was too pungent.
Taehyung was conflicted. He stared at you blankly for a while, thinking of how he could explain things to you the same way Jungkook explained to him his feelings for you.
You lapsed into silence.
Taehyung watched the floating tissue on your ramen bowl. He felt guilty. You were deprived of many things.
Taehyung called out your name. Surprisingly, you did not bite back. You just simply hummed to indicate you were listening.
Taehyung calmed down.
"What do you think about law school?"
His question caused you to snap your head up and meet his gaze. Why was Taehyung asking you such a question?
"Can you tell me what you feel about law school?"
You always complained about how hard law school was. Taehyung had to admit that sometimes he pretended to listen to your rant. It drained him to listen to you talk. But now, he really wanted to hear your thoughts.
"I..." You licked your lips. You didn't know where to start. There were so many things to say about law school. Summarizing it would feel like a crime, but you still tried to fit what you feel in a few sentences.
"I abhorred law school so much." You didn't just dislike it—you hated it. "I hate that we follow the Socratic method. I hate that I had to memorize the provisions verbatim. I hate that I had to read hundreds of pages for a single case only to be asked one sentence about it. I hate how my professors attacked me personally and belittled my capacities because I got one question wrong. I hate that I constantly have to demerit my classmates' answers just so I wouldn't get zero on our recitation. I hate that I have to scheme to prove a point. I hate that they call the Constitution the supreme law of the land, but it's open to interpretation—it's open to many things. I view this provision as a circle, but it's a square. I hate it. I hate law school so much."
Taehyung could feel the hatred radiating from you.
"But..." Your lips trembled as you swallowed thickly, "I love law school at the same time. I love how it taught me how to be tough. I love how I can use these square things to help those in need, those falsely accused. I love how my heart pumps whenever I talk about those damned provisions I have memorized by heart. Most importantly, I love how being a lawyer defined me. It's not my whole personality, but it is a part of me."
A huge part of who you are today. Something you could call your own.
"Wow." Taehyung blinked, unable to say anything at first. He knew you were passionate about law but underestimated its impact on you. 
You gave your whole heart to law.
"I get it now." The bulb inside Taehyung's head lit up. He squared his shoulders and looked at you with understanding. "You're like this because you haven't realized what you meant to Jungkook."
Taehyung was not making sense to you. You gaped, blinking dumbly at him.
Taehyung shook his head and licked his lips. He tried to explain, "Didn't it ever occur to you that maybe you are Jungkook's definition of law school?"
Jungkook felt two extreme emotions toward you all his life: love and hatred. But your actions to him were more of the latter, so Jungkook thought he'd act like he hated you more.
You didn't exactly give him many reasons to realize his love for you. The anger and the betrayal overpowered something he had not admitted himself.
Come to think of it, every emotion you two felt for each other was so strong that you didn't realize you were rushing into things.
It took you a short time to get together. It took you even a shorter time to break up. Your feelings were so intensethat you didn't know what to do with them.
"I guess you're not the only idiot in your relationship. Jungkook is, too." Taehyung observed. Jungkook was not good with words. He showed his love with actions. It was evident by how he took care of you and awkwardly kissed you the first time. Admittedly, he didn't know what to do after that first kiss. He was an awkward little ball who failed to assure you what it meant.
The second kiss was slightly better, but Jungkook still didn't know what to do with the feelings injected into his heart. He only knew how to cling and possess.
You two hadn't dealt with your issues before. Yes, you made it clear to each other that there was no room for other people in your hearts, but it ended with that.
Frankly, this was the bottom line of your issue. You were vulnerable and admitted to Taehyung,  "I don't know what to do with us, Taehyung." You held back a hiccup. "I felt like I've stolen this life."
Your gain was someone else's loss. Would you have dated Jungkook if Sora didn't die? Would you two have started something hadn't been for the fact that you were forced to live together?
These thoughts flooded your brain. More importantly, you thought you didn't deserve to be a mother. Hanni calling you Mama had fucked you up more than you thought it would. You lied to yourself at first, thinking you were simply getting used to the thought of being responsible for a child's life.
However, it was proven to be challenging. You had a broken soul. How could you love a little child who needed body and soul nourishment when you couldn't extend the same treatment to yourself?
Taehyung's words cut you deep. He voiced your deepest fear.
"What?" Taehyung couldn't fathom how you thought you stole the life you had in Busan. He widened his eyes at you, "Are you so insecure and a coward that you think Jungkook can't fall in love with you? That you can't love Hanni, right? Why? Is it because you have convinced yourself no one could love you? That's it, right? You thought that because that's how you viewed yourself in the first place."
Taehyung felt scandalized when he realized something.
He gasped and said, "It's because you don't love you."
No shit. You really had a broken soul and heart. You couldn't accept love, so you ran away from it.
Silence permeated the room. Taehyung didn't know what to say to you anymore. You were defeated, too.
"Just think about it," Taehyung said after a long pause. He blinked and held your hand. He squeezed them tightly. His touch was comforting, but it wasn't warm.
He wasn't Jungkook.
"You're a great lawyer. Just please think about what I said. You are not hard to love. Or even if you are, someone out there treats you like you are his law school."
There was someone out there who would not give up on you. Someone who would stubbornly charge ahead if it mean being a part of your life.
He loved you.
Jungkook loved you.
You and Taehyung left Tross District after you both calmed down. He didn't have the heart to let you go alone, so he drove you home.
Your apartment in Seoul was big, but it didn't feel like a home. It was simply a house. It was cold. Devoid of flowers and laughter.
It made Taehyung's heart ache.
"I'll get going." Taehyung squeezed your shoulders, still feeling lamented by how you treated your body. "Don't forget your promise to me and Sora."
It was game over. Taehyung had used your weakness against you. But you knew he was right. Your heart had decided, too.
"I know." You smiled softly. "I'll talk to him soon."
"Good." Taehyung turned to leave. He was halfway out the door when you called him.
"Taehyung?"
"Hm?"
"How do you know?" How'd you know Jungkook loves me?
Taehyung's eyelashes fluttered. The wind blew gently.
Taehyung smiled at you.
"My best friend told me. I have eyes too, you know? I won't lie to you."
He wouldn't. Taehyung was the most honest man you knew. He was always genuine in whatever he did. He had eyes that saw the truth, too.
Taehyung wouldn't forget about that day. It was when Sora's case came to an end. Taehyung had invited you and the others to dinner.
Jungkook was dazzling when he entered the restaurant. His hand was tightly wrapped just above your waist—like he wanted to attach you to him.
Hanni was in your arms the whole night. Jungkook ate so little as he was busy tending to you. You two were sitting beside each other. Taehyung watched how gently Jungkook gathered your hair so you could eat your hotpot without disruption.
And when you burnt your tongue because of how hot the food was, Jungkook immediately came to rescue you. He brought the cup close to your lips and let you drink water. After that, he gently patted your lips dry with a napkin.
You turned to Jungkook that time and said thank you.
Jungkook smiled back and whispered no problem to your neck.
Taehyung remembered watching the two of you, his heart melting. Some might think it was a simple gesture, but that was a moment of enlightenment for him.
When you know, you know.
"Take care of yourself." Taehyung reminded you for the last time. You didn't say anything more and just watched him leave.
As Taehyung entered his car, you suddenly remembered a portion of Sora's dying letter addressed to you.
"I'm leaving my little girl to you and Jungkook. Don't ask me about Taehyung. He's an idiot. Idiots can't take care of a child."
Huh.
You were starting to think Sora was just making an excuse. She knew Taehyung was not the idiot here.
It was you. And Sora was on a mission to change how you viewed life and yourself.
***
"Papa, where are we going?" Hanni's furrowed brows were cute to look at. However, Jungkook knew the little girl was trying not to cry. She thought she and Jungkook would go somewhere far again.
Hanni was sad the night they moved to the Jeon residence. Admittedly, it was not part of the plan. But Jungkook couldn't bear to stay in the same room as you—not after discovering that you viewed your relationship with him and Hanni as a burden.
Jungkook wouldn't mind if he was the only one affected. He was used to you leaving. But Hanni would get hurt, too. What would this little girl feel if she found out that her Mama didn't want to do anything with her? 
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just going on a vacation."
Captain Yoongi assigned a drug-related case to Jungkook, so he needed to go to Gangwon Prefecture to investigate. Jungkook was hesitant at first, mainly because he didn't know where to leave Hanni. He had no intention of hiring a babysitter for a whole week. He couldn't leave the kid to Mrs. Jeon either. She was an old woman who could barely stand. Jungkook's friends were all busy, too. Captain Yoongi assigned them individual cases, which were all complex.
Besides, Hanni was vulnerable now. She hadn't moved on from her parents' absence completely. It didn't help that you had left, too.
Hanni always asked about you, but Jungkook made many excuses, saying you were busy with work and that Sora needed a hand to save the rabbits, so you volunteered. 
Hanni was not happy to hear the same excuse. You promised to be with her for a hundred years. It hadn't been a year since you swore that, yet you were already gone.
You were a liar. Don't you love her anymore?
"It's just going to be seven days, darling. After that, we can go to your Aunt Ji-eun and Uncle Jongsuk's house. I won't glare at Beren, either. Just go with Papa for now, okay?"
"Okay," Hanni agreed but pouted her lips. She looked at the door to your bedroom, "I miss Mama. When will Mama come back?"
Jungkook and Hanni had moved back to the Kang residence three days after he made sure you had left Busan. The silence of the house was suffocating Jungkook, but he had no choice but to repress his pain.
He was learning from you. Weren't you the one who could pretend everything was alright even though it was all falling apart?
Jungkook needed to be strong for Hanni. However, it wasn't easy to do so. Hanni threw a fuss on the way to Gangwon Prefecture. As it turned out, the little kid didn't like traveling to far places.
Hanni vomited a lot, feeling dizzy from being inside the car for hours.
Jungkook was in a state of panic when they reached Gangwon. He deliberated bringing Hanni to the hospital, but Jimin called via phone and told Jungkook to contact Doctor Kim Seokjin first.
After the online consultation, Kim Seokjin said it was nothing serious and that Hanni just needed to rest. Because of this, Jungkook decided to postpone his investigation for a day.
He and Hanni ended up bonding inside their rented place. They watched movies, played games, and ate tasty food.
Captain Yoongi called at night, though. He said the investigation was an urgent matter. Jungkook couldn't leave Hanni alone, so after making sure that the police station was safe, Jungkook brought Hanni there.
Captain Yoongi was skeptical and wanted Jungkook to see why there were so many drug-related cases in Busan, yet all suspects were thrown to Gangwon Prefecture. Jungkook decided to talk to some of the inmates, but of course, he needed to talk to the head of Gangwon Police Station first.
With Hanni clinging to his arms, Jungkook stepped foot inside the station. He was greeted by a correction officer.
"Hello. I'm Busan's Police Lieutenant Jeon. I'm looking for Captain Choi."
The correction officer checked the computer system first. After confirming that Jungkook indeed had business with their Captain, the correction officer immediately led Jungkook to the Captain's office.
Jungkook brought Hanni, swearing that he had headphones and other games to distract the kid. She wouldn't interfere with the meeting.
The correction officer brushed it off. He said that the Captain usually brought along his children, too.
Jungkook felt at ease. He nodded at the correction officer and finally entered the Captain's room.
But what he saw made him question everything he thought he knew.
***
Your monotonous life passed by. It had been a while since you talked to Taehyung, yet you still refused to make do with your promise to him.
You have not contacted Jungkook yet.
You missed him terribly. You longed to see your little kid, too. But your heart shook every time you tried to contact them.
Just like now.
You dropped your phone on the table, clenching your fists that were shaking.
A stack of files filled your table and office, but you ignored them. Your attention was focused on your phone.
You had been meaning to call Jungkook, but your stupid heart wouldn't calm down.
You screamed internally.
Later. You'd do it later today.
***
Gangwon Police Station had seen it all: there were screaming criminals, crying accused, and police officers who were done with everything and just wanted to go home.
However, it never saw a grand reunion between two friends who had not seen each other in ten years.
Jungkook stared at the man in front of him. He used to be one of those boys who refused to cry as it showed weakness. But he couldn't care about it now.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at his long-lost friend.
***
Your secretary was worried about you.
You had deadlines but were still looking dumbly at your phone instead of working. Mina wanted to snatch the little device and be the one to call whoever the one you'd been meaning to talk to.
Your secretary had never seen you this distressed. 
She sighed and thought, "Is my boss in love?" Then she cringed at the thought.
Nah. You're probably thinking of a way to solve a case.
It was impossible for you to be in love. Even if you were, she was sure it would be reciprocated.
You were easy to love.
***
Back in Gangwon Police Station, Jungkook was sitting nervously on the couch. Hanni was crawling around the Captain's office. She had toys to keep her company, so she wasn't interested in disturbing his Papa and the other guy with gentle eyes.
Mina couldn't take it anymore. She'd be damned if you didn't finish your work for today. She was about to waltz in your direction when your phone suddenly rang.
You recoiled.
It took three rings before you answered the call.
"Hello?" You introduced yourself for formalities, thinking that someone had unfortunately given away your personal contact information again.
You were about to tell the person on the other line not to contact this number again, but then you were cut off by a familiar voice.
The person on the other line knew your whole name. He mentioned it before proceeding to his business, "I'm calling from Gangwon Police Station. You need to come here now. There are two people here: One thirty-something male claiming to be your husband, and the other is a three-year-old girl claiming to be your daughter. They say they won't leave unless you, the mom of the family, pick them up."
There were no thoughts left in your head after that sentence. You immediately ended the call and stood up.
"Attorney, where are you going?" Mina panicked. You had work to do. You couldn't leave.
But you couldn't care less about your job right now. 
You needed to go.
Your family needed you.
***
The night wasn't young anymore when you reached Gangwon Police Station. The long drive took many hours. You couldn't sit still and fidgeted. Your dumb ass forgot to bring your phone since you were in a hurry. You also didn't have time to tell the driver to make a stop as you wanted to reach your destination as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the driver you hired was professional and was able to drive you to Gangwon without any problems. You paid the driver double and ran towards the station, feeling bad you couldn't give more thanks to the driver.
There was a far more important thing to deal with right now:
Jungkook and Hanni—your family.
"Mama!?" Hanni was the first one to spot you. Jungkook looked in your direction, too. A faint blush colored his cheeks upon seeing you. Jungkook carried Hanni and walked toward you.
No words were exchanged at first. The three of you silently squeezed into a tight embrace.
"Mama! Mama! Hanni misses you so much! " Your little girl was sobbing. She learned to count up to a hundred to track the days you were gone.
71 days. You were gone for seventy-one long days!
"Mama is here now, sweetheart." You kissed Hanni's forehead. Your knees were still weak from sitting in the car for too long. You couldn't carry Hanni yet.
Jungkook understood, but he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Come here," Jungkook's voice was raspy. His bloodshot eyes seemed not to take no for an answer.
You swallowed and stuck closer to him. Jungkook could carry Hanni with one hand. His other hand snaked to your shoulders. You had grown thinner. He could practically fit you in his hand.
"I miss you," Jungkook confessed honestly, and then he kissed your temple.
Blood rushed to your face. Your lips were trembling.
Jungkook grumbled and pulled you closer, acting like he wanted to melt your bodies together.
"I know everything now." He whispered in your ear.
You froze, unable to say anything. Your eyes wandered behind Jungkook.
The Captain of this station stood there, a small smile painted on his lips.
Captain Mingyu Choi. He was known as Mingyu Kim before he got married and took his wife's last name. Of course, you knew this person well. You fought tooth and nail to give him freedom. He was the main reason why you followed the Braun family. They told you they wouldn't involve the police and make sure Mingyu could still live his life. It might not be in Busan, but at least he lived freely here in Gangwon.
It was only today that Jungkook found out the truth. He had no idea that you kept in contact with Mingyu all these years. Jungkook seriously thought you had abandoned Mingyu for your dream.
Mingyu refuted this and told Jungkook the truth, "If it weren't for her, I'd probably end up in a ditch. She made a fair negotiation with the Braun Family. She knew that if she kept protesting, my life would have been ruined more." You studied well in law school and used all the allowance Mr. Braun gave you to fund Mingyu's lifestyle. The money you sent him fed his family and helped him train as a police officer.
Life was not too cruel to Mingyu because just a year after he moved to Gangwon, he met and married Miyeon Choi. It was you who suggested that Mingyu take his wife's last time. It would be easier for him to start a new life. Thankfully, the Braun family did not bother with Mingyu anymore.
You asked Mingyu if he wanted to get back at the Braun for what they did to him. Yes, the Braun family was powerful, but you were a lawyer now. You knew how to fight them. However, Mingyu didn't want more drama.
Mingyu shook his head, "There is no need for that. They tried to ruin my life, but they didn't succeed. Look at me now. I am a police officer. I have a beautiful and intelligent wife. We are happy with our two kids, too."
Call it toxic positivity or whatever, but Mingyu thought things turned out to be for the better. If Rico hadn't put those illegal drugs in his bag, then he wouldn't have met Miyeon. Living in Gangwon changed Mingyu's life for the better.
Jungkook was perplexed, though. He questioned why neither you nor Mingyu had ever told him about the truth. Apparently, it was Mingyu's idea. Mingyu knew Jungkook. He wouldn't stop in the name of justice. Mingyu appreciated it, but he just wanted to live a peaceful life.
Besides, Mingyu was embarrassed. He felt like he was why you and Jungkook had a fallout. He kept in touch with you and found out what happened to Sora and her husband. Mingyu was aware of your setup with Jungkook and was hoping the two of you would end up together this time.
Fate was cruel to you. Mingyu was dejected when he found out you and Jungkook broke up. He thought it was time to take the matter into his own hands and contacted Captain Yoongi. He corroborated with Busan's Captain to fix your relationship.
This was hitting two birds with one stone. Mingyu didn't want to avenge himself, but there were other people involved in this drug case. It wasn't just the Braun Family. In fact, the fall of Mingyu prompted the Braun clan to lay off drugs in Busan. There was a bigger person who was controlling the drug trade in Busan. They threw addicts and other scapegoats in Gangwon since this prefecture was rural and no one would dare investigate further. But Chief Kim and Captain Min had had enough. They needed to be more proactive to fix their city.
Jungkook would be involved, too. This was a case assigned to him, after all. Though he set this aside for now. He traveled all the way to Gangwon to deal with drugs, but he saw Mingyu, and everything turned upside down.
Mingyu helped him calm down before slowly and patiently explaining things to him. Jungkook understood but couldn't help but throw a tantrum. He told Mingyu he and Hanni would not leave the station unless you picked them up.
You and Mingyu must pacify him. He was the emperor now. He needed his empress.
Thankfully, you had arrived without the need for force. Mingyu could finally sigh in relief as he watched you and Jungkook talk affectionately.
After Jungkook told you what he knew, he batted his eyelashes and said, "You're here now. Won't you take pity on us? Won't you come back to us again?"
'But I've never left.' You wanted to say. Maybe you left physically, but it had always been him and Hanni since day one. 
Sora could rest assured now.
This time, you would never leave.
***
You, Hanni, and Jungkook returned to the place Jungkook rented for a week. Jungkook told Mingyu he would be back tomorrow to properly discuss the drug case, but for now, he needed time with his family first.
Mingyu said it was no problem at all. He was itching to go home, too. Miyeon and his kids were waiting for him.
"Mama, you won't leave again, right?" Hanni held your fingers. She was scared to sleep because what if she woke up later and you were no longer around?
"Not this time, kiddo. Sleep. We'll watch Antz when you wake up, hm?"
That earned a snort from Jungkook. You pinched his cheek and told him to stop being a jealous asshole.
He caught your hand and kissed it.
Hanni giggled when she saw you and Jungkook like this. After convincing her that you wouldn't break your promise, Hanni finally fell asleep.
It was just you and Jungkook now.
The place had two rooms. Jungkook made sure Hanni had her own space wherever they went. Thankfully, you did not shy away from sleeping with Jungkook.
This was for the better. You two needed to talk for real.
"Later." You pushed Jungkook away when he topped you and started trailing kisses all over your face and neck.
Jungkook groaned but obediently followed you. He awkwardly fixed his pants, which felt tight.
You cleared your throat and pretended not to notice the bulge in his pants. Damn it.
"We need to talk first, and no. You can't just say everything is okay. It's not. What I did to you and Hanni was shitty."
You thought Jungkook would be like an obedient dog and just nuzzle your neck. Surprisingly, he turned serious for once.
"You're right. It's shitty." Jungkook jutted his chin. "And I hated you for it. I hated how easy it was for you to leave us alone."
The grievances Jungkook felt when you left were insurmountable. It made him question if it wasn't worth it, but then he remembered what you felt all these years—how you hid everything and acted like the villain.
You never wanted to leave the first time. The circumstances forced you to do it. It was he who didn't realize what was happening.
But that's the thing. You never held it against him. He was young back then. You two were powerless. Your option was the easiest way to deal with it. You just did what you thought was for the best.
"But I'm not any better. I held you on this very high pedestal because I have loved you since the beginning. I was just too blinded by embarrassment and rage, so I failed to recognize what you meant to me."
Jungkook thought about what happened before. Sora, Taehyung, and the others never participated in the protest for Mingyu, but Jungkook never held it against them.
Jungkook recently started to wonder why. And that's when he realized that it was because he loved you.
It was a shitty excuse, though it was the only reasonable explanation why he got mad at you back then. Jungkook realized people tend to have strict and high standardsfor their loved ones.
Jungkook barely batted an eyelash when the others didn't want to protest, but when you told Jungkook the same thing, he got angry and started resenting you.
As it turned out, he resented you for no reason. His heart caved every time he remembered the truth. Mingyu's words echoed in his head it was making him feel bad.
Jungkook couldn't help but kiss you again. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too." You returned the kiss. "What I did to you and Hanni isn't excusable. I won't justify it, either. I'm just sorry I doubted your love for me."
The first time you left might not be your fault, but the second one was. Making promises meant nothing. This time, you would properly apologize and make do with your promise with action.
"Will you tell me?" Jungkook cupped your face and pecked at your lips. He couldn't help it. He was not the once bitten, twice shy type of person. You were addicting.
"Will you tell me how to love you right, babe?" Jungkook was on top of you again. He licked the seam of your lips. "How do I stop your pretty little head from doubting my love for you?"
You purred and rubbed your hips against his crotch. Jungkook was not like any other guy. He'd think of how to improve himself instead of punishing you for what you did.
He loved you so much.
"Just stay with me. Please. I'll be good now. I promise." You felt hot all over, urging Jungkook to unbutton your blouse.
He slowly undressed you as he kissed your neck down to your chest. Sweet. You smelled divine.
Jungkook embraced you while you wrapped your legs around his hips. Heat rolled to your belly. Jungkook pushed you against the headboard, and your back felt the velvet fabric tickling your naked back.
Jungkook was wearing his police uniform. He pinned both your hands to your head and locked them with his handcuff.
You gasped.
Jungkook's eyes pooled with desire when he saw you like this.
"I'll tie you like this if you dare leave me again."
It should've made you mad or embarrassed. Anything would do, but your treacherous body felt desire.
Only groans and moans and soft whimpers reverberated through the room.
'Tomorrow.' You promised yourself. 'We'll talk more tomorrow.'
***
Tomorrow came, and still, you and Jungkook hadn't talked. He got busy with work, and so did you. Mina had a breakdown on the other line, wondering where you went.
You apologized to your secretary and promised to finish your work. The week passed by with both you and Jungkook drowning with work. Hanni didn't have to worry about daycare since it was not formal schooling yet. You might have to enroll her in a formal school next year.
The topic of raising Hanni became your first priority when you went back to Busan.
You and Jungkook decided to raise Hanni in the Kang residence because traces of her departed parents were still here. You both swore not to make major changes in the house, as the decision depended on Hanni. This home belonged to her.
"I like it when we're like this." You embraced Jungkook. You two were slow dancing.
You were at a party tonight to celebrate the Lee couple's tenth wedding anniversary. Jungkook looked dashing in his black three-piece suit. Meanwhile, your boyfriend couldn't keep his eyes off you. He liked how you wore a pastel-colored dress. Jungkook couldn't get his hands off you that you arrived late at the party.
Your makeup was ruined, too. Damn this beast.
No one would have thought he was a monster in bed, though—not when he was holding you like a hatchling now.
"I like us all the time." Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours. He sighed in contentment. "Have I told you before why I got this tattoo here?"
Jungkook was referring to his bracelet tattoo. He was no longer covering it. He wore his wristwatch on his left hand.
"Not yet."
Jungkook hummed and told you the story. Back then, Captain Yoongi always made you, and the other kids do this gesture called Shinzo wo Sasageyo. It is meant to offer your heart. Yoongi never made the gesture but never failed to teach his students to practice it.
The Captain would tell you to practice the gesture during camping and training. It remained in Jungkook's heart, so when he realized his feelings for you, he thought, why not have his tattoo on his right wrist? This way, he could do the Shinzo wo Sasageyo gesture, giving him the illusion that he was offering his heart to you.
After all, the Shinzo Wo Sasageyo gesture included placing your fist against your chest.
"You found out you love me that early?" You were shocked.
Jungkook nodded, "At that time, I knew I had feelings for you, but I was too stubborn to admit it. I thought that maybe I'm just grateful to you. You gave me hope that time, you know?"
He was talking about the time he was in a depressive state after his mother fell ill. Your song touched his heart.
You bit your lips, realizing how much of an idiot you were. All the signs were already in front of you, yet you refused to see them.
Jungkook understood your expression.
"Hey," he lifted your chin. "Don't think about it anymore. I was never vocal with my feelings."
"I never told you I love you either." You kissed Jungkook's hand. "But I hope you know it now. I hope you know I love you."
"I'm not just aware of it. I feel it, too." Jungkook was so happy he could ascend to heaven right now. "And I love you too."
As it turned out, the only thing lacking in your relationship was the expression of those three words.
Jungkook wanted to hear you say you loved him. You felt the same, too.
From now on, you'd say it until the end of time.
***
As cliche as it might sound, you could proudly say time passed smoothly. You processed the legal documents until you and Jungkook were again declared Hanni's legal guardians.
Hanni was delighted. The good news happened during her fourth birthday. She felt she couldn't ask more, especially after you relented and gifted her a rabbit.
Rabbits were said to be docile animals. Unfortunately, Hanni's rabbit seemed to hate you.
The rabbit's called Daisy. It acted all sweet and cute when Jungkook and Hanni were around, but it turned hostile around you.
You expressed your grievance to your family, but they told you were overthinking it.
Until one day...
You were so busy with work that you had forgotten to feed the poor rabbit. You rushed to its hutch to feed it, but Hanni was there caressing it.
"You don't have to feed it, Mama." Hanni hugged her pet. "Mummy Sora told me she already fed Daisy."
Goosebumps pricked at your skin at that. You screamed Jungkook's name, and he attended to you at once.
"Hanni's scaring me! She said Sora fed that damn rabbit!"
"Don't be silly." Jungkook playfully pushed your shoulder before kissing it.
"It's true, Papa. I've dreamt about Mummy Sora earlier. She said she fed Daisy already."
Another wave of goosebumps attacked your skin when you saw the rabbit's food container. It was packed yesterday! Someone had already opened it!
You and Jungkook looked at each other in fear.
Hanni assured you, "Don't worry, Mama and Papa. Mummy Sora is very nice. She said she won't scare you guys."
The little girl giggled and told you to carry Daisy. "Mummy even said she talked to Daisy. Daisy will be a good girl now. She won't get angry at you."
Truth be told, the rabbit didn't snarl at you anymore. It even cooed when you touch its tiny nose.
"Yes!" You felt victorious.
Jungkook laughed at your reaction. The fear enveloping you vanished. You looked up and silently thanked your departed best friend.
Jungkook felt grateful, too. He lovingly looked at his loved ones before looking at the ceiling.
"I have a fiancée, a child, and a rabbit. What more could I ask for?"
- END -
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This fic is dedicated to Trixie, a.k.a, my sister and best friend.
When the Connie in this fic said, “When you know, you know.” I FELT THAT. When we started talking, I just knew we’d be close because we’re similar in many ways, except that you are better than me. Please don’t refute this statement because ‘you being better’ makes me want to become a better person, too. You are my inspiration, my peach.
Trixie, I can’t thank you enough for all the things you’ve done for me. Thank you for being my hope this 2023. This year started shitty, but it will not end with a bad taste in my mouth because of you. I love and cherish you so much. I didn’t know it was possible to love a friend this much.
Thank you for sharing your music with me. The way the narrator describes Y/N’s voice in this fic is just me gushing over your songs. May you continue pursuing your love for music. I will always support you. I don’t know how else to thank you, so just accept this fic. I keep you in mind while writing EVERY WORD in this fic—wondering if you’ll like it, so please enjoy reading.
Thanks again.
I love you so much.
With love, Your sister.
PLEASE LISTEN TO TRIXIE (Y/N) COVER OF THE SONG HERE
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h0neypjm · 2 years
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"big tiddie anime bitches" | jjk
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↳ Summary: Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.
Alternatively...
You hate the idea of dressing up as those stupid "big tiddie anime bitches" but your love for Jeon Jungkook is stronger. Besides Jungkook will have his turn next.
↳ Pairing: Jungkook x reader
↳ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, 'maid for you' couple !
↳ Rating: 18+
↳ Word count: 3.5k
↳ Warnings: disgusting amount of love and adoration between these two ew, unprotected sex, swearing, spanking, titty job, oral (both female and male), spit, reverse cowgirl, lovebites, fingering, big dick! jk, stomach bulging, creampies, crying (but the good kind), dom! jk,
↳ a/n: this is a prequel to my other fic 'maid for you' however this fic can be read on its own. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEON JUNGKOOK MY LOVE <3
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“Okay, hear me out.”
“No, Jungkook, I will not hear you out.”
With an exasperated sigh, you rise from the couch and head to your bathroom, leaving a pouting Jungkook who follows you like a lost puppy.
“Don’t you think it would be so hot though,” Jungkook tries again.
You hastily clip your hair back, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror, “maybe for you, you pervert.”
Jungkook remains nonchalant, your claim doing little to defer his desires. “Babeee,” he whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so he can lean his chin onto your shoulder.
“Sorry that I don’t want to feed into your weeb fantasies,” you say, reaching for your toothbrush.
Jungkook’s silent for a while, watching as you brush your teeth before muttering a quiet, “fine,” and leaving you with a light kiss to your neck.
In all honesty, the thought of dressing up as Mai from you and Jungkook’s recent anime binge, ‘Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai,’ doesn’t disgust you. You’ll admit, her little bunny girl get up is hot, and out of all the other characters Jungkook has begged you to dress up as, the bunny girl outfit is probably one of the easiest costumes to get into because let’s be real, no matter how much Jungkook begs you will never paint yourself blue (he can find his own Widowmaker somewhere else).
As you finish up your skincare, you ponder over his request once again. His birthday is coming up soon, and ignoring the fact that there's a suspicious lump of presents stuffed in the back of your closet all for him, one more present wouldn’t hurt.
Entering your bedroom you find your boyfriend bundled up in the sheets, the glow of his phone highlighting his pretty face.
You make yourself known, your knee dipping into the mattress, making Jungkook turn over towards you, his arms welcoming you for your nightly spooning.
“You’re not mad at me right?” he whispers into your hair to which you reply with a snort, “no, why would I be?”
Jungkook sighs like he’s embarrassed, nuzzling his nose deep into your neck, you wiggle away at the ticklish feeling but his strong arms keep you in place. “Because I always ask you to dress up as those characters even though you always like to rant to me about the male gaze and how a bikini doesn’t count as armour.” He cards his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on the skin of your waist, “I don’t want you to think i’m some crazed horndog who objectifies their girlfriend.”
You laugh, big and goofy, and if Jungkook wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts he would’ve kissed you silly.
“Baby I would never think that, you’ve proved to me many times that your love is genuine. But hey, I don't blame you, I’ve got great tits,” you declare, turning to face his sleepy eyes.
“And a great ass too,” he adds, gripping your bottom with a tight hold that makes you gasp.
“I love you,” Jungkook says, pure adoration across his face.
You wanna squish his cheeks so bad, “aww you love me?” comes your teasing reply.
Jungkook rolls his eyes before wriggling into a more comfy position, “just say it back so I can sleep.”
You give into your desire to squish his cheeks by booping his nose. It scrunches cutely and he opens one eye, “I love you too,” you finally say.
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The lively music is cranked down and the attention is solely focused on Jungkook. He’s got a big smile plastered across his face, his cheeks a cute shade of pink as he raises his cup.
“I’d just like to thank you all for being here tonight, I couldn’t ask for a better birthday celebration,” Jungkook announces, eliciting a “I LOVE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!” from none other than a plastered Park Jimin. Jungkook’s eyes crinkle when he shouts back a string of adoration before pulling you in towards him.
“I would also like to thank my beautiful girlfriend who planned this all out,” Jungkook says, those eyes of his that you love so much sparkling just for you.
A round of “awws” makes its way to the two of you and you shyly hide your blush into Jungkook’s chest. He gently kisses the top of your head, the flicker of his birthday candle flames creating an angelic aura around you.
When the chorus of singing finally dies down and Jungkook bends down to blow out his candle and make a wish, he wishes for a forever happiness with you.
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As you approach Jungkook with the last handful of empty beer cans, you dump them into the large trash bag and wrap your arms around his backside.
“Hey,” you whisper, gripping his shirt to grab his attention.
“What is it baby,” Jungkook replies mindlessly, scrubbing a stubborn stain out of a plate.
A mischievous grin paints your visage as you tell him, “I have one more present for you.”
Placing the clean plate onto the drying rack, Jungkook cranes his next to look at you, “what! baby you’ve done so much for me already.”
Your smile only grows wider as you gauge Jungkook’s reaction to your words, “I know, but I wanted to fulfil one of your wishes.”
Jungkook pauses, his head tilting slightly as he tries to remember what you’re talking about. “What do you mean wish? What wish are we talking about here?”
You release your grip on him to lean against the counter top, eyeing him closely, “you know… the thing you wanted me to do the other week?”
He shakes his head, looking at you as if it would help him remember before giving up, “I’m lost.”
Pushing yourself off of the counter you roll your eyes, “ugh just meet me in the bedroom when you're done,” you say as you sashay out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
There’s a long second that passes, the water from the tap suddenly getting hot before Jungkook breathes in with a mumbled, “oh, oh.” 
Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook’s eyes light up with the realisation that he was gonna get lucky tonight. He rushes to the bedroom, almost breaking a glass cup on the way. He expects you to be on the bed laid out for him, but you’re not.
There’s a sliver of yellow light that spills from under the bathroom door and a quiet “shit” that leaves your lips. Jungkook hears a snap, like a rubber band against skin, a small whimper comes from your mouth and Jungkook worriedly knocks on the door.
“What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”
When you bought the damn costume you didn’t read the reviews. You completely missed the part where numerous people recommended buying a size up. Now you’re suffering those consequences and you finally shimmy the body suit on.
“Get on the bed and wait,” you try to say as sweetly as you can, but there's a twinge of struggle that comes making Jungkook lean his ear suspiciously against the door.
“Alright, I’ll wait, but I should remind you that It’s my birthday and you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”
You hear the shuffle of bedsheets, Jungkook probably listening to you and lying down on the bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror, both shocked and surprised at how good you look despite the fact that your tits bulge out like you’ve squeezed yourself into those corsets from the 19th century. Not to mention that the body suit is so tight that if you took a deep breath it kind of hurt, but you’ve already made it this far, and you have an excited birthday boy on the other side of the door so with small inhale that doesn’t cause your lungs to hate you, you open the bathroom door.
“Can I open my eyes now,” Jungkook asks excitedly, his tattooed hands covering the entirety of his face.
You’re standing like a stiff soldier, unsure of how to present yourself, “uh, no, don’t look yet.”
Should you pose? How should you stand? Maybe lean against the doorframe? No that’s stupid…
“Oh, fuck”
In the midst of deciding if you should pose like a bunny girl, or get onto the bed, Jungkook had lost his patience and opened his eyes.
“Jungkook! I told you to shut your eyes.”
Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes big as he drinks up your curves. He doesn’t know where to look. Your hips are rounded to perfection, thick thighs on display, your boobs practically one jump away from popping out, the cute bunny ears standing tall that surprisingly suit your features.
“Shit, is it bad that i’m already hard, fucking hell.”
Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s proud because he finally convinced you to dress up for him or proud at the fact that you’re all his. His dick however, agrees to both.
“Men,” you scoff sarcastically as you crawl towards Jungkook whose head lays against the headboard, his taut thighs spread as if to welcome you. 
You find comfort between his thighs kneeling before him and holding his chin in your hand. “Happy birthday, Jungkook,” you say, seduction dropping from your lips.
He smirks back, eyes dropping down to your glossy lips, “mmm, happy birthday to me indeed.”
It’s messy, both your lips getting sticky with a mixture of your lip gloss and saliva, but you love it. Jungkook opens his mouth, you follow his rhythm, your tongue poking out to intertwine with his.
You moan into his mouth when his hands find purchase on your ass. His big hands squeeze both cheeks before slapping them, a loud smack echoing around the room. His action pushes you closer to him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.
Jungkook’s hands continue to wander before he giggles softly at the discovery of the cute fuzzy tail attached to your bottom.
“Cute,” he utters into your neck, licking your collarbones and sucking your sweet skin.
“What?” you pant, leaning your head back to offer more skin to Jungkook, to which he happily leaves a trail of love bites that slowly bloom along your neckline.
He pokes your butt, “you have a little tail.”
You wiggle your hips, the tail brushing along Jungkook’s hand. You move away from him and run your nails down his thighs, “whatever, get your shirt off and your dick out.”
A lopsided smile erupts on his face, “ohh bunny girl is feisty tonight.” Though, he obeys your command, pulling his shirt over his head in that weird but attractive way that boys do, and unbuckles the belt of his jeans.
Jungkook is indeed very hard, his cock slapping against his abdomen the second it's released from the denim.
You spit into your hand, gripping his cock immediately, drawing out a shocked groan from your boyfriend.
You take care of him with love, your grip tight, making sure to fist his red tip before bringing it back down the length of his shaft.
Once his cock is nice and prepped, shiny from your saliva, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly before fluttering your lashes up at him.
His lids are half open, to keep his gaze on you while revelling in the bliss of your heavenly mouth. “Fuck baby, love your mouth,” he groans, bringing his fingers to brush away the strands that fall into your eyes.
You continue your actions, bobbing your head up and down as you watch your boyfriend crumble from pleasure. Suddenly, an idea pops into your brain. Releasing his length from your mouth, you begin to pull off the tight clear straps from your shoulders.
Your tits pop out provocatively, bouncing slightly as they’re released from the confinements of the tight bodysuit.
Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, “wh-what are you doing.”
You’re still continuing to jerk him off, and Jungkook swears he’s about to bust a nut when you ask, “do you wanna fuck my tits?”
He sits up at that, startling you, “are you kidding? Fuck yeah I do.”
You laugh at his cute reaction and flick your hair so it falls off your shoulder, you gotta make sure the girls are all clear for your man after all.
Jungkook holds the base of his cock and you use your hands to press your tits together. He slides in with ease, a hiss and a small “shit” falling from his lips.
You keep your gaze on him, he always likes when you look at him during intimate times like this. You continue your stare, eyes hazy and you let drool dribble out of your mouth, letting it run
down your cleavage and onto his tip. His dick twitches in response and you hide your smile by biting your lip.
Holding your tits together you bounce them up and down, you stick your tongue out teasingly, letting it connect to his tip every time his cock peeps through your cleavage.
“Does it feel good baby?” you ask, helping Jungkook speed up the rhythm of his thrusts. “Mmm God, feels so good baby,” he whines and you swear a flood breaks out in your panties.
You love to please him, his eyes fluttering shut, until he takes his cock out of your hold. “Come here love, I'm gonna cum if you keep going. It's my turn now.”
You pout at the loss of his warmth, “babe it's your birthday, today is all about you. Let me take care of you.”
Jungkook gets up, pulling his jeans fully off his body, leaving his stark naked in front of you. You shamelessly ogle his body, he’s just so fine! 
“There’s a flaw in your logic there babe. Today is all about me, therefore I get to decide what I want to do. And what I want to do is eat you out.”
“Alright birthday boy,” you grin, switching places with Jungkook. Before you lay down you start to remove your bodysuit, that’s until Jungkook lets out a choked, “no! Keep it on.”
You pause, head cocking to the side, “but how are you gonna-”
“Shh, don’t even worry about it, leave all the work to me babe.”
And work he does as he gets right into pleasuring you.
Jungkook starts by teasing you slowly, kissing your heat over the thin material. “Shit baby, you’ve soaked your costume,” he jibes, hooking his thumbs under the elastic to reveal your dripping slit.
You feel his hot breath as it hits your pussy making you involuntarily clench at what’s to come. “Fuck, baby you’ve got the prettiest pussy in the world.”
You cross your arms over your face embarrassed, “Jungkook, please.”
Jungkook listens, flattening his tongue against you, tasting you.
You inhale sharply as Jungkook pulls the costume back more and you fist the sheets when he finally dives in.
“Oh, God! Jungkook!” you moan, basking in the electric pleasure that shoots through you as Jungkook sucks and tongues at your clit like a man starved.
With his free hand, he pops two fingers in his mouth, watching your flushed expression with dark eyes. You feel his fingers at the entrance of your hole, teasing you as his tongue continues to draw pictures on your swollen nub.
Your thighs clench around Jungkook’s head when he slips two of his fingers inside of you. “Ah! Feels so good, baby.”
He says nothing, his reply coming through the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers.
Jungkook is skilled, used to all the signs and crevices of your body, so when your hips begin to lift, and your toes begin to clench, Jungkook keeps at his pace.
His mouth opens and closes around your heat, his fingers curling inside as you explode, your orgasm completely swallowing you.
You throw your head back into the pillows, a whine bubbling out of your mouth. Once your hips settle back down, Jungkook knows the high is over, releasing his mouth and fingers off of you.
Your costume snaps back into place and you sigh, Jungkook crawling on top of you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He always gets so cocky after making you cum.
He kisses you again and you melt, tasting yourself on his tongue.
His hands find your waist and you squeal into his neck as he swiftly flips you on top of him. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your face from the abrupt movement, “your strength continues to amaze me,” you giggle, smiling down sweetly at Jungkook. 
You kiss him again because you simply can’t get enough of him, he slaps your ass grabbing your attention. “I want you to turn around.”
You almost frown, “but I want you to look at me when I ride you.”
He runs a ringer down your arm before squeezing your boob in his palm, “you will baby just turn around for me first.”
You comply anyway, turning your body away from him, “you just wanna watch my bunny tail bounce don’t you,” you accuse. Jungkook laughs, “maybe.”
You don’t allow another second to be wasted, sitting up on your knees to move the sticky costume to the side. With your other hand you reach down and hold the base of Jungkook’s cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.
You both groan at the sensation of your warmth enveloping his length, your voices harmonising together in pleasure. You swivel your hips in small circles, getting comfortable with his huge size.
Jungkook places both hands on your hips, and you take that as a sign to show him how well you can ride it.
You begin with a light bounce, letting go of the bunny girl costume material as his cock holds it out of the way. You lean your hands on his thighs gaining a steady rhythm humming at the euphoria that spreads through your body.
Jungkook will admit, the sight of your bunny tailed ass paired with the ears that sit atop of your cute head is a sight that makes him release a deep groan.
His hands tighten on your skin and he thrusts up, his body spinning in pleasure, “baby you’re so hot, so tight, fuck.”
You try your best to maintain the speed, loud wet smacks ricocheting around the walls of your room. However, the burn in your tired thighs takes over, and Jungkook notices the way you start to slow down, and he’s not having it.
Jungkook takes the reins and thrusts his hips at a rapid speed that has you screaming his name. As Jungkook increases his speed, he grabs both of your arms, using them to help him piston into you at a faster speed.
“Ah! Oh fuck Jungkook” is all you can say, the pleasure vibrating all over your skin. A mix of both your essences melds together and drips down your thighs, you sigh and fall back against his chest. You can finally see Jungkook, and god, he’s so pretty.
Jungkook continues to thrust into you, his breath staggered and rough as it rushes against your ear. Your tits bounce ferociously like those hentai videos you’ve caught him watching, and as you expected, he grabs one in his hand rubbing a finger over your nipple and squeezing the other.
You pant in his neck, leaving small kisses on his hot skin to which he turns his head to offer you his lips.
Jungkook’s hand releases your tit to find your clit, rubbing fast circles that push you further to your release.
Your mouth falls open, unable to speak. Jungkook is focused on the way your bodies meet, his eyes wide when he notices something.
“Holy shit, look at that love, my dick so big you can see it through your stomach.”
You raise your head, eyes almost crossing at the sight of the bulge that pokes through your stomach every time Jungkook sends a hard thrust into you.
You can’t take it anymore, “Jungkook! Baby I’m gonna cum,” you feel your eyes starting to water at the impending explosion of your orgasm.
You know Jungkook is close, his teeth wrapped around his bottom lip, “yeah, hold it baby I’m almost there, fuck I love you.”
You could almost cry. “I love you so much too Koo.”
With one final thrust you both cum together.
Jungkook holds you tightly, his dick snug inside of your walls as he starts to soften.
No words are spoken, just the sound of deep breaths and shuddered sighs. It’s heavenly. 
Jungkook gently exits your heat, his cum slowly dripping out onto your thighs and onto your bed sheets.
“Just letting you know, it’s gonna be your turn next,” you mumble tiredly, stretching your arms before wrapping them around Jungkook’s head as he continues to catch his breath.
He only scoffs in return, turning his head towards you to plant a sweet kiss against your forehead, “as if.”
Oh, you're so getting back at him.
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justimajin · 8 months
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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 1
↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst
↳ (5.5k), Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes) 
↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.
↠ Warnings: pg13, some swearing
↠ A/N: This one going to be a little different from my usual series. There’s probably going to be some inaccuracies with the business terminology and huge warning - there’s a lot of turtle paced development coming up ahead 🐢
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↠ Next Update: Tuesday, July 25 (series masterpost here)
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The rain drizzles down, pellets of water smacking against the window.
A huff of warm breath leaves you, the mist clouding up the surface of the glass. Your drooping eyes fixate on the roads outside, watching pools of water forming along the streets as another yawn bubbles up from your throat. 
Blinking wearily, a sudden jolt has your body swaying. Your hands immediately shoot out, tightly gripping onto the pole next to you for dear life. 
Looking left and right, recognition sparks through your eyes as your form becomes stationary. You whirl around, hands pushing against the multitude of strange bodies that block your exit.
“Excuse me.” You hiss, ignoring the lady that sends you a glare from your insistent urge to bypass her. 
You end up finally making your way through, shoulders dropping down with relief. However, the moment your feet advance forward to slide through the plastic doors, they twirl and slam right on you. 
“HEY!” You shout right away, eyeing the bus driver that rushes to step on the gas. Curling your fingers into a fist, you harshly knock against the door, “Let me out!”
The driver scrutinizes his brows at you from his rear mirror, resulting in you knocking against the plastic again with your lips set in a firm line. 
After he opens the doors with an annoyed grunt, you immediately hurl yourself outside and let out a satisfied gasp, not recalling how long you had been packed with so many individuals. 
Icy water sloshes against your feet and drowses your hair as you attempt to walk through the chaotic weather, heels hitting against the gravel. At one point you accidentally step into a puddle that engulfs your entire heel and it’s not long before the sensation of freezing cold water seeps in.  
You wince, letting out a lengthy sigh. 
Oh, the amount of things you would do for a car. 
Shaking the wistful thought away, the sight of a broad building comes across from you, the hue of black eliciting nothing but gratitude from the centre of your chest. 
Heading inside, you practically jab at the button to your floor in an instant, attempting your hardest to derail your focus from how water has begun to collect at the bottom of your feet. A familiar ding alerts you of your destination, the soles of your shoes meeting carpet. 
Your eyes are zeroed in on your watch as you rush towards the narrow hallway in a frenzy, grip tightening on your bag. The moment the sight of a white desk greets your ears, your shoulder slump down with relief. 
A woman sits directly behind it, eyes glued to the monitor before her as her hands move at the speed of light. She appears to be in her late twenties, a black blazer covering her white dress shirt and accompanied with a dark skirt.
Her eyes light up at your arrival, “Y/N!” 
You sweep by the receptionist, greeting her welcoming disposition with an exhausted one. “Morning, Bora.” 
Hastily leaving her off with a simple smile, you promptly head into the hallway where rows and rows of cubicles whizz by your quickened pace, alongside the addition of multiple doors that lead into individual offices. 
As your eyes dart around, the sudden swinging of a door has you immediately freezing. 
The words Human Resources written on a plaque flashes before your eyes as the door is promptly shut, a tall dark-haired man dressed in a white dress shirt and green tie emerging out. The scent of coffee fills the air immediately, his feet automatically revolving into your direction. 
His eyes are wide as he nearly bumps into you, practically seconds away from spilling the bitter liquid all over you. 
“Oh my god!” He exclaims, hands clamped around his drink, “I am so sorry‒ Did I get any on you?!” 
You peer down at your shirt, only remains of rain sticking to the material left behind as you shake your head. 
“I don’t think so?” 
“Are you sure?” He quickly fumbles around, frantically examining around you. 
You chuckle from his concern. “I’m fine, Hoseok.” 
Although you’ve put his worries to rest, he doesn’t seem convinced as a ㅅ pout rises on his lips. His eyes divert, suddenly narrowing themselves at your form. 
It only takes him a mere couple of seconds to state the obvious. 
“Y/N, why do you look like someone just dumped a bucket of water on you?” 
“It’s the weather.” You say with a sigh, glancing at the drops of water continuing to collect on the ground and soak the carpet. 
Hoseok snaps his fingers, “Say no more.” 
You’re left in confusion as he abruptly disappears into the HR office, emerging out with his coffee in one hand and a towel in the other. 
You’re relieved when he passes the latter to you and gestures behind him, “I brought in a bunch after I saw the weather outside.” He laughs, “Looks like it hasn’t been the nicest to everyone today.” 
You smile at that and he extends his arms, gesturing for you to take off your coat and hand him your bag. You begin walking towards your work station and he follows behind with your belongings, casually sipping down on his coffee. 
“So what’s up? How are things with you?” 
“Not too bad.” You’re attempting to shake some of the water out of your sleeves, drying them off with the towel immediately, “I've been pretty busy with our latest product launch. It seems like the company didn’t think of it as a huge investment and the numbers are just flatlining at this point.” 
Hoseok chuckles at your straightforward tone, “I meant you Y/N, not work.” He peers at you, asking in the sincerest of tones, “How have you been?” 
“Oh.” At his scrutinizing stare, you shake it off, “I guess I’ve been alright.” 
“You sure?” He quirks up a brow, “I’ve heard a lot of ‘I’m fine’s’ and ‘I’m doing alright’ lately and call me a little crazy, but I’m starting to get worried.” 
“And what?” You ask amused, “Should I report to Human Resources about my concerns?” 
“Yes!” Hoseok dramatically exclaims, pointing towards you with hopeful eyes, “Just like that! I’ve heard one of their assistants over there is really considerate and willing to listen to any problems his friend’s are having.” 
You chuckle at Hoseok’s naive disposition, knowing he’s doing his absolute best to convince you. However, you merely continue to dry your locks off with the towel he’s given you, walking alongside him. 
“I know he’s like that, trust me,” You add on, “I really do.” 
Hoseok grins, “‒But he needs to be focusing on his employee’s more than his friends.” 
Hoseok pouts at your reluctance, but you simply brush it off.
“Now, what about you?” You redirect the spotlight, “Weren’t you supposed to be visiting your parents this weekend?” 
He lets out a groan and you chuckle, “I’m taking it didn’t go so well?” 
“Of course it didn’t go well!” He huffs, “They asked me when I’m going to get a girlfriend and my mother kept saying that she’s not getting any younger anytime soon and that neither am I, and, well….” 
Your brows knit together, “What?”
“She’s been very expressive about wanting grandkids.” Hoseok says with a sigh. You have to try your best to stifle down your laughter, something that he can see is desperately trying to claw its way out. 
“Go ahead, laugh.” Hoseok says with a roll of his eyes, “My parents badly want a Hoseok junior running around and I had to explain to them that it takes two to make one.” 
Your laughter instantly dies out. 
“You didn’t.” 
“I did.” Hoseok hums, reaching your department. “In short and very explicit details. Turns out that doesn’t work enough to gross out your parents.” 
“Oh my god.” You shake your head, planting a hand against your face. Hoseok laughs at your natural embarrassment, walking you over to your cubicle. 
“What?” He asks amused, “Don’t you feel great after listening to good ol’ Hobi’s tales of woe?” 
You sit down at your desk, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh I do, thank you so much for enlightening me with the information.” 
“Anytime~” 
Hoseok departs with a silly grin on his features, something has you shaking your head in disbelief as you wave him off. You roll your chair closer to your desk, waiting for your computer to reboot as you peer around. 
The office is wide and expensive, multiple floors and separate divisions spanning across the building. Your work area lies within the Sales and Finances department, a sector that involves monitoring revenues and expenses, along with ensuring that resources are used to their best capability without skewing away from the company’s budget. Within the department, you work towards the first part of the two.  
At the sound of shuffling from your right, your eyes dart over. 
There’s a head full of russet brown hair seated next to your cubicle, his form being nearly invisible if you hadn’t caught a brief flash of him. His narrowed eyes are fixated on the spreadsheet on his monitor as his right hand jots down a handful of numbers. 
You smile, “Morning, Yoongi.”
He lets out a small sound of acknowledgement, barely leaving his gaze from his monitor to respond back.
Your screen finally lights up, eyes trailing all over it. The very first thing you do is scroll through your email, your eyes racking through any pending ones from either your coworkers or the department that need your immediate assistance. After scrutinizing the couple that have already been sitting in there from this morning, you attempt to examine the notice you’ve gotten about the recent product that was launched, a sales report being requested.
A sigh leaves your lips at the realization, before you lean towards the barrier that separates yours and Yoongi’s desks.
“I’m assuming you’re already working on sending them a finance report?”
Yoongi hums, letting out a sigh that seems to match your own. 
“If you ask me, they’re being really fussy about this.”
A smile quirks on your lips.
If there was anything you’d love about Yoongi, it was his brutal honesty.
“It’s already failed, I don’t think analyzing the trend for the third time will do much.” You mutter in response, already conjugating information on your screen despite your words.
You hear a small chuckle from Yoongi’s side, “I’d love to hear you repeat those words to management.”
If there wasn’t a plastic wall separating the two of you, you could almost bet he would be getting a playful glare from your end.
You redirect your gaze back to your screen. 
The phone company you work at is supposed to be top notch, a booming competitor in the industry. However, ever since a recent product launch for an absolutely new cell phone with slightly upgraded features went wrong in the market, your department has been receiving quite a bit of heat.
No one wants to lose money – in fact you can understand the company’s frustration. But unfortunately you can’t reason with their inability to comprehend that they’ve indeed lost money and constantly analyzing trends won’t do them much good if they want to cut their losses for the long term.
Before you can question Yoongi on what he’s writing off for the profit and loss statement, the sound of footsteps approaching you grabs your attention. 
In an instant, your head is raised, back straightened and a professional smile tugging on your lips.
“Y/N.” The woman calls, dressed in a formal black business suit with a clipboard in her hands. Her full name is written on a nameplate that sits right below her long brown locks, paling in comparison to the simple employee tag that’s clipped to your clothes.
“Soyou.” You politely greet, acknowledging your manager’s appearance.
“Do you have a minute?” She ponders, glancing at your screen. 
There’s a sales report with your name on it and hours of rebuttal with Yoongi on your to-do list, but you shove those thoughts away with a polite ‘of course’.  
“Excellent.” She smiles and you follow behind, the familiar walls greeting you immediately. Ushering you to sit down, you oblige as she leans back on her desk, facing you.
Having a conversation with your manager isn’t out of ordinary in regards to any updates on your work, but the fact that Soyou wants to speak with you privately raises some unease on your part.
You can only hope that your work performance has been satisfactory. 
“I wanted to discuss a matter with you.” Instantly, your eyes are on alert. 
She pivots, grabbing a file from behind her. “We’ve just hired a new employee.”
Your stare morphs into confusion for a moment as she flips through the papers in her hand, “It’s important for him to receive some training and we’ve mandated that he'll be an intern for the company first.”
Although relief floods through your form at the simple new hiring, you can’t dim down any of the confusion. Interns are usually those that work within an organization for a small period of time, mainly to get some experience under their belt for their resumes. 
But this is an employee that’s already been hired, so why is the company accepting him just as an intern first?
Despite all the questions and scenarios lingering in your mind, you politely nod as Soyou continues, “He needs to shadow an employee from our Sales department for a few days, which is why I’ve brought you here.” 
Job shadowing was usually done for newer employee’s to get comfortable within their new job roles. As the name implies, these employees are given them the opportunity to follow around another person within the company like a ‘shadow’ and be able to observe how they deal with things on the job. 
You hum, understanding that essentially you’re being asked to be a mentor, “I understand.” 
“Good.” Soyou puts the file away, crossing her arms with a smile, “I’ll be checking in on your progress and if there are any concerns, please let me know.”
You nod to her words, rising from your seat. Truthfully, you’re not that ecstatic at the idea of someone observing you during such a heavy work period, but you suppose it wouldn’t be too much to handle compared to what you do on a daily basis.
Soyou leads you outside her office but your feet halt, a sudden thought sparking in your mind.
“Soyou–“
She spins around, confusion etched on her features.
Your manager is standing right in front of you, in private, away from any ease-dropping ears. 
The golden opportunity slips away as easily as it came. 
“Thank you.” You plaster on a smile, “For this opportunity. I’ll do my best.”
“I would hope so.” She says with a smile, escorting you out. You want to internally groan already, frustrated with yourself beyond belief.
“Before I forget–“ She stops the door from shutting, your eyes wide. “Kim Seokjin will be here promptly tomorrow morning.”
Your brows knit together, “The intern that will be shadowing you.”
Recognition dawns on you and you nod, turning around to leave the area. However in the midst of heading back to your workplace, your brows stay knitted together, feet slowly moving.
“Kim…Seokjin?” You mumble. There’s a certain ring to it that makes you think it sounds familiar, but there’s no face that you can place on it.
With a sigh, you shake your head, knowing you’ll find out who he is soon enough.
***
Although the morning has just begun, it’s not long before you’re occupied with things as you work towards completing your report. But even though there’s a set of numbers and a bright screen flashing right against your eyes, your mind seems to be preoccupied elsewhere.
You decide to take a break after a couple of hours, returning with a cup of coffee only to see the cubicle next to you entirely empty. Setting your cup aside, you peer back and forth for a couple of minutes before noticing Yoongi returning.
Your eyes widen as you notice Soyou’s lingering around her office.
He sits down with a grunt, annoyance etches on his features.
“Did you get called in too?”
Yoongi’s gaze darts over to you, eyes narrowed as he hums.
Your voice drops into a whisper, “Is it about the new employee?”
His eyes look around before he’s leaning closer to you, “Soyou said he was going to be an intern before getting officially hired and that he needs to shadow an employee.”
Your brows contort, “Wait, what?”
“What is it?”
“Nothing, just…” You shake your head, “I got the same talk from her. Why are they hiring an employee as an intern and then asking him to follow us both around?”
“It’s weird.” Yoongi states, vocalizing your thoughts right away. “Almost like they haven’t decided if they want to officially hire him or not.” 
You nod and he shrugs with a sigh, “There’s not much we can do about it.”
You hum, watching him scan over the contents of his screen in between your conversation. You ultimately agree that he’s right – even though all the variables in the equation don’t make sense, it’s something you have to do regardless.
***
The end of a long day of work is the most gratifying feeling ever.
Your sore back is on the verge of thanking you when you stretch, legs finally waking up from their slumber. The floor is nearly empty, the majority of your coworkers having left as you spent the remaining time finishing up your report. 
Which is displayed on your monitor as a relieved smile curls on your lips. You make the decision of handing it in tomorrow and the monitor is turned off, displaying pitch black. 
Departing out of the building, you take a step back, grimacing at the sight of rain. 
“Y/N!” 
You spin around in surprise as Hoseok approaches you, holding up a newspaper over his head with a giant smile. 
You blink, “What are you still doing here?” 
“I was a bit backlogged with work.” Hoseok sheepishly smiles. He suddenly shifts, pointing behind him, “But I luckily ran into Yoongi while I was leaving!” 
Yoongi appears within seconds, hair soaking wet from the weather. 
Hoseok frowns, “I told you to grab an umbrella.” 
Yoongi turns to him with a deadpan expression, “And I told you I forgot to bring one.”
Hoseok shakes his head in exasperation and you muse at how Yoongi’s practically being doused with water, not caring enough to shield himself like Hoseok. 
“What?” Yoongi ponders at your smile, “Is there a problem?” 
You shake your head, “I was just thinking about how you look like a cat that’s being forced to take a bath.” 
Yoongi playfully rolls his eyes at you and Hoseok snickers, before his eyes suddenly light up. 
“Oh, Y/N! Did you get a chance to talk to Soyou?” 
A sound of dismay leaves you and Yoongi raises a brow. 
“I’m assuming things didn't go well?” 
You nod, gesturing for Hoseok to stand with you closer to the building so he isn’t being poured on anymore. You gesture towards Yoongi too, but the latter shakes his head and mumbles there’s only enough space for two people. 
“Yeah…” You mumble, “Do you guys think I’m working hard enough?” 
It’s a thought that truthfully lingers in your mind ‒ hours of work ultimately being futile when you’re nowhere near an advancement in your pay. 
“Man, is that even a question?” Hoseok chuckles. 
You softly smile in return, but Yoongi speaks up. 
“You do.” He says, intently staring at you, “You’re very efficient. It takes a certain skill set to get through a horrendous product launch and to properly forecast the aftermath of it.”
Your eyes widen and Hoseok stares at Yoongi stunned, his mouth wide open. 
He plants a hand on his shoulder, “T-That was beautiful, Hyung.” 
Yoongi scrunches up his nose, recoiling at Hoseok’s words. 
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You sincerely say, “It means a lot coming from someone who's a workaholic.” 
“You do work a lot.” Hoseok turns his attention to Yoongi, “Like seriously, when do you even find the time to sleep after having Yoonsun and Haru?” 
At the mention of his kids, Yoongi deeply sighs. 
“I don’t.” 
Hoseok stares at him baffled, but you nod, “I guess I can understand that.”
“Oh yeah, Yuna’s like what? Ten?” 
Yoongi frowns, “Isn’t she fourteen?” 
“She is fourteen.” You state, glancing at Hoseok perplexed. He merely pouts, saying that these days there’s no way of telling if someone is ten or fourteen and Yoongi responds with the fact that you actually can and perhaps Hoseok was getting a lot older than he hoped. 
Hoseok shakes his head immediately, “Alright, alright, enough of that.” His eyes spark, “Are you guys up for grabbing dinner together?” 
Yoongi hums as you shake your head right away with a wince, “Maybe another night, I’m working a shift tonight.” 
Hoseok nods understandably, waving you off with Yoongi as you turn to leave. 
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Even though the day has come to a halt, it’s as if your entire day has just restarted. 
Your business attire is exchanged for a frilly white apron strung around your waist, a smile plastered on your lips and a notepad with a pen in your hands. 
“Can I interest you in any of our specials?” Your friendly eyes flicker between the middle-aged couple currently in the midst of scanning through their menus. 
The man shakes his head without a response, appearing as if he were annoyed from your presence. You patiently wait for them to make a choice, ignoring the fact that the place is already packed with bustling voices and that there’s two children running around, presumably with high amounts of sugar in their systems. 
“Why are all these options so expensive?” The woman huffs, staring at you for an answer. 
“All of our dishes are made from scratch.” You politely reply. 
She lets out a noise of discontent, lazily handing the menu to you, “Fine, whatever. Get me this mushroom soup dish, I’m starving.” 
Her eyes snap up to her husband, who is still taking his sweet time, “Will you order already?” 
“I’ll have whatever she’s having.” He says with a sigh. You take there menus kindly, turning around to serve the next tabl‒
“HEY!” A man next to the table you’ve just served pounds his hand against the table, “I placed my order half an hour ago! Where is it?!” 
You meekly bow, a strained smile on your lips, “We have a full house today so the wait time has increased. I apologize for the inconvenience, Sir.” 
“Fancy establishment, my ass.” He spits under his breath, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. You hurriedly make your way over to the counter leading to the kitchen, already feeling the man’s stare bleeding into the back of your skull. 
“Is order 17 ready?” You ask, slumping against the long table. Your clothes are in a disarray from bustling around and there’s a particular deep ache radiating within the soles of your feet. 
An instant small ding has your eyes lighting up in relief, a handful of plates arriving in your hands. You carefully balance them with your palms and turn around, cautiously but promptly heading towards your table. 
Suddenly there’s a jab to your leg, one of the children let loose nearly bumping into you. You attempt to steady yourself but a woman abruptly smacks into your shoulder. 
A loud crash echoes within the restaurant, all heads whipping around. 
The woman stands in front of you, a nice helping of wine splattered all across her white blouse. Her son ‒ who you presume was the one running around you, is hiding behind her, a mischievous smile on his face. 
Your wide eyes peer up, barely acknowledging that there’s an entire serving of spaghetti falling from your apron. As soon as the realization sinks in, you move to pick up the fallen food and plates. 
A hand stops you. 
You can only stare as the woman’s face turns into the same shade of wine. 
“How dare you?!” She nearly screams, “What if my boy got injured from the glass?!?” 
You almost want to scoff, baffled by her concern. Her son shouldn’t have been running around in a restaurant in the first place, nearly having bumped into you if his mother hadn’t come running after him. 
You were just a waitress for god’s sake, not meant to be someone’s babysitter. 
You simply grind your teeth and lean down in response, picking up the broken pieces of glass from the ground. 
She shakes her head in disapproval, “What kind of wretched server doesn’t even care for her customers?!” Her voice implodes again, catching everyone’s attention, “Where’s your Manager?!” 
Your hands instantly freeze, balling up into fists again. The Manager card is one you’ve heard of many times and unlike most establishments, yours tend to love the policy where the customer walks away happy. 
A sigh leaves your lips and you swear this woman is burning lasers into you while looking like she was ready to pounce at any moment. 
Two hands abruptly reach out for the fallen pieces. 
You look up wide-eyed, astonished to find a pair of doe eyes leaning over with a giant tray, his hands hurriedly placing the pieces on it.
Once done, he rises to his feet and faces the woman. “It wasn't in our intentions for your evening to go this way.” He apologetically smiles, “Our Manager is at the front desk and would like to speak with you.” 
Although still infuriated, the prospect intrigues her and you almost want to roll your eyes, knowing that she’ll probably walk away from this encounter with a free meal while your hands are filled with tiny pieces of glass and leftover spaghetti. 
You stand up and he turns, gesturing towards the back door. 
***
The sink is turned on and there’s a rag within your hands, viciously scrubbing out leftover pasta sauce out of your white apron. It’s nearly midnight and customers have started to finally leave, granting you the opportunity at not having to walk around with food on your clothes. 
“Careful, you’ll probably destroy the fabric if you keep scrubbing it like that.” 
The back door closes and you turn around to see Jungkook. He’s still wearing an apron and there’s a tray in his hands that he places down on the counter. 
You shake your head, muttering underneath your breath, “I just don’t understand why they insist on bringing their kids in here if they aren’t going to look after them.” 
Jungkook hums, leaning over the sink and plucking the apron from your hands. 
Your brows furrow at the action, “I know what you mean.” He begins scrubbing in circles, the stains coming out much better compared to your rigorous technique.
He gestures behind him. “If it makes you feel better, there’s a leftover slice of chocolate cake with your name on it.” 
Your eyes widen, “You’re joking.” 
You inch yourself towards the tray he brought in with him, eyeing it down carefully before lifting up the top portion. 
Surely enough, there’s a slice of chocolate cake underneath it. Your jaw drops and you spin around, only to see Jungkook cheekily smiling. 
“Where did you get this?” You ask in astonishment, grabbing a fork already. 
Jungkook shrugs, “Apparently one of the couples ordered our speciality cake but only took one slice and claimed it was too sweet.” He chuckles, “Plus I figured it was time to celebrate another screaming customer.” 
Your shoulders slump down as a groan leaves you from the memory and he laughs at your reaction. 
“Why do they always blame the employee’s for everything?” 
He shakes his head, “Because we’re entirely responsible for this place even though we just get paid minimum wage.” 
You snort, continuing to eat your cake. 
“So how has the job search been going lately?” 
Jungkook lets out a sigh, “It hasn’t been so bad. I’ve applied to some places and I’m just hoping for the best.” 
His eyes suddenly light up, “Oh‒ I applied for your company too by the way.” 
“Really?” He nods and a smile curls on your lips, “It would be amazing to have you there.” 
“Yeah, I saw an advertisement for customer service and thought I’d give it a shot.” He points a warning finger in your direction, “Don’t tell Hoseok though. Last time I visited, he practically launched himself on me.” 
You laugh, aware Hoseok could be overly doting sometimes without realizing it. Jungkook raises his arms, a squeaky clean apron emerging within seconds. 
Your eyes widen and he hands it to you with a grin, “How did you‒?” 
“One of many skills I've learned from working here is how to get stains properly out of aprons.” 
You smile at him and he returns it. 
It’s not long before you’re leaving the place, feet badly aching and a chilling breeze greeting you outside. You and Jungkook end up waiting half an hour in it for a bus to come along and by the time it does, you can’t wait to get home and for the day to be finally over. 
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You huff entering the room, form shivering and your hands tightened on your bag. You juggle it in between with your keys, one of your legs stretched out to hold the door open in the process.
Your eyes rack over the small apartment complex. The low ceiling results in your head having to occasionally lower, floorboards creaking as your feet shuffle against the cold hardwood. A kitchen is situated to your right, with a long narrow hallway leading into the living room.
As you carefully take your shoes off, your eyes roam around. It’s dead silent and you quietly pad across the wooden floorboards. 
Suddenly a pair of upside down eyes are staring at you brightly. A hand rests against your racing heart and you recall occasionally forgetting that your apartment’s layout consists of her bedroom being right above the front door.
Yuna giggles like she knows she’s accidentally frightened you again and you scoff, a warm smile spreading on your lips.
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” 
She smiles, “I was, but then I heard the sound of your keys.” 
You shake your head, setting down your bag, “Did you get the chance to eat something?” 
She nods right away, “Was school okay?” 
She nods again and the corners of your lips tug up at the basic answers. Her eyes flicker, pointing towards your right hand. 
“What’s that?” 
“Oh, uh, this?” You look over to where your keys still are, a handful of letters clutched in them, “It’s just today’s mail.”
She nods, slowly lifting her head to re-enter her room again. You let out a low yawn, cracking the aching muscles of your neck and back as you head into the living room. Even though you know you need to head into the kitchen to make yourself something, you never subject your excoriating cooking skills onto your younger sister, already having acknowledged that it wouldn’t be wise to poison two people instead of just one.
With a low exhausted exhale, you scatter the multiple letters onto the table and stare at them with crossed arms. 
A deep frown settles onto your features.
Shaking your head, you decide to open all of them.
It begins with electricity. Then hydro. Rent even pops up, and the list only continues.
Your eyes scatter over the papers and the accompanying zero’s they always liked to show. However as your eyes sweep over the contents, there’s one letter that you haven’t yet regarded.
It’s different compared to the rest, and your lips pursue as you begin opening it.
Once you unfold it, it takes only a handful of words for your eyes to widen.
A loud scoff leaves your lips, the letter going straight into the trash. The sound of footsteps suddenly greet you and you quickly collect the rest of the letters into your arms, stacking them together and immediately setting them aside.
“Y/N?” 
Yuna stares at you with wide eyes and you spin around, “What is it, Yuna?” 
She curiously tilts her head to the side, “Is everything okay?” 
You wonder if the bags underneath your eyes or the fatigue in your shoulders is obvious. 
You warmly smile. 
“Everything’s just perfect.”
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⟶ Red vs Blue [Taehyung x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Smut, 18+ ⟶ Game: Halo ⟶ Warnings: Adult themes, biting, nuzzling, cuddles, video game k*lling mentioned, smoking, shower sex, oc on the dom side, nipple play, hand job, blow job, squirting, unprotected, dirty talk, etc ⟶ WC: 10k+ ⟶ Beta: @inkedtae - Thank you so much bee for reading through this fic! I appreciate your hard work and excitement you left within the comments! ⟶ Summary: Taehyung takes you back to memory lane when he reintroduces you to the game series the two of you have met on. He thinks it’s nostalgia that has you in great spirits, but really it’s the fact that he forgets you’re the better player when it comes to the Halo franchise. ⟶ Author’s Note: Apart of the “2 Player Games” series. 🎮 ⟶ Collaboration: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @/joonscypher, @/kookskingdom, & @/lavienjin! Thank you all for hosting such a fun event!
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The light tapping and spontaneous grunts coming from the other room would usually make one perk their ears up. Although for you, this is not the case because you already understand the reasons for hearing your boyfriend making all of these questionable noises. Ones that would even make the purist of persons concerned. 
You crack open just one eye to look toward the doorway to see the light from your shared gaming room to be very well lit. Exactly how you last saw it right before planting yourself in bed around midnight. Now, you search your bedsheets for your phone to check the time and look for any notifications. 
“It’s 6:43 in the morning!” You groan with your groggy voice. 
Taehyung is hours deep in the nostalgia of memory lane as he’s indulging himself with every single Halo campaign in numerological order. Wanting to play each game start to finish before starting the newly released game: Halo Infinite. Determined with himself to relive his younger years where he has spent countless hours ranking up his own character — a seven foot tall spartan — and demolishing the online multiplayer community. 
At least to him, he is a pretty good player… until he met you on the other side of the map. 
You slowly step yourself slower to the opening of your gaming room and instantly spot the side of Taehyung’s massively deshilved head of hair. He’s leaning forward in his chair with a controller in both hands and his feet planted apart. His mouth is parted in concentration as his eyebrows move with each intense action he does in the game. You could sit for hours watching the way his whole body manages to get involved with these types of games. It also reminds you to look into getting a VR next time the two of you go shopping together. 
“Tae,” you speak up, waiting to see if he hears you. 
The response of him reacting to his sudden death after fighting off the coveninet horde, the enemies, is not exactly the response you were looking for. 
This time you add a little more force with your call, taking note he is wearing a headset over his ears. 
“Tae.”
You open the door wider, purposely swinging it to allow a small gust of air fan into the sticky room. Countless hours allowing all the electronics working their asses off and spitting out hot air will do that when there is no proper ventilation besides the small cracked window. 
Taehyung twists his neck briefly, double-taking as he looks over at you before his thumb presses onto the pause button. It seizes the action on his large gaming monitor while he pulls his headset away from his ear nearest to you. His eyes are wide, a bit sunken and softly red with strain. He blinks, a small smirk creeping up on his teeth bitten lips as he transitions into an apologetic look. 
“Hi…” 
You look at him blankly in your tired state, eyes droopy from the early awakening from your slumber. He knows immediately that he has lost track of time and completely dedicated himself to a whole night of gaming; something that is not that uncommon in this apartment. As your eyes close slowly with your brows creasing up with concern, you sigh as you lean onto the door frame.
“Why are you still up at this hour? You know we have lunch with your parents in the afternoon.” 
“I know – I know! I just got lost into gaming. I’m almost finished with the third campaign! I still have time to sleep,” he nods to himself as he looks over at the digital watch attached to the wall.
When you notice the way his face reacts as he realizes the time, dropping with alarm and worry, you couldn’t help but smile lazily. You shake your head, deciding to move yourself from the frame and begin walking back toward the vacant bedroom.
“Save the game where you are and come to bed,” you request over your shoulder as you descend away.
Walking back into the darkness of your room your eyes find instant relief from the lack of light. Your hands spread onto the mattress, creating a guide for your body to follow as you plop yourself back down onto its comfort. Your comforter still hoards a bit of your warmth, making the reentering process even more desirable for your sleepy state. 
You curl up while tucking yourself under the safety of your blanket and nuzzle your head into one of your several pillows. Body begging to fall back asleep to catch a few more hours of rest. 
So involved with the feeling of satisfaction, you hardly notice the shuffling of your boyfriend making his way into the room. His feet pad the floor with a slight heavy step; you can even hear the small cracking of his knees that pop from the movement while he groans with a stretch. 
“I’m sorry for waking you…” Taehyung speaks with his softer voice as he slides under the covers. 
His arms seek your body as he scoots closer to you, slinking them around you as he settles himself. Taehyung uses your hunched position to his advantage by molding his body against yours. He slightly shakes you with his hands to get your response when you don’t reply. 
“Y/n?” 
“What?” You exasperate as you shift yourself further into your pillow. 
Taehyung prods the side of his face into your back like how a cat would show affection as his grip tightens around you. 
“I said I'm sorry,” he repeats. “I love you.”
Silently, you take hold of his hand that hovers over top of you with one of your own. You slide your fingers on the back of his hand all the way up to the break of his knuckles. Interlocking your digits between them and securing a soft hold while drawing his palm closer to your chest to hold. You give his knuckles a quick peck and catch the scent of a faded smoky odor. 
“I know. It’s ok,” you exhale out. “I love you too, Tae.”
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Taehyung’s hand reaches over to your thigh as his other holds his cell phone up toward his face. He squeezes softly, in a ‘squish-squish’ type of way to make it seem like his gesture is coming off more cutesy than anything. 
“Why do you seem annoyed with me?” He questions with a curious head tilt. 
Through the side of your eye you can see the way his lips push out in a pout; either it be out of concentration to whatever he is focusing on his screen or his honest emotions portraying very obviously on his face.
Your foot pushes down on the gas pedal softly, accelerating the speed as you merge onto the busy highway on your way back home. It’s midday on a Saturday, where traffic is to be expected. Much like the restaurant Taehyung’s parents had invited the two of you to, thankfully with a reservation. But made parking a bit difficult when you were running late – no thanks to the man beside you. 
“Because I am,” you admit as you focus on your mirrors and passing vehicles in the surrounding lanes. 
The car goes silent beside the radio tuning into a commercial. You aren’t too far from the apartment complex, about 15 minutes out. You know you aren’t tired, but the man next to you surely is with the lack of sleep he has received. But you do know that he is the cause of why your mood is getting tainted. 
“What did I do?” 
Taehyung turns to look at you with a crease in his brows. The way his voice projects something of defense makes your blood begin to boil. To keep the communication with an even flow you decide to not act irrationally. 
“You made us late to lunch. During lunch with your parents, who were happily treating us by the way –  you acted a little rude by giving your phone more attention than the people in front of you. Like, you didn’t even see the sad look on your father’s face when he mentioned something that you’d enjoy and you didn’t even react to it because your eyes were glued to your screen.” 
Glancing over to Taehyung quickly, you shoot him a look of distaste when you see a stain on the collar of his shirt – a shirt due to his lack of awareness, had he not noticed it was a shirt that needed to be washed. Yet failed to make it into the hamper, let alone the laundry you managed to do earlier in the week. 
When you return your eyes to the road ahead, you try doing away your agitations with the shake of your head. 
“I’m just a little annoyed with how you’ve been acting lately,” you confess softly. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. So please don’t be upset that I'm only expressing what is bothering me. Everything is minor things, but when it all adds up, I just don’t know how to understand it all.” 
Taehyung retracts his palm from your thigh as his eyes search around for answers, responses. He lowers his phone to his lap while his hands run out over his thighs. He fidgets briefly, picking at a small chip in his perfect nail. No doubt he’ll probably find clippers the moment he steps through the door of the apartment to fix it. 
“I’m sorry,” he states. “I just get really invested in things. I don’t mean to upset anyone.” 
“And I love that for you. Because it's something you enjoy that is preoccupying your time. Sometimes you just need to separate it a bit to balance out the other important things to you. Like sleep for example.” 
“Yeah,” Taehyung responds dryly, engrossed in his own thoughts. “I’ll try to do better and not neglect some things.” 
You smirk as you turn onto your street, the car slowing down to a comfortable 30 miles per hour as you pass through the friendly neighborhood zones. 
“Would you like to start when we get home? There’s a pile of dishes that still need to be washed and are sitting in the sink.” 
Taehyung begins by being comprehensive at first, weighing the pros and cons of performing the duty of dishes. Clearly he has plans of going straight back to his video games, which you knew all too easily by the way he was overly gleeful of leaving his parents. 
“Okay, I can do the –”
“– and clear out that ashtray you have in the gaming room. You can’t even see the design on the bottom of it anymore.” 
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“Y/n?” 
Taehyung’s deep baritone voice casts through the empty hallway from the kitchen. He’s ripping off the seafoam green latex gloves from each hand before placing them over the nozzle of the sink. Taehyung removes an earbud to listen for noise, searching for your voice to reply back to him. 
When you don’t respond, he’s calling out to you again. This time louder with a frown adorning his face as confusion fuses onto his features. 
Taehyung removes both earpieces completely, using his phone to quickly silent the blasting music he has on so very loud. He steps out of the cozy apartment kitchen toward the entrance way of the hall, catching a glimpse of himself in the hanging mirror as he does. The mop of his black curls look defeated with grease, needing a nice wash themselves but he chooses to wait for a shower later in the night.
He grabs a beanie hung from one of the coat hooks, placing it over his hair after slicking it back. Taehyung hears noise from the gaming room, so his feet take him there in a jiffy. With all common knowledge, it makes the most sense that it must be you who is the cause of those sounds.
Taehyung presses his fingertips into the door, pushing it inward to reveal the room. It is such a wonderful office space which serves as both of your favorite hobbies. Decked out with an abundant amount of gamer merch that pleases both of you. There is a slight contrast between your two spaces that sit side-by-side. His has more space, to accompany his occasional streams for Twitch. Colored in an array of cool tones and some dark undertones. A small cactus plant sits comfortably on his desk, a small keychain of Mario hanging off of it. 
While your set up lights the room with the boldness of black and reds, an occasional cute theme that offsets the layout of your desk and chair hides as your desktop background. A customized Tails (from Sonic the Hedgehog) art piece is propped against your tower, right next to the miniature Nami figurine from League of Legends.
The two of you have your own specific tastes after all. So when it came to combining the two stations together, neither one of you put up an argument about aesthetics. Favoring in enjoying the unmatched parallels which simply end up matching in their own unique ways. 
Taehyung's lips stretch into a wide grin when he notices you. You managed to pull over the futon which was stacked in the far corner of the room to the front of the large flat screen instead of using your own gaming chair. You lounge lazily into it, leg bent up as your one heel digs into the cushion below while the other leg is tucked under to partially sit yourself on. 
You lean forward, headset on as you speak to whoever is on the other end while your thumbs run rampant over the buttons of your controller. 
“You know I don’t run head first into the enemy. I’ll sit back with the sniper and you can be the idiot who gets himself killed when you run straight into their entire team.” 
Taehyung moves over to you, his presence makes you flicker your eyes to him briefly from the sudden motion to your side. You stifle a laugh from the person on your headset who curses back to you, but your eyes smile when you look up at your boyfriend who starts giving you funny facial gestures. His hands motion back and forth between the controller and screen, noticing how you are playing Halo; the game which has been keeping him up long hours of the night and the game you put blame onto his hyper fixations. 
Which is completely true and he owns up to that. 
But unlike him, you aren’t playing the campaigns. You have skipped through all of the older games – even your favorite which is Halo: Reach – to be playing the newest game. The one he has yet to touch because he is so driven to complete all campaigns in order from start to finish.
Halo Infinite.
“Really now?” Taehyung’s voice comes out with amusement. “You banish me away to slave at dishes and I come back to seeing you playing the new game without me?”
You raise your brows to match his, playing into his charade of playful banter and hilarity. Quickly, you find an area to crotch your character down and out of view as you are still playing a live multiplayer match with someone.
But the lopsided grin you have on your face doesn’t leave you for a single second.
Shrugging in your seat, you bite down on your bottom lip while taming the erratic giggle you wish to unleash. 
“Well, you still need to clean the ashtray. And I was asked to play.”
The corner of Taehyung’s lips turn down abruptly, eyebrows pinching together as he tilts his head. It’s comedic how fast he displays his confusion. The words that follow right after make you nearly burst open in a fit of laughter.
“Don’t tell me it was Jin.”
“It was,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.
Knowing so very well that Taehyung isn’t fond of you enjoying the game first and without him and now that his hyung requested you to play in his absence, you thrive with mischief.
“What the hell,” he laughs as his hands shoot out to grab your controller.
Although you are fast in pulling the device closer to you and out of his reach. It only makes Taehyung nearly collapse on you to reach for it. His body is pushing you over on the futon as you start stretching your arm up and away from him while you’re attempting to push him away with all your other limbs.
“I’m still playing! I’m playing!” You snort out while your eyes glance over at the screen, watching your character shift in its crouched position as you fumble the controller in your hand.
Your headset begins to slide off your ears the more you wiggle around. You hear Taehyung making accusatory jabs at Jin while Jin responds back with his own enjoyment of the battle. All the while you beg for Taehyung to stop fighting over the thing in your hand.
Taehyung’s impulsive retaliation results in him placing an open mouth on the nearest part of your body to slightly bite you. It started with the side of your arm but rapidly made his way up to the crease of your neck.
“Give it to me,” he beckons with his own giggles as you fight him off.
His hands are heedlessly outstretching to your wrists and hands, trying to hold your one arm back while pursuing the damn controller in the other. In the matter of seconds, you go from a strong determined woman to a squealing little girl as his mouth and breath begins to tickle your sensitive neck.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” You cry with laughter. You’re frustrated with how funny and upsetting it is that you are undeniably losing your miniature brawl with your boyfriend.
Taehyung’s mouth continues to make eating noises onto your skin, his boyish giggle carving out the most sweetest corners of your heart. He nuzzles his face closer, threatening to bite into your flesh and suck onto you exactly how he knows you like it.
“Nope,” he states. “Give me the controller,” he chuckles.
“Clean the ashtray!” You rebuttal. “Or I'll just move in with Jin if you don’t.”
The two of you begin tittering together when the panic in Jin’s voice over the headset calls out saying, “I don’t want either of you!”
You’re caught off guard momentarily as an enemy comes up behind your character on screen and immediately sticks your spartan with a sticky grenade. Your immediate death is permanent and you scream out a call of defeat.
“Oh, Taehyung! You messed up my KDA!” – you pout angrily – “and now they have the sniper!”
Your boyfriend finally calms down his movements, exhausting his weight and limbs on top of you.
“I don’t care,” he speaks. “I am offended you played without me.”
You snap your tongue to the roof of your mouth with a tsk-sound. You drop the controller, ignoring the fact that your character respawned in the game, and push against Taehyung’s shoulders to move him.
“You were going through all the campaigns and taking your leisure time with it. Whereas you could have just asked me to play like Jin did and then we wouldn’t be here.”
“But you knew I wanted to play. I just wanted to relieve the memories of the stories.”
“We still can play. It’s not like I am ahead of you in learning the new maps or anything. I’ve played two rounds so far. I’m still adapting.”
Taehyung pushes up from the futon with his palms, his body still lying against yours and pinning you down to the cushion. He lifts his upper half, squinting down at you with a denunciative look.
“It’s not the same!”
“Just play now, – after finishing the two things I asked you to do!” You say as you purse your lips together. “I won’t play anymore until you are finished. Will that help?”
Taehyung’s eyes jump over to look at his awaiting ashtray that sits near the window sill. It collects the dried embers of his occasional cigarette and blunt usage. There is even a small box off to the side that holds the tobacco-leaf wraps and his small stash of weed safely.
“I could go for another one actually,” he pushes himself off of you completely. His hand pats you on your head briefly as he walks around the futon.
You readjust yourself, sitting upright and facing the television screen once more. Picking up where the game is currently at, you try to maneuver around the map to play catch-up with your other teammates. Under your breath, you mumble to Taehyung about opening the window before he does.
“You back now?” Jin’s voice prompted over the headset into your ears.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
The chill of cool air from the window crashes onto your skin, sending a single roll of goosebumps down your arms. Your thumbs twiddle across the varieties of buttons and analog sticks. You fairwarn Jin of an oncoming enemy who has just run behind a rock crevice while you chase from behind. Speedily, you begin chucking your grenades into the entrance where the enemy ran into – hoping to damage the person if they still remain nearby.
The faint smell of smoke drifts into your nostrils, alerting your senses that Taehyung finally lit his cigarette into the air. Your nose crinkles slightly, pushing out a whiff of air just to remove the scent that lingers.
“Do you remember when you met me?” You hear Taehyung’s voice call out to you, muffled by the security of your headset.
You pull the ear piece back to hear him clearer while you let Jin know you were going to mute your end of the call.
“I do,” you nod. Keeping your eyes onto the screen, you multitask by performing in the game while having small talk with Taehyung who sits behind you at his desk and out of your view.
“You were much more of a punk back then,” you airly laugh.
“You never wanted to die,” Taehyung returns the minor attack you lash on him. He huffed a laugh, flicking the coffin nail between his fingers to let the ash fall into its reserved tray.
“Not by you, that’s for sure.” You clarify to him, “That’s why it was always difficult for you to get to me. I purposely stayed away at a distance.”
“It’s your type of playstyle though. Plus you are good at the game. Well, when you played consistently of course. I even lost my touch after many years. But I still remember how decent of a headshot you were.”
You twist your head to look over at him after receiving another random death in game. You see how Taehyung leans back into his gaming chair, reclining it back to lounge even further as he stares aimlessly up at the ceiling. His long, veiny hand holds the butt of the cigarette so easily, almost looking like he’s hardly grasping it as it rests snug between his fingers.
“You of all people would know that the most,” you raise an eyebrow at him.
A pleasant smile spreads on his face, gaiety radiating through his pores as he raises his hand to his lips.
“Oh, I know,” he chuckles before inhaling. “But I always kept coming for you. ‘Miss Red’.”
“‘Mr. Blue’.”
You shake your head, holding back the giggle in your chest. You return your attention to the game which is close to ending; only a few more kills are needed to reach 100 in total for your team to take victory.
You center your character in the parameter of the map, having managed to get yourself another sniper out of pure luck. You quickly scope in and out, constantly checking your vision and surroundings for any far or nearby enemies. You hear gunshots in the distance, Jin communicating call-outs and seeing a handful of your teammates shooting their assault rifles around a pile of enemies and vehicles.
Patiently, you wait for your golden opportunity to snipe someone. Whether it be a clean headshot or hitting an enemy and knocking their health down to one hit – giving your teammates access to kill them easier.
When you start shooting, you miss initially. Your second round snags a body and damages someone. While the third round misses completely. Not bothering with the last round in your clip, you instantly reload while scanning your bordering surroundings. The map is chaotic, the tally of death neck and neck as bodies throw themselves into the midst of it all.
Finally, you were able to find an enemy who took one of the lifts on the map – sending them high into the air and halfway across the area. As they float in an air current, you snipe them down seconds from landing.
Ending the game completely and coming out victorious!
You cheer along with Jin, exhaling a sigh as if you were holding in your breath for too long. Waiting for the credits and match results to load onto the transitioning screen, you feel a palm snake up the side of your shoulder. Taehyung’s fingers travel from your clavicle and up your neck, hooking around your jaw until his palm can cup your chin.
He tilts you back to look at him, your eyes wide with wonder and confusion. You stare at him from your angle, his jaw cuts out sharp but the rounds of his cheeks are just as notable. A small shadow casts off his face from the lighting above while he stares down at you with smoke leaking slowly out of his parted mouth. He looks dangerous even with that growing 5 o’clock shadow on his upper lip. You have half a mind to question him on what is going on inside his head, but he interrupts your thoughts instead.
“Good job,” he smiles abruptly. Breaking that serious-looking demaner in an instant. “Am I allowed to play now?”
“Sure,” you hum.
He releases your chin from his grip as he makes his way back around to the front of the futon. Taehyung grabs himself a controller from the entertainment stand and double-checks if the battery is well charged. Once the emblem of the controller stops blinking and it lights, telling him that it is fully equipped and ready to go, he takes a seat next to you.
Taehyung points to your headset, “Tell him you’re jumping games.”
“What?” you quiz him, “Why?”
“Because I want to play Firefight on Reach. Whoever gets the most kills between us two wins.”
You stare at him, baffled at his declaration of battle. Even more disoriented when he leans in and gives you a quick chaste kiss on your lips; smiling to himself as he’s gripping the headset off of your head and quickly placing it on his head to speak with Jin as you fail to do.
“Hyung,” he starts abruptly. “Y/n and I are going to battle another on Halo: Reach right now. We’ll come back later to play,” he says as he stares you down.
“What’s the deal? Who cares about who wins?” you attempt to grab the headset from him, although he pulls the connection from your controller to disconnect voice from the chat.
“Winner gets the prize of telling what the other needs to do for the rest of the night,” he challenges you.
“And actually obey said orders?” You lean back with a skeptical look.
“Precisely.”
“Is this your way of thinking you are getting back at me for requesting you to clean up a little bit?”
Taehyung shrugs to himself, avoiding eye contact for a moment as his hand grabs your controller to take a hold of. He maneuvers through the xbox screens, jumping from one game to the next.
“But it’s a game you are good at. So shouldn’t you be winning the deal anyways?” He smiles to himself.
“But you’ve been playing countless hours of campaign and have more experience on the games compared to me right now. And even though I was better than you at this game in the past, why would you make the deal to lose if I am supposed to be winning? As you have said.” You retort back. “You make no sense right now,” you laugh.
Taehyung enters both of you in the lobby to the game mode called Firefight. In this case, it is a cooperative mode where players work with one another to fight against endless waves of reinforcement Covenant attackers. Where there are five Waves in a Round and three Rounds in a Set. It is also a mode to which it is endless and can be played for hours on end as long as you stay alive.
“We will put it on hard mode and add all the challenging perks, so our deaths probably will be quicker rather than spending all night playing the mode. How does that sound to you?”
You shrug it off, not putting too much care into the thought process of it. If it makes Taehyung happy, then you’ll do it for him.
“Whatever you want,” you say.
Grabbing your controller back, you settle yourself into your futon. You wait until each of you are prepared and ready. When the countdown on the screen marks to zero and the screen enters into another transition, you declare how he is your enemy once again.
The round starts off easy. You obtain the guns you need that spawn either on the map or in an ordinance drop while making sure you take positioning in an optimal area to begin getting the most kills. It is a race after all, having to share the hordes that come at you while trying to take them all out before he can even touch them.
The small aliens classified as a “Grunt” come out slowly, saying the most hilarious dialog all the while you and Taehyung rush to slay and murder them down with your guns and granades. It has been agreed that either the first to 150 kills win or whoever has the most kills after all lives have been used wins.
And with all these upgraded perks that amplify the enemy waves… you know it will be an intense hellstorm on the map the entire time.
You have agreed to play on the map called Courtyard. It’s an open map featuring a loading area outside the structure called Sword Base. It provides a landing, bridge, terrace, walkway, and much more. Both Taehyung and you shoot and shoot, adding to the total body count to each of your tallies. You try your hardest to not monitor his screen as much; you need to stay focused after all.
Your speakers shout out your killing sprees in respective order. They also remind you of your combination kills, especially when you grab a rocket launcher and gun down enemies like a mad man. A couple of times Taehyung purposely took a kill away from you, making you a bit furious the more times it ‘accidentally’ happens.
So, you do it in return when you can. Making the table a fair and even chance.
“Stop dying,” you mutter as you poke fun at him.
“Catch up,” he jests back.
You begin camping areas where enemies walk out at every wave. Making sure you stock up at every ammunition station you can in between miniature breaks of killing.
The challenge between you and Taehyung lasts close to a full hour. It surprises the both of you to be honest, however – the last shared death goes to Taehyung who ends up being trapped between a Hunter and a hard place. Now it is you who is solely left on the map to clean up the rest of the enemies who now pursue you.
You have no time to check the difference between kills at the moment, not when you have Jackals shooting their plasma guns your way. But when the announcer on the game tells you that you are on a rampage, you feel a bit more confident with your positioning.
Until you notice that un-killed Hunter who stomps toward your area with a rush of other enemies. You chuck all your grenades as strategically as much. The word “Untouchable” eventually alerts your senses, letting you know that means you have at least finished off 50 enemies without dying in this life of your character.
Panic begins striking your system the closer the horde gets to you. You attempt to pick off who you can, earning a small more amount of kills before you face your impending doom. The shields on your spartan break ruthlessly, making your character completely vulnerable to the next couple of hits.
Until you are finally picked off. Finished and the game ends with your final breath.
The overlay result screen pops up, giving the overall recap of the game that just took place. Points aside, it shows both yours and Taehyung’s usernames as a list. Following after shows the amount of deaths each person took and how many kills each obtained.
By a far difference, each of you received over the accounted amount of kills. Proving to you that you had completely forgotten about the overall kill deal, and seemingly so did he. However, the two of you continued to play until the final life was used and aimed to find out who had the most.
You have cleared 332 enemies, where Taehyung has only cleared 287. Reining you the supreme winner by a whopping 45 extra kills under your belt!
Letting out a dry laugh, you turn to look at him with satisfaction.
“So I did end up winning, huh?”
“So it seems,” he nods his head. “You were always a great shot.”
You remain humble about it, keeping a modest view to the undeniable skill you manage to have. It’s nothing to be incredibly proud about, but it does make you feel slightly happy knowing you are decent at something.
“Thank you,” you sit back on the futon.
You lay your head against the backing of the folded cushion, still facing Taehyung as you admire his side profile. He fiddles with his phone in his hand, typing out a text to someone before placing the device to the side.
“I just told the group chat that we are available to play,” he mumbles. He too leans back to look over at you. His face gives you a pointed expression.
“Is that what you want?”
“If you want to, yeah.”
You fake ponder as you draw your finger to your lips, tapping it slowly and looking elsewhere.
“Hm, I’m not sure. Don’t I get to call the shots for the rest of the night?”
“Of course,” he agrees.
You stare into him, admire the way his eyes – dark brown like a beautiful deep shade of jasper – glance back into your own. He has a unique speck right on the lower left white of his left eye while his right eye sports a small freckle on his waterline. He looks at you softly, fondly.
Your eyes follow the natural contour of his nose, right to the spotted freckle that lays off-center at the tip. He purposely flexes his nostrils just to make you smile in return. But you continue to look lower. Meeting his lips which shine with a thin layer of chapstick. He has a very prominent cupid’s bow and wide mouth, making his lips seem so desirable and kissable.
But behind those pair of lips are a sweet boyish smile, whenever he wants to show it. The kind of smile that makes your heart feel warm and melt with ooze dripping out of every crack it’s been given over the years.
“Y/n,” he speaks, but you continue to stare. “Are you really just staring at me?”
“Yes I am,” you nod. “You’re very attractive and you know that. So I don’t know why you’re questioning me for looking at my own boyfriend.”
“Looking and undressing me are two different things.”
You lean your head up with a spark to your eye. “You do have a cute butt,” you admit with a smirk. “I am quite fond of it.”
He can’t help but give you a lopsided grin, eyes full of amusement and mirth. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “I have no response to that.”
“Good. Then it’s settled,” you state. You reach over to him, grabbing at his forearms to tug him forward toward you. “Just kiss me,” you hum as your eyes flutter shut the closer he gets. 
The warm plush of his pout places itself on your own lips, pushing softly. You exhale slowly, savoring the sweet and slow kiss. When he dares to part with you, you’re left there with a frown – eyes still shut and ready to dive deeper into the feelings that start to boil within.
“Again,” you demand with the pull of his arms.
And Taehyung does just that.
He smiles into his next kiss. His tongue comes poking out ever so slightly, wetting the pieces of his lips that part open and tentatively touching yours. When you feel the warm wetness prod you, you greatly accept the gift.
Slowly, his tongue slips itself further, deeper, into your mouth. Licking at the back of your teeth the wider you open up. You feel the change of your breath turn from a relaxed state to something more exciting, trying to keep up with the luscious movements of the make-out session.
You stop Taehyung when you sense the movement of his hand coming up to touch your face. Confusing him as you suddenly pull away and begin to stand up.
“Shower,” you direct him with a gesture of your hand. “After you empty out the ashes, can you please take a shower? Remember, you gave me this power for winning.”
Taehyung grabs your wrist, pulling your hand down to lock it with his own. He gives you a look of plea, “Come with me then.”
You bend to level your head with his, face inching closer at a swift place. A creative smile colors your face, the crack in your lip doesn’t hide your spirited strive. Taehyung feels the way you set yourself up for another kiss, instantly leaning in with a soft smile himself. Though you hover his lips with yours just mere centimeters away. 
With purposely hooded eyes, you look down at his face. Your smile turns into a playful smirk, a devious idea popping in your head to only tease your boyfriend. 
“I’m giving you two minutes to clean the last thing I asked of you to join me. If you’re late I will lock the door.” 
You stand straight as your hand begins playing with the hem of your shirt. You lift it up slightly to show some skin in a frisky manner, giving Taehyung a look that dares him to hurry up. 
Leaving the gaming room, you toss your shirt over your head to make it land right in the entrance way. Giving Taehyung motivation and images of your clothes ridden body as you step out of his view. The washroom isn’t much farther down the hall. 
Only about three long strides until you’re stepping right onto the beige stone tiles and reaching into the closet for the fluffiest towel in preparation. The scutter of Taehyung can be heard easily, his excitement making him sound like a puppy hurriedly padding its way to chase the ball you tossed for it. In this sense the ball is a metaphor for the promise of your naked body lathered up with water and soapsuds.
A sheepish smile wears on your face as you listen to his enthusiasm, making the action of stripping off your clothes and turning the hot water on equally as rushed. You wait patiently for the faucet to spray down the temperature you find ideal, your hand gripping the sheer shower curtain as you step in hastily. 
The tickle of water droplets smacking into your skin, burning your body exactly how you enjoy it, causes goosebumps to rise and fall. The warmth lathers you so deliciously, so comfortably. It reminds you of how much you thoroughly thank the inventor of the shower. 
By the time you reach out to the bar of soap you hear the forceful push of the bathroom door, Taehyung’s body nearly tripping inside but catches himself before he falls face first into the countertop. 
“Has it already been two minutes yet?” His voice comes out with a curious whine to it. 
Regardless of the time, he is already pushing down his bottoms to his ankles and lifting his shirt over his head. The heaviness in his steps makes you laugh, knowing he’s practically trampling over everything to get to you. 
“Three, actually. But who’s counting?” 
You say it to be funny. Only poking fun at him a bit more, because what would this relationship be without a bit of playful verbiage?
Taehyung swings the shower curtain in one swift movement, a rush of cool air entering your heated temperature zone and making you frown. Your back is facing him as your front takes on the blast of the cascading water, your arms hugging around your front as you turn your head to glance over your shoulder.  
Your frown drops to the ground when you take in your boyfriend, bare and readily moving in to stand right behind you. There’s no hesitation with the way his arms come to wrap around you, pushing you a bit further into the running water and closing his proximity. 
It’s utterly domestic between the two of you, having shared a single shower more times you could count. It’s not always often, but it has become such a casual experience that neither one of you feel the butterflies of nervousness. When your body tries fighting the scariness of exposing yourself in broad daylight to another. 
Now it’s nothing but second nature. Comfort. Easily adjusted to. 
And you can tell this by the way Taehyung already wants to replace his hands with yours. Gripping the soap for himself but rubbing it between his palms first to spread the residue onto your skin first. He never misses the opportunity to run the soap across your hips and up to your breasts. Squeezing lightly as the slipperiness becomes enjoyable. 
You know you get into dangerous territories when Taehyung takes it a step further. Instead of him graciously cuffing your mounds with delicacy – as they should be treated – his large slender hands grip your ample breasts harder. Lengthy fingers seeking the bud of your pert nipples and lightly pinching them between his nails to make them harder. 
Your body flinches to the temporary pain, squirming to wiggle out of his grip and turning in spot. Your disgruntled voice only comes off as fun-loving, especially when your hand slaps into the side of his arm as a rebuttal. Though you only grant him more access to your exposed tits.
“Come here,” he nearly purrs with warmth. 
His hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him as he presses your naked bodies together. The appendage that hangs between his legs slowly begins to harden, pressing noticeable against you. 
You laugh at him as he attempts to dip his head toward your chest, halting him with your hands first. Tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth, you roll your eyes as your hands reach to his head. 
“You still have a beanie on, you idiot.” 
He smiles shamelessly, pushing past the giddiness in his body and focusing on the other emotions fueling him.
Lust. 
“Whoops,” Taehyung says non-apologetically. 
His lock of hair flops like a deflated balloon as you release it from the hat. It’s slicked back against his head, shining his full forehead to you. His toothy grin makes you smile in return as he leans into you, securing his lips once more to yours as you toss the useless garment over the rod of the curtains.
You speak in between breathless kisses, “You know I still have control.”
Taehyung’s hands find their way to your backside, carving out the curves of your body and cupping under each one of your ass cheeks. His tongue threatens your mouth as it pushes past your lips in a hast, teeth lightly tapping into yours as you begin to protest.
“Taehyung,” you warn.
He hums as if he’s questioning what you want. His face remains innocent yet you see the twitch of the corner of his lips and dishonest spark in his eyes.
The little shit knows he’s trying to get himself out of the deal by acting coy.
“Take your hands off of me,” you request as your fingers run up through his greasy hair.
You grip the locks in a loose fist, just enough to control the way his head tilts. He obeys reluctantly, nearly giving you a glare as you cut off his fun.
From the way you angle his head, you expose his neck more. It stretches beautifully, showing all the delectable edgings from underneath. You spy unshaved hairs close to the corner of his jawbone, cute peach fuzz lingering under the underside.
Tugging his hair just a bit more you earn a faint grunt from him. Slowly, you lean in to plant soft kisses across the skin of his neck. You favor the lump of his Adam’s apple first before moving down to the point of his clavicle.
Pressing against his chest, you push him into swapping positions with you. He now faces the water, even some of it sprays off his shoulders as you step him more under the shower. It soaks his hair instantly, whereas you begin loosening up your grip and start to reach for his bottle of shampoo.
Drawing out some of the smooth liquid from the cap, you fill your palm with a small amount of product and begin rubbing your hands together to spread it. It foams between your fingers as you lather it into the roots of his scale, massaging as you go with your fingertips.
Taehyung closes his eyes to enjoy the pampering sensation as you help clean him. Little does he know, you’re stepping closer to push yourself against him until it’s too late. When his cock feels the contact of your body pushing up against it but minding it no business.
Your hands act like magic, moving across his scalp and down the back of his neck. Pressing harder onto the taut muscles that relieves stress.
Taehyung groans softly, his eyebrows flicking up as his eyes remain close. You spot the growing smile on his face the more he enjoys himself.
You beckon him to tilt his head back into the water, letting the product rinse itself out as your hands come to his chest. Your thumbs swipe over his pectoral muscles, finding entertainment by pushing down on his nipples – just as he was doing to you before.
But with your power in much demand – very noticeable with the growing erection between the two of you – you propel lower. Your hands follow the flow of water down his abdomen, tracing lines into his oblique muscles and toward the fuzz growing from his pelvis.
Looking back toward him, you realize he cracks open an eye to watch you as your palms travel to the base of his cock. He gives you a penetrating gaze even through a hooded eye, one that calls out to challenge you to touch him. A silent beg for you to grip around him and help him get harder.
When your fingers lace around his shaft, slowly feeling every inch of his circumference as you do, you feel him twitch excitaly with the contact. His lips part, a desperate exhale shivering out of him while the water beads leak down the sides of his face.
God, he’s so doubtlessly handsome that it hurts.
You give him a leisurely yank as you twist your wrist. Your palm feels him up completely, from base to tip and back down. A gifted cock he is blessed, that’s for sure.
Taehyung allows you to take your pace. He’s curious to figure out what you want to do with him, so he awaits your next move. 
“Is the shampoo all out?” You quirk an eyebrow to him.
He runs his fingers up to his hair. It gives him something to do with them as you banished him from touching you. When he feels the last remains of the suds strip from his dark strands, he nods.
“Want me to do yours?’ His caring voice comes out, referencing your hair which hasn’t much touched the water. 
“Not yet,” you hush him with another tug of his shaft. Your fingers experimentally squeeze around him, applying delectable pleasure to provoke the blood flow to his dick. 
Lowering yourself down, you kneel cautiously against the flooring of the shower. You use his body as a guard from the falling water, hardly getting hit as he shields the brunt of it. But you level yourself to the tip of his cock which stares at you, grown angrier the longer it doesn’t get attention.
“You want me to?” You look up to him through your eyelashes with a know it all smile.
“Please,” he says in a lower register; Adam’s apple bobbing with his quick swallow. 
Taking your own time, you purposely lean in unhurriedly. Your fist keeps his cock upright, pointing towards your mouth. But you choose to pass his tip and instead place your soft lips against the side of his shaft. You repeat the actions. Slowly and tantalizing. 
You want to draw out the teasing. Wire Taehyung up to make him crave you the most. He fidgets his fingers that hover your head, wanting to guide you to the place he needs you the most. Practically ghosting over your neck with his palm before you call out to him and tell him to stop it. 
He groans a minor annoyance, but he isn’t truly mad. He’s just pinned with this marvelous switch up of dominance, and accepting the rules is proving to you that he cares.
“Y/n, please,” he whines out with a pout.
His cock twitches the next time your lips come in contact with it. Eagerness ready to dive off the deep end and plummet into the pool of sexual ardor. 
Your eyes glue to his; mouth opening enough to allow your tongue to swipe the underside of his cock and against his frenulum. The sensitive stripe of skin that drives Taehyung’s senses into overdrive in an instant.
Taehyung's hips edge just an inch closer to you, egging you on to continue your actions. You see the pain beginning to form behind his eyes, the type of pain that he battles with himself. Clouded lust fogging his head as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock and start to sink further down. 
You finally earn your first gasp from him. His head wanting to lull back yet he must stabilize his balance especially with the water at his feet. 
“Fuck –” he slurs. 
His body reacts as it normally does, driven with greed to feel more. Because he needs more. So he whispers and begs for you to be faster for him. To treat him how he wishes he could treat you.
You sink further, maintaining your breath through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks. You slurp on your way up his cock, smiling to yourself when you hear Taehyung exhale once more. 
“You know it feels better when I go slow,” you remind him while the tip of your tongue trails between the slit of his cockhead. It’s so smooth, easy to glide around the more you trace your saliva across it. “Your cock is so needy,” you comment when you land a sweet innocent kiss on its head. 
Taehyung’s face scrunches up, an expression of agony and worry dressing him from head to toe. He’s desperate to grab you, breaking your rule straight away when he thinks you’re going to leave him hanging there. 
“It needs you,” he comments.
“I didn’t say you could control me, did I?” Your hand taps his thigh angrily. “I’m being nice to you and you’re just ready to –”
“– yes I’m trying to. Of course I’m going to try!” He argues with a laugh, “You’re giving me these teasing kitten licks like I’m a lollipop and it’s –” 
“– ah! So you understand what it’s like when you do this to me then?” You smirk back as you inch yourself to him again. Your fist tightens more, feeling the swelling of his cock stiffen more. “Now don’t touch me, otherwise I’ll stop completely.” 
Taehyung growls almost in a murmur, grumpy but obedient. His hand lands on a ledge built into the wall beside him, using it as his anchor to keep him balanced as your mouth meets his cock. 
You widen your lips, your devilous tongue swiping out under him as you sink down as far as you can go. When you close your mouth securely around his shaft, you suck in repetitions. The steam of the shower makes the air thicker, harder to breathe but not undoable as you take your time with Taehyung. 
His cock threatens to break past your comfortable state when you hear a deep moan from above. You peer up at him, his eyes closed in concentration as he leans closer and closer to the wall. Water starts spraying past him, hitting your body and soon your face. 
Taehyung’s hips stutter as he lets out a shaky breath, commenting to himself – or you – how dirty the drops on your face now makes you. 
“God, I want to cum all on your face.” 
You tease by pushing him deeper in your mouth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. To send him even more into the pit of pleasure, you hum as you hold him there. Letting the vibrations of your throat rumble and shake his twitching cock. 
Shaking your head slowly, you alert him that you’re declining that request. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Not tonight. 
You want your own satisfaction. 
Pulling off of Taehyung abruptly, you stand up from your spot. Your knees ache from the position, but feels instantly better when you straighten them out. Before Taehyung can retaliate, you are already moving your face to his. He reads you instantly, latching your lips onto his. The need and desperation of having another sparks a strong tension, making the way his lips curl into a smile fuels the jitteriness between the two of you.
Your hand grabs at his hair again, the wet locks making it easier to get your fingers stuck in them. As you push your tongue into his, your other hand guides his cock between your thighs. You pinch them close on purpose, to give a squeezing friction while you move your hips. 
“Fuck me,” you whisper against his mouth. “Then wash me afterwards. Every inch of me.” 
Taehyung takes your order as a cue to grope your body with his hands. Sliding his palms across your skin and making sure there’s no place left untouched. He graciously swipes a hand under your thigh, hoisting it up and over his hip. He sucks in a harsh breath as he twists you, letting your back land against the sidewall of the shower.
He shifts you up as much. Taehyung’s main concern is making sure neither one of you slips from the hazards of the shower. But that concern grows dim when he witnesses the glistening of your pussy when it spreads open, eagerly greeting and awaiting his cock to fill.
He’s aware of not getting water between the two of you. It would only wash away everything your body worked up to make to prepare for this. So Taehyung acts fast, his fingers coming down between you two to test your slickness. Make sure it’s enough for him to ram his dick right into you. 
Taehyung dips a fingertip into your entrance, exploring your velvety walls. When your cunt eager clenches, sucks against him, he sighs relief. 
“Hurry,” you snap as your arms link around his neck. 
Balancing on one foot is already difficult, so you must rely on Taehyung to control all the next movements. 
You feel his cockhead slide between your folds, gathering up the lubricate to his tip as he circles your entrance. He angles himself lower, just to get up underneath you. So that eventually when he plunges his cock straight into you, his motion lifts you with him. 
Back running up the cool tile behind you, your head hangs forward with the initial thrust into you. You let out a whimper of pleasure, arms tightening around your boyfriend as you feel every delectable inch of his cock break through your tight walls and nosedive straight into your deepest corners. 
The sudden stride nearly knocks the wind out of you, your body flinching from the abruptness. You bite your bottom lip, moan through your teeth. Taehyung whispers a comment of concern, checking in on you before he continues to shallowly rut into you the way he wants to. 
And when you respond with the most, dirtiest, naughty girl “uh-huh” moan – you feel Taehyung’s entire body shiver. 
“Fuck – don’t say it like that,” he growls. His cock twitches at the sound. His words completely go against the way his body is reacting. 
He pushes into you after pulling out enough to leave his tip in. The heaviness of his body lays against you, pins you against him and the wall. Both of Taehyung’s hands hold onto your body, one lifting your thigh up higher with each thrust and the other slithering around to your back to hold you upright. Each of his feet feel nailed completely to the ground, practically cemented in his stance as he uses all his strength to accommodate your body. 
The whiny voice he warns you about gives you more devious ideas; wanting him to come completely undone right before you. So you continue to keep that higher pitch tone, especially with the way his thrusts turn rougher because of it. 
“Yes,” you moan into his ear. Gasping when he snaps his hips into you and cock nestled deep into your cunt. “Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Tae!”
Your fingernails leave red lines in their wake, scratching across his shoulders as you hold onto him for dear life. 
“You’re so dirty for doing that,” he comments. The strain in his voice only alerts you of his anguish. He’s loving and hating it. 
“You’re going to clean me up though, yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll clean you real good, baby. After I cum all over you,” he promises as he submerges his cockhead to the point he hits your cervix. 
He can feel the limits of your pussy, knowing that shoving more or harder will end up hurting you in return. So he sits there, rolls his hips in such a swift fluid motion that the showerhead above would even be jealous.
Taehyung nudges his nose against your head, his lips finding a piece of your cheek to kiss as he begs for you to touch yourself. 
“Rub yourself out for me,” he urges. 
His eyes remain connected to the sight between you, admiring the way his dick vanishes inside of you. Your hand comes out with no hesitation, slipping between the two of you as your deft digits work on your exposed clit. The bud engorged and perky. 
It doesn’t take long for you to find the rhythm you crave. Running your fingertips around in quick circles. Simultaneously feeling your muscles jerk as they tighten and release, anticipating that growing orgasm that’s building up inside your body. 
“Harder,” you gasp out. “Fuck me a little harder. I’m almost there!” 
He listens, reacts instantly. His cock shoves deeper, the snapping of his hips more evident as you feel the passion with each thrust. When he angles himself in the perfect way, it has you spasming around him in an instant. 
Fallen curses leave your mouth, your fingers still rolling your clit like it’s a joystick and you’re playing your own game on yourself. Succeeding to the jackpot which coincidentally is your rushing orgasm that forces your head to rail back into the wall. 
It feels blissful, exactly what your body needs and enjoys. 
Taehyung looks up at you with concerned eyes, gauging your reaction on the way your face scrunches in pain and pleasure.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you chant like a mantra as spurts of liquid squirt out of your cunt.
The dirty scene before him fills Taehyung with mirth. A sense of accomplishment and reassurance. He feels valuable to you in this very moment of time, having brought you enjoyment with his participation. It charges him with excitement, sending his senses to nothing but joy as his desperation sends him into his own climax. 
He pulls out the moment he feels the first spray of his cum. Taehyung runs his dick up between the two of you, pushing it between your bodies as his cum jets out of him. His hands grip you tightly, back hunching briefly as he empties his load against your stomach and whatever else it touches. 
The two of you stand there, labored breaths and dripping wet. The shower’s cascading water runs heavy against yours and Taehyung’s bodies. 
“Shit,” Taehyung says. His chest heaving slightly as he slowly lowers your leg down and assists you with your balance. Aimlessly, his fingers trail over the off-white liquid on your stomach, rubbing it around your skin before the water washes it away. 
“Are you good?” His softer tone comes out as he begins to pull you into a hug. 
“Mhm,” – you smile up at him – “Very good.” 
“Good.”
Taehyung’s hands grip the shampoo bottle that you use, a strong citrusy smell releasing into the air the moment the cap is popped off. You twist your head in confusion, watching the way he pours the shiny liquid into his palm. 
“Now I'm going to wash you up,” he comments as his hands rub the product together.  
You huff out a puff of air, an uncontrollable grin forms on your lips as you look at Taehyung like a love-sick teenager. 
“I really do love you, you know?” 
A gentle smile grows on his face, his eyes looking at you with admiration. 
“I know. I love you too.”
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His Muse | kth
— pairing: Artist!Kim Taehyung x reader
— genre: fluff, romance | Non-idol!Au
— word count: 4.4k
— summary: Insomnia was keeping you up at night, so you decided to go out for a nightly walk in the streets of Paris, where you met Kim Taehyung, who is in desperate need of someone to inflame his passions again.
— warnings: Obviously mentioning insomnia but just surface-level, it’s extremely unrealistic in some aspects but let’s be romantic about it, depending on which way you look at it Taehyung could also come off as a creep tbh…lmao, essentially coworkers to lovers
— A/N: I started writing this in 2018… kept on writing bits and then dismissing it for months. Now, finally, it’s here. Been on my masterlist as “coming soon” for years, but I did it!
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»Why do you have to work like this?« you question your brain that is once again keeping you up at night. »This damn insomnia is going to be the death of me« you grumble, exhausted from your busy day and now suffering even more from the sleepless night ahead of you. Once you realized that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep, you decided to get up from bed and leave the hotel room to go on a nightly walk. Now you circle the block of your hotel for probably the third time. Maybe getting some energy out of your system will help make you sleepy.
As you continue your walk, you reminisce about all the things you went through to regain a healthy sleep schedule. You started with yoga on a regular day in the week, which quickly turned out to be too much effort in your packed schedule, since you already had to work two jobs.
You also tried therapy, which helped a lot, but eventually the costs piled up too much. Medicine was your last resort and got you to the point of actually sleeping through most nights, but of course you had to run out the week of your well earned holiday. 
Working two jobs was exhausting and you rarely had the opportunity to take multiple consecutive days off. So, you were planning on enjoying these days as much as possible — the lack of sleep, once again, disrupting that plan.
This is just your first night in Paris, the city of lights, love, and art. You had a tightly scheduled day right after your arrival at the airport, wanting to spend every day in its own way. 
So today you went sightseeing, visiting the most common things, like the Eiffel Tower. Tomorrow you planned on visiting one or two museums that a friend had recommended.
For the third day you didn’t really plan anything, expecting yourself to be far too lazy after two days of walking to do anything, so perhaps you’ll just lay down in bed and read a book. 
Had you known that you wouldn’t be able to sleep you would have of course brought more books with you on this trip.
The fourth day is actually a little secret of yours, you didn’t tell anybody about your plans — the risk of coworkers snitching on you was just too high. All of them were lovely indeed, but they do love to spread the newest gossip. 
The truth was, you were not only on this holiday to relax and visit a beautiful city, but also for a job interview. A well paying job in this beautiful city was a dream come true. 
You didn’t care to plan more than the fourth day, if the interview goes well you will truly just be savoring the last three days in this city before leaving and soon returning permanently. If the interview didn't go the way you wanted it to, you decided to just get an earlier flight, not wanting to be depressed in a place like Paris. It would be a waste of money and days you could spend earning more of it anyway.
You were wary of actually pursuing this job, teaching was far from what you did until now. Your past work experiences were all corporate jobs or part time jobs at restaurants, bars, and the likes. Seemingly not being able to stop your brain from rattling, you thought: what if someone better applies and they decide against you?
You’d be starting on step one again, having to apply at a multitude of different Art Universities to get the chance of an interview. 
All of a sudden you crash into somebody. A tall man is staring down at you in shock, big eyes and his mouth open. Your expression is probably mirroring his, the collision pulled you out of your thoughts.
»I’m so sorry!« you exclaim, rushing to look around for objects he might’ve dropped when you ran into the broad man. 
»It’s fine, guess both of us just weren't paying attention,« the man says and gives you a big grin. His cheeks lift up, giving him a cute and less intimidating look than just a few seconds ago.
You give him a once over. He’s handsome, his posture radiated confidence and his eyes were very sharp but now that he is smiling they had a nicer touch to them. You notice the uneven eyelids and a mole on the underside of his nose tip. You guess it isn't very visible for other people, but from your angle, being much shorter than the tall man, you see it clearly. His hands are hidden in the pockets of his long coat and his hair is partly covered by a barret. With the lack of light, you can only guess that it’s of a darker color. 
»Are you done checking me out?« His very dark voice, you note that you’ve probably never heard such a deep tone, managed to pull your attention to his face again. You didn’t notice that you’d been staring. The realization made you blush. It’s dark, so of course he won’t see it in the dimly lit streets, but you could feel yourself heat up.
You force out a nervous chuckle. On any other day you would walk away after you made sure to apologize and check for dropped items, but you couldn’t seem to continue your nightly walk this time around. »What are you doing out so late, anyway?« He asks, still smiling, looking into your eyes and waiting for your answer. 
»Uh, I was just… on a walk?« Great, talking casually to a stranger wouldn’t be on the list of your strengths, noted. But he laughs and to your surprise you’re not embarrassed by this, more amused and delighted. His laugh is very pretty, just like the man himself.
»Ah, I see. Well, I’ll let you continue your walk then, let’s pay attention to our paths from now on!« He gives you another smile before he raises his hand out of his pocket, notably very big, to wave a little and turn around. You stay there for a moment and watch him slowly walk away.
»He was nice,« you whisper into the cold air, smiling to yourself. The unexpected encounter made your mind less stressed, somehow. The stranger had a calming way about him. With newfound peace of mind, you decide to go back to your hotel room and try to get some sleep.
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Your second day in Paris was lovely indeed. The art hung on the walls of museums was impressive and lovely to look at. Drawing had been a small passion of yours for long, but working every chance you get kept you from it for far too long. The sights were truly inspiring and so you decided to make your way to an art supply store to purchase a sketchbook and a few brushes. You could ponder about what you’d draw in a nearby park, perhaps? Nature in Paris was as beautiful as it gets.
With this plan in mind you made your way there, your phone navigation leading your way with your earphones in, trying not to seem as much of a tourist, but you probably do anyway.
Near the store, you stopped the route on your phone and put the device away in your pocket. When you open the door a bell above rings and echoes sweetly into the room to make notice of your entrance. Wooden shelves stocked with many art supplies fill the space. You could take your pick from any medium you’d like to paint with. Oil, water color, pencil,... You take it all in, think about what's best to buy and especially, what suited your bank accounts limits. Wandering along the shelves in deep concentration, you bumped into a hard chest. Just like last night, you come to face the same man. He still wore his smile and his eyes carried the same kind look.
»I see we were destined to meet again,« he said, his smile growing cheeky. »I was actually hoping to see you a second time. Do you often crash into people when daydreaming?« The man chuckles and holds his hand in front of his body, »official introductions are in order, I suppose. My name is Kim Taehyung.«
You returned his smile, although a bit more nervous as he seemed to be. »Were you really hoping to see me again or are you just trying to charm me?«
Your response made him laugh a little, but before he could say another thing, you told him your name. »Seeing you here must mean you’re into art?« You ask.
He nods his head yes. Delighted to hear this, you immediately start a conversation about art. Without hesitation, you ask him about his favorite medium, his style of painting and at last, his inspiration. At the last question he seems to lose his smile. Before, he joyously responded to all of your inquiries, but this one perhaps was too personal of a question. »You don’t need to share, if you’re uncomfortable,« you assure him.
»It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. It’s just that, as of right now, I’ve lost all inspiration,« he admits. »I was going to switch paints in an attempt to regain a bit of my passion.« Relating to this, you nod. Losing inspiration to do what you love — it is tough. No wonder his smile dropped at the mention of it.
You fear that your mishap might have ruined the conversation, but he bounces right back and returns all your questions, helps you choose the best products in your price range and wears his smile just like before. As a way of thanking him you invite him for coffee, but because of his plans he has to refuse. »Another time. I’m sure we’ll meet again.«
Before you could dare to tell him that you are in fact not a local like he is, he is already on his way and without exchanging phone numbers, impossible to reach. The prospect of not seeing him again before you leave Paris crosses your mind and sullies your mood. You suppose you’d just have to deal with it.
You go on to spend the rest of today and the third day of your stay painting the view from your hotel room window, a park and a bridge to distract yourself and get your mood back up. On wednesday evening you expected to have trouble sleeping before your interview the next day. But, to your surprise, your eyes feel heavy and sleep comes over you.
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When you wake up, you get dressed and grab two of the paintings from yesterday, your previously prepared binder full of your older art and make your way to the interview. It was held directly where you’d work at — an art school. The thought of pursuing your life-long passion as a career is scary but imagining that this interview could be a success fills your heart with joy. Becoming an art teacher for students who live and breathe art just as you do seems like your purpose. For this reason, you want to try your best and hope to leave a great impression. 
As you stand in front of the university's art-department building you keep positive thoughts in mind. Every step that you take in the direction of the stairs, along the hallway and near the room you're supposed to enter, shakes you up with anxiety. Nerves are running rampant more than ever as you hold the door handle and push it down. A deep breathe in, and you step forward into the room.
The broad room is bright, the white and high walls complement the wooden floors. Beautiful art decorates the walls and windows. You suppose on other days this is where students work on their assignments. But today, there are no art supplies laying around, everything is cleaned up nice. When you look to your left, there’s a long table. Three people sit at the table, two of them are conversing quietly, the third is scribbling something onto a paper in front of him.
The woman on the far left looks to the door first and her face splits into a smile. »Hello! Do come in, please.« You nod and smile, close the door behind you and step closer to the table. The woman who called you in pointed towards folded chairs that are leaned on the wall. »Grab a chair! Apologies, we just came back from our break, so we didn’t get to prepare the room.« You assure her that it’s fine, grab a chair and introduce yourself before sitting down.
»Very nice to meet you. I’m Madame Dupont, next to me is Monsieur Batiste and at last, Monsieur Kim. Monsieur Batiste and I are both teachers here. While Monsieur Kim does give lectures, his profession is fully dedicated to the arts. You might recognize him by his Pseudonym, Vantae.« She introduces from the left, starting with herself and going to the right, leaving the man who hadn’t raised his eyes up until now for last. The mention of Vantae makes you almost jump, you were always very fond of his work. The opportunity to meet one of your favorite artists in person makes this interview so much better. You keep your eyes on him, waiting to see his face and as you meet his gaze, you are surprised to recognize the man.
Vantae or Monsieur Kim, as in Kim Taehyung, the man who you’ve spent a great deal of this Tuesday with, talking about art. How come it never crossed his mind to mention that he was in fact an actual artist, with great talent? The shock hits your gut deeply but you can’t let it show on your face or hinder you from making a good impression on the other interviewers.
You clear your throat and take a deep breath in. Madame Dupont, seemingly leading the interview, holds her hand out and asks for your documents and the binder with your art. While she and the others look through your portfolio and comment on aspects that they like, you begin talking about yourself, per their request. You tell them of your great love for painting and how you’ve always felt at ease with a pencil or brush in hand. One or two questions to your drawings are asked that you gladly elaborate on and after exactly forty-two minutes Madame Dupont, Monsieur Batiste and Taehyung stand up to each shake your hand. 
»It was great speaking with you today. We will definitely contact you in a few days and notify you of our decision. Your art is very promising and you would be a great addition to our team!« Monsieur Batiste beams when he speaks and holds your hand in both of his. The two others at both his sides nod in agreement.
Taehyung’s smile grows cheeky when you hold your hand above the table to reach for his. »Pleasure to meet you here today, Madame. I, as well, would more than appreciate your presence at this school,« he brazenly speaks. His words are laced with mischief, as are his eyes sparkling with.
You express your gratitude to receive the chance for this interview and emphasize that you’d love to take this job offer. A very positive feeling is settling within your chest as you leave the building and walk along the street. They were genuinely nice and made the interview a good experience. But the encounter with Kim Taehyung still sticks with you. He seemed to already expect you there, almost like he recognized you from the picture on your application to the school. It would explain why he was so sure to meet you again.
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The call from Madame Dupont came exactly four days after you were back at home. The moment that your phone rings with a caller-ID you don’t recognize you pick up, already anticipating who it might be. »We’re so happy to tell you that you have been accepted as our next art teacher at the Pariser University of Arts!« She says, with almost as much excitement as you feel hearing it. »We want you to start as soon as you can move to Paris. Our team has been developing a schedule for you to adjust to teaching the students and we can’t wait for you to join us.«
After the call, you waste no time to write your resignation for your jobs and to prepare everything that needs to be done and taken care of before you leave the country — permanently.
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After living in Paris for four months now, you can’t imagine leaving ever again. Work has been everything you hoped it would be and more. At the beginning you just followed Madame Dupont, Taehyung and Monsieur Batiste to their classes, attended to printing and copying documents and got to do the occasional stand-in class. Today, you’re still in training but get to work on your own most of the time. Your coworkers help you prepare for your classes and give you tips on how to improve student-involvement. You enjoy working, for probably the first time in your life. With time you’re starting to get along better with your coworkers — not only the trio that interviewed you, but also the whole rest of the teaching staff. But with Taehyung especially. 
The first week you arrived, he kept on teasing you about how shocked you were when you found out that he is Vantae. He also admitted to recognizing you from your application, when the two of you met in the art shop. »I didn’t notice when we bumped into each other at night, but the day after it clicked. I’m a very curious person, you intrigued me… I just had to get to know you,« he confessed back then. 
That day, he also showed you his in-school art studio. It is still a gorgeous sight, you’re in awe whenever you get to enter it. He only works there when he has lectures that day, so it’s not the full extent of what he’s tinkering with. Still, you can recognize Vantae in everything he creates. Even quick, messy sketches. But like he said in the art shop, inspiration has left him with blank canvases or unfinished projects and the frustration is always clearly visible in his face when he invites you to the studio. 
Last time you were there, he invited you to come see his studio at home. The thought of seeing the place where Vantae painted some of his greatest works intrigued you so much, you agreed despite being antsy about spending your time off with him.
This leads you to where you are now, standing in front of his door. You take a few seconds to actually ring the bell but once you do, it doesn’t take long for it to swing open and reveal Taehyung and his usual smile. He swings his arm into the room to ask you to enter and that you do. To the right of the entrance area is a flight of stairs, but Taehyung walks through the door frame in front of you, so you follow him.
»I was just about to make coffee before heading up to the studio.« He said. »Do you want a cup as well?« You accept the offer and look around his place. The living room in which you are standing was huge and flooded with light from the big windows. A bar separated the area from his kitchen, where he leans against the counter. Behind him, his coffee machine is buzzing away as it’s filling the cups he put underneath. Once they are full, he hands you one of them. Both of you add milk and sugar to your preferences and then Taehyung starts making his way back through the doorway and turns to the staircase. »Let’s go!« he cheers on his way up.
He talks a lot about the different Paintings on his walls, the ones he hasn’t finished yet and the ones he wants to start. He begins sketching at his desk and you sit next to him to watch. Over the last few weeks he asked you more and more often to just do that — he never explains why. By now it’s become routine though, so you don’t question it anymore.
Every once in a while Taehyung pauses and crosses out what he drew or he erases the pencil lines and starts fresh. You can tell that the longer he keeps at it, the more his patience runs out. With time, he stops trying to fix or cover up his mistakes, but instead ends up crumbling his paper sheet together and throwing the whole thing away.
He finally closes his artbook and looks over at you with tired eyes, pouting. You can’t resist the coo that leaves your mouth. 
»I can‘t seem to draw anything at all, lately. It frustrates me,« the earnest way he speaks about his thoughts and feelings makes you a little happy, you’re glad that he’s comfortable enough to confide in you like this.
»Maybe you need a new muse?« you suggest and absentmindedly bite your lip as you try to think of a solution to his problem. There needs to be something that could inspire him. You don’t notice him inching closer to you, not until his breath tickles your cheek. Taehyung isn’t pouting anymore. Rather than that, his face is full of mischief, like it was months ago after your interview.
»Can you sit still?« he hurriedly opens the artbook again, grabs a piece of drawing coal and gets to work. Your eyes widen with the realization of what he was doing when his eyes flicker up to your face and back down to the paper. Not wanting to interrupt the flow he seems to be in, you just sit still and wait for when he is done. When he is, he turns his artbook to you and shows off his work with a proud grin on his lips. It was beautiful, to say the least. 
»Would you mind spending a little more time in my studio? I would love to try this with oil colors,« he carefully asks. It’s late and a part of your brain tells you to not stay with a man that you’re slowly overstepping your work relationship with, but you know that you probably can’t sleep well tonight anyway, so you agree to stay with him, despite your better knowledge.
»I wouldn’t mind,« you say to his visible surprise. »I enjoy your company and your art. If I can help you regain your inspiration, I’m more than glad to do that.« 
To Taehyung, you carry the calmness of the ocean and he could really drown in your presence. Just looking at you puffing up your hair nearly makes him drool. Being alone with you for so long is going to make him crazy, he just knows.But you could really be the solution for the artist block that he has been struggling with for the past few months. What you said earlier made him realize that you already were his muse. Everytime you’re next to him when he draws, he feels himself regaining his inspiration little by little. Maybe all that was left for him to truly get out of his slump wasn’t to switch the medium but to find the right view to draw. 
After you find your position again, he starts a draft of the painting he had in mind. You are of course the main focus of it, but the hard part is to find out what background will do your beauty justice.
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Late into the night, Taehyung finally finishes the painting. All the coffee in the world couldn’t keep the two of you up any longer. You grab your things and follow him back downstairs, but before you could announce your departure, he takes your hand. »You shouldn’t walk home alone this late. Please, stay here.« He almost whispers this and pulls you towards his chest gently. You think about it for a moment, staying at his place would really cross the line of professionalism. Finally, the thought of sharing a comfortable bed with a warm blooded, handsome man like Taehyung won you over. You sigh and nod your head.
»Let’s go to bed, then.« You both smile at each other.
He gives you a toothbrush and together you stand in front of the sink and exchange the occasional glance. His hands touch your arms, your waist and hips. Always gentle and they never linger for too long — it’s comfortable. The question of who takes the couch is never asked and on an unspoken mutual agreement you both slip under the same blanket, his arm behind your head and your back against his chest.
The darkness in the bedroom envelops you. You only feel Taehyung’s chest rise and fall while you fall asleep quicker than you ever did before.
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To be woken up in the morning by Taehyung’s now even deeper voice wasn’t on your list of possible outcomes when you moved to Paris. Nonetheless you really enjoy it. The shirt he gave you last night to sleep in covers you enough to stay decent and in his opinion makes you look even cuter than you did before. Bedhead and all.
He serves two cups of coffee and egg on toast after you beg him to cook you some breakfast.
»Seeing you like this…,« he mutters. »I’m afraid I can’t let you leave, you’re way too pretty. Can’t have anyone steal my muse from me.« You laugh together with him and hide your face in your palms. His attention stays on you the whole time. He can’t help himself — he rounds the bar to where you’re seated and lays his hand on the side of your face. »I adore you,« this, he said in a very serious tone, unlike before. »Please let me take you out to dinner sometime.« You look up from your hands and see the earnesty in his eyes.
»I’d love to,« you respond and he smiles.
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out-of-jams · 6 months
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On/Top || Episode 01: Jump || OT7
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↠ On/Top ↞ Minji Kwan has always wanted to change the world for the better with her music. After landing a chance audition with Big Hit Entertainment, will she be able to traverse the K-pop world full of challenges, heartbreak, and sacrifice? Will her petals bloom under the careful guidance of seven talented boys? Or will she wilt under the pressure and self-doubt?
↠ pairing: ↞ tbd x reader
↠ warnings/genre: ↞ series. idol!au. mild depiction of anxiety. explicit language.
↠ word count: ↞ 2k
All works here are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission. That is illegal and you are stealing no matter if you give credit or not.
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“I can’t do this.” 
The words escaped parted pink lips in a shaky exhale of breath. They were spoken so quietly that the syllables were almost drowned out by the bustling noise of city life. Leaning against a light pole, Minji, a girl no older than twenty, spoke into a phone pressed against her ear. 
“Yes, you can, Minji. Stop being such a baby,” a feminine voice responded over the slight static on phone that sounded nothing short of annoyed.
“But what if I embarrass myself again, Soohee? I already bombed the last two auditions I went to.” Minji sighed and tilted her head back to rest against the cold metal. 
Her dark eyes traced the path of a bird flying overhead, it’s white wings almost blending into the few clouds hanging above. A light breeze blew by, ruffling Minji’s long dark hair and she closed her eyes as the strands stuck to her eyelashes. Too lazy to brush them away, she stood like that, unmoving.
“That was just because of nerves,” came the reassuring response.
Eyes still closed, Minji opened her mouth to spit a quick retort. But before she could get the words out of her mouth, Soohee spoke again.
“Look, fifty years from now, when you’re looking back on your life, don’t you want to be able to say that you had the guts to walk into that building?”
Letting out a breathy chuckle, Minji let a small smile upturn the edges of her lips. “Did you really just quote Transformers at me?”
“Damn straight,” Soohee huffed over the line before sighing. Minji could hear her best friend shuffling papers around from where she’d been studying for her upcoming midterms. Minji felt the guilt creep up for interrupting Soohee because of her stupid anxiety. “What do you have to lose?”
“Everything?” Minji retorted in a small voice. “If I fail again, it’ll just prove them all right, Soohee.”
“Then prove them wrong.” Her best friend’s tone softened before hardening again. “I’m hanging up now. But seriously, Minji, this is exactly what you came here for. If you back out now, everything you’ve done will have been for nothing. Don’t let all that shit be in vain.”
“You’re right. I’m being stupid.” Minji opened her eyes again and took a deep breath. 
She watched as pedestrians weaved their way through the cars stopped at the traffic light at the end of the block. Shifting her attention to the building across the street, she peered up at the many tinted windows. “I’ll go. But I’m never going out in public again if I embarrass myself.”
“You say that like you’re not already an embarrassment to yourself.”
An indigent squeak left Minji’s mouth as Soohee’s high pitched cackle blasted through the receiver. Just as she was about to retort, she heard the distinctive click of the line hanging up before a dial tone beeped in her ear. With a roll of the eyes and a huff of breath, Minji’s shaking fingers pressed the red end-call button before slipping the phone into the pocket of her black shorts. 
Lifting her other hand from where it hung uselessly at her side, Minji’s eyes roved over the bright orange letters printed on the business card in her grasp. The cardstock felt familiar under her fingertips from the countless times that she’d pulled it out to stare in disbelief. Embedded innocently on the center of the card were the words:
                                                            Big Hit
                                                    Entertainment
And underneath that was a phone number and email for the manager in charge of production for the company, as well as the address to the building. However, the small printed contact information had been crossed out with a thick green sharpie. Flipping over the card, Minji’s thumb brushed over the messily written words on the back. 
                        audition anytime                                     -pdogg
Maybe I should have called first, Minji thought as she read over the familiar words.
“Too late.” The words were drowned out by the loud honking of a car as it passed the slow driver in front of it. Clutching the card like a lifeline, Minji pushed off the street lamp and straightened the plain, quarter-sleeved white shirt tucked into her shorts. 
“You got this, Minji,” shr murmured to herself and walked the half-block down to the crosswalk. As she joined a small crowd of people for the red hand symbol to change, she thought back on how she’d gotten there.
Two weeks ago, she’d been crammed into a small booth in the corner of some small karaoke bar. Squished between a wall and her roommate and boss Eunji, she’d tossed back another shot of soju. Earlier that day, Minji had completely bombed an audition for JYP, one of the big three entertainment companies in Seoul. And two days before that, she’d frozen up and forgotten the lyrics of the song she had been singing at an audition for SM entertainment. 
Minji had been beating herself up at work throughout her afternoon shift at her job at the convenience store near Seoul university. Eunji had caught her mid-panic attack in the back room and was able to talk her down off the ledge. After she’d gotten her breathing back under control, Eunji had closed down the store am hour early and brought Minji out to blow off some steam. 
Three shots of soju later and Minji had found herself taking the stage, mic in hand and adrenalin burning through her blood. She had always found solace in performing in front of a crowd. There was something about being able to connect her voice and words with an audience that shot euphoria into her veins. 
The alcohol had burned through her stage fright, and the second that the music blasted out from the shitty speakers in the bar and the music dimmed, the words flowed from her lips like water. All of the pent-up emotions from the past few days weaved themselves into high notes and vibrato. Eyes closed and body moving with the rhythm, the stress and the weight placed upon her shoulders loosened. 
It wasn’t until the applause broke through the ending notes that Minji felt herself coming back down to the present. The crowd packed into the cramped bar had clapped her on the shoulder as she descended the four stairs to the stage and made her way back to her small table in the back of the room. However, she’d only made it halfway there when a man stepped into her path.
“Excuse me,” Minji muttered, stepping to the side to try and get around him. 
“Wait.” 
His voice had been fairly deep and Minji had struggled to hear him over the deep bass of the next song playing from the speakers. Lifting her gaze from the disgustingly sticky floor underneath her shoes, Minji had met the bespectacled brown eyes of the taller man. His hair hid underneath a black baseball cap and one of his big hands scratched the small beard on his chin. The vibe the man gave off was that of a father or an uncle, and Minji felt her tense shoulders relax slightly under his gaze.
“Yes?” she asked, having to crane her neck up to look at him because of her short stature.
“You’re good,” giving a small jerk of his head towards the stage, he spoke clearly over the wailing, off key vocals of the new singer on stage. “Ever think about joining the entertainment business?” 
“I- yeah.” Blinking in surprise, she nodded her head slowly. “Yeah.”
“What’s your name, kid?” 
The man’s red bomber jacket seemed to almost glow underneath the multicolored pulsing lights. As one particularly bright, ugly yellow light flashed above, Minji could see own bewildered face reflected in the lenses of his round glasses. Something almost like hope started to bloom in her chest and she hesitantly reached out to grasp onto it.
“Minji,” The response left her partially dry lips as she reached out to grasp his outstretched hand. “Minji Kwan.”
A body bumping into her shoulder jostled Minji out of her reminiscing thoughts and she jerked her head up to see the red symbol on the light across the street changed. The small crowd bustled forward and her feet followed. Blocking out the sounds of city life around her, she slowed to a stop in front of a small staircase leading up to the light brown colored building of Big Hit entertainment. 
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she climbed the stairs before she could second guess herself. She kept going when she reached the glass double doors at the top and reached out to pull on one of the cool, metal handles. 
Business card clutched tightly in her hand, Minji entered the building with a whoosh of air. All noise from outside the building silenced itself as the soles of her shoes tapped lightly on the marbled floor. Across from the entrance was a long rectangular reception desk, and to the left was a short hallway with a pair of shiny, steel elevators.
The two security guards placed near each of the elevators eyed her and Minji nervously tore her gaze away from them. She hadn’t even thought about how tight security would probably be with who worked in the building. Even though she hadn’t done anything wrong, she still couldn’t help the automatic straightening of her spine. 
“Hello,” a feminine voice greeted and Minji jerked her head back to meet the gaze of the brunette woman at the reception desk. The woman gave her a polite smile, though the slight tightening of the skin around her eyes gave away her suspicion. “How can I help you?”
Swallowing lightly, Minji gathered her nerves and made her way over to the counter. The overhead lights bounced off the glossy letters embedded on the white business card as she slapped it onto the countertop. The receptionist raised a curious eyebrow as Minji slid it across the counter, green sharpie catching her attention. 
“Hi. I’m here for an audition."
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valeriesarkive · 11 months
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Hard to forget, pt.2
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✿ Sypnosis: What would happen if you realize that you’ve been drawing him for months without knowing him at all? What if you suddenly get flashbacks from a different life? 
It’s you, yet it’s not at the same time… But how could that be possible?
✿ Pairing: Female reader x Taehyung
✿ Genre: Romance, twin flames, karmic lifes
✿ AU: New Orleans, brothel, jazz 
✿ Warnings: mature, explicit language, rough and unprotected sex 
✿ Word count: 2.2k
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a/n: Feedback is important to me <3
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⇠ previously
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New Orleans, 1948 
The strong smell of tobacco filled the small room, creating a thick cloud of smoke. I gently get out of bed to approach the only window of my room and open it, letting the cold air wash away the stench inside.
I sit on the padded bench in front of my dressing table, vainly retouching my smudged makeup that hides my pale skin. I apply perfume and rearrange the few clothes on my body. 
Where was my dignity? I don’t know, people made sure to take it from me violently. 
I notice by the reflection of the mirror the naked silhouette of that man who lay calmly on the bed. I felt repudiated, as well as with every man who passed through those same sheets. 
  "Are you going to sit there all night, doll?"
I shake my head, avoiding any kind of eye contact with him. I knew from his growl that he was also watching my reflection.
  “Come closer then.”
  “Yes, daddy.” I try to say it seductively. 
And without hesitation, I got up from the seat just to get closer to the obese man, who was already waiting for me sitting on the edge of the bed with a noticeable erection. I remain static in front of his figure and with my head bowed and my hands crossed behind my back, I wait for it to start. He runs his chubby hands over every corner of my body.
When his fingers invade my intimacy, I feign excitement and pleasure, while I exaggerate the sounds that come out of my throat, knowing how hard that put him on.
  “Good girl. Now lie down with your ass high for me, okay?”
I instantly positioned myself on the bed as he requested. I clench my fists on the sheets. My legs tremble visibly from exhaustion, yet it could easily be camouflaged with other type of reaction due to the moment. I close my eyes, ignoring the reflection of our bodies on the mirror that was on the side of the bed, set exclusively for some clients.
  “Do not close your eyes, baby.” He says in a growl as he thrusts inside of me.
My gaze is fixed again on the mirror, since I could not allow myself to disobey his requests. My face, accompanied by bright fine lines that ran down my cheeks, asking in muted screams for this torture to end.
Three more thrusts were enough for his heavy body to fall exhausted beside me. I collapse on the bed after faking a loud scream. 
    "Nina, would you do it for me?" I ask my friend once again.
    “Hm, I don't know. Don't you think it's too risky?” She asks back.
I put on some more lip stick, before straightening the delicate fabric that adorns my burgundy hat. I turned around to see my friend's face, who’s sitting on the bed. I could notice the worry on her face ‘cause of the favor I was asking.
I let out a breath before kneeling in front of her, placing my hands on top of hers.
  “Please. It’ll be only for this afternoon, okay?”
  “No.” 
  "Nina, please! The boss is not here right now, he won’t notice that I’m gone for a little while.”
 "I don't care, ___! Even if he's not around, we're still being watched.” Even though the anger was visible on her face, she still called me by my nickname. “Besides, I don't understand your outburst of wanting to go out now!” Nina shakes her head, crossing her arms to reject my idea.
 "Because I don't want to wait another month to do so! I can do it today!" The first tears began to pool around the corner of my eyes.
 "And what is it that can't wait? How important is it to take this risk, ___?” 
 "Anything is much more important than this shitty place we're in."
 “But, ___... you know very well that it's your life that would be in danger.”
 "Nina, please! I already told you how wonderful it is! That place is everything I could dream of. The music was beautiful and people sang from their seats with a calmness that I envy. There was also a woman singing on the stage. A woman, Nina!”
The first drops trace a wet path down my cheeks. I knew that if I was caught escaping from this place, they wouldn’t doubt a second  to pierce my skull with one of his precious bullets.
 “Okay, but only for today” My friend pointed a finger at me as a warning.
  “Thanks girl!” I jump to give her a warm hug. “I promise I'll be as discreet as possible.”
  “You better.”
I give her one last smile before grabbing my coat to head out of the door, being totally careful of the noise my high heels might make against the wooden floor. I look both ways before taking my first steps out of the small shared room.
I had a big advantage on my side: the brothel was too big, so the guards wouldn't notice everything. They already have a lot to take responsibility for when the boss isn't around. They had to be careful with the customers who try to get away without paying or the ones who start a fight over a girl. Clearly, a cheap whore trying to get away was the least worries of all of their occupations.
I walk down the long and dark corridor, while hearing the murmurs from the floor above disappearing as I continue walking. My hands shake a little once I reach for the doorknob that I was looking for, the one that led me  to an external exit. When I open it and finally feel the cool afternoon air against my red face, my body finally relaxes.
No matter how far I got from the neighborhood, I still felt they were watching every step I took. Don’t get me wrong, I was really relieved to go away for a little while from that place, but the feeling of being followed couldn’t let me breath. 
I cover my arms with a thin cloth no matter how hot it is outside. The fear of not only being found out, but also being recognized by someone was something that didn't leave me in peace every time I went out.
The lights of the bars were already on, reflecting on the walls and on the stone floor. I could hear people chatting from the open balconies with an incredible view of the sunset. And, the music that I have been looking for, sounded closer and closer to me.
I sigh slowly, wanting to keep every space of that place inside me. After all, it was what kept me sane in the midst of so much darkness.
The memory of the melancholic melody of the saxophone accompanied by the piano, the hardness with which its musicians touch the strings of the guitar and bass... and that voice; every time I heard her sing, I was transported to an imaginary world in which I occupied that part of the stage and not her.
In those dreams that I see as impossible, I am the center of attention, where the focus of the lights and the interest of the people sitting there who were enjoying those ballads were on me. 
They looked at her with a romantic gaze, almost as if they were praising her in silence and they also knew and appreciated her talent beyond her body. I would love to live in that reality in which I sell myself for who I truly am and not my body.
My body stops moving when my eyes meet with the woman that’s on stage. I was amazed at her beauty and talent. She was the woman who I wanted to be. 
The bar was crowded with elegant people, but I could barely see their faces because of the dim lighting. I stand by the door, not expecting to stay for too long, yet… 
  "Miss?" A man whispers in my ear. 
The panic runs through my body as I feel how my doubts are flooding my thoughts once again. I hug myself tightly and inhale repeatedly, clearly ignoring the man's voice calling me.
Was he one of my clients? Did he recognize me?
 “Yes?” My voice trembles.
  “Would you like to sit down?” He asks once again.
I finally look at him and my breath fails me when our gazes collide. 
I look at his brown eyes, as well as his marked Asian features. His eyes are sharp, and his eyelids are uneven. I was speechless at how handsome he is.Even small things like that mole on the tip of his nose made him rarely beautiful. His posture radiates confidence as well as calmness. He’s taller than me, which surprisingly doesn't make me feel intimidated at all. 
 “Sorry?”
  “I was asking you if you wanted to sit down.” He sat down while pointing to the empty seat beside him. “I wouldn't mind a little company for this evening. Surely, as long as you want to.”
Suddenly, my shoes looked prettier than the gorgeous man beside me. Not letting him wait longer for a response, I returned my gaze to him.
"Y-yes…" I whisper as I brush a strand of hair off my face. “Thank you.”
"There's nothing to be thankful for," he kindly answers, and then takes the glass of whisky to his lips and takes a short sip before speaking again. “Is it the first time you come to the bar? I don't remember ever seeing you.”
“N-no, I mean, kind of. It was only once a long time ago.”
"Hm, I understand.”
He murmurs in a low tone while closing his eyes, delighted at the music. That was how we spent the rest of the evening. The woman on the stage had a beautiful red dress accompanied by a fur scarf. She sways her hips provocatively while her voice expresses melancholy. I look sideways at the man next to me. We enjoyed each other's silent company, along with music as the protagonist.
My eyes sparkled under the soft lights, knowing that I was about to cry. I subtly wipe my tears before ruining my makeup.
"Are you alright, miss?"
 "Y-yes, don't you worry ‘bout me." I say while giving him a smile, although forced. “It's just that music makes me sentimental.”
 “I understand… I also tend to get sentimental, especially when I'm there playing my saxophone.”
 "Wait, are you part of that band?" I ask, obviously surprised, seeing a lively sparkle in his eyes.
 "Not this one exactly. Let's say we take turns to play at the bar,” he gives me a friendly smile. “You should come to see us sometime. We play every Thursday.”
 “I'd love to…”
But before I can even continue speaking, I stand abruptly from the chair, seeing the time on my little wristwatch. I take a few steps back apologizing for the unexpected interruption and turn on my heels to leave the bar, but a hand gently grabbing my hand stops me from stepping outside.
 “You mind telling me your name?”
 "Please, excuse me." My voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. “I’m running late. Sorry, but I've to go now…”
By the tone of my voice, he could notice how desperate I was. He let go of my arm, while I apologize once again and run away from the bar. My tears fall freely, smearing the mascara on my face. I was just hoping that my boss hadn't arrived yet and noticed my absence. I don’t want any consequences for my stupid decision to run away.
I enter through the external door of the brothel again, being careful along the noise it could make. I stepped inside when I couldn’t see a soul in the corridors. I release all the air retained in my lungs and go into my room, dressing "properly" for the night.
As I was finishing retouching my makeup, the door opened abruptly.
"Where the hell have you been all this time, huh?!" My only friend asks me, closing the door behind her.
Her voice and face dripped with anger, as well as concern. I understood her, she would be just as angry if I had to cover for any of the girls.
“I already told you, at the bar.”
“I fucking know! What I meant is why did you take so long! The boss has been looking for you all this time on the top floor. When he saw me, he asked ‘bout you, I mentioned that you were indisposed to go up.” In the midst of her nervousness, she looks through a small space the door towards the outside. “I told him that I would come down to check on you, so he won't be taking long to come down as well.” 
And just as Nina said it, seconds later they opened the only privacy barrier in this place. My boss enters the room accompanied by his bodyguards.
 "Mia, are you ready?" He calls me by my fake name. The boss crosses his arms as he looks me up and down, smirking after seeing me ready to leave.
A shiver crosses my spine when I hear him calling me by that name. The same name he gave me when I first put a foot in this place. 
 “Yes, Boss.”
"Okay, then go ahead. We don't want to make our customers wait any longer, right?”
"No, boss.”
I finish tightening the strings of my heels around my ankles to finally get ready to go out.
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jeonbunnie · 2 years
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stand by me
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pairing: reader x yoongi
anonymous requested: “could you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?”
summary: yoongi becomes your knight in black leather.
genre: slight angst; fluff;
soundtrack: stand by me—bene e. king
content/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends again; gang!au; biker!yoongi/ cat calling; sexual harassment.  
a/n: I’m sure you weren’t expecting bikergang!yoongi for this request lol but that’s where my brain went I’m sorry lol. I hope it’s still cute for you ♡ 
word count: 1.5k
♪ No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me ♪
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Five minutes into your walk home and you already regretted the decision.
Girls night had started to turn into girls morning, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to stay out. Not wanting to ruin their fun, you bid your friends goodnight and made your way home. At first, you weren’t concerned about walking by yourself; The bar was only a couple blocks from your highrise apartment, and you’d be home in no time—fifteen minutes tops.
But now that you were alone with a cat-caller on your trail, you thought you should never have left in the first place. The man eyeing you from across the street put a shiver down your spine.
“Where you going, baby?”
In your head, you cursed your decision to wear a crop top and short dress tonight now that you’d been unlucky enough to gather unwanted attention. Fear told you not to respond. You did your best to keep your head down and avoid eye contact.
“Oh, come on, don’t ignore me, beautiful!”
It was so dark out; not even the sliver of moon could light your path home. Only one street light blinked on in the distance, but it was at least a block away.
You could hear his footsteps behind you, and your heartbeat quickened. You sped up your pace, too.
For a second, you were afraid. Your mind filled with all the terrible ways this night could end. So much could go wrong before you reached the safety of the light. More than anything, you wished you weren’t alone.
“I’m just trying to pay you a compliment!” said the stranger, persistent in his pursuit.
If you had to defend yourself, you would. You reached inside your purse, finding your pepper spray and gripping your keys between your fingers like talons, just in case.
And then suddenly, as if the universe heard your silent plea, you weren’t alone after all.
A deep voice rang out nearby. “I don’t think she’s interested.”
You’d know that voice anywhere.
Yoongi. Your Yoongi. The kid in your neighborhood who used to be your friend and your fiercest defender. At once, all your fears ceased. With Yoongi by your side, you’ve never had to be afraid.
He looked different now. Older. Serious. But undeniably handsome as he leaned back against a motorcycle. You don’t know how you missed it, too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice his bike parked on the side of the street. But you couldn’t be happier recognizing the sleek ‘7’ decal that marked the vehicle as belonging to one of the notorious gangs in the city.
“In fact,’ continued Yoongi, “I know she’s not interested.” Others might have been scared to have a member of Bangtan approach them, but relief washed over you as Yoongi came to stand by you, shielding you with his body from the unwelcome stranger. “But if you’re interested in keeping your pathetic excuse of a life, I’d suggest you walk away now.”
Maybe it was the look in Yoongi’s eyes, dark gaze glinting something dangerous as he stared down your offender. Or perhaps he, too, had noticed the warning sign glinting on the bike, but that was all it took for the man to run off, leaving you with your savior.
He wasn’t exactly a white knight, switching out the shining armor for a black leather jacket and jeans, but still, he left you breathless. Upclose you’re struck by the details of change: the piercings in his ear, the long shaggy hair, and most noticeably, the long, red scar that ran down his eye. So much about him had changed, but his dark gaze still seared you when your eyes met.
For a minute, it’s just quiet as you take each other in. Awkward silence sets in as you’re unsure what to say or where to begin. You’d thought of Yoongi many times and always imagined you’d be better put together the next time you met. So much time had passed, yet here you were, still a damsel in distress and seemingly no more confident.
Yoongi broke the silence first. “It’s been a while, huh? I see you still need me to look out for you.”
You rolled your eyes, even as your heart lightened hearing his usual banter. “For the record, I didn’t need your help back there. I was prepared to defend myself—”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“—But I’m glad I didn’t have to. Thank you,” you said, offering him a genuine smile.
Yoongi didn’t respond, shrugging off your thanks with a cool nod as he broke eye contact. But if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the pink warming his cheeks wasn’t just from the cool night air.
When his eyes returned to you, he cocked his head to the side, gaze flickering over your figure in a way that made you squirm.
After a long pause, he said, “You still look the same.”
You looked down at your hands, heart racing for the second time tonight for an entirely different reason. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Good. Definitely, good.”
The silence that slipped over you now didn’t feel awkward anymore. You looked back up at Yoongi, feeling comfortable in his presence, warm like the orange glow of the overhead streetlight. And just like that, you’re slipping into the time before. Memories of scraped knees, black eyes, wiped tears, and pastel bandaids. All the pain, laughter, and childhood nostalgia breathing in the space between you.
You know your family moved away with the best intentions: safer neighborhoods, better education, more opportunities. Maybe moving was for the best, but you’d left your heart with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Because you never really got over it—losing your best friend.
You wonder if it’s just you, all in your head with your one-sided feelings. But then Yoongi’s eyes softened, and you know it’s not all in your head. He felt it, too, the affinity that somehow lingered after all these years.
“Let me take you home,” said Yoongi, lips lifted in a half smile.
“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can make the rest of the way by myself.”
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Too good to be seen with someone like me on this side of town, huh?”
He’s teasing. But still, you panic a bit at the implication. “No, no!” you said, waving your hands. “That not— I just meant you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out. I don’t mind being seen with you, honest—”
“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off. “Don’t you think I know you better than that? I’m just messing with you.”
You huffed out a sigh, both relieved and annoyed that he still could work you up like that. Yoongi just chuckled.
“You’re not a burden to me,” he said, leaning in to look you in the eyes. “I only asked to take you home because I wanted to.”
Yoongi walked over to his parked bike only to pause when he noticed you hesitating behind him. “What?”
You couldn’t help yourself; you had to ask: “Why are you being so nice to me?”
At that, Yoongi laughed, turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, should I not? Would you prefer it if I were an asshole?”
“It’s just,” you started suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You have no reason to be. It’s been years since we last talked. . .and I—”
Guilt kept you from saying what you were thinking out loud.
I left you behind.
You always felt ashamed you didn’t keep in touch with your friends from the past. Yoongi had every right to resent you for that, yet there was no animosity in his eyes as he looked at you.
Yoongi shook his head, seemingly reading your mind and all the doubts. “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far you go. I’m always going to stand by your side. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Something about the sincerity of those words stunned you to tears. “Yoongi…”
Of course, he noticed the twinkle in your eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he reproached. But despite his admonishing words, you heard the grin in his voice.
“Come on,” he said, swinging a leg over his bike.
You could only watch him in awe, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like Yoongi return to your life.
“Darling,” he said, voice dipping low as he held up the helmet to his bike. “I’m not asking.”
You bite your lip, barely containing your grin, as you take the helmet from his grasp and hop on behind him.
“Give me your phone.”
You obeyed his command, watching as he saved his number in your contacts.
When he finished, Yoongi looked over his shoulder at you. “The next time you’re in trouble, call me, yeah?”
You nod, smiling softly to yourself as he checks the strap on your helmet. When satisfied with the fit, he turned around and started his bike, the vehicle roaring to life.
“Hold on tight,” he shouted, voice booming over the engine’s purr.
So you do. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi and rested your cheek against his strong back, breathing in his scent: leather, mint, and something else that reminded you of home. This time, no matter what curves life throws your way, you know you won’t let go.
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THE PRINCE WITH THE UGLY HEART ⏤15
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN : NEW BEGINNINGS
CHPT. SUM ; you and taehyung start living in the capital within the palace and start adjusting to palace life with your studies keeping the both of you busy but can your determination to do well be enough or will things prove too hard for you to cope?
G. ; fluff ; very slight angst if you squint ; king!jungkook ; queenintraining!reader ; littlemaster!taehyung ; youngduke!taehyung ; reader is very studious ; taehyung's sacrifice ; reader's guilt ; jungkook being a good king ; jungkook also being a bad king ; ladies in waiting appearance ; hoseok gets promoted to butler ; new future queen in the queens palace ; taehyung isn't a prince ; surprise visits
LENGTH ; 7.7k
A/N ; goodness, it's been such a long time, i'm so sorry my lovely dollies, i never anticipated taking such an extended hiatus on this story - a lot of things happened and it can never be boiled down to one primary reason but what's important is that im back! i intend to finish this series that is and has been such a big reflection on my journey in writing. i hope you darlings, enjoy the read, i'm sorry for the long wait x
PREV.
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Entering the royal palace was surreal. There was such a flurry of movement surrounding you, it was hard to process everything all at once. At the very least, Taehyung and Jungkook stayed by your side through it all, they were able to ground you through the hurricane of movement. 
“Call the royal tailor and seamstress to take the measurements of my lady and the little master  so that they can be fitted for new garments as soon as possible,” Jungkook ordered the staff as soon as you were settled into a room that could be considered the size of a small house, “also, prepare 2 baths and leave us be until the tailor and seamstress have arrived,”
“As you wish, your highness,” with that all the staff dispersed to set about their designated tasks. 
Finally, finally, you could breathe and hold your little brother close for comfort and a semblance of normalcy. 
“I hope you aren’t too overwhelmed,”  Jungkook sends you a look of sympathy, “I can understand how different this all must feel so please don’t hesitate to inform me whenever the two of you feel uncomfortable,”
“It’s okay, Hyung,” Taehyung speaks up in your lap, still cuddled up against you, “we’ll try our best, won’t we Noona?” he turns to gaze up at you with a smile that you reciprocate. 
“Of course we will,” you lean down to nuzzle your nose against your little brothers before turning your full attention to Jungkook, “anything to be able to stay by your side, Jungkook,”
The smile that spreads across his lips has your heart stuttering in your chest. You hold such a deep love for him but having his handsome face smile so sweetly at you is dangerous, and so is the knowledge that he helped bring the war to an end and has done so many good things for the people of the kingdom since his reign as King. 
How did you ever get so lucky? 
If only you knew how much deeper in love Jungkook was with you. If he needed to start a war again and become known as a terrible tyrant of a king or need to sacrifice all the luxury and privilege he grew up with, he’d do so in a heartbeat if it meant being your love for forever and always. He was willing to do exactly that if his father hadn’t allowed him that week of freedom and accepted you as his future queen.
“How very lucky I am to have you both in my life,” Jungkook kneels down before you, takes your hand and touches his lips to your knuckles in a soft kiss. 
“We’re lucky to have you too, Hyung!” Taehyung cheers and jumps on him with a shout of happiness. 
“Taehyung!” you gasp as they go tumbling down but refrain from scolding either one when they burst into fits of giggles, instead you sigh and lean back with a content smile. Once they’ve collected themselves, Jungkook stands with Taehyung held up with one arm as he pulls you close with his spare hand.
“I deeply apologise for having to delay our wedding, my love,” Jungkook, crestfallen, hums softly as he kisses your temple in apology.
“It’s alright,” you bashfully reassure and move to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek, “I’ve waited 5 years already, I can be patient,”
Jungkook smiles and squeezes both you and Taehyung close, “I couldn’t have said it better myself. All of that time is worth finally having you at arm's reach like this,” he nestles his face into your hair and smiles at your sweet, floral scent, “it won’t be too long now…” 
“I just hope-”
“None of that. I can’t have you doubting yourself when I know for sure that you’ll make an excellent queen, right Tae?” he holds your face as he stares at you lovingly. 
“Yeah! Hyung’s right, Noona!”
“Really?” you timidly ask. 
“Are you doubting the judgement of your King?” he teases as you laugh. 
“And what if I am?~”
Jungkook hums thoughtfully for a moment before a proud grin overtakes his once pensive features, “Only someone worthy of being the future queen would dare challenge their King in this way,” Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s playful mocking but you could only pout.  
“Stopppp!” you whine but Jungkook laughs and seizes your lips in a loving kiss. 
“Believe in yourself the way you believed in me when I was at my lowest,” you smile as your heart softens from his heartfelt words, “and if you aren’t there yet, I'll support you as best as I can until you reach that point,”
“Thank you, Jungkook,”
Not long after being bathed then measured and fitted for noble attire, you and Taehyung were met with a shocking discovery in the absence of Jungkook and the presence of his newly assigned Butler. 
“This is…where?”
“This is the Queen’s palace, my lady, also known as the Diamond Palace,” the recently assigned butler, Hoseok, informs you. He had been so accommodating with helping to assign you ladies-in-waiting and tutors as well as a nanny, tutors and instructors for Taehyung to see after the week period set aside for you and your little brother to settle into palace life, a week that you were in the middle of currently, “would you like to know more?”
“Yes please, Hoseok,” you nod as Taehyung indulges in the many cakes and cookies laid out on the table before him with the occasional sip of his milk and honey. Nevertheless, he makes it a point to be turned towards the red-headed butler, ears perked and openly listening. Hoseok smiles at this, happy that the little master has such good manners, manners befitting a noble but displaying such better than most do. 
“The Queen’s palace is separate from the main palace where court officials and members of the King’s personal and public council often visit and hold meetings. The main purpose of the Queen’s palace is to train future Queens and therefore holds a mark of every queen that once resided in it. In fact, the previous queen, his highness’ belated mother, designed and helped cultivate the North and south gardens herself,” your mouth drops as the realisation of how importance your current residence dawns on you, “there are two more separate palaces called the Sapphire and Morganite palace also known as the Prince and Princess Palace respectively. They are where the prince and princesses of the kingdom should reside,” at his explanation, you turn to Taehyung, who looks at you with his own questioning gaze. Sensing the query in the air, Hoseok continues, “the Prince and Princess Palace are reserved for yours and his highness’ future children, my lady, as the young master, Taehyung, is politically not a prince but instead a young Duke. This is because he has relations with a member of the royal family through marriage, as soon as you are wed to his majesty, young master Taehyung’s dukedom will be announced soon after. His highness, the King, has been signing the documentations and making the proper preparations for this so please don’t worry, my lady,”
“Oh my…”
“What’s a Duke, Noona?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about, you’re still too young Tae,” you assure as you bite your lip and give Hoseok a look that he immediately bows to, expressing his cooperation. Taehyung will not be told the full implications of this until he is much older, you want him to continue living as a child for as long as possible. 
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Taehyung loved exploring the palace grounds and, although the palace staff adored him, he’s been keeping them on their toes. You were, at first, worried that a fair majority would antagonise you and your little brother for your humble background, however, they were nothing but friendly and welcoming to you both. Rumours between the palace maids made it clear to you that it’s all because of Jungkook emphasising that you were the reason for his change in demeanour prior to your arrival. 
“I heard that he begged his highness, the previous king, to let him go and do whatever he wanted for a week, and the condition was that he would leave after completing an entire week’s worth of work,” one palace maid gossiped behind a tall, marble pillar. 
“And then?”
“Now, I only heard this from a few people that work closely with the King but apparently, he also created a separate list of important things to do,”
“What else did he need to do? How could he even have the time to do more atop double the amount of work he already had to complete?”
“It was to spread the word that his highness was only able to become who he is today because  of the future queen,”
“The commoner girl he brought back claiming is going to become his queen?”
“Yes yes!”
“Oh my goodness! She must be really special to be able to make him change so much, then!”
“We must treat her well for bettering his highness, I remember when he used to be so irrational and rude, now it’s almost unbelievable that he used to be that way,”
You couldn’t bring yourself to listen any further with your mind racing and unable to process any more of their conversation. Jungkook had assured you that your existence and identity were completely secret and that all of the palace staff were sworn in to secrecy but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t gossip about you within palace walls. At least, you were fairly well accepted by the palace staff. 
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“My lady is so beautiful, I just adore dressing her up,” Rosé, one of your four ladies in waiting, sighs dreamily as she tidies up your dress for the day. It would be your first time wearing a hand tailored dress as you had been wearing made-to-wear dresses up until this point. It was a flowy dress made of light material as per your request, and simply designed for your comfort and carefree movement. Elegant and enchanting, it was the perfect first dress. 
“That is a given, she will soon be the queen afterall,” Jisoo turns up her nose at the statement, as if to express how proud she is to be working for the future monarch.
“Which necklace would you like to wear today, my lady?” Lisa asks, as she sets down an assortment of necklaces upon your vanity. 
“Would you like to accompany them with earrings,” Jennie asks, gesturing to the tray of earrings on her cart, “or a bracelet?” she gestures to the lower half of the cart with an array of beautiful bracelets. 
“Maybe you’d like a headpiece?” jisoo comments stepping up beside you after finishing up with your hair. 
You take a moment to ponder, still flustered over being served in such an extravagant way and with incredibly kind and beautiful ladies in waiting, “Umm…I don’t believe I have the appropriate understanding of jewellery accompaniment yet so…is it alright if you make the decisions for me in the meantime?” you timidly look up at your ladies in waiting from your seat at the vanity, shy from their awed and quickly-turned adoring gazes. 
“Of course, my lady!” Lisa cheers. 
“We’d be more than happy to help you but please, once you feel like choosing what to wear, notify us right away,” Jisoo smiles softly. 
“It would mean more to us than anything in the world to properly honour our lady’s wishes,” Rosé pipes up as Jennie fervently nods in agreement beside her. 
“Thank you,” you smile, “you’ve all done a fantastic job,” 
“It’s all because our lady is already so beautiful,” Jennie compliments as they all bow at your gratitude.  
“Noona! Are you finished dressing up? Can I come in?” Taehyung’s excited voice calls through your door. You had heard his loud foot-falls approaching your bedroom and had quickly anticipated his company. 
“Yes, you may come in, Tae,” you call back, beginning to stand from your vanity, fully dressed as Lisa pulls open the door for Taehyung to step in and gasp at your appearance. 
“Wow! Noona! I always thought you were pretty but now you’re even prettier! You’re the prettiest person in the whole world!” he grins, running up to you with his arms wide open to which you bend down and meet him in an embrace. 
“Thank you Tae, you look very handsome in your new attire too, very dashing,” Taehyung was dressed in black fitted trousers and a white button up with embroidered embellishments at the cuffs and collar. Around his neck and fitted through his collar hung a simple gold chain connected to a black cape with the same golden embellishments as seen on his shirt. And, for once, his hair was a neat mess of bouncy curls rather than a messy nest for birds to lay their eggs in.  
“Thank you Noona!” you giggle when he steps back and strikes a manly pose for you, his face proud and happy. Lisa, Rosé, Jennie and JIsoo look on at your interaction with Taehyung, all smiling in content at serving under such a kind-hearted and loving person.  
“We were so right to take on this job,” Lisa whispers to Jisoo, who nods. 
“Forget being a noble lady,” Jisoo states spitefully.
“It’s too boring,” Rosé agrees.
“At least we can dress up and serve someone nice instead of those other noble snobs,” Jennie grins. All four were noble ladies themselves who volunteered to serve as ladies in waiting, others had volunteered for the job too but only they were chosen. 
Typically a Queen has eight ladies in waiting but you had expressed your need for only half if not one to serve under you, which peaked their interest. From the noble ladies they were always surrounded by at sourires, balls and galas, many bragged about taking advantage of the opportunity for power when given the chance to be queen, so confident in their noble blood. 
As soon as the once despised prince turned his image around and became an admirable king, who needed to marry, many noble ladies and their fathers rushed for the chance to curry favour with noble officials and members of the council to be picked as a queen candidate but were all rejected. None were given an explanation but being selected to be ladies in waiting was a new development when the four originally volunteered to become palace maids as was custom for noble ladies and gentlemen who wanted to gain connections for greater power and business or to escape noble obligations as a main perk of becoming palace maids meant arranged marriages becoming null.
You are a breath of fresh air from most noble ladies out there seeking to become queen. The four can’t wait for your debut into noble society as the new queen. They can’t wait to see all other noble ladies’ jaws drop at the sight of you because, not only were you incredibly beautiful but you were such a warm and kind person, of course you’ll only become even more beautiful in others’ eyes from that. For now they will stay patient and support you in every which way they can as your devoted ladies in waiting.    
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“Postponing the ceremony?” The retired king exclaimed in bewilderment. It was unheard of. He should be used to his son’s unexpected ways after having tripped up his expectations over and over again but this was too much, “You understand what that entails, don’t you?”
“Father there is no need to fret, despite the war still being fresh, Seoul is at its most peaceful right now, everyone is striving to achieve normalcy once again and our newly established borders are being guarded far more stringently than ever before...” silence. Jungkook knows his father is contemplating his decision, all he needs is one more push, “and besides, didn’t you crown me because you were confident in my capabilities as King?”
It took another momentary beat of silence before Jungkook’s father huffed a chuckle and leaned back in his deep chair. His son was right in all aspects, hence his secondary contemplation on ending the monitoring of his son’s royal duties. Jungkook had proven himself worthy enough in the war, resulting in his crowning - he should finally let his son be to do as he so wishes.
“Very well, I trust you...” the father and son smiled in mutual respect and understanding of each other, “now get out of my chambers, this old man doesn’t want the King visiting him any more from now on, unless it’s to visit as his son,” as a wide grin stretched across Jungkook’s face, his father gave him one more word of advice, “now go and inform your future queen of this new establishment. This very much involves her too so she should be well-informed of this substantial decision,”
“Right away, father,” and with a quick look of acknowledgement, Jungkook left his father’s chambers and sought after you. Referring to the time, he’s pretty sure you’ll be alone in the library practising your reading with Taehyung. 
Just as you had told him that morning, he found you in the Royal Library, books piled up around you as Taehyung’s footsteps echo in the background, climbing ladders and exploring long book-filled corridors, his awes of wonder and interest fostering an amiable environment in the usually stiff and sombre room of knowledge that was Royal Palace Library. 
“Jungkook,” you smile at the sight of the man you love so much, looking up to instantly lock eyes with him as he enters through the large oak doors. He was as handsome as ever despite his more casual attire of dress pants, shoes, a silk sash wrapped tightly around his slim waist and a white shirt, long sleeves rolled up to his forearms and with a v-neck so deep it had to be loosely laced up with a thick thread.
“I see that you are hard at work,” he praises, eliciting a flustered expression. Your tutoring had just begun and you were only just catching your bearings with the boat-load of information being pushed onto you.  
“I-It’s still hard for me to read passages out loud without breaking up here and there; I’m better at reading in my head,”
“That’s alright, I believe in you,” Jungkook had finally reached your side and leaned down to press a kiss on your temple. He then pulls away to lean against your work table with his hands bracing himself against the edge of the table, accentuating his veins and muscles. If his kiss didn’t distract you so much, his toned arms would have. 
“Thank you,” you sigh dreamily at the gentle touch of his lips but quickly shake yourself out of your daze, shouldn’t he have a lot of things to do right now? You wouldn’t want to stall him in his work. 
Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook quickly reassures you, “It’s alright, I’m on a break and I also have something very important to tell you,”
“What is it?” Jungkook waits until you’ve bookmarked your place and set your book aside before taking your hand in his leaning forward ever so slightly in order to do so. He allows himself a moment to admire your beautiful hand, tracing his thumb over your supple skin and without a single thought, he brings your knuckles to his lips for a kiss, noting a soft but lingering floral scent - kissing your hand has become such an addictive habit of his, he loves kissing your sweet skin. No matter what, you always smell like the flowers you used to take care of. 
“Were you in the garden earlier?” Despite his soft tone, you avoid his eyes when answering as if being accused of a criminal act. 
“The flowers were just so lovely, I couldn’t help myself,”
Jungkook laughs and kisses you, his hand on your cheek deepening the intimate embrace. He really can’t seem to keep his lips off you whenever you’re together, you’ve found, though you’re not going to complain, “I’m glad you enjoy it there as much as I do,”
“Well...what did you want to tell me?” you ask to distract yourself from getting all the more sheepish.
“It’s about a very important ceremony that I’m choosing to postpone,” this makes you tilt your head in confusion. In your journey to becoming the future queen, you’ve had to read many books on the history and noble culture of the kingdom, which includes the many ceremonies that were held for certain events. You wanted to enquire further but didn’t know if you should or not. Your curious look, however, did all the talking for you, “I’ve decided to postpone the Knight Oath ceremony,”
“Wh-what?” That's definitely a ceremony you’ve read about, especially because it’s one of the most important few.
“You’ve learned about that ceremony already?”
“Yes, o-of course, it’s very important for the safety of the royal family, after all,” you emphasise. 
“You’re so smart,” he praises, ignoring your look of concern. 
“Jungkook, this is serious,”
“I know I know but tell me how much you’ve learned,” he winks at you, leaning back to look down at and crosses his arms as if he were a tutor quizzing you, “let me know how much you’ve learned so far, my beautiful rose~” his sweet voice drawls seductively at the nickname and has your heart racing in seconds. How does he expect you to answer his question when he’s being so flirty?! “Go on...”
First, you clear your throat, look away and take a deep breath…now, you think you can answer him, “To start with, there are two current knight factions even though there used to be more.” For a moment, you glance at Jungkook and gain confidence from his approving nod before continuing more positively, “One serves only the current King and is composed of very specialised knights with a high level of skill. The second faction is greater in number so, although some are very skilled, most are average at best. Their sole purpose is to serve the people of the Kingdom and those higher up, dispatch squadrons for expeditions to the border or to patrol a highly dangerous area. Umm…” you pause for thought, not knowing what to say next. 
“Because their numbers are so large, naturally, there are different rankings, no?” Jungkook continues, making you nod along as you begin to remember what to say next. 
“Yes yes! Umm, there’s Rank C for those that are still learning the ropes and are undergoing training. Rank B is for the knights who have graduated from C and are given more responsibilities as well as trust in caring for the people and maintaining peace throughout the kingdom. Rank A is for the elites, the heads of the squadrons spread out across the kingdom, they manage funds, assignments and reports that need to be looked over by the King on a monthly and yearly basis,”
“And how do knights acquire an A ranking?”
“Don’t they have to go through a test of some sort?” you ponder. 
“Yes, and?”
“After passing the test, they undergo special training that typically lasts half to almost a full year,” you’re back in the flow again and continue without much more prompting, “when they achieve their rank A medal, they gain a lot of authority and respect, this allows them the ability to access certain places within the Palace, such as the inner palace if they so wish. That is, apart from a few restrictive hours, of course. The Kings faction is overlooked by Sir Min Yoongi whereas the Kingdom’s knight faction is managed by Sir Kim Namjoon,”
“That is correct. Both are capable of managing either faction, however, Commander Kim is adamant at serving the people, if not, he would have very easily qualified as the King’s personal aide. Commander Min just took on the faction that was left. He seems to regret it though,” Jungkook chuckles, “he’s always complaining about how the knights aren’t good enough when it’s him that exceeds all qualifications and so do his standards,” you both giggle at the thought, “Doesn’t each faction have a symbol, love?”
“Oh, yes! The King’s faction is symbolised by a Lion whilst the Kingdom’s faction is symbolised by a Wolf.”
“Now...about that ceremony,”
You gain a look of worry, “that’s right, why are you postponing it? And for how long? The ceremony happens when a new King takes the throne and a new faction of specialised Knights are selected by him to swear their oath of loyalty,”
“Very good,”
It was tradition for when a new King takes over the throne, the knights that can qualify as Rank A can choose to partake in another test, where they compete against one another in front of the new King and, from that, the new King chooses his new faction of knights. The faction that has sworn their oath of loyalty to the old King cannot swear a new oath as only one oath can be made in a Knight’s life and that same oath will continue to be served until the end of their days. It may sound miserable but it’s all about a knight’s honour and none are happier than fulfilling their sworn oath. This is why it’s so important that the Knight's Oath ceremony is held or else it leaves the King vulnerable to assassination attempts. That alone, makes your heart stutter to an almost complete stop. 
“Why would you dare put yourself in such danger, Jungkook?” your mind wanders to the recent war and its repercussions on his safety for being the one to win and end it.
“I’ll be fine, it’s you that I’m worried about, my love,” Jungkook lets his worries show through with the furrowing of his brows as he moves to sit beside you once again, “I accept you as my Queen but many nobles who want their daughters to marry me and become royalty will have differing opinions. Instead, I plan on secretly creating a new faction of knights, they are to serve only you,”
You couldn’t believe your ears, “Me?...”
“Yes. The preparations for the ceremony will take some time after I have fully announced my decision so we have some waiting to do. I also play for their symbol be that of an Iris,”
“Why an Iris?”
“It was a flower that my mum associated with my Dad but my father and I both agreed that it always purely encompassed her, the perfect queen. It represents faith, wisdom, hope and valour, just like you. You had faith in me when no one else did, you enriched me with the wisdom and kindness I could never seem to obtain despite my privilege of being born a prince, you gave me hope for a better future and you are far more valourous than I could ever be; taking on this Queen training for when I took you away from where you grew up, I can’t imagine how fearful and anxious you must be but I want to tell you that you are doing amazing, so so amazing, my love,” you don’t know why but you began to tear up. It hadn’t been but a few weeks and, despite all Jungkook’s efforts to make you comfortable, it didn’t take away how hard this all was on you. It was stressful and so overwhelming. At least, you had Jungkook and Taehyung by your side, without them, you would have fallen apart already. 
“Thank you...” you whispered.
Jungkook leans forward enough for your noses to touch and holds your face in both of his hands, it’s so intimate and loving as he whispers only for you to hear, “anything for my Queen...”
And he meant every word. It was all too quick of a transition and demanded too much of a person to speed through queen training without the knowledge of being a noble but Jungkook was at a bind, he may be the King but the uncertainty of his people and worries of his council were a heavy weight he couldn’t ignore nor sweep aside so easily. As a result, there was a lot of pressure on you to do well, quickly and Jungkook always felt guilty for putting you in such a difficult place, however, it made him strive towards doing his job as King better. In a sense you were each others’ motivation to achieve good things, all with the same goal; to be able to stand proudly at each other’s side. 
Jungkook believes only a true and valiant king is worthy of your love. Likewise, you believe that only a grand and illustrious queen is worthy of him.  
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Many times, Jungkook reassured you that you could take your time learning all these new things. Being introduced to the world of nobility and being forced to undergo such a strict and rigorous studying regime that noble ladies usually begin at the age of eight, was a heavy burden. You weren’t going to be convinced otherwise, however, Jungkook was an amazing King so you had to become just as amazing in order to competently stand beside him on the throne. It was a big responsibility that you decided to take on and you were going to follow it through to the very end; if your parents had ever taught you anything it was to follow your heart and finish what you started with everything you’ve got so that you don’t live with any regrets moving forward. 
“My lady, it’s best for you to sleep now so that you may be able to rise with the birds tomorrow,” Jennie speaks up with a look of worry etched across her sweet face, she, along with the rest of your ladies in waiting - Lisa, Jisoo and Rosé - were stood a few steps away from your writing desk as you burn candle after candle reading and revising the passages in your assigned books for the week, each of them worried for your wellbeing but all had pride swell deep within their chests at your studious and determined manner. You hadn’t begun official queen training yet as you had to get accustomed to the basics first, however, you were treating your current studies as if they were the real thing and they couldn’t be any more proud or happy for you. 
“Oh…” you look up to gaze at the clock, “I apologise ladies, you may head on to bed now, you must be very tired,” standing up, you stretch your tired arms and turn to face them. You watch as they exchange looks of apprehension and smile warmly at their fretting, “don’t worry, I promise that I will also head off to bed, thank you for your concern,” at your reassurance, they smile and bow simultaneously before setting out to help you prepare for bed. As soon as you were tucked under the covers, you were out like a light and in a deep slumber, leaving the ladies to quietly tiptoe out of your room by themselves. 
Not long after your chamber doors were shut and your ladies in waiting had made it into their own rooms for the night, Jungkook finally made it to your door. He had more to do today than anticipated and had made it over later than usual. It had become a ritual for him to sleep in your room, at your palace for the night even though it was heavily looked down upon by noble society and his council, nevertheless, he didn’t care; he had five long years to make up for, after all. 
“(Y/N), my love are you still awake?” Jungkook gently knocks and waits but receives no response. Nonetheless, he sneaks in anyway and sighs softly at your slumbering figure, he takes a moment to observe your busy desk of books and papers and pens. You’re working so hard, it’s inspiring and very cute but…he steps up to stand beside you and looks down at the restless expression on your face. Despite being asleep, you were still somewhat wakeful. Something needed to be done and…Jungkook just might know what to do. Thankfully, he anticipated the circumstance and started preparing sooner rather than later. 
Approaching your third month of tutelage means gradually advancing into your official Queen studies, you deserve a break after all that rigorous cramming on the basics. Your tutors predicted 6 months of studies to be sufficient for your general knowledge but you were already proving them wrong with your erudite manner and speed through content across various subjects. You prove to be much more promising than anticipated and they were excited to have such an enthusiastic student to nurture with their knowledge. Each tutor was a master of their craft so they all appreciated your enthusiasm to learn. 
Despite this great news, Jungkook worries for your wellbeing. Progressing so swiftly but thoroughly through content mustn’t be good for your mind.
Taking off his shoes and shirt, Jungkook nestles into the sheets beside you and pulls you close. He tucks your nose into his collar and smiles as he feels you cuddle in closer and sigh contentedly from his warmth. So cute…you’re so very cute and he wants to kiss you so badly but you’re tired and need a good amount of rest before your busy day begins again in the morning. Jungkook settles for kissing your forehead with a feather’s touch before slipping into a dreamless sleep himself. 
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A tender caress; a familiar scent; a sweet warmth and a weighted comfort. It isn’t the golden embellishments, meticulously polished surfaces or the opulent furnishings that made you feel lavish; all the riches in the world could never measure up to the precious feeling it brought you to wake up in the arms of your love. Despite him sleeping over in your chambers regularly, it never took away that loving feeling you feel every time you wake up to him beside you. 
Bathing peacefully beneath the warm touch of golden sunbeams, the king slumbers on before you. He is reduced to a vulnerable, soft cub, coddled by your embrace and layers of cotton sheets. There isn’t a singular line of burden to trace along his brows nor is there evident anxiety tensing up his muscular, naked shoulders. It’s an image you will treasure for the rest of your years. Rather than the oppressing responsibilities weighing on his back and taxing his health, you wish that he forever slumbers in serenity.
And yet… selfish greed swells up from a bottomless pit of ravenous emotions housed deep in your heart. Unsatisfied and aggravated, clawing out for a modicum relief.
‘Wake up,’ the cavernous depths of your mind beg greedily, ‘look at me,’ you crave being ensnared by his beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that hold the comfort of the world to you, eyes that have the ability to strike a thrilling excitement but also affectionate ease deep in your heart.  You almost claw at his bare and chiselled chest from the crippling desperation of your want- your need to drown in his amorous gaze. Gone was your exhaustion from the previous day as it is swamped by your burning desires. 
As if hearing your silent plea, it isn’t long before you’re greeted by the sweet, chocolate pools you adore so much. The instant they connect with your loving stare and register the velvet threading of your dexterous fingers through his unkempt mop of hair, they scrunch up into an adorable smile.
“Good morning,” you whisper with all the love you could muster and kiss his slightly chapped lips. Still sluggish with sleep, his doe eyes disappear once more with an endearing scrunch before he dives to bury his face into your collarbone, pushing you onto your back and eliciting a giggle from your plush lips.
“Mmmm~” he moans roughly into your exposed skin, laying half of himself on top of you, unable to hold himself up out of pure laziness and his want to always be touching, “I love that sound…” he whispers the sentiment into the delicate space between your collarbones before placing a tender kiss onto your sweet skin as if to seal the loving words into your softness.
“What sound?” Does he mean your voice?
“You’re cute giggles,” the statement makes him giggle with you once more, both of your hearts sprouting wings of flight and making your chest feel weightless, “I love waking up to you,” he whispers, somewhat, belligerent.
“Jungkook…” you warn gently but with a hint of humour; you share the feeling but the rule was to not sleep in the same room until you were finally married, all in a pointless effort to prevent rumours amongst the serving royal staff.
“They can’t keep me away,” he continues to pepper kisses up and down the sensitive column of your neck, sometimes daring to dive lower and lower until his lips brush the forbidden line tracing the plush cushiness of your chest, modestly clothed by the trimmings of your flowy nightgown, “never…not from you,” staring down at him with your skin ablaze at the erotic snarl in his words, your eyes widen at the heated gaze he’s already trapping you under, his strong hands on your waist pulling you into his figure and locking you there, eating you up mercilessly with his eyes. If it wasn’t with his stare, it would be with his abundance of kisses, like a hard candy melting onto your tongue, Jungkook wants to melt and consume you with his lips, “I Am The King!” his hold on you begins to shake and his strong figure crumbles, “And yet! They demand I stay away when I can finally have you all to myself and away from all those devious lessons and evil paperwork,” he laments and shudders at the mention of the greatest evil keeping you two apart, endless paperwork and your lessons.
“There there~…” you coo softly, assuring him the way you would your little brother, “you know it’s only a precaution,” he grumbles childishly at your statement, burying his face into your neck once more, as if shielding himself from the reality he doesn’t want to face, “and besides…” he looks up and you both grin cheekily, “no one’s said anything about you sneaking into my bed to sleep so far,”       
“The staff already adore you,” Jungkook muses, “I knew you’d make a brilliant queen,”
“I’m not a queen yet,”
“But you will undoubtedly be a phenomenal one, and you'll be all mine,” Jungkook moves up and tucks your face into his firm chest, one arm circling your shoulder to press you close as his other hand gently holds the back of your head, it’s an intimate cradle that has you sighing in content, “not two months into your general studies and you’ve learned all the basics already, that's such fast progress,” your heart sings at the praise and you have to bite your lip to humble your beaming smile. It doesn’t work half as effectively as when you resort to pressing your face into Jungkook’s chest, however, “you’re so smart, you're so amazing...you're so perfect,”
There’s nothing for you to say; you know Jungkook knows how grateful you are for him and words aren’t enough to express it. Instead, you lean down and initiate a kiss, opaque with love and fathomless with gratitude. To think you were so blessed after having experienced paralysing tragedies so early on in your life.
You are grateful to Jungkook for many things but the most you are grateful for is his unconditional love.
Soon enough, Jungkook had to leave for his royal duties that morning and your ladies in waiting pretended not to see anything. Once he was gone, they entered your room and got you dressed for your morning lessons, leading you to now, where you are revising the material outside under the afternoon sun with Taehyung playing around in the garden. Some staff stood by to assist where they were needed and kept a close eye on your little brother, especially if he got close to the pond. 
“Would you like some more tea, my lady?” Jisoo asks upon seeing your empty cup.
“Yes please,” she nods and refills your cup beside, “thank you, Jisoo,” she bows gently and steps back to stand with the others. You sip the tea for a small break and turn to look at Taehyung crouched down beside a bed of flowers as Hoseok stood beside him. Listening closely, you were able to pick up their conversation.
“You seem more lethargic than usual, young master,” Hoseok pipes up, “whatever is the matter?”
“What does leather-gic mean, Hoseok?” 
“Lethargic means tired, young master,” the red head explains, “now, what’s wrong so that we may fix it?”
“Oh…” Taehyung registers the explanation and sighs at being acknowledged as acting differently. He didn’t want to arouse any suspicion or concern over his well being because that would make you worry and you were already really stressed over your studies, he is undergoing his own studies as well but he can tell that his isn’t as intense as yours; you always have books and papers and notes piled up around you, it’s never ending and very unlike how you only used to be surrounded by flowers at the shop. Maybe that’s why you try to study in the garden as much as possible since the scenery and affluent arrangement of flora is somewhat familiar to you, Taehyung feels the same way, “it’s okay Hoseok-hyung, I’m alright,” Taehyung grins in an attempt to reassure the butler but quickly turns back to take a close look at the flowers before him, hoping that the red-head doesn’t see the falter in his smile. 
In the beginning, getting to explore the palace, running around freely in such a pretty and expansive garden and getting to eat a lot of yummy foods was a lot of fun but all those things didn’t take away the strange, upsetting feeling festering inside Taehyung of having to get used to a new environment, a new routine and new people surrounding him. Everyone was always nice but that was only because they had to serve him; he doesn’t have a singular true friend. 
“Now we both know that’s not true, young master…” Hoseok points out but is only met with silence. Taehyung refuses to say another word or turn to look up at the butler, he knows he’s being rude but being forced to face what he was desperately trying to suppress made familiar faces flash in his mind and an aching feeling overwhelms his chest. He misses them so much. It’s so lonely without them around, even though he has his noona beside him. As his eyes begin to water, Hoseok surprises him with a seemingly innocuous comment, “though, I’m sure you won’t feel so saddened for long, his highness has prepared something very special for you and his lady,” Taehyung finally looks up at the red-head but upon doing so is tackled to the ground. 
“You’re it, Tae!” as quickly as the voice of his very best friend rings in his ears, Jimin is just as quickly bolting away, leaving Taehyung to lean up on his elbows from his fall, “Are you gonna catch me or not?!” 
“Jimin!” Taehyung laughs with a wide grin, his tears of loneliness instantly being blinked away and replaced by tears of immense joy and relief. His best friend was here! 
“Come on already Tae!” Jimin stops running away to address his friend, hands on his hips with his feet wide apart, “You’re already bad at hide and seek, you can’t be bad at tag too!” 
“Oh yeah?! Watch!” Taehyung leaps onto his feet and twice the amount of laughter fills the air of the lush and sparkling garden. 
Staring in awe at the scene, your heart aches in happiness for your brother. So distracted by your studies and lessons, you must have neglected his own mental wellbeing. He must have been so lonely and sad and scared. What a relief it is to have Jimin visit him so suddenly and with such a bright smile too. You don’t know if you should be happy for your little brother or beg on your knees with apologies spilling from your lips because you were being such a horrible older sister. Swamped with emotions, you didn’t register the steady steps approaching you with the turning of wheels accompanying them. 
“I know what you’re thinking with that watery look in your eyes and I’m here to tell you to stop that right now!” a familiar, scolding voice speaks up beside you and you turn to see Jin dressed in a chef uniform, “You’re a great older sister to Taehyung and that’s why he didn’t want you to worry about him, now…” he turns to pick up a tray from the push cart beside him and offers it to you as you continue to stare in shock at his figure, “I’ve baked all your favourites so eat up!” he’s grinning from ear to ear at you and your own eyes water even more. Wordlessly, you take one of your favourite desserts from his offered tray and bite into it as your tears finally spill over to trail down your cheeks. 
“They’re as yummy as always,” you muse in between shy hiccups, trying your best to hold back your tears of joy and relief. Smiling warmly at you, Jin leans down and pulls you into a long, tight embrace. You savour his warmth and familiar scent of bread and sweet treats. Not only did you neglect Taehyung’s loneliness but your own too. How could you become a good queen from this, you almost laugh at yourself as you happily give Jin a squeeze of comfort. He’s really here! You’re so grateful but how…
Catching a glimpse over his broad shoulder, your blurred vision picks up Jungkook’s figure beside a garden statue. Blinking, your vision clears up and you watch Jungkook smiling at the scene before him. This must be his doing…
You give Jin another squeeze and mouth the words ‘thank you’ over his shoulder at Jungkook, who simply bows. 
On his lips, he mouths back, ‘Anything for my Queen’.
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Mutual Help | #57
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
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When you truly think about it, you've probably let Jungkook in in more ways than one. Being in his presence is tempting. He is a temptation that messes up with your head. It is one of the reasons why you think the so-called break has been a smart decision. But he's not all that. He is still the same Jungkook whose presence is comforting. It's times like these when you're reminded of how much you love your friends. 
Catching up with him and talking about how the day has been for each of you, isn't something new. There's not that much that has changed. You only stopped fucking each others brains out. Though, you hate how much you already miss it. And you shouldn't feel like this. But you also don't want to overthink anything, or keep your mind busy with something that's probably better not to think about. 
Your dreams have been wild, the only time where you actually go back to how things were. Not all of them though. Maybe two or three since the camping trip and your decision. 
Despite the inner struggles, Jungkook is your comfort person. Oddly enough, even though he's in the center of your thoughts, he brings you the biggest peace and comfort. 
Tonight wasn't planned.
Luckily, you're always prepared when it comes to unplanned visits. All three of them love to surprise you (not that you mind), so your cupboard is never without at least one bottle of wine. Not being a much of a drinker yourself on casual evenings, you still suggest having a glass or two. 
Jungkook agrees. After reminding you of him having to drive back home, you suggest him staying over. He agrees again. Maybe him staying overnight might not be the best for your hormones, you are forced to believe in yourself. Isn't this the whole purpose of this? To go back to just being friends, the ones you've been two years ago?
When you think about those times, you think of happiness. Surrounded by the greatest friends you could've ever asked for. 
“Mind opening it?” 
Jungkook looks up, finding you standing in your kitchen with a bottle of wine in your hand, a wine opener in the other. Standing up, he goes to help you without any words but there's a slight amused smirk on his lips when you hand him everything. 
You share a look, not forgetting to playfully roll your eyes at him. 
“So many bottles of wine and still can't open any of them.” he teases you, hinting at all the wine one of them had to open.
“Listen,” you muse, “You guys always whine about wanting to drink wine.”
“That's not true,” he laughs, knowing that he's bluffing. “We would drink anything.” he adds, which holds some truth to it for sure. 
Feigning irritation, you motion for him to hurry. You watch him attentively, leaning yourself against a kitchen counter while he puts those muscles to work. He cuts the foil below the lower lip of the bottle, showing you how easy it is with a teasing tilt to his brow. Trying to hold back your laugh, you purse your lips instead before he inserts the screw in the center of the cork. He rotates it a few times, you're not sure because his eyes are on you.
“You're so cocky.” you comment, his brows shooting up as he lets out an audible laugh. 
“What? I am not,” he argues, laughing. “You're just too amusing to look at.”
He levers cork, at least he tries to because it seems to be stuck. It's going harder than usual, which you can tell from all the times you had the opportunity to see a similar scene. His brows furrow and lips press into a thin line. 
You cackle, “Maybe you got too cocky, buddy.”
“Shut up.” he mutters, his muscles bulging as a pop sound resounds, signaling the cork is levered successfully. 
Maybe not so much, because in a seconds the wine spills around Jungkook, staining his shirt as well. You gasp, a hand over your mouth as you two share a look. Bursting out laughing, you shake your head. 
“What did I say, too cocky.”
“Would you do it better?” he challenges, causing your grin to drop as your eyes narrow.
He puts the bottle down, the wine opener already in your sink as you grab a few kitchen paper towels and dry off all the spilled wine. Luckily, it's just a few droplets and no disaster is made. However, Jungkook's shirt has suffered the most. His entire white shirt is filled with dark red spots, turning purple from the wine's color. 
He sighs in a slight annoyance, easily grabbing the back of his shirt as he effortlessly pulls it over his head. Almost choking on your spit, you try to not react too much as you quickly throw away the wet paper into the bin. But you straighten yourself too quickly, almost bumping into Jungkook's chest as you stare wide-eyed at him. He looks down on you, confused by your almost panic-struck face. 
“What? Already too nervous at the sight of my chest?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You purse your lips, trying to play it cool as you chuckle. “You got naked all of a sudden. You just caught me off guard.”
“Is this me naked?” he laughs, “Come on.”
“You know what I meant.” you say through clenched teeth, poking him in his stomach, ignoring how hard it feels. “Besides,” you start, gulping. “Break, remember?” 
“I just took my shirt off,” he laughs, throwing his head back as you're met with his soft dimples and white toothy grin. “You never minded it before.”
“I never fucked you before, did I?” You lean yourself against the counter once again, hand gripping the edge of it tightly. 
Jungkook notices it, his amusement not so hidden behind the little twitch of his lips. Eyes back on you, they dance across your soft and slightly panicked features. “Am I that irresistible?”
“Cocky again?” you shoot right back, not giving him that pleasure of confirming his thoughts and feeding his ego. But he knows. One look at you and he seems to know it all. 
You make a mistake by allowing your eyes to drop, first at his lips and they disobediently trace down his chest, muscles and then the deep V-line. Oh fuck, you want this man . You mentally scream at yourself and throw hands, definitely disappointed in yourself. He's barely doing anything and you're ready to drop down on your knees.
“What's the point of taking a break, if we can't control ourselves?” you ask out loud, not quite sure if those words are only aimed at Jungkook, or you're letting your consciousness speak out loud. 
He watches you for a moment, getting closer and you stumble back, awkwardly getting back to your previous spot as he tries to hold back a laugh. It's not your fault your body is reacting! And your mind panicked. 
“Don't know about you, but I can control myself.” he says.
“You can?” you ponder.
“Mhm,” he nods, “Otherwise I would kiss you by now.”
“Kook!” you exclaim, already panting at those words as he gives you a smile. You don't look long enough to detect what kind.
“I would.” He's not ashamed to admit it. 
You watch him wet his lips. They look inviting. Automatically, your mind replays many times you've got to taste them, actually more than that. Your entire body feels hot, too hot in this small kitchen and you don't know whether to scream or cry.
“Break, remember?” he reminds you, a smirk dancing all over those damn lips and stunning features. He brushes past you, the stained shirt gripped in his hold as he makes his way to your bathroom.
You don't move. You can't.
All you muster to do is gulp all the saliva that have collected in your mouth, touching your hot cheeks with the back of your hand. Letting out a loud exhale, you ignore your strong heartbeat that feels like it's in your neck.
Quickly grabbing the two glasses for you and him, you ignore the sharp ringing sound. Suddenly, you're desperate for the wine – very happy about your friends insisting to have one at your place at all times. 
Perhaps, wine is not what you're desperate for at all.  
This is exactly what you were talking about.
Among all the things that are going against the morality of any friendship, thinking of Jungkook a certain way feels forbidden. And it should be. Maybe it is a little dramatic because it's not like you spend every minute of your day, thirsting over your best friend. But you've caught yourself thinking of him a few times a day. 
Just a few days after you came back from the trip, Maya visited your place for the first time. In fact, she sat on the exact spot where Jungkook is sitting right now. At first, you never felt like bothering her with your stupid shit, especially when she's in the middle of planning her wedding while working every day like a normal human being. 
But you couldn't take it. 
You wanted to take things off your mind, undoubtedly connected to only one person who's closest to you. Now in more ways than two years ago. 
However, you did want to get things off your chest as well and eventually, you've found your way back to him.
“I think I made a bad decision.” you told her when the topic Jungkook started.
Now, Maya might be the person who absolutely understands the craving and temptation he brings inside you, but she has also become your best friend whom you can share your inner battles with. 
“I shouldn't feel this way.”
“First of all, I think it might be a good decision to stop thinking of what should and shouldn't feel right. You're overthinking it.” she told you, ignoring your slightly offended look you sent her way. 
“He's my best friend.” you gritted through your teeth, suddenly growing overwhelmed with those thoughts again.
Deep down, you know you made the right decision. You know the reason why you made it in the first place. Yet, here you are, regretting it.
“Y/N, honey,” Maya's silky and comforting voice caught your attention. She angled her body toward you, leaning her head against her palm. “That feeling of… wanting him is not gonna go away with a snap of fingers.”
You frowned. You frowned for a while while she let you ponder in silence.
“I did it so we could focus on being friends. No intimacy.” you almost whispered, nibbling on your bottom lip. 
“And it's okay still wanting him to bend you over and fuck you.”
“Maya!”
You both laughed, the girly laugher filling your once quiet and sad place.
“It's okay to have regrets. Just go with the flow.”
That's the last thing she advised you before you asked her about the wedding. She advised you something you and Jungkook did – and look where it brought you.
Luckily for your sake, Jungkook has had a shirt in one of your drawers, the result of him staying at your old place a few times. Actually, you're sure there are a few Taehyung's things in one of your drawers as well.
Gulping down your nerves with your wine, you naturally grow warm and relaxed. You barely pay any attention to the movie, focusing on how Jungkook's shoulder and side of his body feels… nice. You tend to get sleepy and cuddly (among other things) when tipsy. You're on your third glass of wine, nowhere near drunk but the exhaustion of today has caught up to you. 
Jungkook's legs are outstretched, resting on your coffee table which you used to scold him for. Even though you often caught yourself doing the very same thing. Is it fair to scold someone for things you do as well?  
“Kook?” 
“Hm?” The soft, yet husky hum resounds from the man beside you, his hands resting on his stomach. 
“What do you think about… the break ?” You cringe at giving it a proper name.
Though, Jungkook understands what you mean. He's quiet for a moment and when you lift your head up, you see his confused expression before his eyes settle down on you.
“Because you never told me what you think.”
Staring at him, you notice his hair is longer than the last time you've seen him. It's not been that long ago, yet you notice the small change. You wonder if he's going to grow it out like last time. 
“Why you asking? Already regretting it, hm?” he teases, nudging you a little as your cheeks heat up. 
“What? No!” It sounds like a proper lie and your throat tightens. 
Whether Jungkook knows it or not, he decides not to tease you any further as his eyes focus on the screen of your television once again. 
“I don't know what I think of it,” he responds after a while. “You told me the reason behind it and I respect it.”
“But do you agree with it?”
“Where is this coming from?” he frowns, though it's soft and confusing, just like your little and sudden integration is. 
“Can you just answer?” you ask in annoyance. 
“Yeah, I agree with it.” He says, “Maybe we got carried away too much.”
He leans forward, causing your head no longer leaning against him as he grabs his glass of wine and takes a few sips of it before getting back to his previous position. This time, you're watching him attentively. Your head leaned against the couch while the movie goes completely ignored. You watch the dark liquid in his glass, swirling it around.
Did you get carried away too much? 
The only thing that changed was the fact you were having sex. Okay . Plus the never-ending thirst and temptation. Jungkook has shown you a different side of sex, something you've never experienced before. Perhaps, that's the reason why it felt so hard to let go. 
And you panicked. With the events that happened lately, you felt like you wanted to go back to when none of this happened. But were your arguments happening because you were having sex? 
“Do you miss it?”
Jungkook's brows lift up as you earn another glance from him. “You asking me if I miss fucking you?”
Your face gets hot all over again. “When you put it like this…”
He chuckles, leaning his head back as he stares at the ceiling. “It's been like a week.” he informs you.
As if you don't know. And what a week it has been! 
You're just curious, blaming it on the wine because your thoughts are set free.
“I hope you know that when I look at you, sex isn't what I see.”
You look at him, ears perked up in attention as your heart flutters. “I know.” you whisper.
“I'm not Taehyung. I can go without sex.” he says, a loud snort rippling through your throat as you cover your mouth. He gives you an amused grin. 
A silence follows and your thoughts work. Actually, they never stopped and now the alcohol inside you just urges them on. 
“I had a sex dream of you.” 
Completely oblivious of Jungkook taking another sip, he chokes on the dark liquid as he straightens himself from his position, gulping before coughing. “Jesus, Y/N.”
You give him an amused grin. “It was hazy. It didn't feel like a proper dream, you know what I mean? I feel like I had five dreams that night.”
It's true. You had a dream with him. It was very brief, much to your disappointment it ended too soon.
“This makes me sound like I'm thinking with my dick only.”
“You have no dick, Y/N.” Jungkook reminds you, snickering. 
“You know what I mean.” you mutter in response. 
Jungkook settles down his wine. He's a little surprised to see you sitting up, watching him attentively as he leans back. “What?”
“Nothing, you look good.”
For the second time tonight, Jungkook almost chokes on his spit. Shaking himself out of the sudden shock, he clears his throat. “Are you flirting with me?”
“No,” you say like it's the clearest thing in the world. “Just saying.”
He frowns, eyeing you suspiciously. As if he can't quite figure out what's going on inside your head. “Are you drunk?”
Jungkook knows you and your limits. You're a little tipsy, so is he but you definitely seem to show it more than he is. 
“No.” 
You sigh, sitting onto your heels before briefly tracing the veins that adore Jungkook's hands and arms. Is it June night or has it suddenly gotten too warm?  
Jungkook catches you eyeing him, trying to hide his subtle smirk. He knows. “Break, remember?” 
“Mhm,” you hum, completely ignoring the little reminder. “What a stupid idea.”
“Okay, I think you're drunk.”
“No, I am not.” you argue, frowning at him as he watches you in complete amusement. “I've thought about it a lot.”
“Is the wine making you horny?” Jungkook questions. 
No, you do.  
Though, you keep your mouth shut. You ignore him. “I know why I made that decision…” you trail off. 
Jungkook raises his brow, waiting for you to continue. But? It's written all over his face.
“I miss you.”
He stares, blinking a few times. “You mean you miss my–”
“No, no. Maybe. I mean, no. You're not just that to me–” you quickly hurry to explain. 
The problem is, you're not sure how to explain whatever it is you want to say. Whatever you think of pours out of your mouth. Usually you have enough time to think of what you're about to say, but right now you're unhinged. Maybe it's the result of your own frustration.
He is patient. 
He's confused as fuck, well probably – at least you think so because his expression is neutral and he simply watches you, not ushering to explain or elaborate more. 
He watches your eyes dance across the space around him, until your eyes settle on him. Then wander over his body until you shamelessly eye his wet lips, tainted by wine a little. He knows that look. He has seen it on many occasions.
“I'm not drunk, I promise.” you suddenly tell him. “I know I make no sense right now but…”
“Tell me what you want,” he tells you simply. “What's going on inside that pretty head?”
And you almost fold immediately, cursing that mouth of his.
“Trust me, it's not that pretty right now.” you mutter.
He laughs, “I can imagine.”
Ignoring what's that supposed to mean , you shift on your spot. “I know I wanted a break, but what if we did this one last time?”
You hate how nervous you suddenly feel. Is it embarrassing to admit such a thing? The last time you had a sex it wasn't under great conditions. It was mind-blowing and definitely did the work, but still. 
Scooting closer to him, he attentively watches you as you lick your lips. “I mean… There's something I would like to try. And I trust you the most.”
Jungkook pulls his feet off the coffee table, setting them down on the floor as you make your way toward him. He lets you. He even helps you to sit down in his lap. Your hands are sprawled across his chest, slowly caressing the thin material as you feel his muscles under it. 
“You're finally gonna let me fuck this ass?” he asks, eyes hooded lazily as he grabs your ass and squeezes the soft flesh. 
Excitement floods your lower region, what could be considered as butterflies swirl inside your stomach. 
“Fuck no,” you breathe out, “You're not going anywhere near my ass.”
Jungkook pouts, cheeks tinted pink from the wine he has drank. “Shame.”
You giggle, “Just one more time.” you tell softly, inching closer as your lips hover over his. 
He breathes out, nose nudging yours. One thing is sure, alcohol sometimes makes both of you horny. You're not the type to go and look for a potential hook-up out there. And neither is Jungkook. At least you think so.
“You agree?”
“You're making this very hard for me, you know that, right?” Jungkook mutters, lips almost touching yours as his hold on your asscheeks tightens. 
“Why's that?” you hum, teasingly playing with his hair until your fingers caress the nape of his neck. 
“You just do,” he says before adding, “First you want a  break and now you're on my lap, giving me those eyes.”
“What eyes?” you play clueless, causing him to chuckle.
“Those fuck me eyes.”
“You said you wanted to kiss me in the kitchen.”
“I did.” he hums, agreeing. 
“You want this too, right?”
He looks up, lazily, eyes clouded with need and lust. 
Again. He is your comfort place. He is comfortable and being in a position like this – you've got no regrets and you want him. Even if it's for the last time for God knows how long. There's no telling if you're ever going back to hooking-up. Usually, that is the plan when there's a word break involved.
Fuck focusing on your friendship for now. What did Maya say? Go with the flow? 
“Yeah, but I don't want you to regret anything.”
“I'm never gonna regret this.”
You're not sure who moves first. Whether it's you or Jungkook, it doesn't matter. Your lips finally meet in a hard kiss, molding together as he deepens it. He kisses you, hard and needy, and you almost cry at that feeling. Fuck, you really did miss this. Before you can think of how wrong this might be, your want for him, you completely ignore it. Any possible morals are out of the window as you gasp into Jungkook's mouth.
He tastes like wine. You both do.
Eventually, you're forced to pull away to catch a breath. Jungkook's crotch underneath you hardens, informing you that he's aroused just as much as you are.
“What you had in mind?” he asks, voice raspy.
Pulling away with a smile, you turn off the television as you stretch your hand toward him. He watches you, slowly taking it as his big hand envelopes yours. He gets to his feet, his lean and hard body touching your side as you grow impatient. You lead him toward your bedroom, closing the door with a loud thud but not before turning off the lights in your living room. The bills are important, right? 
Jungkook stands at the edge of your bed before you swiftly push him, causing him to sit down with a tiny smirk. Ignoring the smug face, you stand between his legs. 
“Should I be worried?” he asks, hands on your hips as he caresses them. Trying not to swoon too much over that simple action, you pry his hands off you.
“Lay down.”
His brows raise momentarily. 
“I see.” he mutters knowingly. 
“Now.” you urge him, glaring at his smirk widening. “Wait.”
He cocks his brow at you.
“Take off the damn shirt.”
He chuckles, reaching behind him and tugging the shirt over his head. Fuck . Does he have to look attractive even while taking his shirt? God. Fucking hell. You did miss him. 
Tossing the shirt on the floor, he sits there watching you up and down as you just stand there and admire his figure. One he worked hard for, yet it paid off entirely.
Fucking wine.
Before you can demand another thing, he gives you one last look of amusement before he scurries further down your mattress. You watch him lay down, making himself comfortable on your pillows as he leans his upper body against the bed frame. What a sight he is. 
He watches you, silently and attentively, the entire time you get to your closet. You slide the door open, rummaging the bottom of it. His eyes are on you. You feel them on your back, watching your every move. While the fire that sits in the pit of your stomach, full of excitement, you pull out the item you've been looking for. 
Just as you slide the closet door closed and turn around to face him, you see his smirk drop as he stares genuinely taken back. Now it's your turn to smirk as you swirl the fluffy pink handcuffs Taehyung kindly gifted you around your point finger.
“Fuck no.”
The response is immediate. 
You get on the bed, taking the handcuffs with you of course. Jungkook watches you with a frown settled on both his face and lips. You get onto his lap, sitting right on top of his hardening cock. 
“Why not?”
“I'm not getting handcuffed.” he states, eyeing you carefully as you place them beside you and start caressing his naked chest. 
It's clear to say you want to be in control. It's debatable though. Whenever Jungkook has shown his dominant side when it came to sex, you were just as much in control. And you love and enjoy every second of him being in charge. This time, you want to be on top and play with him. Or maybe that sounds wrong. You want to give him pleasure, focus on him. To try something new. 
You get closer to Jungkook, kissing his sharp jaw as he clenches it, watching you carefully but not moving just yet. You're sly. He's reminded of you being a little minx. You continue your path down his neck, kissing his skin as his chest moves, breathing slow and steady. His chest is neck, you pepper the skin with soft kisses just as you stop below the hem of his jeans. 
He bites onto his lower lip harshly, meeting your gaze as you look up through your lashes. 
“Can I take them off?” you ask, talking about his jeans.
“You don't have to ask.”
You grin, reaching for the belt as you undo it. His button and zipper are next before Jungkook helps you to take off his jeans. 
“Just wanna make you feel good,” you tell him, eyeing his hardening and evident erection. “Can I make you feel good?”
“Fuck,” he sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “You wanna be in control, huh?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “What? You think I can't do it?”
His lips twitch. “No, no.” he assures you, though you're not sure if he's telling the truth.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you cup his bulge as you get on your knees, leaning down to his crotch. You palm him, his jaw clenched while you're trying not to moan at the feeling of his hard cock. Just the thought of pulling him out and having him inside you makes you wet. 
Giving him one last look, you momentarily stop before you lean down completely and press a kiss to where his tip is, on top of his briefs. 
“Fucking hell,” he gasps. “You're already teasing me.”
“What? No. I'm just taking my time.” you assure him cutely, smirking up at him which tells him otherwise. 
Before he can react, you lift yourself up and carefully straddle him. You reach for the handcuffs, ignoring the way his cock is almost digging into your own crotch. 
“Y/N.” he warns you.
You pout at him. “But why?” you almost whine. “You scared of handcuffs or what?”
“Keep talking and you're gonna be the one handcuffed.” 
“I promise I won't do anything bad.” 
He watches you, frowning and not totally sold on your idea. It definitely has something to do with his male ego. Jungkook is naturally dominant and while he had you on top multiple times, you never handcuffed him or showed this type of dominance. You reach for your oversized shirt, tugging it over your head as you expose your breasts to him. He gulps, watching the way they bounce from the single movement. Your nipples are already perked up, sensitive like always and perhaps, it's from the arousal as well. 
He goes to touch them, mindlessly and automatically. His mouth opens in shock when you slap his hand away, even though you want nothing more than for him to touch you. 
“What–”
“I wanna try this, Kook.” You're playing with him already. You pout and give him the puppy eyes, finger trailing down his abs. “You always asked what I want to try and this is one of them.”
He sighs, hand rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, okay.”
“Really?”
Jungkook almost smiles at how excited you sound. What the hell are you planning? 
In reality, you're just going with the flow. 
You reach for the handcuffs, knowing they're going to work well with your bed frame. You can easily handcuff both of Jungkook's hands. But just as you're about to reach for his hands, he automatically pulls away which causes you to give him a glare. He rolls his eyes, offering you his wrists. You sit on your knees, telling him to lay down completely. He does, with the same frown that makes you giggle under your breath. You take his wrists and bring them up to your bed frame.
Jungkook takes that time to watch you work on the handcuffs from below, feeling them wrapping around his wrists. Wanting to curse, he drifts his attention elsewhere and watches your breasts that are right above him.
You pull back with a successful and triumphal grin, watching him tugs onto them. While he mentally curses Taehyung for giving you such a stupid gift ever, you admire your work. You lean forward again, making sure they hold and Jungkook takes that time enveloping your nipple into his mouth. You gasp and flinch at the sudden feeling, pulling back to find smirking Jungkook.
“Couldn't resist,” he says cheekily.
Despite his current and clearly submissive position, he looks anything like it. He's here, your cheeks hot and heart beating fast. You don't think you'll ever grow tired of him showing his crave for you. You've said it multiple times in your head, but you've never felt wanted as much as you feel with Jungkook. 
“Well, then start resisting.” you say smartly, ignoring the smug face. “Stop looking so cocky, you bastard.” 
But he doesn't stop. He's smirking, looking at you because despite everything, he's in control. Frowning at that, even though you secretly love it, you stand up and get out of your pajama shorts. Revealing that you aren't wearing any underwear, Jungkook watches you hungrily, his head lifted thanks to the pillows under it. He's got a good view of you at the end of your bed. 
You smirk. Men. One look at a naked body and they fold. 
“Come here and sit that pussy on my mouth.”
Or not.
You give him a look, seeing him lazily lay there with his arms above his head. 
“You don't get to make demands.” you inform him, watching that smug face wipe away slowly. 
While you're completely naked, you sit on his calves and lean down to play with the hem of his briefs. 
“This is torture,” he informs you back. “This is exactly why I didn't wanna be in these fucking handcuffs.”
“Already complaining?” you throw back. 
He presses his lips into a tight line, keeping quiet. 
Torturing a little more, you hover him once more with lips dangerously close to his. “That's what I thought.”
He chases your lips but you pull away, giggling when you're met with the usual frown. 
Getting back to your position, you pull down his underwear. His cock springs free, shamelessly slapping against his abdomen before it stands upright. Minus the little facade that you have going on of planning to tease him, you're just as desperate to move further if not more. 
So you wrap your hand around the base of him, wrapping your lips around the tip as you taste his pre-cum. Jungkook sighs in delight, allowing himself to close his eyes in a sudden relief. You lick the underside of him, knowing what you have to do since you've done it multiple times before. This is nothing new, yet it still feels amazing each time. 
The handcuffs make a sound against the wooden frame, just as you let your mouth wrap around him some more, taking him deeper. The clank of them makes you look up, biting back a laugh when you see Jungkook's frustrated face. 
“What were you gonna do?” 
He growls, warning you not to tease him some more. Well, it surely isn't as much fun for him as it is for you, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it. It makes sense. This is the first time where Jungkook can't touch you because he's physically unable to. You understand the frustration, you do. With a silent promise, you make it worth it. 
Putting his cock inside your mouth, you hollow your cheeks and deliver him pleasure. Your hand and mouth works on him, and not even hair getting into your face stops you. You know if it weren't for Jungkook's hands not being available at the moment, he would wrap his hand around it, making sure it doesn't get in the way and he can see you.
“Mhm, yeah.” He mutters from above you, enjoying your mouth wrapped around him.
It's not enough, you know it isn't but you're not planning to make him cum. You've barely started and in order for him to enjoy this, there's more you want to do. You don't want to make it lame since this is your first time doing this. You're not going to lie. You like having him this… helpless. You enjoy it, it's a nice change from the usual cockiness.
You eventually pull away, making sure to suck him until the last minute. A trail of saliva connects the tip of his cock and your lips, causing you to wipe it with your thumb. He watches you the entire time with dark eyes, not questioning why you stopped. 
This time, he lets you be in control because you don't look like you're about to deny his orgasm and make him truly suffer. On the opposite, he stares at you attentively as you simply turn around and throw your leg over his chest, facing him with his back. 
“Fuck.” he curses silently from behind you, watching you lean forward to his cock once again. 
However this time, your ass and cunt are right in his face. He sees how wet you are, just that alone makes him smirk because he knows you won't be able to withhold your own pleasure for much longer. After all, it does make his ego bigger knowing you're affected. You're clueless to his inner thoughts, even though you do realize how wet you are, it doesn't even cross your mind, not even when the air hits your core.
It's not until you have Jungkook's cock back in your mouth when you suddenly feel his mouth on you. You don't expect the swipe of his tongue, gathering your juices which makes you flinch in surprise. Throwing him a glance across your shoulder, you're met with the same cockiness you've seen a handful of times. 
“Lemme eat this pussy out.” he almost begs.
“How am I supposed to focus then?” you question, the remains of wine causing you to speak your thoughts right away. 
His lips twitch. You give him no reaction though, letting it up to him as you turn around and arch your back. Jungkook is a menace. He gets what he wants either way, shameless as ever as his mouth envelopes your clit as he sucks. 
You gasp, leaning your forehead against his thigh while your hand stops working on his hard cock. For fuck sake. Frustration is what you feel because for a split second, you realize Jungkook is in control. He eats you out, your body and determination practically begging to be touched. Reminding yourself that this is not supposed to be totally about you, you force your hand to get to work. You're realizing you're not doing a half of a good job at delivering pleasure at the moment.
“Focus,” Jungkook says against your leaking cunt. You can imagine his mouth already being soaked in your juices, dripping it down his chest. Even the single imaginary sight of that makes you want to let out the biggest groan. “I thought you're great at multitasking.” 
Apparently not when it comes to this , you want to bite back but you can't. You simply cannot. It's like the moment Jungkook touches you, you're already gone. 
Somehow, after a moment of realization and determination yet again, you take him into your mouth. 
“That's it,” he groans against you, sending vibrations right to your core. The wet sounds coming from behind you create a sinful proof of your doings, ones you don't mind at all. 
You're close.
You can't focus. 
Not with Jungkook's mouth that skilfully slowly but surely brings you to your end. And then the cocky bastard opens his dirty mouth again, not minding what it's been doing, not even a bit. 
“Wanna spread this cunt. Come on, rub yourself against me.”
Ignoring Jungkook's pleas of wanting to be suffocated by your pussy, you shake yourself out of a familiar daze full of desire and lust. This bastard! 
You pull away, not only to give him one last taste of your mouth, but also taking the approaching orgasm from yourself. Jungkook's quiet until a noise of both surprise and disappointment fills your bedroom. You get off his lap, facing him while you give him a perfect view of your messy appearance. One he's undoubtedly the reason for. 
“Why would you do that?” he whines, tugging onto the handcuffs again. His face grows frustrated at the restraint. 
And then it's gone. What was a frustration just a second ago, you watch his entire face morph into a perfect slowly growing smirk. 
He's satisfied. Satisfied that once again, he proved you just how much control he has over you even with barely any way of touching you. He can't use his hands, he can barely move as they stay handcuffed above him, secured around your bed headframe. But that hasn't stopped him. No. He was cunning enough that at the first chance of being somewhat close to you, he used his mouth. 
“You'll pay for that.” you inform him, trying to keep your features hardening and not to melt when Jungkook's lips stretch into a wide grin. 
“For what?” he scoffs, “For almost making you cum?”
Ignoring the obvious and amused jab at you nearly losing it (when he's the one handcuffed), you nibble on your inner cheek. 
“Come on, free me now. You had your fun.”
Your eye almost twitches at that. 
“Lemme fuck you, you love it from behind, huh?”
Despite his nasty words leaving your stomach fluttering, more than it should, you don't let him get past your walls. You sigh, loud so he can hear it perfectly and maybe make him feel unsure of what's about to come. He stays silent. Watching you as you reach for your nightstand, you feel his eyes appreciating your nudity before they go back to wondering what you're doing. 
You pull out the sex-toy he gifted you, the one you both used two or three times. His brows are pinched together, probably wondering what and who you're going to use it for.
Now, since you've never done this with Jungkook before, you being in full control which has proved to be debatable, you've no idea how he will possibly react. You can only assume. From being in an intimate relationship with Jungkook, you've learned a lot. Apart from the physical side of your own sexual preferences and desires, you've come to notice how Jungkook loves to feel you up. He loves to touch you, explore your body each time like he has never done before.
Even without having many sexual partners before, it's safe to say you've never felt more comfortable than being in Jungkook's hands. Quite literally. The way he touches you… he knows what he's doing. 
Obviously, this is in a way a punishment for him. Actually, now that you think about it, you're not sure if he's doing it purely because you want to, or because of another reason.
So when you place yourself at the end of your bed, making sure you have enough space to lay down, you do exactly that. With one swift movement, you spread your legs apart, giving him a full on view on the thing he couldn't get enough of. 
All cockiness is smeared off his face. And while triumph burns inside you – from this great achievement – a realization hits him.
“No.” he murmurs, watching the way you smirk as you turn on the sex-toy. You bring the fake imitation of cock to your clit, moaning at the vibration as soon as it touches you. 
Bottom lip caught between your teeth, there's a clank resounding in front of you as your lips twitch. “I'm definitely having my fun now.” 
“I was–I was just teasing. Come back here, baby.”
You should've probably taped his mouth shut. The freaking petname really tests your patience and determination. 
“I'm serious.”
But he's ignored by you, at least you act like you can't hear him, enjoying the way he groans in protest. However, you can be just as teasing and you moan loudly, letting the dildo's tip enter you. 
“Y/N,” he growls, “This is not funny.”
“Oh, fuck.” 
You would have laughed if you weren't so focused. The truth is, you're sensitive down there – something that's caused by Jungkook and his always running mouth. As much as you itch to get to him and toss the sex-toy as far as possible, you don't give him that satisfaction. At least, not now. 
“Who's in control now, Jeon?” you hum, opening your eyes clouded by both amusement and lust. 
“Okay, I get it.” he grits through his teeth. “Come here.”
“Say it nicely and maybe I'll consider.”
If looks could kill, you're sure you would be six feet under. But one moment of leaning your head down, moaning out loud, you notice his jaw clenching before he clears his throat.
“Come here,” he says softly.
Cracking your eyes, you grin in achievement as you sit up. You're too impatient, you want to touch him. No scratch that. You want to feel him. You want him inside you. But you're playing your part in this act, making it seem as if you have all the time in the world. 
You turn off the sex-toy, the one he probably mentally curses for buying, and you come closer to him. The expectation and despair on his face makes you want to laugh. He's cute. And freaking hot too. 
His chest heaves, it glistens with a sheer coat of sweat. His cologne and scent that's glued to his skin has filled your bedroom. He watches you carefully, almost as if he expects you to tease him more. But when you sit back down on his thighs, facing him, he sighs in relief. His cock begs for attention and you give him a few pumps, ones that make his eyes flutter shut as he gets what he wants. Partly.
You leave the dildo next to you, planning on using it later as you glance at your nightstand. A look of surprise and then disappointment fills your face, one that Jungkook quickly questions.
“What?”
“I've got no condoms. You have some with you?”
Jungkook snickers, “You mean did I bring condoms with me when you decided to have a break from this ?”
You give him a glare, “I wasn't planning on having sex.”
“Do I look like I was?” he questions with a raise of his brow. 
“Don't you have them with you most of the time?”
“Clearly not,” he rolls his eyes, “What's the issue anyways? I haven't had sex with anyone else.”
You're the one who rolls their eyes now, “You would be really quick if you have. It's been like a week since the trip.”
Deep down, you know Jungkook could've gone anywhere and had sex during this week. If he wanted to.
“And you know it's not about that.” you add.
“Let's end this with a bang. Since you know, we're not supposed to have sex then.”
“Are you mocking me?” you frown. He purses his lips to avoid smirking. 
“What did you say? One last time?”
“You know, keep talking and I'm gonna finish myself in front of you.”
“Not what I had in mind but,” he acts as if he's thinking hard. “It would still be something. I love that cunt.”
Almost choking on your spit, you quickly recover. You need to wipe that smirk off his face. “Or I could just leave you here, handcuffed and naked.”
“You wouldn't!” he exclaims.
“Try me.”
He shakes his head with a disapproving frown. “We don't have that many options. Either raw or go to sleep.”
What are you even talking about? Your coincidence scolds you.
“You're right,” you say, already hovering. “I love this cock.” you tell him cheekily, watching his eyes widen just as you grab him by the base. 
You bring it to your entrance, teasing him a little (and yourself too) but the glare he gives you just prolongs it. He lifts his hips, almost entering you and you gasp, giggling. 
“Who's impatient now?”
“You're testing my patience right now.”
“If I were you, I wouldn't talk too much.” you hum, warning him cutely which causes his features to harden. Oh my god, perhaps you're enjoying this way more than you thought you would! 
Despite everything, you don't want to deprive him and yourself of the pleasure. It's easier to give him one cheeky grin as you guide him to your entrance. His eyes dance across your exposed breasts, looking down at where you're about to connect. That's enough for you to slowly sink down his length, gritting your teeth from the immediate heat that swallows you whole. 
Sex is amazing. But sex with Jungkook has shown you it's more than that.
You would've never thought how addicted you can become to this. Maybe it's a little too dangerous but you don't seem to care. Not at the moment anyway, not when he spreads your folds and stretches your warm and wet walls. Oh god. 
It takes you a moment to fully sink down on him, his hard length settled inside of you as you feel every inch of him. Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. Though, he doesn't usher you to move and gives you space to get used to him. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. 
Starting to roll your hips, your clit brushes against his pubes as his jaw tightens once again. That's not enough for him, but he doesn't voice the annoyance and frustration just yet. He lays his head down properly, dark eyes watching you and the way your body rolls.
You bite your bottom lip, momentarily closing your eyes just to open them and see him staring. “You like that, baby?” you joke, watching his hardening features turn into amused once as you both giggle.
“Baby?”
“You call me that too.”
“Mhm, I do.” he hums as you spread your palms over his chest and lean forward. “You love it.”
“Maybe a little bit too much.” you confess, laughing at your obvious confession.
And then you lift your hips, his cock rubbing against your wall which quickly wipes away his smirk. You let the head of his cock stay inside you, his entire length coated with your juices. 
“Don't play with me,” he says. “This is torture.”
“Then beg.” you propose, watching his features turn into pure shock before they change into devastation. 
It's funny. Makes you giggle all over again.
“What?”
“You heard me. Beg,” you grin, “Or what? Is that against your male ego?”
“You're so cruel,” he begs. “If I knew–Hey now!” he exclaims when you let him slide out of you, your lips curving into a smirk. 
You get off him entirely, laying on your tummy beside him. Elbow leaned against the soft mattress, you prop up your chin on your palm. Jungkook groans, frustration getting the best out of him as you grab the vibration. Turning it on, you catch his attention as you press the vibrating tip against his hard cock. He flinches, cussing you out immediately.
“Yah!” 
You laugh, “What? Does it hurt?”
“I don't know if you noticed, but I'm fucking hard and sensitive.” he grits through his teeth and you pout. “Just do something.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn off the sex-toy, playing into the little facade you created as you toss it away. Lifting yourself, you hoist your leg over his hips and face him with your back. He barely has any chance to react as you sink down on him again. This time, you actually move. He breathes out in relief. 
“I knew you were a good girl.” he mutters, causing you to stop. “No, no. Continue.” he reacts immediately which makes you smile.
You hold your balance by gripping his legs, just below his knees as you start riding him. It's hard to focus on other things than just his cock inside you. 
“Mhm, fuck.” You hear behind you, a soft moan leaving your own mouth when he hits your good spot. 
You pick up your pace, your ass smacking against Jungkook's skin but when you start to feel the familiar heat gathering in your lower religion, you're forced to stop. You don't want to cum too soon. Jungkook whines, cursing under his breath. 
“You're so whiny.” you comment, sending him a look of amusement across your shoulder. 
He's frowning, mouth pouting without realizing as he tugs onto the handcuffs again. Realization hits him and that makes you laugh again. He forgot he's handcuffed and wanted to touch you. 
“Just wait until you're done.” he threatens. 
Ignoring the way your stomach tightens in excitement, you don't give him that satisfaction of recognizing his effect that he has on you. Instead, you turn around to face him, sitting back on his thighs as you lean toward him.
“One last time, remember?"
“You also said break and look at us now,” he bites back smartly. “When I asked you if you're gonna let me in, this wasn't what I had in mind. But I'm not complaining.”
You start tracing random patterns on his abs, they flex under your touch and you know he's holding himself back. “That would be awful if you were complaining.” you hum.
“Y/N,” he whines. “Just do something.”
“I told you. Beg… or ask nicely.” you hum, moving your finger up to his chest.
“Please,” he says dryly.
You lift your brow at him, giving him an unimpressed glare. “I said nicely.” you remind him.
He groans, almost ready to throw a tantrum. Oh, this is so much fun!  
“Please, wanna fuck that pussy.”
You smile, leaning forward to get close to his face. His breath hitches as your lips hover over his. The faintest touch of them earns the corner of his lips before you pull away. You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him a little before you put him inside you again. Jungkook hums and nods, obviously too joyful that you've finally listened. You don't waste any time, lifting your hips up and down as you ride him. 
“This is what you wanted?”
“Fuck yes.” Jungkook breathes out, muscles tensing. “Fuck, that's it. Yeah, just like that.”
He says, forcing his eyes to stay open as he watches your breasts bouncing. 
“Fuck, baby.”
Despite being fully engrossed in chasing your orgasm, you still smile in the midst of it. 
You're close to cumming, stopping your movements shortly after which leaves Jungkook whining. Loud and clear. 
“You were close, weren't you?” he teases after frustration slowly fades away.
“Shut up,” you bite. 
“Come on. Fuck me. Please .” he begs softly.
Nibbling on your bottom lip, you comply and move your hips again. This time, you don't stop. You chase your orgasm while Jungkook coaxes you through it.
“That's right, use me.”
“You like this?” you breathe out, throwing your head back as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.
“I love it,” he corrects you. “I'm gonna miss this cunt so much.”
“Don't say that,” you croak out. “You're making me regret things.”
“No regrets,” he groans. “Fuck, yeah.” He moves his hips up, meeting your thrusts in the middle as you whimper.
A few more thrusts and one big from Jungkook, you come undone above him. The knot snaps inside you and your entire body stills as your walls start clenching and unclenching. Your juices drip down Jungkook's length, undoubtedly staining your sheets as well but that's the least of your worries. 
Jungkook watches you come back to reality, eyes clouded with lust.
“You think you can go for round two?” he asks, watching you breathe out an audible chuckle. 
You can.
Giving him a nod, you settle onto rubbing his chest softly while trying to catch your breath.
“Uncuff me,” he says, stealing all your attention once again – this time not caused by the usual charms of the man under you. “Just wanna touch you.” he adds, softly and with a pout.
“What if I don't want you to touch me?” you hum, starting to roll your hips again which makes him hiss.
He grunts, closing his eyes. “Don't lie to yourself.”
Regardless of both of you aware of the lie, you keep smiling knowing he's damn right. 
“I'm not gonna do anything, I swear.” he promises, whining as your movements deepen.
Feeling like you could chase your second orgasm of the night, you reach behind you and put your hands on his thighs. Jungkook stares, eyes wide despite the evident desire and need.
“Holy fuck, you're gonna be the end of me.”
You giggle. You freaking giggle and Jungkook swears he's done for. 
“You little minx,” he grunts. “You wanna make me cum without me touching you? That's fucking cruel.”
“I like to be cruel sometimes.” you tease.
As much as you wish his hands would be on you, touching you everywhere and the way only he can, this is so much fun. 
While Jungkook's eyes are the only touch you can feel, the dark irises leave hot traces all over your skin, you enjoy his attention on you. It's no secret he alone brings you more confidence than he can ever imagine. Not to grow sentimental, especially right now and at this dirty moment, but for that you'll be forever grateful to him. You're scared for what's about to come in the future. You're too scared to think about it and you automatically shut down any hints of those thoughts coming up. 
You enjoy this while you can.
After this, you want to focus on your friendship with him. It's for the best.
You could easily regret doing this with him right now. Especially after the idea of taking a break. In reality, you don't. There are no regrets as of now and you hope they won't come. You won't allow it. 
“Play with your tits, baby. Show me,” Jungkook pants. 
Having you slowly start to bounce on his cock again brings a rush of heat to every inch of his body. You obey, grasping your breasts into your palms while you squeeze to soft flesh. Jungkook whines and groans, clearly still frustrated he can't touch them or anything at this point. 
“Pinch your nipples.” he orders, not full of dominance like you're perhaps used to, but full of desperation. 
You moan as you listen to him, bringing more pleasure to your body as you imagine it's Jungkook's hands instead. Eyes closed yet again, you can't bring yourself to keep them open. Your muscles strain, lungs begging for more air as you feel your heartbeat drumming in your eardrums. 
“Fuck,” you pant, “Think I'm gonna cum.” you force yourself to admit, totally clueless to Jungkook obviously seeing and feeling it. 
“Rub your clit for me. Fuck.”
Hand reaching between your legs, it's a little tricky to fully obey as you're still bouncing on his cock, close to cumming. You still rub your clit, whimpering and stuttering things you can't remember. Whatever leaves your mouth blends with the sounds of skin slapping. One hand on Jungkook's abdomen, you make sure you stabilize yourself while the other works on your clit. 
“Keep going, keep going,” Jungkook whimpers. “Please, please, please.”
You do. Your thighs burn but nothing won't stop you. Orgasm comes crashing down on you for the second time. Your walls clench around Jungkook's cock, sucking him dry as Jungkook warns you of his own approaching orgasm. 
“Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming.” he manages to get out.
Just in time, you barely make it and lift yourself as Jungkook's thick cum shoots up. The warm liquid lands on your pussy, some of it getting onto your lower belly trickling down your thighs. 
Jungkook curses under his breath, head dropping down onto pillows as his chest heaves. Yours too. Dropping down next to him, there's no care in the world as you both try to come back to your senses. 
After a minute of harsh breathing fading, Jungkook comments. “Almost didn't make it.”
Looking at him, you both grin at each other. “I made it.”
He scoffs playfully, amused by your confidence. He's restrained, therefore it would be completely your fault if he came inside you. 
“Gonna uncuff me now?” 
“Oh shit.” you curse, sitting up as you grab the key off your nightstand, leaning forward to uncuff Jungkook's wrists. 
As soon as you do, Jungkook's arms shoot down as the pair of pink fluffy handcuffs land on your floor. You watch him rub his wrists, frowning before looking at you as you shoot him a sheepish grin.
“You enjoyed that?”
“Probably more than I thought I would.” you giggle.
Jungkook's lips twitch. “At least one of us did.”
“You came, didn't you?” you raise your brow at him. “I'm receiving no complaints then.”
He laughs, sitting up as he cracks his neck. Looking down at his crotch and around the bed, he cringes a little. “Made a mess.”
“It's fine, I'm gonna clean that up. Go take a shower.” you point toward the door.
“You sure?” he asks, cocking his brow at his cum sticking to your skin. 
“Yeah,” you laugh, reaching for the wipes that are beside your bed. You clean yourself, ushering Jungkook to use your bathroom while you take care of this mess. 
Knowing there's no point in arguing, he still with an unsure look starts to get out of your bed. What he doesn't expect though is a slap delivered on his buttcheek. He turns around, shocked with mouth agape as he shoots you a look. 
“What does it feel like?” you tease, biting onto your lower lip as he shakes his head, fighting back a grin. Too bad, you catch a good glimpse of it. 
“You're lucky this is over.” he tells you, ruffling his raven hair. 
You're not sure if lucky is the right word to describe it, though it works for what he has in mind. And god, you're so close to calling this break off. Desperate and foolish. 
But since he talks about luck, it seems like it's on your side this time considering he turns around and leaves the room before you can make another rash decision. 
You decide to finish the movie after you're both cleaned, and so is your bedroom with fresh sheets. Everything goes back to normal, both of you acting as if you haven't had sex a few minutes ago. Ignoring the way every inch your skin feels like it's been electrified.
Jungkook's body takes most of the space in your bed eventually, the entire bedroom swallowed in darkness as chilly air fans your thin curtains. No scent of sex anymore just like there is no trace of your previous doings. The only proof lives in both of you now.
“Back to best friends?” Jungkook asks behind you, his arm outstretched just above your head.
“Back to best friends.” you confirm, ignoring the sentiment behind your tone.
“Don't tell anyone that I–”
“That I had you handcuffed and you whined?”
“Yah!”
Cackling, you look across your shoulder as if you could see him. “Are you ashamed of it?” you tease.
“Taehyung wouldn't let me live if he knew.”
You both laugh quietly. 
“Can you rub my back now?” you say after a while.
Jungkook snickers, sighing as he gets on his side facing your back. His hand is on your back, scratching and rubbing gently as you hum in pleasure.
“Shouldn't you be the one who's rubbing my back? Y'know because of what you've put me through tonight.” he grumbles, causing you to smile into your pillow.
“Didn't you enjoy it?”
“I couldn't touch you.” he says as if that answers everything. 
You still keep smiling, not being able to fight it back. “But other than that?”
He doesn't respond for a moment, leaving you to look behind you again. He hears the sheets rustling. “I came, didn't I?”
Somehow, that answers your question and you hum, lullying yourself to sleep – with the help of Jungkook's hands and touch of course. However, with a serious realization of what the fuck are you going to do now.
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“Besties for the Resties?” - JJK (M)
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Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been having a tough time recently, so please try to understand if I’m not always super active here. I want to be and hopefully I can be here but if I slink into the abyss for a bit I apologize. So, I wanted to post this story so you all have something from me.
Please enjoy! Hopefully I will see you soon <3
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: BFFs to Lovers (I love a trope pls), Angst, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Reader is orphaned, jk is a lil boob in the beginning (he works on it don’t worry), a slap (deserved one), alcohol/getting drunk, fainting/passing out, Jks antics (they deserve a warning tbh), Yoongi and Hoseok sneaking in for some cameo time (also-Yeri!)-SMUT WARNINGS: Oral (F!receiving), explicit language, unprotected sex (she has an implant but I stg don’t do it-this is fiction), Reader likes jks nips (who doesn’t tho?), kinda mushy and emotional sex, creampie.
Words: 21.2k (Listen I am just as shocked as you-)
Summary: Jungkook had always been your friend since the day you two met as young kids. But what happens when your friendship is put to the test? Can you remain “besties for the resties?” Or will years of friendship be lost in the blink of an eye?
Wait, you’re best friends with the Jeon Jungkook?
Yes.
You mean the most eligible bachelor in the country?
That’s the one, yeah.
Oh my God! You should come to our party next weekend! Of course you’ll have to bring your friend!
He’s been busy recently, I’m sorry.
Can you at least give me his phone number?
This was how a majority of conversations at your college went. People usually found out either because of Twitter, Instagram, or whatever social media was hot right now.
Jungkook could always be found on these apps and usually, one way or another, you’d get roped into it as well.
Jeon Jungkook, 25 and heir to the Jeon billion dollar fashion mogul. But you’ve always known him as Kook, Kookie or Jungkook.
In your younger years, your mother had been a housekeeper and your dad ran a gym. It was an honest living and you were happy.
But when the Jeon’s put out an application for a new housekeeping position your mother couldn’t refuse. She’d applied and gotten the job. So you all moved and thus began your little friendship with the Jeon heir.
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon weren’t the typical ritzy asshole parents. They were welcoming, they were kind and they encouraged Jungkook to play with you, as someone who wasn’t a ‘spoiled brat’, as they liked to say.
Jungkook’s other friends tended to be a little more… well… over zealous.
Jimin was heir to a jewelry empire and Seokjin’s family were all celebrity chefs and Namjoon even had deep pockets due to his family being smart investors. Mainly in the Jeon brand but, it was good money.
They all were nice enough, never questioning Jungkook’s friendship with you-even building some of their own.
But at the end of the day, you and Jungkook were thick as thieves.
You weren’t as outgoing as they were, you liked staying home and reading or cleaning, maybe doing a little room decorating. But Jungkook loved to come over to your small apartment, he loved washing the dishes after you both cooked dinner. He liked doing the laundry and folding it nicely.
But as of recently, he hadn’t been able to come over nearly as much. With a new merger between The Jeon Label and some other foreign brand he’d been stuck at work for what felt like weeks.
He’d still text you and try to call if he could but, it still stung just a bit.
To be reminded of your place.
You were just hoping today he could make an exception.
You sat in your living room, trying not to cry as you looked at your phone.
Kook ❤️: still at work. Srry, I probs can’t make it tonight 😩
You: not at all?
Kook ❤️: it’s stupid busy here, even the interns are still here 🥲
You: bummer.
He’d really forgotten huh?
All these years and he’d forgotten the anniversary of your parents death. The one day out of the year you asked him to be with you.
All of his friends had messaged you their condolences, how they’re thinking of you.
But you only wanted one person here with you…
The one you cared about more than anything.
And he couldn’t make it…
You’d long understood that Jungkook was oblivious to your feelings. He saw you as the quiet friend, his sweet Y/N that he needs to protect. But, never as anything more.
It did sting when you’d see his Instagram flooded with influencers who were much prettier than you, who had more money, who could handle the stress of his job and title.
But you?
You set your phone down and sighed. Even a phone call would’ve been nice. But he’d forgotten, you tried not to be upset. But the ache in your chest made you mad.
Ring ring… ring ring…
You picked up the phone quickly. “Hello?”
“Hey Y/N,” a gruff voice sighed over the receiver.
“Oh… hey Yoongi,” you sighed.
Your history tutor made a small scoff. “Alright, don’t sound too disappointed,” he complained.
“No-I’m not! It’s just…”
“You were hoping for a call from Jeon huh?”
Were you that obvious?
“Maybe…”
“Has he not called you yet?” Yoongi wondered aloud.
“No, he’s stuck at the office apparently,” you sighed, biting your lip.
“He couldn’t even like… call you or some shit?” Yoongi asked, sounding irritated on your behalf.
“Well-there’s this big merger happening and-”
“Whoa whoa, no. Y/N, no. You never ask him for anything. You never get mad at him, you make excuses for him but not today man. Not today of all days. Did he forget?”
A small hiccup came from your mouth.
“I think so…”
“Oh Y/N…”
His voice was soft, something unusual for the typically gruff and aloof man.
It made the damn burst.
“I just wanted him here with me… I-Is that asking too much? On the day my world shattered? The day I lost everything? Yoongi even his parents called me this morning! Jimin, Namjoon and even Jin found time in their busy schedules to at least send me a sweet message! I-I’m so hurt…” you cried.
“Tell him that,” Yoongi offered.
“I don’t want to tell him… he should’ve remembered, he should know what today is…”
The day your parents were involved in a horrific car crash. Ripping them from this world and your arms so brutally.
“He should. It's not right that he forgot,” Yoongi sighed. “Listen, I gotta go but… I’m so sorry for your loss, and maybe we can go get coffee soon to make you feel better, hm?”
You sniffled and nodded, wiping your eyes.
“Sounds good Yoongi, thanks,” you sighed before hanging up.
You laid on the couch, curling up. You didn’t even bother to cover the dinner you’d made up.
You were too sick to eat it now.
Jungkook was furiously going over these numbers.
Nothing made any fucking sense at this point.
He’d been there since six that morning and it was nearing ten o’clock. He’d tried talking to you to get his mind off it, but you weren’t answering. Maybe you’d gone to bed early, you did mention there was a test coming up you were cramming for.
His eyes were tired.
His back hurt.
A knock came to his office door as his father stepped in, a gentle yet tired look on his face.
“Hey son,” he smiled, walking in.
Jungkook welcomed the distraction.
“Hey dad,” he beamed, standing up.
“I’m surprised you’re still here,” he said, looking at Jungkook’s mess of a desk. Jungkook blushed softly and rubbed his neck.
“Just got a few more things to go over,” he shrugged. “Then I’m going home to pass out.”
“Ah, so you must’ve already called Y/N then? Usually you two get together today,” he said, looking at a few papers Jungkook had on his desk.
“Um… no? Was I supposed to?” He asked, rubbing his eyes, exhaustion creeping over him.
Jungkook’s father looked shocked and worst of all-disappointed.
“Oh Jungkook, don’t tell me you forgot…”
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Forgot what? It’s… it’s not her birthday! It’s the dead of summer!”
“Jeon Jungkook, that girl is your best friend, and you forgot the anniversary of her parents passing?!”
Jungkook’s blood ran cold.
“N-No… I-It’s not until…” his eyes narrowed on the calendar on his desk. “Oh shit…”
“I taught you better…”
“But this merger and-and the company-”
“If this company didn’t exist… if our wealth was liquidated tomorrow half of your friends wouldn’t be there anymore son… but I know for sure one would always be there, no matter what,” Mr. Jeon sighed. “Go, apologize. She deserves that much. I’ll finish up here.”
Jungkook nodded, grabbing his jacket and keys and rushing down the steps.
Fuck!
Fuck!
How could I forget? He cried internally as he rushed to his car.
He tried to call you, but the call went right to voicemail.
His car wove through the streets. He stopped at some twenty-four hour grocery store and got some soft pink flowers that he hoped would at least ease your anger at him.
When he arrived at your small apartment his heart was hammering in his chest. He knocked, and waited. Knocked again. Still no answer.
“Y-Y/N?” He called.
No response.
“Please open the door?”
Still nothing.
He frowned and tried the door, to his surprise it was open. He walked in, looking around for you. But his stomach dropped when he saw a nice dinner laid out on the table. A few of his favorites and yours put together with care.
This must be why you’d wanted to make dinner plans with him… he’s so fucking stupid.
He walked into the living room and his heart stopped. You were on the couch, face puffy and swollen from crying.
He felt like an ass.
His best friend needed him… and he wasn’t here.
He made his way to the couch, noticing you were dressed nice. You’d done your nails, hair and he could see you’d done your makeup as well but it was mostly gone now.
“Oh Y/N…” he sat on his knees in front of you, running his fingers through your hair and trying not to cry. He didn’t deserve to cry now… you were the one he’d disappointed, you were the one hurting.
Slowly, your eyes flickered open and took in his appearance.
“Kook?”
Your head hurt from crying, you could feel the smeared mascara and eyeliner coating your eyes.
“Y/N, I’m so-”
You didn’t let him finish, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your arms. Hiding your face in his neck like you had since you were little.
“You’re here…”
His hands ran up your back as he clung to you.
“I’m here bug, right here,” he said, using your childhood nickname that he only used when you were mad.
“I thought you’d forgotten…”
Jungkook swallowed hard. “I did forget, dad… dad reminded me and I rushed to get here. I’m so sorry, bug. I’ve been so stressed from work but you-you’re more important,” he said firmly.
“You’re here now… that’s all I care about,” you smiled into his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve been here earlier… you made dinner and-and you dressed up so nice, I feel like such an ass Y/N,” he frowned, holding your head.
“You should,” you said, pulling back and wiping your tears. “But you came, you apologized, I accept those. So don’t feel guilty, you can make it up to me.”
Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”
You smiled. “Okay, redo then. Next week, there’s a cute little boba place opening and I want to go, they’re supposed to have good prices too!”
“That’s all you want? Cause I can get us anywhere Y/N, anything. Nothing is off the table,” he said.
“Then boba,” you smiled. “That’s what I want, Jungkook, boba and time with you.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your grin. He nodded, kissing your head and holding you close.
“Then we’ll do boba.”
The week passed by uneventfully. You had your tests and such, Yoongi was a little scolding when you told him you’d forgiven Jungkook so quickly.
“He needs to know he hurt you, Y/N, or he’s just going to keep doing it.”
You shook your head. “No Yoongi, he apologized and I know he felt awful-”
“He should’ve, what he did was wrong,” Yoongi pointed out.
The two of you were sitting in the cafe, drinking watered down cheap coffee, but you were happy.
Jungkook hadn’t mentioned the boba place since that night but you knew he was busy. It was alright, you’d texted him the address and time so you two could meet up there.
“Y/N, when are you going to tell him?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his decaf americano. Utter sin, decaffeinated coffee.
“T-Tell him what?”
Yoongi raised a brow. “You’re such a shit liar,” he sighed.
“I can’t tell him Yoongi, I’m just his childhood friend, he probably hasn’t even noticed I’ve grown boobs,” you sighed.
“He’d be dumb not to notice those cause damn-”
You swatted him, trying not to blush. “Stop that, don’t ogle me in public.
“Are you inviting me to ogle in private?” He teased.
“In your dreams,” you snickered.
Yoongi nodded. “Sometimes.”
“I can’t just tell him I love him Yoongi! The last girlfriend he had was so manipulative and only wanted him for his money, he’s been defensive about dating since… I-I don’t want him to feel pressured around me like that and I’m going to be the cliche. I don’t want to ruin what we have, what if he says no?” You frowned.
“Then he’s an idiot and I’ll swoop in and take you for myself,” Yoongi shrugged.
You narrowed your eyes at him, flicking his nose and watching him pout.
Yoongi had made it clear he was interested in you before. But when you’d confessed that you were in love with your best friend, he’d politely backed off. Although he still made it known he was attracted to you.
“There will be no swooping in, cause I’m not saying anything,” you frowned.
“You should tell him, Y/N, cause you keep thinking of the negatives. What if Jungkook is also in love with you? What if he says he loves you and wants to be with you as well? Isn’t that worth the risk?”
Your heart hammered in your chest.
I love you, Y/N…
God you wanted to hear those words so fucking bad…
A text came through your phone, a soft smile gracing your features.
“Ew, you got all heart eyes on me… is it him?” Yoongi asked.
Jungkook had sent you a picture of Bam, playing with the new toy you’d gotten him.
Kook ❤️: Bam loves his new toy 🥺
You: of course he does, mother knows best.
You and Jungkook had called you Bam’s mom since the second Jungkook brought him home.
Kook ❤️: he needs his mom, he’s being a brat today.
You: 🙄 Jungkook every time he acts up I can’t play bad cop.
Kook ❤️: why tho???? Save me… he’s bouncing off the fucking walls, and he’s not listening to meeeee.
You: make him listen???
Kook ❤️: our son misses his mom, come onnnn come see him
You: I stg
Kook ❤️: is that a yes?
You: I’ll be over in 15, tell Bam mommy’s coming.
Kook ❤️: yes dear!!
You rolled your eyes and sipped down the rest of your coffee.
Yoongi raised a brow at your conversation you’d left up on your phone.
“You two share custody of a mammoth dog?” He asked.
“No, Bam is Jungkook’s dog, he just likes to call me the mother of his dog,” you sighed.
Yoongi’s face contorted. “That’s… that’s a little intimate don’t you think?”
“It’s a dog not a baby,” you shrugged, standing up.
“Not yet,” he warned.
You scoffed and thanked him for the little coffee date before heading out and towards the subway.
Jungkook’s penthouse was rather far.
You approached his building calmly, they all knew you here. You came by frequently.
“Ah, Miss Y/N! Mr. Jeon said to expect you,” Minwoo the doorman said, smiling.
“Thanks Minwoo! I’ll be heading up,” you smiled back.
He nodded, calling the elevator for you.
You stepped in and held your breath. Elevators had always made you nervous. But thankfully this one was a generally quick ride.
You got up to Jungkook’s floor and walked in, Bam quickly running to you after you entered.
“Hi my baby!” You smiled, kissing his head as he wiggled his butt excitedly.
“Ah! Mommy’s home!” Jungkook said, coming to greet you.
“Yes yes, now why did I have to cut my outing short? Hmm? Bammy, have you been a bad boy for daddy?” You narrowed your eyes and Bam shrunk.
“He shit on the rug, tore up my brand new couch and got into the cupboard and ate all my instant ramen!” He complained.
“Well the last one is your fault, don’t put anything low unless you get a lock on the cupboard idiot,” you poked his cheek. “But the pooping and tearing stuff up isn’t okay Bam,” you said in your best firm tone.
Bam seemed to pout at being told off.
“Now, you need to be good for your daddy huh? Need to behave so daddy can do his work yeah? Otherwise mommy can’t bring you anymore toys,” you scolded.
Bam came closer and nudged his nose to your hand. You sighed and patted his head, scratching his ears and kissing his nose.
“Go play,” you said, patting his butt.
He did just that, finding your toy and throwing it around.
Jungkook sighed behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder.
“Magic, I swear to you. Every time I scold him he just nips at my fingers! Little brat,” he growled.
You shook your head.
“He’s a puppy, Kook, he’s going to get into trouble, but be firm and reward good behavior. Correct the bad, it’ll all work out. He’s got a great temperament and a good daddy,” you smiled.
“Aw, you’re so sweet to me,” he smiled.
“Well, I try,” you chuckled.
You two migrated to the couch, and you could see where Bam had chewed on it, earning the pup a sharp glare from you. Jungkook just covered it with a blanket and put on a TV show for you to watch.
You relaxed, being in Jungkook’s presence was always calming, had been since you were little.
He’d always been kind, soft with you and tender. But he also pushed you to get out of your comfort zone every once in a while and that was good too.
You made him feel human. Like he wasn’t this big name on a billboard, he was just Jungkook. Not Mr. Jeon, not the heir to a multibillion dollar company… just Jungkook.
And he loved that.
“God I’m tired,” you complained, rubbing your eyes.
Jungkook looked at the clock. It was late, you two had been chatting about random stuff most of the night.
“It’s almost eleven,” he frowned. “I’ve got to get up early…”
“Oh yeah? What for?”
“Marriage meeting,” he sighed.
You damn near choked.
“A-A what?” You squeaked.
“Marriage meeting, mom and dad want me to meet this girl from the states,” he frowned. “She’s supposed to be really nice and her dad is interested in running our brand in with his. He owns luxury department store and malls throughout North America and Europe, it’s a big deal and could be super good for the company.”
Your throat went dry.
“I-I thought your parents didn’t care who you marry?” You asked softly.
“Ah, they don’t really. But I’m getting older and if it’ll help the company I don’t see anything wrong with it… at least I know she won’t be in it for the money. She’s got plenty of her own,” he sighed.
Your stomach clenched painfully.
“I-I see,” you bit your lip.
“Her name is Elsie,” he said.
“Cool…”
He rubbed his eyes, blinking slowly. “I think I’m going to bed, you can stay if you want. Or call Naomi, she can take you home as well. Don’t take public transport now, it’s way too late,” he said, placing a gentle kiss to your head. “Night bug!”
You whispered what you thought was a good night but you weren’t sure.
Jungkook…
Married?
Oh God…
You hadn’t really spoken to Jungkook much in the days leading up to the boba outing.
But Yoongi was adamant you needed to tell him about your feelings. And soon.
“Yoongi, I don’t think it’s a good idea, especially with him meeting Elsie and… and everything with the company I don’t want to make him upset,” you frowned.
“But him hurting you is okay? Y/N, your feelings are just as important as his and he’s not seeing that. You need to say something! Or you’re really going to regret it,” he frowned.
You were getting ready for your little redo with Jungkook and Yoongi had come over for his notes and decided to stay and chat.
You put on a cute little white tennis skirt with white stockings and sneakers, you had your simple sky blue t-shirt on and were putting on your earrings.
“I’ll tell him eventually but-I can’t do it right now,” you reasoned. “It’s not the right time.”
“Then when is the right time, Y/N? If you keep making excuses and putting it off you’re only going to suffer more,” he sighed.
“I can wait a little longer,” you said.
“If you say so,” Yoongi said, done with arguing for now.
“How do I look?” You asked, turning and smoothing your skirt down.
Yoongi gave a soft smile. “You look great, do you want me to drop you off?”
“Sure!”
You'd shown up a little earlier than your agreed time but it didn’t matter, you smiled and waited, texting Jungkook that you were here.
An hour passed.
Then two.
Three…
No Jungkook.
You tried calling him.
You tried texting his friends, only Jin answered and he said he hadn’t spoken to him recently enough.
He asked if you were okay. You bluffed, telling him it wasn’t far from your house so if nothing else you’d get home quickly.
Why wasn’t he here…?
“Hey Jungkook…” you trailed off leaving your third voicemail. “Um… it's me again, the boba place closes in an hour and… and you’re still not here. I’m worried, are you okay? Call me please…”
Clouds rolled over the city, as the boba place closed.
Your heart was stomped into dust.
You'd waited six hours and he never showed, didn’t even text you.
He begged for a redo, a chance to make it up to you and… and he does this?
Your tears rolled down your face as the rain started. You couldn’t believe he’d stood you up.
How could he just forget about you like that?
“Fucking stupid… I’m so fucking stupid,” you cried.
You tried to call Yoongi but your phone died. With a sigh you started to walk. It was maybe two miles back to your apartment and the rain didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon.
You didn’t even have an umbrella to cover you up.
You shivered as you walked down the street, it was getting cold for a summer night.
As you walked your legs cramped from the chill and the soaked clothes clinging to you.
“Y/N?” A voice called from the road. You turned your head and saw Mr. Jeon getting out of his car and hurrying over to you.
“M-Mr. Jeon,” you stammered out.
“Oh sweetheart what happened?! Why are you out here in the rain?” He said, taking off his jacket and covering you.
You broke down in tears all over again. Mr. Jeon ushered you to the car, turning up the heat.
His driver was waiting patiently, giving you a smile.
“Tell me what happened, why are you soaked?”
“J-Jungkook and I were supposed to… to go to the new boba shop downtown and… and I waited for six hours and he never showed,” you cried, shivering in his seat.
Mr. Jeon’s face turned furious.
“He did what?”
“W-When he forgot my parents' anniversary… h-he wanted to make it up to me so… so I asked him to meet me there for the opening so we could… just hang out and… I tried to call him… text him… he didn’t answer,” you hiccuped.
Mr. Jeon growled in frustration.
“Edward, take us to my son’s apartment please, I’d like to have a word with him,” Mr. Jeon said coldly.
“No, Mr. Jeon please it’s not-”
“If my son is going to treat a woman like this, he is not ready to take over the company. He needs to learn a valuable lesson. And he needs to see what happens when he hurts people,” he stated firmly.
You were quiet for the rest of the car ride.
Mr. Jeon took you up the elevator, rubbing your shoulders to try and get you to warm up.
He didn’t even knock on the door, he barged in and hollered loudly. “Jeon Jungkook, you come here this instant!”
It was late, so Jungkook stumbled out of his room in his sweatpants.
He’d been sleeping?
“Dad? What are you-Y/N? Why are you wet?”
Mr. Jeon slammed his fist on the door to shut it behind you so hard it made you jump.
“Kitchen. Now.”
Jungkook swallowed in fear, but nodded, heading towards the kitchen as his father escorted you and sat you down. Jungkook looked at you in confusion.
“Jeon Jungkook tell me right now why I found Y/N walking through the streets alone and soaked!”
“I don’t know dad! I have no idea why she was out there!”
“You don’t remember?” You squeaked out. “Y-You forgot me? Again?”
Jungkook’s face turned frustrated for a moment. “Y/N, why were you out in the rain?”
“I was waiting…”
“Jungkook, do you remember what you asked for? Do you remember that you forgot her parents' anniversary?”
“I apologized and I asked…” recognition and horror crossed his face. “Oh fuck… the boba shop… I swore I put it on my calendar! I-It wasn’t today originally was it-”
“Jungkook! That doesn’t matter,” Mr. Jeon rubbed his face in frustration.
“Jungkook, she waited for you for six hours! Where were you!?”
“Elsie and I got lunch and then she came over for a while and… and then we um,” he rubbed his neck. And then you saw it. A dark purple mark on his neck.
They’d slept together.
You wanted to throw up.
“Jungkook, I raised you better than this! You know better than to treat the people you claim to care about this way! How dare you leave her soaked and waiting in the rain for you! Do you know how dangerous it could’ve been? She was walking home! In the fucking rain and that damn shop was nearly three miles away from her apartment!” He screamed.
You shrunk at the realization.
He didn’t care…
The second a pretty girl comes along, he forgets all about you. Are you that boring? That uninteresting?
Bam came over and set his head on your lap, whimpering at the loud noises.
“Dad I’m sor-”
“Don’t you dare apologize to me before you say sorry to her,” he snarled.
Jungkook frowned. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he said softly.
“Jungkook I-”
“I’m taking you off the merger,” Mr. Jeon declared.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. “B-But dad I’ve worked so hard!”
“You’ve forgotten, Jungkook. You’ve forgotten about what really matters. All the money in the world couldn’t buy you love… it can’t buy you happiness. Money can’t fix what you’ve done wrong,” Mr. Jeon said.
“But I’ve worked so long to do this! You can’t just take me off of it! The board will think I’m incompetent!”
“And maybe you are!”
The room got quiet.
“I should’ve known you were too young to take over, you’re not ready yet. I’ve told you time and time again that at the end of the day the company isn’t what’s important. Your family, your friends Jungkook, that’s what’s important!” He yelled.
“I know that!”
“Clearly you don’t! Have you even checked your phone?”
Jungkook was about to argue when he saw your face, you couldn’t even look at him.
“No, I haven’t,” he said.
Mr. Jeon looked at you.
“I called you…” you whispered. “I thought something bad had happened, because I believed you couldn’t forget me… not again,” you sniffled.
“Bug…”
“Don’t…” you begged. “Please don’t.”
You really tried to tamp down the anger, the fury. There were so many good memories with Jungkook.
But recently, not only his behavior but the behavior of people who wanted something from you just because he was your friend.
You’d never felt so utterly used.
“Do I really not matter enough to you? All these years of being your best friend and… and this is how you treat me? I know you’re busy, I know work is hard. But school is hard too, people aren’t nice all the time and sometimes I wish I could call you, but I don’t want to bother you at work,” You cried harder.
“Y/N please-”
“I called everyone trying to find you! I texted you! I called you, I even called your office! I was so petrified, I didn’t want to interrupt but they told me you were out! Why, Jungkook? Why… why don’t I matter to you at all?”
“That’s not true!” He cried.
“Then how could you forget me?! Again!” You screamed.
Mr. Jeon looked down.
Jungkook was stunned.
You never screamed at him, you didn’t scream at anybody. You were always so soft, so gentle and tender. You were understanding.
But Jungkook hurt you.
More than once.
And you were tired of it.
“I’m so sick of the person I love more than anything, hurting me like this… if this is how you’re going to treat me then I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” you said, voice breaking.
“No, Y/N, please! Please don’t do this, I love you so much, bug, please!” He said, tears in his own eyes.
“I love you too, but it’s not enough, Jungkook… I’m never going to be enough for you, and I’m tired of trying. Good luck with Elsie, good luck with being a billionaire, and good luck with the company… it’s obviously important,” you said, standing on shaky legs. “Mr. Jeon, I’d like to go home now… will you please take me?”
“No! Let me take you, let’s talk about this bug, don’t do this!” Jungkook sobbed, standing up.
“I’ll take you home, Y/N, come along,” Mr. Jeon said.
“Goodbye, Jeon… hope it’s worth it,” you said, turning to leave.
Jungkook scrambled to grab you, to plead to beg, whatever it took for you not to walk out that door. His chest ached at the sight of your swollen eyes and soaked frame.
He fucked up. He knew that, but if he could just explain…
Just as he was about to grab your wrist you turned and slapped him.
Hard.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Please, Jungkook. Just let me go.”
Jungkook froze, his cheek stinging but he could hardly feel it over the agonizing pain that flared in his chest.
The door shut firmly, leaving Jungkook in his apartment.
He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
He was a fool…
And he’d lost you for good.
You called Yoongi a few days later.
“He forgot me,” you said softly.
“He what?”
“He never showed up that night… his dad found me walking home in the rain,” you explained.
“That motherfucker…” Yoongi growled.
“I told him I was done. I’m not going to see him anymore and I’m no longer his friend,” you said, your heart breaking with each word.
“Is that what you want?” Yoongi asked.
“Yes…?” You said it like it was a question.
“Well, it’s still fresh and it still hurts. Give yourself time to heal, maybe you can be friends again. He’s important to you,” Yoongi offered.
“But I’m not important to him,” you said, a few tears pricking your eyes.
“I wouldn’t say that either,” he sighed.
“Huh?”
“You two have been friends for over thirteen years Y/N, he cares about you. You can’t be friends with someone that long and not care about them,” he said.
“But he forgot-”
“I understand that, he was a shitty friend recently. And you gave him a chance and he didn’t follow through, but thirteen years is a long time. It’s hard to wipe the slate clean and walk away from that. I’m not saying you have to forgive him now, or ever. Forgiveness is mainly for you, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more happy than when he’s around,” he said gently.
“I-I know…” you whispered.
“You never told him you love him, you should do that,” Yoongi stated.
“I can’t… not now,” you frowned.
“Maybe not now… maybe not even in a few months. But, if those feelings don’t go away? You need to say something to him,” he said firmly.
“Okay, I’ll… I’ll think about it,” you sighed.
“Hey, it’s your life and relationships, you do what you think is best but… that kind of love isn’t something you should ever-ever walk away from, no matter what,” he said.
“I’ll think about it, Yoongi, thank you,” you said.
You said goodbye and stared out your window.
Would you ever be able to forgive him?
Months passed and Jungkook stayed far away from you.
Just as you asked.
No texts.
No calls.
Nothing.
But even after four months apart, you still couldn’t delete his number from your phone.
You’d made a friend with a girl from your anthropology class. Yeri.
She’s super sweet and bubbly, kind and always down for some fun.
It was nice having a female friend. You were usually surrounded by men.
“Oooh, I like this one!” She said with a smile, holding up your emerald green cocktail dress Jungkook had gifted you on your 21st birthday.
Seeing it hurt your heart, but you knew you’d look good in it.
Jungkook had always had impeccable taste.
“Yeah, I like it,” you smiled.
You two were going to the club tonight, and you wanted to get smashed. News of Jungkook’s engagement to Elsie had been swarming the tabloids. Your heart ached at the thought of him being with someone else.
But you’d washed your hands clean of him.
Or so you thought...
Yeri and you arrived at the club a little after eleven.
The party was just getting started.
She went over and got you two some drinks, starting the night off with assessing your possible conquests. Yeri was bold and unashamed of her flirtatious nature. She’d never seen you go after any man! Even though you weren’t lacking attention from the opposite sex.
You just knew that you still weren’t over Jungkook. You missed him so much, your finger had hovered over his number so many times. His contact photo always made your chest ache. A cute selfie of him that he’d taken when he got you this phone for your birthday last year. It was nearing that time again. Fall was in full swing and winter was sure to follow.
Yeri pouted when you spaced out.
“Y/N? Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been kinda down today?”
You had been.
It was the first year you hadn’t spent Jungkook’s birthday with him since you’d been friends and you heard from Jimin that he hadn’t done the usual big bash. Just something small and lowkey. Not his style at all. Jin said he didn’t even really want to celebrate this year, he’d been working so much and he didn’t care if anyone remembered his birthday.
You almost broke that night.
You had been sleeping when your reminder pinged at 12:00 AM on September first.
JUNGKOOKIE’S 25TH BIRTHDAY!!!!!
You’d managed to fall back asleep after sobbing in your pillows, but the ache still remained. You even had his birthday present wrapped in your closet. You’d saved up some money to get him a nice silver bracelet.
You got a cute engraving on it and everything.
JK + Y/N BFFs <3
But, time changes. It’s ever flowing and it’s difficult to comprehend.
However, you hoped he was still having fun. Still able to smile brightly, to laugh with his whole chest, to enjoy food that makes him happy, to-
“Y/N? Hey!”
You startled, realizing you’d been day dreaming...
Again.
“I’ll just be your wingwoman okay?” You said.
Yeri frowned but nodded. “Alright babe, I’m thinking of talking to that guy over there,” she pointed to an attractive man on the dance floor. He was moving his hips to the beat in a tantalizing fashion and you knew immediately why Yeri would love to take him home.
“Alright, game on,” you said, downing your drink.
The night progressed and Yeri discovered this Hoseok guy was quite the charmer.
They danced and hit it off rather well, and you watched from the bar as you drank yourself stupid...
--
It was nearing two in the morning and you were wasted.
Yeri and Hoseok were heading out but she was insistent that she find a ride for you before she left.
“Yerrrriiiii~” you cooed, leaning against her heavily.
“God you’re so drunk,” Yeri whined, trying to keep you upright.
“Should we call her a cab?” Hoseok asked, worried.
“No… if I can’t ride with her then I’m worried she might get hurt… Y/N, sweetie, give me your phone okay?” She asked.
You didn’t object, handing it over to her.
She scrolled through and found your emergency contacts.
“Kook with a red heart emoji?” She wondered aloud.
“Probably her boyfriend or something, try it. If they don’t answer we can figure something else out,” Hoseok said, attempting to get you to drink some water.
“Right, yeah,” Yeri hit the call button.
It rang a few times before a tired voice answered.
“Hello?” It asked.
“Hi… um… is this Kook?” Yeri asked.
“Who’s calling?” His voice sounded annoyed.
“I’m sorry, my name is Yeri. I’m a friend of Y/N’s? She’s super drunk at a bar and I’m worried about her getting home safe,” she said.
“Y/N…?” The voice sounded weak, like he was ready to cry.
“I-Is this a bad time? I can just call her a cab, but-”
“No! No, I’ll come and get her, where are you?” He asked.
“Nightshade club, on Latner Street? Know the one?”
“I do, I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said before hanging up.
Yeri helped you to a chair, trying to keep you from falling over.
“Poor Y/N, I shouldn't have let you drink this much,” she frowned.
“Sss’otayyy, Yerrrriiii!” You slurred.
“Someone’s coming to get you okay? He’ll be here soon, alright?”
You nodded your head, mind spinning.
Shortly, a nice black car rolled up to the club.
A very handsome young man approached Yeri, who was still struggling to keep you from the bar.
“Y/N! Don’t climb up there!” She cried.
“Who are you?” Hoseok asked, moving to grab the young man in case he got too close to the two ladies.
“I’m Jungkook, I’m here for her,” he nodded at you, trying to climb the bar.
“Y/N! Stop!” Yeri yelled.
“Dunnn wannnaaaaa~”
Jungkook frowned, he’d rarely seen you this drunk. You must be upset...
Even on your 21st birthday you'd kept it pretty classy.
“Bug, it’s time to get down, you need to go home before you get hurt,” Jungkook said, softly.
Your head turned to see him. Your eyes sparkled when you realized he was there.
“Kook!” You cried, clambering down from the bar and stumbling over to him. “You’re here…” you trailed off, hands smoothing over his chest. Jungkook tried to keep himself from crying into your arms as he turned you to your friends. Or at the very least, the people who’d kept you alive for the night.
“Yes, I’m here. Say goodbye to your friends and thank them,” he said, holding your shoulder to steady you.
“Bye Yeri! Bye Hoseok! Thanks!” You said.
Jungkook sighed and was glad you weren’t slapping him five ways to Sunday.
“Come on bug, time to go home,” he said.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Carry me?” You asked, lips pouting.
Jungkook’s heart stammered in his chest. Being away from you for so long had made him weak. He’d usually tease you for being so clingy when drunk, but right now he couldn’t say no. He picked you up easily, covering you with his arms.
Yeri moved and placed her hand on his shoulder. Jungkook turned back and looked at her with confusion.
Her eyes were stern. “I shared her location with me earlier, you better take care of her. If she’s not home in twenty minutes I’m calling the cops,” she warned.
Jungkook moved to say something when you peeped up from his arms, looking over his shoulder happily.
“Issokay Yeri! Kook won’t hurt me, he loves me,” you smiled, obviously inebriated. Your cheek was squished against his shoulder as your eyes blinked slowly in your friend’s direction. Jungkook’s chest tightened at your statement.
God... if you only knew how true that was...
Yeri gave Jungkook a skeptical look before nodding.
“She’s been sad lately, I don’t think I’ve seen her this excited since I met her,” she said good naturedly. “You seem to make her happy, but please keep her safe.”
Jungkook nodded. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he promised.
Not even myself...
He carried you to the car, getting you buckled in and getting himself situated before taking off.
You were pretty quiet throughout the whole ride. He’d even thought you’d fallen asleep at one point.
But when he pulled up to your apartment you were still awake, blinking at him as he undid your seatbelt.
“I missed you, Kook,” you sighed, trying to stand up but only succeeding in falling into his arms.
Jungkook quickly grabbed you, holding you upright. Your eyes were bright in the street light next to your apartment. God... He’d missed you so much, he’d missed your big eyes and how expressive you were.
But he knew he shouldn’t enjoy this...
You probably wouldn’t even remember he’d been there when you woke up.
“I missed you too, Y/N,” he said softly, lifting you into the air and carrying you to your apartment. “Keys? Bug? Where are your keys,” he asked, brushing your hair away from your face.
“Purse...” you mumbled, already getting sleepy on him.
He fiddled with your purse for just a second before grabbing the key ring. His heart stopped when he saw you still had the one he’d purchased for you. Cute little cherry blossoms in resin. He knew how much you loved the flowers, he’d even planned to take you to Japan the following year so you could see them like in all those animes the two of you watched.
But he’d fucked that up.
He’d fucked it up so, so badly and now you’d never go see the cherry blossoms with him... He’d never get to sleep on your couch with you again after a marvel marathon. He couldn’t text you when Bam was being a brat... Ever since that night in his apartment Bam had been a menace to Jungkook. Nipping at him and even growling sometimes.
And his dog missed you too.
Bam wouldn’t play with the toy you’d given him anymore, he just held it in his mouth and laid by the door sometimes. It broke Jungkook’s heart to see his dog missing you too. Because Jungkook wasn’t doing much better.
He’d sit in his office and stare at the picture of you two after you graduated highschool. He’d been so proud of you. And you were just happy to start your life...
And now?
Here you were, getting black out drunk because he’d been a shitty friend. He’d broken your heart and he’d never be able to forgive himself for that.
“Find it?” you asked, voice soft and breathy.
Jungkook jolted before nodding, quickly getting the door unlocked and you inside. He set your feet on the floor as he tried to shut the door behind him. But you were already making things difficult. “Kook? Hey~” you said, poking his cheek. “Why won’t you look at me?” you asked, pouting.
You got so clingy when you were drunk.
Jungkook used to make fun of you and your tipsy antics but right now? He was so starved for your touch he would do damn near anything to keep you in his arms just a moment longer.
Because now he’d have to let you go again.
And it was going to fucking suck.
“Just getting the door closed, Bug. Give me just a second,” he said, holding you up as he managed to get the damn thing to latch. You still hadn’t fixed it, even though Jungkook told you several times he could call someone to get it done.
‘Nah!’
You’d say with a bright smile.
‘Gives me a project to do later.’
Damn, he was about to cry over a damn door.
This was pathetic.
But so fucking true.
Karma was a bitch and now she was making him suffer. He’d been a shit to you, and not only you. He’d been an asshole to his other friends after you’d left as well. They managed to get him on the right track, but he wasn’t the same.
He wasn’t sure he ever would be.
Karma.
“Hey... Kook?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Yes bug?” he asked, attempting to get you to your bedroom so he could at least get your makeup and shoes off.
“Are you real? Is this a dream?” you asked.
He swallowed a sob.
Even in your drunken stupor, you remembered what he did. You remembered what happened and you knew that you weren’t friends anymore.
So what would be better?
A dream that you wouldn’t even remember when you woke up?
Or a reality that could upset you even more?
“It’s a dream, bug, go to sleep. You’ll wake up all nice and warm in your bed, nice coffee-”
You made a noise against his shoulder. Jungkook thought for a second you might throw up but that’s when he felt wetness seeping into his shirt.
You were crying.
“I knew it wouldn’t be true...” you hiccuped, resting your head on his shoulder. “I was hoping you were here... I was hoping you came to get me, that you didn’t delete my number and that you were still my friend.”
Jungkook’s eyes got watery too. Fuck... He wanted to tell you, he wanted to comfort you.
“I’m here now,” he said, lifting your head so he could wipe your eyes. Your mascara was everywhere and your lipstick was smeared from drinking and now crying into his shoulder. “Even if it’s a dream, I’m still here,” he said.
“But you won’t be when I wake up...”
Another sob swallowed.
“No... I won’t be, Bug,” he said, letting a few of his own tears fall. “But that’s okay, because Yeri will be. She’s a great friend to you, huh? She’s nice, tell me about her,” he tried.
“I never wanted anyone but you,” you cried.
He couldn’t do this... He absolutely could not do this. He couldn’t leave you again, he couldn’t just walk away when you were so sad. And he was too... He was weak.
Your hands on his cheeks startled him.
He was crying too. And he was crying hard.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I fucked up our friendship, I made you think you didn’t matter. I’m so so so sorry, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Please, believe me when I say it wasn’t intentional, I never wanted to lose you. If-If I could take it back, I would. I would meet you at that cute boba shop, I’d bring flowers because you love them, not because I fucked up. I-I love you, and I miss you. Always will. But, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your friendship, I took you for granted and I lost you. That’s how it works.”
He cried as he pushed his forehead against yours, trying to will his apology into your inebriated mind. He knew it wouldn’t stick, he knew you wouldn’t remember. But here and now... He’d at least apologized, he’d at least given you something.
“I love you too, I miss you too,” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please don’t leave, I don’t want to wake up and you not be there.”
“You’ve done it before, you’ll survive,” he promised.
“What if I don’t? What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there, huh?” you whimpered, hiding your face in his neck.
“Don’t say that bug,” he begged, rubbing your back. “Don’t say stuff like that, I’m not worth dying over.”
“You are to me...” you cried, clutching him tightly.
Jungkook’s head hurt from how much he was crying. But he pulled himself together. “Come on, you need to go to sleep. You’re tired and you’re not going to feel too good if you keep this up,” he sighed, lifting you into his arms again and carrying you to your room.
He sat you on the bed and managed to get your heels off. He set them nicely by your closet, even sticking some paper towel in them so they wouldn’t wrinkle. He noticed your dress and sighed. He’d bought it for you for your birthday and he just knew you’d look incredible in it. You always begged him not to get you designer stuff, even though he literally was the heir to a fashion mogul. So, he’d shopped on your favorite site and found one you’d look good in.
Even if it was on the pricery end of the website it didn’t even scratch the surface of the money he was prepared to dump on you for your birthday.
But you never wanted it.
You’d always asked for the same things.
A new book.
Some new pens.
New fuzzy socks.
More coffee pods.
A night in with him and some friends.
You didn’t want extravagant. You didn’t think people who did were snobby or high maintenance. You always said that just because a person liked nice things, didn’t mean they weren’t a nice person. If only he didn’t prove you wrong...
All you wanted was his time.
And he didn’t realize that until you didn’t want anything from him anymore.
“Jungkook...” you said, while he was taking off your makeup.
You didn’t sound as drunk anymore, but your glossy eyes told him you were on the verge of falling asleep.
“Yes bug, what’s up?” he said, trying to sound calm.
“Will you stay? Just until I’m asleep, will you stay with me until then?” you asked, eyes filling with tears all over again.
He didn’t have the heart to say no.
“Of course, bug. I’ll stay until you’re asleep.”
He managed to get your makeup off and you in bed, snuggled up nice and comfortable. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, ready to head home when your voice spoke up.
“I’m not asleep yet, you can’t leave...”
Jungkook turned to see you, eyes sparkling with tears as you fought sleep. He’d never seen you work so hard to not fall asleep before. You were always ready to pass out when you’d gotten done drinking. Honestly he was impressed you’d made it this far.
“Y/N, go to sleep. You need to rest, you’re tired,” he said, giving your hip a gentle pat.
“Then let me look at you,” you begged, reaching for him. “If it’s the last time I’m gonna see you then I want to remember you, I want to remember every inch of your face so I never forget. Please,” you cried. You were over tired at this point, Jungkook could tell from a mile away.
You were always so weepy and dramatic when you got too tired. But he knew the desperation you felt. He wanted the same, to look at you head to toe. Remember every inch of you, even if the memory would break his heart, at least he had it.
Jungkook let a few more tears fall down his cheeks. He wanted so badly to curl up with you in your bed, talk about your day, the newest anime you were watching. How you were handling school...
“You don’t want to remember me the way I am now, Y/N, I’m angry and sad and not nearly someone worthy of you remembering,” he said, wiping his eyes furiously.
“I think I should decide that,” you said, eyes drooping. You were almost out.
He took your hand in his, placing it on his face as he leaned forward enough so you wouldn’t have to stretch too far to touch him. You smoothed your fingers over his face, tracing the familiar features like you had when you were younger. You were the type of person who loved to run your fingers along all the sweaters in the store, the soft blankets in his apartment, your fuzzy socks as you pulled them up over your feet. And, his face. You’d always done it when he was upset. It gave him something to focus on. Your touch soothed him, made him relax and he felt so at ease when you were there.
There was no pretense, no expectations.
Just you and him.
Unfortunately, all too soon, your hand slowly fell from his cheek onto his shoulder. A soft snore echoing through the room.
Jungkook allowed himself to break then.
He cried, holding your hand against his cheek as he tried to calm down enough to at least drive home. But fuck...
Fuck it hurt so bad.
--
You woke up feeling like you’d gone to hell and back all in one evening.
And you didn’t remember a damn thing.
Well, you remember Yeri and Hoseok...
You remember wanting to dance on the bar, but... After that?
You winced as you sat up. A glass of water and medicine by your bed. You tilted your head and frowned for a second.
Yeri must’ve put it there for you.
You gave a soft smile before taking the medicine and getting up. Your head hurt and your face was super puffy like you’d been crying. Damn, you hoped you hadn’t made Yeri uncomfortable at all. You weren’t super close, but you’d like to be.
She was really kind and genuine so you were really hoping that your night of drunken stupor hadn’t frightened her off.
You’d been drunk around her before but not blackout.
Thankfully, Yeri called later so you could apologize.
“Yerrriii~” you whined, hiding your face in the couch. “I don’t want to hear about my drunken escapades. I’m embarrassed enough as it is!”
“Ah, sweetie,” she chuckled. “No need to be, I apologized to the bartender and he was cool about it. Hoseok wasn’t even phased, he said he had a friend who was wilder than you when drunk! Crazy huh?”
“Well at least you got to go home with a cute guy!” you smirked.
Yeri sounded confused as she spoke next. “You went home with someone too, your boyfriend right?”
“Huh?” you sat up. “What do you mean, Yeri? I thought you brought me home?”
“No, Hoseok and I couldn’t figure out how to get you home and then me home without getting one of those big Ubers that are stupid expensive and I didn’t want to leave you alone in a cab so we called and this super hot guy showed up! Calling you sweet little nicknames and you said he loves you so I just assumed-”
“What was his name? Yeri?” your voice was strained.
Did he come for you?
At two in the morning did he wake up and drive halfway across the town just for you?
“Um... someone named, uh-Kook? With a little red heart emoji?” she clarified.
Suddenly you felt sick, sicker than you had when you woke up.
Jungkook...
“Shit...” you said, eyes welling up with tears.
“Y/N? What’s wrong? Should I not have called him? Did he hurt you!? Are you okay? I’ll kill him what-”
“No, Yeri... He’s a good guy, I’ve known him for years. We had a-uh... Falling out a few months ago, so,” you coughed awkwardly, trying to stave off the agony piling up in your throat.
��Well... He seemed pretty worried about you. Seems to care about you a lot, to come all that way to pick you up and take you home,” she said, trying to make you feel better.
But it only made you feel worse.
“Thanks, Yeri... I’m gonna be late for class if I don’t get moving. Sorry, I’ll chat later?”
“Sure, Y/N, take it easy!”
--
You’d never been good at reading your own body.
If you were sick, you were always the last one to pick up on it. Jungkook was always the one who seemed to notice you wheezing, your sore throat and coughing.
But even you were starting to think that maybe you should go see a doctor...
It’d been two weeks since Jungkook had picked you up from the bar, and he hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t texted, hadn’t called or even checked in on you through his friends you still spoke to.
Yoongi was the one to mention you looking unwell.
“You look like shit.”
He could’ve said it nicer but he got his point across.
“I’m fine,” you said, voice scratchy and head throbbing.
“If you’re fine then I’m fucking Hercules,” he snorted. “After class go get some tea and sleep, okay?”
You nodded.
But you were a big, fat liar.
It was reaching damn near ten o’clock and the library at your school was closing.
You’d been trying to finish this project all night and you hadn’t gotten an ounce of work done. The words were all jumbled, your mind was mush and you were so tired you were fighting to stay awake.
As you were walking up the steps to your apartment you could feel something was wrong. You weren’t okay, you really needed to see a doctor...
Your head was spinning, your chest felt heavy and you could tell you had a fever with how hard your hands were shaking as you tried to get into your apartment.
You grabbed your phone, desperately trying to call Yoongi or Yeri to come and help you.
Neither answered.
It was late... They probably wouldn’t even see you called until the morning...
Could you call him?
He came before...
In your delirious and frightened stupor you hit call, your knees were shaking and you were panting into the phone.
“Hello?”
His voice...
Oh fuck, his voice...
“Jungkook,” you whimpered, head foggy as you tried to stay on your feet.
“Y/N...? Why are you calling me-”
Your mind was blacking out. The edges of your vision going dark as you tried to keep yourself upright.
“Kook... help me...”
And everything went dark.
--
Work was hell.
It was so late and he just wanted to fucking go home and drink.
Ever since he took you home a few weeks back he’d been having a hard time sleeping. All he could see was your crying face as you begged him to be there when you woke up.
And his calendar was just fucking crammed.
Jungkook was struggling to keep up with everything. He had wedding planning to do, dinners to arrange, meetings to attend and-
Ring ring... Ring ring...
Who the fuck was calling right now!?
Jungkook didn’t even look at the phone as he answered it.
“Hello?” he asked into the receiver.
Soft panting came through the phone. “Jungkook...”
That was your voice.
His heart was beating a million miles a minute. What were you calling him for?
Were you drunk again?
“Y/N...? Why are you calling me-”
He didn’t even get to finish his statement before his stomach dropped to the floor.
In your weak, shaking voice you called for him.
“Kook... help me...” you pleaded before he heard a loud thud and the phone fall.
“Y/N?” he asked.
No response.
“Y/N, hey!” he called. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
Still no response.
He didn’t know where you were, he didn’t know what was going on.
But he was going to find you.
Thank God you didn’t block his number. He kept your call open as he tried to use location tracking on his phone.
“Bug? Can you hear me? What’s going on, where are you?” he asked, trying to see if you’d talk.
His phone pinged with the location.
Your apartment.
You were at home.
Without any second thoughts he burst out of his office and took off down the hall, grabbing his keys and wallet and bolting down the stairs to his car. He wasn’t waiting for a fucking elevator.
He stayed on the line the whole way to the parking structure, trying to talk to you. Trying to see what was going on. When he finally got to his car the call dropped.
He panicked and kept trying to call you back, but your phone must’ve died.
“Shit, shit!” he said, jumping into the front seat and driving erratically down the road.
He was shocked no one pulled him over with how recklessly he was driving. You’d scold him for it later, but right now he needed to know you were okay. Even if you slapped the shit out of him, beat him and told him to never come near you again.
He needed to know you’d be okay...
When he pulled up to your apartment building he flew up the steps and to your door. It wasn’t latched, so he pushed it open and found you laying on the floor.
“Y/N!” he cried, falling to his knees next to you. “Hey, hey are you okay? Y/N, sweetheart hey!” he called, trying to get you to wake up.
You were burning up and he came to the conclusion you were sick.
And you’d put it off like you always do.
Carefully he tried to sit you up when he noticed the blood on the floor. His heart stopped as he checked you over but found it had come from your nose. You must be really sick if you were like this. Usually you’d see a doctor if it got this bad but, apparently you didn’t catch it quick enough this time.
With strength he didn’t know he had, he hauled you into his arms and carried you to the car.
He just hoped you’d be okay.
What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there?
--
Everything ached.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw you were in a hospital bed.
There was an older woman checking a clipboard at the end of your bed who met your eyes and smiled gently. “Hello sweetheart,” she said.
“H-Hi...?” you asked, trying to sit up.
“Ah ah,” she stopped you, coming close to help you settle back in. “Try not to move a lot just yet. You’ve been out for a whole day,” she said.
You looked outside and noticed it was dark... But not from the night you passed out, it was the next night.
“Oh...” you said, biting your lip sheepishly.
“That boyfriend of yours is going to have a fit you woke up and he’s not here,” she chuckled.
“Boyfriend?” you asked.
“Oh, I don’t mean to assume. The one who brought you here. He carried you in here all panicked. We thought you were going into labor with how he was acting,” she chuckled, but it was good natured. “He was so worried about you, calling you bug and sweetheart, holding your hand when the doctors came in to check on you. We just assumed you two were together because... how in love he is with you,” she said softly.
Jungkook...?
In love with you...?
“Where is he?” you asked as she lifted a cup of water to your lips for you to drink.
“Ah, unfortunately his dad came and sent him home. He’d been at work all day when you’d called and then he stayed until just about an hour ago,” she said.
He was with you for almost twenty-four hours?
“He... he didn’t leave at all?” you asked.
“No, he got snippy with the nurses a few times though. But we knew he didn’t mean anything by it, he’s worried about you,” she said.
“I-Is his dad still here?” you asked.
“Yes, he is. Do you want me to get him?” she offered.
“Yes... Yes I’d like to speak with him please,” you said.
She nodded and disappeared out of the room and down the hall.
He came for you...
You called and he came for you.
He carried you into the hospital and was worried, he snipped at some nurses because he was worried...
We just assumed you two were together because... how in love he is with you...
Jungkook, loves you?
“Y/N?” Mr. Jeon’s voice echoed loud in your ears as you turned to look at the door.
He looked good for not having seen him in almost five months. You gave him a kind smile before he came over and squeezed your hand gently.
“You scared us,” he said, holding your hand carefully. “Jungkook called me in hysterics, saying you were dying in the hospital and I had to come see you and then he wasn’t making any sense-anyways,” he said, another squeeze to your hand.
If he wasn’t making any sense how did he drive home?
Was he okay?
Did he eat anything? Drink anything-
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I called Naomi and she came and got him. I told her to make sure he drank water and had something to eat before he went to bed, okay?” he said, reassuring you.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling tears fall down your cheeks.
Mr. Jeon shook his head, wrapping you up in his arms gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. Least of all to me, Jungkook’s the one who was about ready to have an aneurysm because of a fever.”
You sighed. “He’s always been melodramatic, why stop now?” you joked.
Mr. Jeon chuckled softly, giving a nod before stepping back. “He’s going to be devastated you woke up and he wasn’t here... He kept babbling about how you’d die if you woke up and he was gone.”
What if I die because I wake up and you’re not there?
Wait...
You’d said that.
It’s fuzzy, and makes your mouth taste sour but. You remember saying that to Jungkook.
Suddenly, you were thrown back into that night.
Asking him if he was a dream.
Asking him if he would stay.
“When will he be back?” You asked, your voice wobbling.
Mr. Jeon gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Probably in a few hours, get some rest. I’ll stay until he comes back, okay?”
You could hear his voice in the sea of sleep, his warmth enveloping you and holding you close.
“Did she wake up at all?” You could hear Jungkook’s exhaustion, he likely wasn’t gone long enough to get a full night's rest.
“She did, but it wasn’t for long,” a nurse said.
“D-Did she ask for anything? Anyone?” He said, looking at you.
He was still bone tired, but he only let himself sleep for a few hours. What if you needed him? What if the hospital called and you-
“Kook…?” Your voice was scratchy you noticed, making you clear your throat before opening your eyes.
Jungkook stood frozen in the room. As if waiting for you to send him away, waiting for you to yell at him. But all you could do was reach, begging him to come closer.
He didn’t make you wait, moving forward quickly as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he said, voice strained with worry. “Never fucking do that again, I thought you’d died,” he croaked, kissing your head briefly, he winced when he pulled away because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that... He just did it without thinking, oh God what if-
“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, moving back to look at your face. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I was a bad friend and got you into this mess,” he frowned.
“It’s not your fault I don’t know when I’m sick,” you said with a soft smile.
“Y/N…”
You shook your head, bringing him back in for another hug. Jungkook sighed, resting against you lightly, allowing himself to feel at ease for the first time in months.
Mr. Jeon walked in, knocking on the door before Yeri and Yoongi both walked in behind him.
“Y/N!!” Yeri cried, rushing forward. Jungkook stepped aside for a moment so she could squeeze you. “Jesus I saw your missed calls and when an older man answered your phone I got so worried,” she said. “But it turns out Mr. Jeon is pretty alright,” she said with a kind smile.
“Alright, move over Yeri,” Yoongi chuckled, giving you a gentle hug as well.
The two started chatting with you, asking about things that Jungkook didn’t know about.
Your new semester has started and he wasn’t privy to your schedule anymore. So he stood back, letting your friends speak and make you feel better. Even though he was desperate to do it himself.
Mr. Jeon watched as his son left the room, walking down the hall with his head hung low. He sighed, sending a quick glance your way. You were speaking to your friends but your eyes were still trying to find Jungkook after he’d left the room. Mr. Jeon gave you a nod before following him.
“Jungkook, son,” he called, jogging down the hallway to grab him.
“Her friends are here, she doesn’t need me anymore… Did we pay for the expenses? If not let me do it,” Jungkook said, grabbing his wallet out when his dad stopped him.
“Son, why are you running away from her?” He asked softly.
Jungkook tensed up, biting his lip as he struggled to keep his composure. “Because… her friends are there, the ones who always chose her. The ones who didn’t forget her, the ones who prioritized her… the ones who deserve her,” he whispered.
“Jungkook…” his father said, his tone gentle. “People make mistakes, people learn and they grow. You may not have been deserving of her friendship a few months ago… but now you might be able to ask her if maybe-maybe she’d like to try again,” he offered.
“What if she says no?” He whimpered. “I can’t keep letting her go, it hurts too much,” he said.
His dad brought him in for a tight hug, patting his back a few times to ease his cries. “Then you’ll respect her decision, but something tells me this time apart was just as hard on her as it was for you,” he stated.
Jungkook nodded, sniffling and wiping his eyes before he looked back towards your room. You were laughing with Yeri, Yoongi scowling but not in an angry way.
Yours and Jungkook’s dynamic had always been complex but it had never been hard.
He waited patiently in the hall until Yoongi and Yeri left. Not without looking at Jungkook. Yeri stopped and waved at him, Yoongi gave him a nod before leading her back down the hall.
Jungkook stood and walked back to your room. He waited by the door, standing there as he looked at you. “Hi…” he said, looking down at his feet for a moment.
You looked at him. He was clearly tired, his shoulders slumped forward.
“Hi,” you said softly. “You can come in Jungkook.”
He stood still, taking a few deep breaths before walking in and standing next to your bed.
He’d been crying…
“The doctor said that once your fever comes down they’ll send you home,” he said, voice quiet.
“Yeah? That’s good then, right? Yeri said she’d get notes for me for some of our classes at least,” you stated.
Jungkook nodded and the room went quiet. It was awkward how the silence hung between you two when it was usually nonexistent.
But Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to make things okay again. Where did he start?
“Kook…?” You asked, looking at his spaced out expression. His eyes snapped to yours as he seemed to be spiraling. “Hey, do you need a hug?” You asked, already reaching for him.
You didn’t even realize you were doing it. Your body knew his ques and tells so well at this point. He was fiddling with his sleeves, and he couldn’t hold your gaze too long.
He was nervous, almost scared.
But he was also weak. Weak for you and your affection. So he moved to accept your embrace, hugging you tightly. His head slotted where it always did, right in your neck. He sighed shakily, like this was almost painful for him.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Jungkook?” You asked, voice tender. You were talking like you always did.
The memory of your red eyes and raw throat once you yelled at him in his apartment haunted him. So to hear your normal voice, not one filled with tears or booze or anger… just you…
Jungkook choked on a sob, winding his arms around you tighter, leaning into your touch like he was used to. Finally allowing himself to feel your embrace.
Even if it would be the last time you’d let him.
“Jungkook…? Please talk to me, what’s wrong?” You asked, running your fingers over his brows, gently sweeping your thumb along his jawline.
Tracing his features like you always do.
“I fucking miss you,” he cried into your skin, holding you closer still.
He didn’t add any kind of grand gesture to his words, he didn’t try to coat them in flowers or barbs or whatever. It was just the plain and simple truth.
The painful truth.
He misses you, he misses showing up on your doorstep with your favorite takeout. He misses texting you cute pictures of Bam and receiving your classic, ‘he’s a mama’s boy!’ text. He misses the simplicity of your relationship, how easy it was to be just Jungkook and Y/N. You’d never asked him to be more or less.
You only ever asked him to be himself, to be genuine and authentic with you.
Your throat clenched at his broken voice, the way his body shook as he tried to pull you as close as the bed and equipment would allow.
You felt the warmth of his tears on your neck, making you tear up as well. You’d imagined it wouldn’t be easy for him. But Jungkook was always the more sensitive one, contrary to popular belief. He was very tender hearted and soft, he just wanted love.
And you were his person for years and years. His comfort, his rock, his support, his home.
And to suddenly be ripped away from you, especially when he knew it was his fault. It hurt all the worse. He’d beaten himself up over the last months, he’d been mean and judgmental towards himself and his work even.
His father had been so worried he’d almost called you a few times. Because he didn’t listen to anyone the way he listened to you.
“I miss you too.”
Your words hung in the air, causing Jungkook to freeze. He pulled back from you, eyes red and full of tears. “Y-You miss me? Even if I-”
“Kook,” you stopped him, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. “I called you, twice. I called you two times after not speaking to you for months and you came. Both times. You were there when I needed you, you made it up to me. This is me forgiving you,” you said, giving him your classic smile.
His heart ached.
He doesn't deserve it!
He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness… your friendship. Certainly not your love, no matter how badly he wants them.
He doesn’t deserve you.
“I-I can’t…” he whimpered, head dropping forward in shame.
“You can, kookie, you can,” you promised. “And I’ll be here to help you.”
It was your discharge day only a couple days later. You’d responded well to the fluids and medicine and were ready to go home!
“Bug! You almost ready?” Jungkook called, standing outside the bathroom. Yeri had run to your apartment to get you some clothes to get comfy in.
Jungkook had pitched a fit about you being alone while taking all this medicine. Even though it was only for a few more days.
So you were staying with him for the weekend.
Jungkook and you were good. Better than ever really. You both apologized, him a little more than he needed to but you understood. He was worried, he didn’t want to overstep or make you upset.
But, there was something he was hiding.
You could tell something was up.
He had that look on his face. The look of ‘this is my innocuous face nothing suspicious here promise’ written all over his features. But you couldn’t possibly figure out what was going on.
“So, the fiancé isn’t going to be mad that I’m staying with you?” You asked, already wanting to shove your foot in your mouth for asking such a stupid question.
You’d managed to ignore the incoming fiancé bomb for the most part but the thoughts were eating you alive so you just… damn.
“Ah… yeah, we’re not together anymore,” he sighed.
“B-But! You got engaged like two weeks ago?!”
Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, she had to pull out. Her girlfriend wanted to try again and she didn’t want to give up on her just yet,” he offered. “We’re still making a deal just not as intricate as before,” he said.
You swallowed thickly at this information.
Why did this information of his relationship status throw you for such a loop. You were ready to be disappointed.
But here you were.
Single.
And here Jungkook was.
Single.
For some reason it felt different than before. There was a period of time when Jungkook had girlfriends, one night stands and other exploratory things going on in his sex life-and that was fine. Normal and such.
But you’d been a late bloomer, only getting your first boyfriend at around twenty. He’d taken your virginity and then you’d both drifted apart as people do.
After that you’d not done much in regards to relationships outside your platonic ones.
Of course being hung up on your best friend did that.
So… what do you do now?
“Bug? Come on honey, let’s get you out of here. Bammie is going to be so excited to see his mommy!” He said with his adorable scrunched face.
“Yeah? Maybe we can stop so I can pick him out a new toy, huh?” You suggested, opening the door to the bathroom and handing him the gown to put in the bin across the room.
He did so without question, coming back to hand you your coat. “Can you walk or do you want to ride in a wheelchair?” He asked, brushing some of your hair out of your face.
Your heart stammered at his proximity.
Shit…
Being away from him for months had worn down those defenses you'd built so carefully growing up.
Jungkook was handsome. Physically painful to witness at times, chest twinges weren’t uncommon.
Lower twinges as well…
The thought made your cheeks burn and eyes turn slightly shifty as Jungkook watched your thoughts and feelings flit across your features like they always do.
“You're thinking about something, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked.
You nodded quickly, giving him an easy smile. “Yes Kook, I’m good. But I want you to push me in the wheelchair, just don’t run me into the wall like you did after I got my wisdom teeth out,” you laughed.
He gave an indignant pout, eyes looking challenged. “Hey! You weren’t sitting still! You almost fell onto the floor,” he complained.
“I was high off of anesthesia! What did you think was gonna happen?” You laughed heartily.
Jungkook’s eyes got glossy again.
You’d noticed he’d look at you for a minute sometimes, almost getting lost in thought. When you’d treat him like you always did, his features relaxed. Almost in… relief?
It was the tone of your voice. The pitch of your laughter.
Jungkook couldn’t help it. Everything you did endeared him more and more.
He’d always known you were lovely. Soft, sweet and beautiful.
You were loving and gentle, and Jungkook appreciated you so very much. Most people knew him as the golden boy. His fathers pride and joy and a charmer that made his mother blush in joy. But you knew him as Jungkook, always as himself. His truest self.
There was no pretense.
Things between the two of you were easy, natural. Jungkook didn’t have to think around you, because even if he didn’t make sense you understood him enough to not be scared away by his awkwardness at times, or his obsession with things that weren’t the norm for guys his age.
(The banana milk, the marvel figurines and many more occupy your mind with a sweet hint of nostalgia for the man in front of you, unbeknownst to that very person).
“I promise I’ll drive carefully, if you promise to ride carefully, huh?” He offered.
You snorted before giving a nod as he brought the chair to you.
Jungkook held the handles as you gently lowered down into the chair. He’d done this for you several times over again in your life. Whether it was for your wisdom teeth or to remove that piece of glass from your foot.
He’d always been right behind you. Loving you and supporting you with his gentle warmth that could turn into a fire if left unattended by your watchful rationality.
Jungkook was your best friend.
He’d always been since the day you met.
“Alright, hold on tight!”
You smiled softly as he guided you out of the hospital, down the halls and onto the elevators.
He had all the nurses swooning with the way he was looking at you. They all watched with the same fond expression.
However you both remained oblivious to them, far too wrapped up in your teasing conversation.
Your normal.
Finally, you made it out front with Naomi giving you a tight squeeze.
“Ahh! You look skinny! You need to eat more, I’ll have to make you some kimchi jjigae huh?” She teased, giving your cheeks a good natured smoosh.
“Stob it!” You whined, cheeks squished making your words come out funny enough to make Jungkook’s heart throb.
“Sorry, sorry Princess,” she soothed, smoothing her hands over your hair and giving you another small hug before getting the door for Jungkook and yourself.
Jungkook helped you up as Naomi went to put the chair back.
You both got in the car and Naomi shut the partition.
You sighed in relief as you pulled away from the hospital. The buildings gave you horrible anxiety, and Jungkook knew this as his hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked.
“Just the usual, kook. Hospitals still freak me out, they probably always will in a way,” you sighed.
“I get it,” he promised, kissing your head and giving your shoulder a squeeze before his phone rang.
“Shit, it’s mom, hold on,” he said, answering it shortly after.
You nodded, looking out the window and watched the city pass by. You still felt Jungkook’s hand in yours though, warm and soft.
As always.
Jungkook was still sour as he sat on the couch as you cooed and guffawed at his dog. Who had, rather rudely in fact, blew right past him to land square at your feet with the sweetest eyes he’d had in months
“Tsk, damned traitor,” he growled, trying to fight the jealousy that his dog was right where he wanted to be.
Your lap.
Bam and him had been at war for the prized spot of your soft and supple thighs that were utterly perfect pillows.
Jungkook can’t remember how many times he’d fallen asleep on your legs, it’s been far far too many to count.
Although, his dog currently blocking him from increasing those stats was making him ridiculously jealous.
You could see it too, because you smirked when Bam started snoring. Jungkook hardly ever had the heart to wake the pup once he was out like this.
However, you weren’t sure it was applicable tonight.
“Bug…”
“Yes?” You asked, scratching Bams tummy softly. You’d just taken your medicine a while ago and you were getting a little sleepy.
“I think Bam has to go potty.”
“Jungkook, he's sleeping.”
He huffed, annoyed at your lack of attention. “H-He’ll need to go when he gets up, he’s had trouble with not peeing before I get up.”
“Alright, wake him up then,” you said, giving him a pointed look.
“I can’t Y/N-”
You rolled your eyes and patted Bam on the rear. He snorted and woke himself up with a jolt. A soft peel of laughter came from you at his goofy expression.
“Come on Bammie, we need to go potty then we need to go to bed,” Jungkook called softly, standing and walking towards the door.
“Gonna take him outside?” You asked, knowing he had space on his balcony that he could use but Bam often liked going for a little wander before his end of evening potty.
“Yeah, head to bed, I’ll be there soon,” he said.
Your heart thudded dangerously.
Fuck…
This whole day, this entire time since he’d picked you up at the bar your heart has been yearning for him.
This isn’t the soft crush you’d parted with…
It was turning into genuine love, and it certainly didn’t feel platonic.
Head to bed, I’ll be there soon…
“Is the guest room not ready?” You asked, voice light but there was a slight waver in your tone.
Jungkook turned with a confused expression. “No? I didn’t think we’d need it, my beds big enough yeah?”
Thump…
Thump…
“Okay, do you still-”
“Pink toothbrush, your toothpaste is still in the drawer with mine,” he said, pulling on his shoes.
You felt emotion clog your throat, making you nod as he walked out with Bam in tow. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks before you wiped them away.
He still has my toothpaste, he got me a new toothbrush…
All of these things were mundane, even expected in a sense. But, your chest fluttered all the same.
You hurried to his room, smiling at the fact he’d even gotten a few of your skincare products out. Your heart squeezed when you realized they were new, he’d remembered all of them.
Brushing your teeth and climbing into bed felt like a dream. The sheets were soft and smelt nice, like they always did.
And you fell asleep, only barely waking to a soft voice telling you to go back to bed.
“Sleep bug, I’m right here.”
Heat.
Sweltering heat.
That is how sleeping with Jungkook normally went. He was a fucking furnace, even if all he slept in was a pair of boxers!
But you woke to push some of the blankets off, shifting with some difficulty as Jungkook’s arms were like iron fucking bars around your waist.
His hands settled on your lower stomach. You swallowed hard as you tried to not think about it too much.
After winding down and managing to breathe without feeling like you're burning alive.
That’s when you felt it.
You shifted your hips slightly just to confirm your suspicions and to your utter disbelief you were correct.
Your best friend.
Your sweet Jungkook had a boner, a quite impressive one, and it was pressed firmly against your ass.
Death was imminent.
Your mind was running three thousand miles a minute. What do you do?!
You and Jungkook have slept together in the same bed multiple times, but usually Jungkook doesn’t cuddle much. And if he does you manage to wiggle out before this situation happens.
Also, you tended to sleep like the dead. Just another thing you and Jungkook shared. Although you were fairly certain that he was the heavier sleeper of the pair of you.
His hands tightened around your stomach as he pressed further into your body. His head fell into the crook of your shoulder and neck. He sighed softly, his breaths panting against your skin and causing goosebumps to run along your flesh.
“Y/N...” he drawled, clearly still asleep. His voice was deep and raspy, making your thighs clench unintentionally which caused your hips to rut backwards just a touch. But Jungkook made a soft pant in your ear that had wetness collecting in your panties to your shock.
Not that you hadn’t left this room in search of some extra underwear before...
Jungkook shifted towards you with a grunt, nestling into your neck and shoulder to the point he was damn near wrapped around you.
And that certainly didn’t help the morning wood that had found an apparently pleasing spot right on your ass cheeks. You didn’t want to embarrass him by waking him up...
But this was going to melt your brain if you continued any longer. “Kook,” you mumbled, tugging on his wrists. “Wake up.”
“Mmm,” he sighed, staying firmly in place.
“Jungkook, get up,” you said, pushing back with your hips.
A soft moan escaped him as you wriggled around. You felt him roll his hips forward in response, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Causing a stupid and loud spluttering cough to fall from your lips.
Jungkook startled awake at your jolting and loud hacking.
“Bug? Whas’ wrong?” he slurred, trying to sit up so you could breathe.
“Jungkook-bathroom,” you pointed.
He tilted his head in confusion, before he looked down and his face turned beet red.
“O-oh! Y/N, I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to-uh... It’s kinda just a thing, but I can understand it’s uncomfortable-”
“Jungkook.”
“Yes.”
“It’s okay, I know how penises work. Just go cool off in the shower so I can get my blood pressure back to a normal level please?” you asked, keeping your head down.
Jungkook shuffled off the bed awkwardly and tried to hide himself best he could. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt your heart hammering far too quickly inside your chest.
Holy shit...
What is one supposed to do when you’re so turned on by your best friend you aren’t sure how to breathe?
You heard the shower turn on and you were snapped out of your horny stupor.
Jesus...
You weren’t normally so... feral about all of this. Had being away from him really done this to you? Your heart ached to be close, to hold him tightly and keep him with you... But, you just got back to being friends-
But, how long until you couldn’t bury the frustration and anger anymore? How long would you have to bottle up the scarily not platonic feelings swirling in your chest.
Why was your heart still racing so fast?
Your chest hurts.
Oh fuck-
That night burns hot in your mind. Him forgetting, you leaving.
It had been so hard to walk away. You were devestated for days. Yoongi had to come and force feed you. He’d threatened to call Jungkook if you didn’t delete his number. But you couldn’t…
The little picture you used as his icon made the deep agony in your heart ease for just a moment.
But the anger-
You slapped him.
Oh God, why do you want to burst into tears? What is this ache right in the base of your throat...? You want to cry, but you want to apologize more.
With a gentle cry you jumped out of the bed and scrambled like some stupid love-drunk idiot.
Jungkook may have been wrong first.
But you were wrong too.
You’d hurt him too.
By not staying, by not fighting for your friendship. By not at least giving him a chance to explain himself. To apologize. To try.
And... And for not being honest with not only him... But yourself.
Fuck... you’re so sorry-
“Kook!” you cried, falling through the bathroom door. Jungkook jumped as he stood there in his pajama pants and nothing else.
“Bug?! What’s wrong? Y/N, jesus fuck what-”
“Jungkook I’m so sorry I love you!”
Your throat ached with how much you were crying.
The dam of him being gone-had burst. The pain you’d felt being away from him.
You thought you could ignore the guilt that was eating you alive. You could just move on, you’d both learned and wanted to do better. So why dwell on that deep piercing ache in your stomach?
Because hurting the people you love hurts you just as much.
Because not acknowledging your wrongs and burying the guilt only makes it fester.
“I missed you so much! I love you so much and I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t try!” you wailed, holding onto him tightly as the rest of you trembled.
“Y/N, baby, shh, honey breathe,” Jungkook tried to soothe you. Your hands were ice cold on his upper back and shoulders and he was worried you’d worked yourself up into an anxiety attack. He pet the back of your head, gently kissing your temple as he rocked the two of you as you’d collapsed onto the floor.
“Koo, m’so sorry!” you mumbled against his shoulder.
You were shaking like a leaf, you could barely hold onto him.
“Y/N, princess,” he called softly. “Please look at me, baby, look at me, hey,” he said, moving you back by your head gently. He smoothed his thumbs over your puffy, tear stained cheeks and he tilted his head and gave you a soft smile. “What’s wrong huh?”
Your eyes welled up again and Jungkook shushed you, pressing his forehead on yours. Shrinking your world down to just you and him. His warmth and strong hands cradling your neck. “Easy. Y/N, I don’t know what’s got you so worked up but you need to calm down just a bit. You’re shaking honey.”
“I-I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you sniffled pathetically, holding his wrists tightly.
“You keep saying that, what do you have to be sorry for Bug? You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, voice soft and slow.
“I left you,” you cried. “I was so worried about my own feelings and how much I didn’t like that you had a fiance that-” you hiccuped and squeezed his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. “That was everything I’m not and... and when you supposedly forgot me because of her I lost it and I fucked up... I shouldn’t have blamed you for me not being honest.”
Jungkook blinked slowly, swallowing hard as he tried to understand what you were saying to him.
“Y/N...” he said softly, brushing your hair from your face. “What are you trying to tell me, huh?”
Your stomach almost fell into the floor and your heart clenched painfully at the idea of fessing up. But you’d basically said it at this point. You say it all the time...
I love you.
So simple in theory right?
But in many cultures, tone and phrasing are everything.
But, why is it so hard to make that simple flip?
“Jungkook...”
His eyes shone in the glittering light of the morning flooding in through the bathroom.
“Jungkook I...”
His hand tightened around your waist.
“I love y-”
You didn’t even get to finish your words before his lips were covering yours. His hands holding your face as he kissed you desperately. Like he’d been craving to do it for years.
“Me too,” he gasped, moving back to kiss you again.
“Koo-mh!” you were promptly cut off.
“Shut up for a second and let me kiss you-before I either get slapped again or I take you on this bathroom floor,” he growled as he pulled you in again.
You helplessly wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing in his hold as best you could with your heart still struggling to catch up. You still had tears on your cheeks and your knees were wobbling and sore from the tile floor.
But you’d pass out before you let him go first.
Jungkook finally managed to pull away from you for a moment. “I didn’t get slapped,” he breathed against your lips harshly.
“No... You didn’t,” you said, resting against him.
“So... what does that mean Y/N? I don’t want to make this awkward or weird but... but I can’t kiss you like that and not want more...”
With hot cheeks you tugged him back to your lips. “Me either,” you whispered, cradling his neck.
“Y/N, I really do love you... I want you to be mine,” he said, holding you by the waist.
Your eyes got big as you looked into his. They were warm, like always. He wasn’t hiding anything, he was being vulnerable. He was being himself.
Because you made it so easy for him to do.
“As long as you’re mine too,” you sighed, resting against him in exhaustion. Your body was dropping from the adrenaline rush you’d had from your near panic attack and impromptu emotional breakthrough.
“Sleepy Bug,” he chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get you back to bed and when you get up later we can talk more. But, you’re mine, Bug... And I’m yours.”
Hearing those words you fell into slumber against his warm chest, only briefly feeling the bed underneath you once more before sleep swallowed you whole.
--
Dating Jungkook was surprisingly the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
He was kind, he was loving and he was honest. It’s been a great few months. His parents both were thrilled to hear the news and fully supported the both of you.
Life was good.
You’d never felt like this before, this amount of joy and happiness suffused through your being. You were happy being best friends, but this just felt like a natural progression. Being together was always easy, almost innate in a way.
And tonight, you wanted to be together in a different way...
You and Jungkook had kept it fairly PG-13 for the most part. You both wanted to get comfortable with the new part of your relationship first before you added any intimacy. There was no rush, you had time to come together like that.
You had Yeri over one night, and chaos was inevitable.
The two of you loved to drink wine and fool around and just make merry (ruckus).
Hoseok had even joined a few times, as Yeri’s potential boyfriend. They hadn’t made anything official yet, but they’d been out several times since your night at the bar.
Currently, Yeri was cooing over pictures of Bam in your phone.
“God that damn dog is so cute,” she sighed in disdain, bigger dogs sometimes frightened her but you had been coaxing her out of that mindset with adorable pictures of Bam.
“The next one is him in those pajamas. Jungkook wanted to burn them the second I laid eyes on them,” you snorted.
“Oh my God that’s-oh... That’s not a cute dog, however it is a very nice set of lingerie Y/N~” Yeri giggled, showing you the picture she’d stumbled upon.
You in the set you’d purchased after one of these very wine drunk evenings with Yeri.
It wasn’t anything crazy. Just a navy colored babydoll with matching panties. You’d taken a few pictures of yourself in the full length mirror in your room and had admired your body in the alluring fabric.
“Ah-sorry,” you flushed, taking your phone to find the actual picture you’d been talking about.
“No apology needed, I love that color on you! Such a nice set too! What did Jungkook think, hm?” she teased.
That’s when you felt your face heat up exponentially.
“You look constipated, what’s wrong? Are you gonna puke?” she stressed, moving to grab the garbage when you shook your head.
“No no, I’m good. It’s just... We haven’t had sex yet,” you said softly. “We wanted to figure out our dynamic first before we started becoming intimate. I have barely had sex, I’m practically a virgin, and he wants it to be meaningful.”
“It’ll be meaningful because it’s you two,” Yeri said with kind eyes. “I understand wanting to make it feel important, but... You don’t need crazy expensive or lavish things to have good intimacy, although it can be fun to incorporate,” she teased.
Your heart clenched at those words and you nodded with a small smile.
“You’re right Yeri,” you said. “I think it’s something I want to talk about more in our relationship, especially lately. I think we could take that step now. Of course I don’t want to rush him or anything-”
“Y/N,” Yeri sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That man loves you so much I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep him away from you as long as you have. I bet you, you send him a single picture of you in lingerie and you will be trapped in either this room or that fancy penthouse for three business days.”
A choked noise of shock came from you as you scrambled to respond.
“H-He’s not an animal Yeri! He-”
“Because he hasn’t been given the green light to let out the inner beast,” she said with a mischievous grin.
“That’s never a good look to see on your face,” you sighed, now it was your turn to pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
“I bet you two drinks at the bar next time we go, that if you send a racy picture your man will be calling within fifteen minutes to confirm your dick appointment,” she said.
“Yeri!”
“Hell, if you send them I will definitely buy the first two rounds of drinks next time,” she said. “Cause you’re too chicken to send them.”
You blanched at her, unimpressed with her childish tactics to wind you up.
Your wine addled brain was sobering, your last glass having been over an hour ago.
It was almost midnight, and Hoseok would no doubt be by soon to grab Yeri bringing your social plans for the evening to a close.
Why not?
Why not send a sexy picture to your even sexier boyfriend?
“Fine! I’ll grab my favorite set and send him a picture,” you promise.
“Fifteen minutes, set a timer.”
--
Hoseok arrived roughly half an hour later and you gave Yeri a tight squeeze before she leaned against the taller man as he guided her safely to his car. With a kind smile and wave they drove off.
You felt your phone buzz in your pajama shorts pocket and you looked and smiled to see a picture of Bam curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket snoozing happily.
Kook ❤️: he misses his mommy 🥺🥺
Y/N: how can he miss me if he’s asleep??
Kook ❤️: happens to me all the time. Miss you in my sleep. Miss you when I wake up alone, miss you when I see my dog sleeping in your blanket.
Y/N: *our
Kook ❤️: can I send a driver for you? Come stay with me tonight.
You chuckled and then sent a quick glance to your underwear drawer.
Y/N: I’m already in my pajamas
Kook ❤️: perfect, you’ll be ready for immediate cuddles when you get here
Y/N: these are new pajamas
You got up and grabbed the only other set of lingerie you had. A soft black cotton robe with a nice set of bra and panties that were a rich wine color. It seemed oddly fitting.
Without much thought you pulled them on and looked at your frame in the mirror before you heard your phone buzzing again.
Kook ❤️: new? Is that a reason to not come over??
Kook ❤️: if you’re worried bam will ruin them I’ll put him in his kennel before you get here?
Kook ❤️: baby?? Pleaseeeee
Y/N: sorry, I had to pee
Kook ❤️: please come over 🥺🥺🥺
Y/N: do you want to see?
Why was your boyfriend such a simp?
He was making seducing him so difficult.
You adored the man more than you could put into words but goodness he was persistent when he wanted something.
Kook ❤️: see what??
You tugged the robe open just a touch and revealed the deep burgundy bra that had your cleavage revealed just enough to be tantalizing.
Without giving yourself enough time to panic you snapped the picture of you on your knees in front of the mirror.
Using your last ounce of wine courage you hit send.
Timer Set: 15:00 minutes
Y/N: jpeg.9102
Seen
Oh Jesus.
What if he doesn’t like it?
You were about to scramble to cover your ass when your phone started ringing. You were so nervous you damn near launched the thing across the room in shock when you managed to answer it, you heard panting like someone was running.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?”
Jungkook’s rough voice filled your ears.
“I’m at home you weirdo, why are you-”
“You need to tell me right now if this means what I think it does because if not I don’t want to seem like an idiot... I legit ran down to my car, because if you want me there I’m coming right now. And I’m not going to let you sleep,” he growled.
Your thighs clenched at the aggressive sound from him. “I-I sent it because I wanted you to see, I-I wanted to show you I was ready,” you said, voice weak but needy.
“Then you sit on your bed and wait for me, I will be there in ten minutes-”
“Jungkook, you live almost halfway across the city it’s almost one in the morning baby-”
“Ten minutes,” he promised before hanging up.
You looked at your phone and paused your timer.
Time Remaining: 9:39 minutes
You sent a quick text to Yeri.
Y/N: Please wait to hear from me in approximately three business days...
✨Yeri✨: be safe, get that dick 👀👀👀
You went to brush your teeth and comb your hair when you heard your front door open and shut. Just as you turned around Jungkook was dropping his jacket in your bedroom as he shouldered his way into your small bathroom and pulled you in for a searing kiss.
With a soft yelp of surprise you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him kiss you with as much passion as he wanted. You returned it in kind. Jungkook wound his arms around your waist, hands gripping your robe and cupping the base of your spine as he backed you up against the counter.
“Baby,” you whispered against his lips as he pulled back for a split second to change the position of his head.
“You can’t attack me like that, no sudden provocative photos, my heart and dick almost exploded,” he said, kissing you again, the last of his sentence spoken into your own mouth.
You chuckled at his eagerness as he held you in his arms.
“Up on the counter,” he breathed, grabbing your thighs and practically dead lifting you onto the vanity and capturing your lips before your squeal could wake the entire apartment complex.
Thankfully, your apartment was at the end of the hall, and your neighbor was known to rarely be home.
But really you couldn’t care less, your boyfriend’s tongue was wicked and hot and currently working its way into your mouth. Jungkook grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him as he kissed you like it was his sole purpose in this life. Tongue swiping along yours before he nipped at your already swollen and pouty lower lip.
“Fuck... fuck I’m so hard,” he panted, resting his forehead against yours as he breathed heavily. You smoothed your hands over his shoulders and watched as they rose and fell in quick succession in time with his labored breaths.
“Yeah?” you whispered, voice stolen by his kiss.
“Baby you really have no idea,” he said, locking eyes with you as he cradled your neck. “I’m literally ready to fuck you stupid, but... But I want it to be special and-”
“Anything I do with you is special, Kook,” you said, cupping his cheek and giving him a sweet grin. “I love you.”
His eyes melted into a softer expression. “I love you too,” he said, kissing you much gentler than before, leaving sweet and soft kisses along your cheeks and planting one last firm one on your lips. “So, you want to do this?”
You nodded quickly, feeling the slickness in your panties becoming uncomfortable fast. “Yes, I want you,” you said.
Jungkook nodded and connected your lips again. “Do you want to use condoms or not?”
“No, I have the implant and I trust you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Give me everything, baby, I want all of you.”
He connected your mouths again in a desperate and messy kiss, pulling you in and helping you off the counter before he picked you up and had you wrap your legs around his small waist. You squeaked as he held you under your ass as he navigated the short jaunt back to your bed. You held his jaw as you kissed him more, threading your fingers into his thick hair at the base of his head.
With a happy sigh he sat down on your bed and you settled your knees on either side of his thighs. Your center was placed directly above his straining cock. Your hips jolted forwards just a touch at the sensation of his denim pants rubbing against your sensitive core.
“Ngh~ Jungkook,” you whimpered, kissing along his jaw and sucking tender marks into his skin. “Want to feel you, please,” you pouted.
With a smirk he fell back, laying flat against the bed and you fell over him, hands just above his shoulders as you crouched above his frame.
“Go ahead then, you can touch me wherever you want,” he said, a smug look on his face.
You bit your lip and looked at his shirt buttons. The top few were undone, no doubt from him lounging at home. With eager hands you planted your hips right on his lap causing him to huff in momentary bliss. You loosened the buttons and tugged the fabric from his pants and managed to toss the infernal thing onto your floor to be promptly forgotten.
You smoothed your hands over his stomach and chest, smiling before connecting your lips to his skin in tentative, wet kisses.
Jungkook sighed, bringing his hand to your cheek as goosebumps rose over his skin as you placed your lips along his stomach and up to his chest. You didn’t have a lot of experience, but you just wanted to appreciate him.
Your heart hammered against your chest as you brought your lips to his throat and neck. Your hand ran up his peck and you brushed your thumb across his nipple with heat settled in your face. Jungkook, however, was eager for any and all of your affection.
“Shit... such a good girl,” he breathed, heart thrumming in his chest rapidly.
Your thoughts wandered briefly at his reaction to your thumb on his nipple, you wondered if he’d ever be into clamps-
“Baby~” Jungkook whined softly at your lack of movement. “Don’t tease me, I can’t handle it right now,” he groaned.
“C-Can I suck on them?” you asked, thumb still caressing his tender and pebbled nub.
Jungkook swallowed hard as a pretty blush rose to his cheeks, the expression on his face as he nodded at you with a furrowed brow.
Slowly, you lathed your tongue across his pec before finding his nipple. Jungkook’s hips jolted at your soft and wet tongue swirling around his sensitive skin. And the growl he let out was pure sin, causing your thighs to clench instinctively.
“You have such a sweet little mouth,” he sighed, cradling your jaw as he tossed his head back in pleasure. You moved to the other nipple, sucking and nipping softly at his flushed flesh.
“Kook,” you purred against his skin, sucking a harsh love bite into his skin right after.
His hips kicked up again at the sharp pain of your teeth, but he moaned softly at your tender licks and kisses right after. Only to nip at him once more.
“Careful baby, you keep that up and I’m not gonna last,” he panted, blowing some of his hair out of his face.
“Feels good?” you asked, unintentionally rocking your hips as you sat up.
Jungkook gripped your waist, holding you still and you felt his cock throbbing through his fucking jeans. You weren’t sure if that was possible. Maybe it was your own needy core pulsing for him.
“S-Stop wriggling, if you grind on me one more time I’m gonna rip these stupid panties off and shove my cock in your pussy now,” he snarled, eyes shut tight.
His threatening tone made you clench hard. Your panties were ruined, probably beyond salvaging.
It was for a good cause.
“Want your cock in my pussy anyways,” you smirked, ready to roll your hips against his once more. Jungkook pressed his thumbs against your lower stomach as he grit his teeth.
“Baby, I’m trying really hard not to fuck you stupid on this bed right now. I’m ready to Edward in Twilight this bed I swear to fucking god-”
You snorted at his hilarity, before shifting your hips once more. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you and he grinned. “Be that way.”
With a squeal you felt yourself being pitched backwards. You scrambled to grab onto Jungkook to avoid being literally yeeted off your own bed.
But, with the strength of some supernatural creature he managed to catch you and almost slam you underneath him.
His biceps were toned and strong above you, his scent fresh and calming in your nose. You looked up and saw his eyes boring into your own. They were just as bright as they always have been, but there was a depth you hadn’t seen before.
The longing that he held in his eyes was intense, causing your legs to squirm under him. Jungkook hooked his fingers into your panties and looked at you with the same intensity, but raised a brow.
Do you want to stop?
You shook your head and lifted your hips to help him ease the fabric off your legs.
Your bravado was slowly draining, the look in your boyfriend's eyes disabling you for a moment. He looked starving. You watched his expression simmer into barely constrained lust. His palms were smooth on your thighs, making your legs tremble in desire. His jaw clenched tightly, lip between his teeth as he tried to keep himself from shoving inside you without any prep.
But fuck...
Your pussy already had him weak.
Sweet lips that were puffy and eager, covered in your slick and Jungkook’s cock ached at the thought of getting to go in bare. He lowered himself down between your legs to place a sweet kiss on your core. You gasped softly at the sensation before looking at him with your pretty eyes.
“You okay, Y/N? Not too much?” he asked.
“N-No you’re okay I’ve just... I haven't done much,” you breathed. Jungkook nodded slowly, moving forward to connect your lips together.
“That’s okay, you tell me what feels good and we’ll go from there, yeah?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your thighs.
You nodded with a smile, bringing him in for another hot kiss. Jungkook moaned against your lips as he cupped your sex. “So wet for me honey,” he cooed. You tugged your shirt and bra off in quick succession, almost getting tangled in them both but Jungkook was focused on an entirely different part of you.
With hungry eyes he moved in on your core once more. You gasped when his tongue met your wetness, and he moaned in bliss when he tasted your flavor flooding his mouth. “Fuck... fuck... Y/N, baby,” he sighed, licking firmly against your pulsing cunt.
“J-Jungkook,” you hiccuped in pleasure. “Please, more...”
His eyes connected with yours briefly before he grabbed your thighs and started to eat you out like a man possessed. You’d never felt pleasure this aching and desperate. Like everything he was doing was too much and yet not enough.
Jungkook was thoroughly fucked in almost every sense of the word. His heart hammered in his chest as he ate his best friend and beautiful girlfriend out. Everything about you had him practically hypnotized. He’d never felt so turned on.
The pair of you whined and groaned as he continued to pleasure you with his devilishly sweet lips.
He moved from your entrance to your clit and alternated his pressure, causing your mind to swirl in hypersensitive pleasure. But it was... so fucking good...
“K-Kook! B-Baby! M’gonna cum! Please... please let me cum,” you cried, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists as he plunged two fingers into your entrance.
A sharp whine fell from your lips as you clamped down on his fingers while he worked you up to your peak of bliss.
“Then cum for me honey... Let me see you cum for me, wanna make you cream my face,” he growled deep in his chest.
With a glance at his face you felt your stomach clench hard due to his eagerness. You were worried he’d not be interested in this part of sex, but you loved him so much you weren’t honestly concerned about not enjoying sex with him.
However, just like always, Jungkook surprised you.
He almost seemed to get off on your pleasure, it wasn’t a chore to work you up like you’d worried about. And with the way he was rutting against the mattress you were wondering who was enjoying it more to be honest.
Then, he hooked his fingers up, pushing against your sweet spot.
After being held on the edge for so long... you were thrown off the cliff into your orgasm.
“Fuck! Jungkook! Fuck, fuck!”
You could hardly think of words to express your pleasure, let alone anything coherent.
Jungkook was encouraging you softly as he eased you through your pleasure. “My good girl, give it to me baby,” he purred, cleaning your center softly as you came down from your peak.
“Holy shit,” you panted, quickly bringing him up from your center to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling the flavor of you with his own distinct taste.
“You look so fucking pretty when you cum baby, I want to see you do it over and over again,” he groaned, cradling your face while you exchanged hot kisses.
After a while you started to run your hands down his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. He separated your kiss to look at you with a soft expression. “Want me?” he asked, his thumb running across your cheek with tender eyes.
You gave him a sweet smile and kissed him again. “Yes Jungkook,” you breathed against his lips. “I’m yours...”
He didn’t need any more encouragement from you, pulling his jeans off quickly and tossing them on the floor before you carefully put your hand inside his boxers. You could feel your hearts beating wildly inside your chests. Jungkook looked at you with hunger but love mixed in his eyes.
You felt yourself become more and more confident when you touched him, and also in being touched. It can be a hard thing to share your body with a person. But with Jungkook, everything has always been so natural and easy.
This was proving to be no different.
His hand fell over yours and gently guided you to squeeze and apply gentle pressure to his aching cock. His head tipped back as he let out soft puffs of air.
“F-Fuck, please Y/N, I’m aching baby, I need to put it in you,” he whined.
The sound of his pleading did something to you, causing more slick to leak from your core. To be wanting in such a deep way had your heart ready to fly away if your ribcage wasn’t there to stop it.
“Then put it in, want you,” you said, cheeks hot from all the intensity of your exchange.
Jungkook pushed his boxers off, revealing his cock to you and causing your eyes to widen. He wasn’t extremely massive. But he was definitely larger than the previous dick you’d experimented with. He led your hand to him, gently stroking his length with your soft hand and he sighed in pleasure.
“Feels so good baby, so hard for you,” he said, his eyebrow furrowed as he tried desperately to keep his composure.
You couldn’t believe you were here in this moment. With the person you loved more than anything, ready to share the last part of yourself with him. It made you emotional for a moment.
“Kiss me,” you pleaded.
Jungkook’s ears perked at your weaker tone, but when he saw the look in your eyes he knew you were just emotional. He gave you a small but sweet smile.
“Of course, Y/N, love kissing you,” he purred, placing little pecks around your shoulders and neck. Finally connecting your lips in a hot kiss.
His hand moved away from yours but you kept your hand on his cock and gave him a few tentative tugs. Jungkook bucked his hips forwards at the sensation rising up his spine and flooding his lower stomach. He’d been hard for so long he was worried he wasn’t going to last long. But something told him no matter the time, this was going to be special.
Just because it was you two.
“Okay, okay I’m ready baby,” you said.
Jungkook nodded, adjusting the two of you on the bed. He put a pillow behind your head and lifted your leg into the hook of one of his elbows.
He ran his cock against your slick folds to test your wetness, and to no surprise you were still soaked.
“Good baby, so wet for me... fuck,” he breathed. “Deep breath, relax for me Y/N, if it hurts just tell me, okay?”
You nodded, hand settling on his biceps. Jungkook gave you one more look for reassurance but you squeezed his arms in confirmation before he pushed in slowly.
A gasp ripped from your throat as he entered you. You breathed slowly and deeply as he carefully seated himself inside you. You gripped his shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss when he finally slid home.
He kissed you softly, giving tender nips and wet pecks to your neck and jaw.
“Good girl, fucking so hot and wet on my cock... fuck-fuck Y/N,” he moaned into your neck.
You didn’t even have words to describe how good he felt. It was as if this was always meant to happen, like you and him were always going to end up here at this moment.
“Kook~” you mewled, biting your lip as he gave you a moment to adjust.
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asked, smoothing his thumb over your cheek.
“N-No... just full!” you whined, the pleasure of him being inside of you finally settling in. “You can move baby, please fuck me...”
Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, starting an easy rhythm that had the two of you sighing in bliss. With a deft movement Jungkook hooked both of your knees around the crook of his elbows as he started to build a steady pace that had your stomach clenching in pleasure.
“So good baby, so good,” he panted, rolling his hips against yours with purpose.
You moved your hands down to his lower stomach as he steadily quickened his thrusts inside of you. With needy whines you let him guide you through this experience. His eyes were locked on yours while he drove home inside you each time.
“Kook! Fuck,” you cried, head falling back against the pillow.
“Right here Y/N,” he called softly, his voice slightly breathless now that he’d been fucking you. “Fuck... you’re soaking my cock baby. Look so pretty letting me fuck you like this.”
He adjusted your legs so you were laying to one side, your legs pressed together as he held your hips to thrust into you faster.
“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he grit his teeth.
The new position had you speechless.
He felt so thick inside you, pounding against your walls as more and more slick leaked from you. You could feel it on your legs. And the deep throbbing ache inside you was looming over your head as he continued to fuck you senseless.
“Me too!” you whined, reaching for his wrists as he kept his brutal pace on you.
“Gonna cum for me again? Please cum for me baby, need to see you,” he begged, panting harshly at the sheer need swirling in his stomach. “Gonna let me cum inside? Let me fill up your sweet cunt baby?”
You nodded, a bobble head effect to your features as you watched him with watery eyes. The pleasure was rushing up your neck and seemingly scrambling what was left of the brains he hadn’t fucked out of you yet.
“Inside, Jungkook! Need it!” you sobbed, pleasure suffusing every ounce of you as you felt yourself crash over the edge into another-intense-orgasm.
Jungkook wasn’t far behind you, the hot rush of euphoria flooding his spine as he came hard inside of you. He rutted a few more times while growling deep in his throat. You felt so good on his cock and he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you this way.
Especially after everything you’d been through together.
But that’s what made it even better in his mind.
He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
You both let your breaths even out until he was pulling from your core slowly, watching with lustful eyes as his cum slowly dribbled from your puffy pussy.
Jungkook kissed you then, surprisingly soft and tender as he felt his heart beat even out into the gentle flutter it usually was with you around. He smiled against your lips as you kissed him back.
“I love you so much, Y/N, more than anything...” he whispered.
“I love you too, Jungkook,” you said.
“You’re my best friend, and the best girlfriend, you make me so happy...” he trailed off.
Usually Jungkook was affectionate, but sometimes he got this emotional spurt where he just gushed about how lucky he was. And how much he loved you.
It was sweet and endearing, and you were similarly affected.
“You’re my best friend too. And the best boyfriend,” you said, a cheeky smile working its way onto your face.
Jungkook’s features lit up at your statement. He leaned down once more, pulling you close as the pair of you kissed again.
The night was dragging on, but inside your little apartment you knew that Jungkook would always choose you.
And you would choose him.
Always.
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divine timing – pjm;
pairings: park jimin x tarot reader!female reader.
extra characters: jeon jeongguk, kim taehyung and kim namjoon.
genre: fluff, fluffy angst, university!au, strangers to lovers!au, soulmate!au, reincarnation!au.
words: 9.461
warnings: sfw, adult alcohol consumption, koo mentions marijuana (weed), contains tarot readings, talks about meaning of tarot cards, the reincarnation bits are implied and nothing too visual or upsetting, mentions of a car accident, minor character death.
a/n: i am not a tarot reader at all but do enjoy watching them. please forgive my shortcomings in case i make a mistake. i have tried my best with the symbolic meanings. enjoy! 💙
also, i tried to employ a new writing method similar to ‘closed captioning’ lol to aid in visualising the setup of the scene better and as always, thanks to @silversparkles11​ to motivate me to write this and helping me to figure out the outline! i love you so much bb.
★彡[ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!]彡★
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March, 2022:
“did you get the booze?” jeongguk looked around himself, before turning his head up to stare at his friend climbing up the iron fence of the boys’ dormitory.
“ass, hold the backpack, at least,” the said friend, park jimin, threw the bag latched to his back at jeongguk’s face who grabbed it before it could hit his face, very much to jimin’s dismay.
“yeah yeah, get down before someone sees you.”
“really? wow! would have never guessed that, dumbass!” jimin muttered before crossing sides over the fence and jumping to the ground. the grass, owing to the spring rain, was slippery and did not prove to be a good platform for the high impact jump and jimin tripped down to his ass.
“ow. dude, at least help me!”
jeongguk let a wordless laughter, fingers clawing at his stomach as he tried to calm down, while the other held the cellphone that recorded the ordeal, “nah, this is what you get for being a jerk. shit, this is so going on my IG story.”
jimin rolled his eyes and got back to his feet, dusting off the mud and grass from his white jeans. he let a soft sigh, this fresh pair of jeans was supposed to easily last him at least two weeks. well, not so much anymore.
by the time the duo reached jimin’s dorm room, taehyung and namjoon had finished setting up the snacks. the table where jimin usually sets up his film equipment has been cleared and is now the host to the bowls of chips and shot glasses. jeongguk set down jimin’s backpack on the floor near his bed, the glass bottles inside made a clinking noise.
closing the door behind him, jimin stopped at the threshold of the room as he felt a very overwhelming sensation. oh, not this again. his eyes fleeted between namjoon basically destroying the packet of chips while trying to tear them open and even knocking down one of the bowls in the process while taehyung scolds him and jeongguk joins the duo only to pop a bunch of chips in his mouth.
jeongguk turned to jimin who was blankly staring at the trio, “what?” his voice came out muffled because of the chips.
“nothing i-”
“another one of your déjà vu moments?”
jimin’s eyes shot up, “fuck. this has happened before. like not just the actions but you asking me and me explaining it to you guys that this has happened before. fuck.”
“well, if we look it at it technically, then that way you have had two past lives and the original event was from the first past life and then in the second past life you had the déjà vu moment which you explained and now in this life you remember having both the event and then explaining the déjà vu moment. mm, too many variables.” kim namjoon, the mathematics major chipped in his two cents.
“i swear if you take out your notebook and start formulating the chain of events, i am kicking you out of our room,” kim taehyung, jimin’s roommate spoke up, his eyes narrowed at the 6″0′ giant who just smiled nervously.
“i don’t even understand what they are supposed to mean. i bet we all experience déjà vu moments but day by day, it is only happening more often with me.”
taehyung leaned down to retrieve the soju and beer bottles from jimin’s backpack, “they don’t necessarily have to mean something,” he shrugged, holding four bottles by the neck and bringing them over to the table. namjoon followed suit and emptied the bag.
“do any of you cheap asses have weed?” jeongguk spoke up, brushing over the topic.
“i have some good shit coming in tomorrow,” namjoon informed.
park jimin and jeon jeongguk are the theatre kids, majoring in film making, kim taehyung is a linguistic major with kim namjoon as a mathematics major. an odd group of friends but they have grown quite close ever since university started.
the close-knit group of four sat down around the table and soon enough, the drinks started pouring. the topic of conversation moved back and forth between the interconnectedness of film making and mathematics and jeongguk groaning how he wants to kill the person who decided to introduce alphabets in mathematics.
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taehyung was about to uncap his second beer bottle when he noticed that jimin was just quietly sitting, his beer bottle clasped between the fingers of his dominant hand — unfinished and turning warm.
“are you still thinking about that?”
jimin blinked himself out of the trance before turning to taehyung, “no — just — yeah, i cannot stop thinking about it. it has to mean something, right?”
“lord. jimin, you are getting hung up on it! maybe déjà vu moments are just reminders to be more present in the current life—” taehyung turned to jeongguk in a snap “— of course, your ass has something else to contribute. go ahead.”
“what? i said nothing!”
“yeah yeah, your face is oddly expressive. go ahead, the floor is yours,” taehyung took a sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair.
jimin turned to jeongguk who waved his hands in a defensive manner, “you guys know very well what i am going to say.”
“just spill it,” namjoon sighed.
“i suggest you turn to tarot to understand why you are experiencing so many déjà vu moments.”
“koo, you did one three-months elective course on spiritualism for one project, one year ago. you don’t even know what you are talking about!” namjoon retorted.
“but i know what i am talking about! see, this is why i didn’t want to say it because you guys are such sceptics that the hints could literally bonk you in the head and you would be too caught up trying to scientifically explain it.”
“everything does have a scientific explanation though.”
“oh yeah, mr 148IQ? fine, why did the big bang happen? why do we all exist?”
“oh yeah? why don’t you ask your tarot cards and tell me why did the big bang happen?”
before jeongguk could retort back — stretching the argument any further, jimin interrupted the childish duo.
“that’s enough, guys. nothing is a perfect science. i agree most things can be explained logically but then again there are some things which have no explanation and have existed around us for a long time.”
“there, thank you!” jeongguk downed his soju, pouring himself another.
“shall we go to a fortune reader, then?” jimin voiced, unsure.
taehyung groaned, “i cannot believe you are actually considering this.”
jeongguk rolled his eyes and turned to jimin, “no. for most of the professional fortune readers, it is just an act they have perfected, and they will only tell you what you want to hear. i think you should try a tarot reader.”
“take the hint, koo. i don’t know any tarot readers.”
“oh, right,” jeongguk clicked his tongue before retrieving his phone from his jacket. he navigated to the YouTube application before clicking on one of his subscribed channels “Rei of Light”. “here, try her videos. i have and she is awfully accurate to the point where it’s downright creepy.”
jimin took the phone from his hand, “wait, it’s like an hour-long video.”
“dude, you don’t have to watch the whole thing. start the video and she will present you with various piles. you have to choose one and only watch what she has to say about that particular pile.”
“okay, that’s better but how do i choose?” jimin paused the video which had started auto-playing and stared at the piles presented in front of him — it consisted of four stones which the narrator identified as ametrine, fluorite, lapis lazuli and rutile quartz, “i don’t know shit about stones.”
jeongguk grinned, “that’s the beauty of it. you don’t need to know anything at all, just pick whichever appeals the most to you.”
jimin nodded slightly, still unsure about the whole ordeal but his alcohol dazed brain could not come up with one reason why he should not watch the reading. where is the harm? he scrolled to the pinned comments to find the timestamps and clicked on lapis lazuli as per the narrator’s instructions. she had a very soothing and nectar-filled voice, but it was getting drowned among the overlapping voices of namjoon, taehyung and jeongguk arguing about something else. honestly, he does not even want to know what the three musketeers of dumbassery are discussing now and stood up, collecting his unfinished bottle.
jimin walked over to his bed, pushing off the stray books and clothes to the floor before plopping on it. he grabbed his pillow and stationed it under his head at an angle to aid him in finishing the beer while he held the phone in front of his face before clicking on ‘play’.
morning, next day:
jimin walked in, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head to help cover his eyes from the invading rays of sun. he cannot believe he passed out from just one bottle of beer. he is known throughout the university for his alcohol tolerance, but here he is, shouldering a killer hangover from just one bottle beer while he does the ‘walk of shame’ to his class — running fashionably twenty minutes late.
upon entering the class, the professor stopped speaking so he turned to apologize, “i am really sorry, ma’am.”
“mr park, please don’t interrupt the class further and just take your seat.”
jimin wordlessly complied and sat on the seat jeongguk had saved for him, following which, the class continued.
“couldn’t you have woken me up?” jimin whispered.
“you were out by the time joon hyung and i left. did you pass out?”
“seems so—”
“you two. is the conversation more important than the class?” the professor interrupted the whispers.
both jimin and jeongguk shook their head with an apologetic look, to which the professor warily went back to the lesson.
it barely had been five minutes or so before jeongguk turned to jimin, “how was the reading?”
“i passed out after watching it but i had the weirdest of dreams,” jimin whispered back.
“no one cares. did the reading resonate? like did it match with you?”
“ye—”
the professor walked to their desk, slamming the book she was holding on the desk, “mr park, mr jeon kindly leave the class.”
jeongguk went to protest but the professor beat him to it, “not a word, young man. make yourself scarce.”
after exiting the class, the fantastic duo headed to the library lawns as they did not have the next class till another hour. 
“okay, now tell me,” jeongguk put his backpack down after sitting on the grass.
“i don’t remember everything exactly but she was talking about reincarnations and past life being incomplete, also some empress or emperor card which represented the energy of libra. i mean, i am a libra. also, a lot of gemini and cancer too.”
“probably your moon and ascendant, which would be unlikely but can be worth a shot. come on, let’s find out,” jeongguk brought out his phone before inputting some details onto a website, “what time were you born?”
“who even thinks about that stuff? i will have to ask my mom.”
“are you waiting for official orders to do so?”
“don’t get smart mouth with me, koo,” jimin narrowed his eyes at his friend before ringing up his mother.
mrs park relayed the information to him after making sure he is not getting into ouija or witchcraft, to which jimin lied that it is for one of his film projects to ease her mind. after jeongguk inserted the birth time, the chart revealed that jimin’s moon and ascendant are indeed gemini and cancer, respectively.
“so, you are telling me that this person who does not even know me did a reading for me specifically?”
“not at all. it is a general reading but some parts only resonate with specific people like the signs did with you. maybe she talked about other aspects that had no correlation with your life.”
jimin grabbed his head, gently massaging his temples, “okay. okay. okay. i guess all that makes sense? i guess, but still it does not answer my questions.”
“maybe you should watch more readings.”
“i guess we can...there’s time for next class...” jimin checked his watch and mumbled unsure, still not sure if he should delve into this unknown realm. is he even ready for it yet?
“stop overthinking and let’s do this,” jeongguk started playing another video from Rei of Light and set the laptop before the two of them.
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“okay, so far the cards emperor, magician, lovers, two of cups, three of cups, tower, moon, fool have come up in all of the videos we watched,” jimin finally spoke after finishing the seventh video they were watching.
“also, for the time frame spring and autumn shows up. also someone with a vivid and artsy imagination,” jeongguk added, reading from the piece of paper he had noted it down on. midway through watching the readings, the duo realized that in almost every reading jimin was choosing, most of the cards were being repeated.
“also the yin-yang card and 11:11 timestamp also showed up in the cards a lot. how does any of that make sense though? like what about it?”
“wait, wait, don’t lose hope. let’s try to formulate all these together,” jeongguk took the pencil tucked above his earlobe and started making a chart, “so, first emperor card means someone who is older or wise, basically someone who has life experiences. then we have the magician card which means inspired action—”
“also someone who has heightened manifesting abilities,” jimin added.
“right. now three of cups means a party or celebration, being introduced via mutual friends. what else do we have?”
“uh, there’s the tower which is basically a bad rollercoaster ride where everything goes to shit and then the fool which talks about new beginnings,” jimin took the pencil from jeongguk’s hand and started scribbling on the piece of paper, “then the lovers card is about soulmates and so is the 11:11 timestamps, oh! also the two of cups is about twin flame or a serious partnership thingy.”
“so? you are going to meet the love of your life?”
“how is that the answer to why i am getting so many déjà vu moments and the weird ass violent dreams—”
“oh shit” jeongguk cursed under his breath.
“what what what? did you think of something?”
“we missed the 14:15 class!!” jeongguk groaned, clutching his head. he hates professor kwon and if he misses any more of his classes, poor koo is going to fail so bad.
“fuck, what? he is supposed to hand out the end-sem assignment topics today,” jimin hurried to his feet, gathering his bag.
“it’s 14:40. we already missed it and you are dreaming if you think kwon is going to allow you in so late.”
the bag latched at the edge of jimin’s shoulder dropped down to the ground when his shoulders drooped, owing to the realization that they had, in fact, missed the class and there is no going back.
“i don’t think we can be friends anymore,” jimin gave jeongguk a solemn look after sitting back down.
jeongguk, who had lied down on the grass by then, closed his eyes, “you would be lost without me.”
“everyone likes to think that way,” jimin lied down as well, letting his back rest against the maple tree.
“go ahead, walk away.”
“mm, i will, after watching you fail in kwon’s class.”
“i will ace it.”
“right. sure. definitely you will. i totally believe that.”
the duo shared a light chuckle before a comfortable silence took over the environment.
“my sleep paralysis is getting worse. a few nights ago, taehyung told me that i was sleep-talking too,” jimin broke the silence after a while.
“why don’t you talk to taehyung?”
“he worries too much. i mean they are just dreams.”
“yeah, dreams which are fucking you up.”
“well, it’s not that bad...”
jeongguk opened his eyes and turned on his side, towards jimin, “stop downplaying it.”
“leave it. i am going back to the dorm.”
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April 16, 2022
jimin woke up in a cold sweat to his phone blaring in the middle of the night. he sat up at once, the back of his tank vest sticking to his skin owing to perspiration. he stared at his hands, they had both turned red and were sweating profusely. he was stuck in a bad dream and could not wake himself up. thankfully, his phone started ringing which brought him back. remembering the blaring call, jimin grabbed his phone but it had stopped ringing. he meant to keep it away, however, it started ringing again.
the insufferable jeon jeongguk.
“hey,” jimin heaved out, his heart still beating rapidly.
“woah, are you okay?” jeongguk’s excitement dampened to a worried tone.
“yeah, yeah. what happened?”
“bro, we got a free personal tarot reading with Rei of Light.”
“what?!” jimin’s voice went one octave higher.
“fuck yeah, okay listen — in her last video, she was picking random commenters for a free personal tarot reading giveaway since she reached a subscriber milestone. i commented and she replied on the comment that i have been selected!!”
“are you sure it’s her? could be an imposter too?”
“nope, i checked. it’s her. she has provided her mail and asked me to send her the convenient time to do the reading.”
“oh. sounds good, i guess.”
“stop second-guessing and just agree already. when are you free?”
“what day it is today?”
“16th april.”
“ahha, saturday then tomo — wait, remember in one of her readings, she had said that something significant is going to happen when the moon is in libra and that was in april, right?”
“yeah, i remember. wait, let me check once again,” jeongguk quickly checked with google before placing the phone back over his ear, “fuck. the full moon in libra is in april 16.”
“this is creepy...” jimin trailed off, feeling chills down his spine thinking about the vivid dream he just woke up from, trying to remember the whole dream but his mind replayed the same bits and pieces like a broken record.
“it’s not! it was meant to be! she could have replied tomorrow or yesterday but she replied today! it has to mean something.”
“like what?”
“that tomorrow you are meeting her and getting the personal tarot reading.”
“and how will that fix anything?”
“jimin. park jimin. dumbass. park dumbass. you are too fixated on finding an answer. it’s not always about an answer.”
“are you high?”
“unrelated, irrelevant and nothing you can prove. so, i am fixing the appointment with her for tomorrow. bye.”
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around late afternoon on a beautiful sunday, you were sat at the cafe two streets away from kyunghee university. they had a system of booths which was obscured and hence would not permit prying eyes to judge your craft. it felt like a decent place for a one-to-one reading, although now in hindsight, what if the person is a serial killer? no one would even be able to know for some time if the person just kills you and walks out. maybe you should do some vocal warm-ups to free up your throat in case the person tries to drive the knife through your stomach, so you can make a loud enough sound. alternatively, what if the person slits your throat, instead? is this why the Universe showed you the way to spirituality? — yeah, you are definitely a little bit too nervous for this interaction and conjuring up all sorts of idiotic scenarios.
this is the first time you are giving someone a face-to-face offline tarot reading. personally, you do not even think you are that good or if you are even conveying the messages properly. at the next swing of the air conditioner, you could smell your parfum — ‘Portrait of a Lady’ by Frederic Malle wafting around the air and it provided you with some ease as it was something familiar which helped you stay grounded.
you had conveyed the time and location of the meeting to the user “IU is my queen”
around 4 pm? at the ___ cafe, booth number 7
almost as if on cue, you could hear muffled footsteps outside the booth door at exactly 4 pm. quickly fixing your hair and clothes one last time, you brought a smile on your face as the doors slid horizontally to reveal the person on the other side. 
it did not take long for your soft smile to fade away on seeing the person stood in front of you.
“have i seen you before?”
i have seen him before but not in this lifetime.
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your hands placed on the table-top were shaking lightly, ears ringing as you felt an oncoming headache the moment the person came into your field of vision.
on the other hand, jimin opened his mouth in the process of saying something but closed it before opening it again to finally verbalise the words, “i was just about to ask that.” 
this has happened before. i have seen her before but not in this lifetime.
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around seven months ago, you started the YouTube channel ‘Rei of Light’ after you were convinced that you have enough knowledge, if not much, to finally read for others (and also after you had done so numerous times for family and friends).
unlike most tarot readers, you do not have an endearing story about your tarot journey. it started in quite an unusual way, but i guess we draw inspiration from everywhere. 
when you were in middle school, like every other all girls’ school students, your friends group used to go around trying everything. after-schools were strictly reserved for exploration when exams were not near. one day its karaoke, the other it’s a trek, and another day it’s playing games at the arcade. similarly, one day somebody (you cannot exactly remember now who it was) in the group suggested getting a reading from the resident tarot reader at the cafe near school. the lady used to only give readings on tuesday evenings.
after finalising the plan and working out the expenses of getting a reading, your small group headed to the cafe. it was decided that all of you would get a group because none of you had enough funds for individual readings.
it was easy to locate the lady, although she was not wearing any eccentric clothes or any other imagery (as you had expected, no thanks to the inaccurate media portrayals) but there was just something about her that you could easily recognise that yep, that’s her.
the lady was sat at a table in the corner, shuffling a deck of cards, with imagery different than playing cards, effortlessly between her fingers — the sound created was satisfying — it really drew you in. you could almost fall asleep listening to that uninterrupted shuffling, it had such a lulling effect.
after your little group got seated in front of her, she wordlessly kept shuffling the cards before spreading them out on the table-top face down.
“pick ten cards. two each,” she spoke up and smiled for the first time that evening. her arms now resting near her thighs as she leaned back to let you and your friends choose — her aura was warm and very welcoming.
the imagery at the back of the cards were all the same so there was nothing that visually attracted you, but you were the first one to pull out two cards from the pile — you segregated them from the rest of the pile neatly and set them aside as you waited for your friends to take their pick — following your lead, they did the same.
“interesting,” the lady mumbled, her eyes at you before she sat up straighter and checked the two cards that you had picked.
“did i do something wrong?”
“absolutely not, dear. rather, you have an interesting future ahead,” she placed the two cards back down, this time face up, “the moon and the star. beautiful celestial bodies — such a precious energy.”
your meek eyes were quick to catch that both the cards had the numbers 17 and 18 on them, like in a sequence. the joy of hearing ‘the moon’ did not linger when you were confronted by the imagery on ‘the moon’ card. the moon was depicted more like the sun and instead of basking in its eternal beauty, it rather looked perplexed and deep in thoughts, like something was wrong or something was not adding up. in contrast, the star card was visually emotionless and had a big star on the top and underneath it, a lady pouring water on the ground and in the waterbody in front of her; it seemed paradoxical. *
* [the imagery is based on the rider waite tarot cards]
“they don’t look happy.”
“you are not wrong but let me tell you, from what i can feel of this energy here, for you it’s going to turn out happy.”
“but what does it mean?”
the lady chuckled, “you know most people come to me to hear good things and don’t really care about symbolism, but you are one of the rare cuties who ask what it means. well, the moon refers to a number of things but for you it means that you should pay more attention to your dreams—”
“—my dreams?”
“—yes, your dreams. for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”
“i-i don’t understand.”
“i am afraid i have to get to your friends. our time is almost over.”
you went to protest and ask more questions but chose to keep quiet instead. however, none of it still made sense. you are not one prone to bad dreams, you cannot even remember the last upsetting dream you had. later in the day when you reached home, all you could fixate on was reading up the various meanings of the two tarot cards. notwithstanding which version you read, none of them seemed to have a correlation to you, your life, or your situation.
“maybe the lady was wrong.” became your mantra as you dedicated all your free time to reading up on tarot and watching tarot videos. for christmas that year, you saved up money and bought your first tarot deck — rider waite and thus started your spiritual journey.
it was probably at the age of sixteen onwards when you started having nightmares — it all consisted of losing a person to an accident, or to a disease or knowing that they have not reincarnated in that life with you and then having to live out the rest of your life without them. your soul felt like it was inexplicably interconnected with the other soul, it would even tug at your chest and you would almost always wake up with tears flowing incessantly from your eyes and a deep-rooted heartache — the type which usually means you are having a heart attack. it would be next to impossible to get you to stop crying or clutching at your chest as if it would ease the pain somehow, but your parents know after getting checked by a number of top-rated cardiologists in the country, it was not a heart attack but just a heartache, painful one at that. maybe you were just meant to feel the pain but again you did not know ‘why?’. the dreams scared you of something you have never faced before, they stressed you out to the point that you were scared of falling asleep — afraid of putting yourself through that same pain again.
disturbed, stressed, anxious — you tried to delve deeper into the spiritual world. you tried reading up on witchcraft, spells, the various schools of religion, and of course tarot but all that it yielded was a rapid decline in your grades to the extent that your parents were called in and informed that you would be expelled if you were to maintain such negligible scores.
it took your parents taking away your phone, access to internet, your tarot decks and other resources you had piled up on, to finally get you some much needed headspace.
the dreams slowly stopped becoming so violent when you swallowed the fact that everything cannot be possibly explained at the very moment. the dreams seemed to have changed their version with time — earlier it used to be just you going through the heartbreak and left alone to shoulder the pain but lately, you find a soft hand extended towards you; when you are at your lowest, this hand pops up in the dreams and when you hold it, it helps bring you back to your feet. you do see a face in the dreams but it’s not a face that you have ever encountered in real life nor can you describe it once you wake up. it seemed to be another thing that your mind was ready to fixate on but instead you shook your head and understood that things need time to be played out, they require the time to bloom and become the proper blessings that you are supposed to receive and enjoy in this lifetime. so, you took a step back, deep breath in and out and let the cards play themselves out. [pun intended]
now in your early twenties, majoring in history in one of the top colleges of the country, you have a clearer conscience which is not constantly overburdened with the urge to know every answer out there. you will know when it is time. you still hold the reins to your life — bleach your hair as it pleases in the obnoxious colour that tickles your fancy, adding more piercings or tattoos, partying till late and then pulling a decent grade in a major that interests you — but in terms of spirituality, you let your spirit guides lead the way. what is meant to be yours, will be yours at the right time. 
after finishing your elective three months ancient practices course in india, you were introduced to the possibility that the hand in your dreams might belong to your spirit guide or guardian angel and it made sense, it just made so much sense. a week after you settled back into your dorm, you posted the first tarot reading on your youtube channel because it felt like something that you just had to do.
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“what shall i get you guys started with?” the waitress smiled as she walked in, breaking the silence that had seeped in when your lucky subscriber walked in.
you lowered your gaze breaking the eye-contact as you gently cleared your throat. jimin, also, touched the back of his neck shyly before taking the seat in front of you.
“i will have a lemonade, please.”
“make it two,” jimin put down the menu which he had just picked up.
the waitress smiled, noting it down and walked out, leaving the two of you alone.
“um, let’s just get started, okay? can i get your name?” your voice came out softer than you intended to, almost like you were trying to unconsciously appeal to him.
“yeah, i guess. i’m jimin. also, i didn’t catch your name.”
“it’s y/n,” you mumbled, hands too busy shuffling the cards to ease the anxiety that you felt from the earlier incident. he is the perfect stranger; you have never known anyone with the name jimin nor have you ever seen this guy before and yet you can swear you know him too well. 
you tried to channel your focus back to the cards and had barely begun to shuffle the transparent tarot deck when four cards flew right out and landed onto the table. pouting a little, you continued and drew out two more cards to complete the tarot part of the reading. when you tried to pick up the cards, owing to your short nails you could not grip the edge of the cards to flip them over.
the corner of jimin’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he tried to stifle his chuckle, he did not mean to be offensive in any way but it was just endearing to watch you struggle at picking up the cards. deciding to put you out of your misery, jimin grabbed the cards and put them face forward on the table.
you were ready to cry, honestly. this is the first time that you are giving one of your subscribers a personal reading and everything that can possibly gone wrong, has. first the awkward encounter, then you meant to show off a bit with your shuffling skills which was watered down by the spirits throwing the cards at your face and then you struggled to even pick up the cards. the cards that you handle almost every single day! how embarrassing.
you cleared your throat again, swallowing your tears this time before regaining your composure. usually you start with small talk as you like to make the other person feel comfortable but today you just anxiously skipped to the reading — wanting it to be over soon. although it is supposed to be a big deal, but your mind kept leaping back to the previous mishap, your feet tapping against the floor in a constant rhythmic manner. it feels both wrong and the rightest thing that has ever happened in your life.
“the best thing about this deck is that you can pile the cards to form a new imagery” [you put the first three cards on top of each other to form a unified imagery] “we have ten of cups, three of cups, justice,” [you put the fourth card aside separately] “and the moon.” and there it is, your heart has started aching again. it is feeble but you can feel it clearly at the bottom of your chest, pulsing throughout your heart. you have always shared this bittersweet relation with the moon but this is the first time that you have started feeling the good ol’ heartache just because the card showed up in a reading, a reading for someone else.
“are you okay?” jimin asked upon noticing the grimace on your face.
“oh, absolutely!” you turned your frown to a grin, “looks like we have a love situation here, jimin.” [you kept stacking the three cards as neatly as possibly, brushing fingers over the imagery of the cups gently] “the three of cups makes me think of a celebration, look at these three figures clinking their cups together like they are harmonising ‘cheeers!’ it doesn’t necessarily have to be a grand party, it can be an intimate get together too but it feels like you are introduced to the other person through a mutual person. now with the justice card it makes me think that whoever this other person is, they are going to be your perfect half and your intellectual and emotional equal who will balance you out. also, it is related to the signs of libra and gemini—”
“— i am a libra sun with a gemini moon,” jimin spoke in-between.
“oh! you know your signs, that’s nice. well, the signs are just an extra layer of confirmation which can mean that you are on the right path keep going! the ten of cups is a happy card, it symbolises a happy long term emotional commitment. [you point to the two figures sharing the cups] notice how the two figures are in an embracing position? like they are just happy and celebrating how many cups they have! if you are not looking for a relationship then it works just fine with colleagues or new friendships but it is a card which talks about fruitful companionship, something that will fulfil both the parties involved and even convert to marriage or a successful partnership.”
“is it weird that every time i watch any of your readings or even any other tarot reader’s video, i always get most of these cards. like they always somehow show up with the same messages.” 
“not weird at all. it just means this is an urgent message that spirit wants you to know.”
“but everything that i am going through have nothing to do with a relationship.”
“maybe you are not able to see the bigger picture.”
“i like that. please, continue, i am sorry i interrupted,” jimin admitted sheepishly, before drinking some of the lemonade.
“not at all. this is a conversation. so, moving on — ah the moon... i will get a clarifier for this,” [you shuffle the rider waite tarot deck and shortly ‘the star’ card flies out from the deck] “oh great,” you mumbled. the Universe is messing with you, right? the same two cards that you had received in your first reading, the same two cards which is the reason why you are sitting here today doing tarot readings.
“what? is this a bad combination?” jimin asked as you quieted down.
“no, actually,” [you start speaking subconsciously] “you should refer to your dreams, if you had any significant ones. it seems like for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”
your throat felt extremely parched all of a sudden — the realization that you narrated that lady’s interpretation of the cards without thinking twice but the interpretation seems to fit jimin’s situation too because you do not feel like you said anything wrong. grabbing the glass of lemonade, you chugged it down in one go.
“i am so sorry — okay, so lastly for the tarot cards we have the tower and death. mm, it’s a nice combo. they go pretty well as the tower deals with a significant event in your life where it felt like everything just crashed down, your dreams, aspirations — but it feels like you have passed your tower moment, maybe you are still in the process of healing yourself but since we also have the death card which represents the end of a cycle so that gives space for a new cycle — a happier cycle to start.”
“like the page of wands.”
your eyes turned to him in a flash as you did not expect him to know much about cards, “wow, you know your cards.”
jimin let a chuckle, “a few months ago i fell down the rabbit hole of tarot looking for answers.”
“did you find your answers?”
“not the ones i wanted but i did get some, very strong ones certainly.”
you chuckled this time, “it do be like that sometimes. don’t worry, tarot is all about interpretations and perspectives. maybe at the moment it didn’t make sense because we might not be looking at it the right way, but it will all add up.”
“alright, for the oracle part we will take three cards to get any additional information,” [you shuffle the starseed oracle deck] “we have ‘new earth’, ‘all paths lead home’ and for the last one” [two cards fall out of the deck] “— oops, two cards fell out. guess, i will take them. it’s the ‘courageous pony’ and ‘deep cellular healing’.”
“alright, so ‘new earth’ means that things are unfolding as they should so don’t give up now. you are on the right path — i feel like i have said this three times already — [light chuckle] you are closer to uncovering the truth than you think. for the ‘all paths lead home’ — this is funny, remember how you said you turned to tarot because you wanted answers? well spirit, through this card, is asking you to look within, your soul has all the answers you need. your soul feels like it has seen and felt a lot of things, definitely an old soul. next, the ‘courageous pony’ is asking you to be more outspoken, don’t try to bury all your thoughts deep within. maybe you have become habituated with burying things deep down but it is time to break free from that habit. talk with your friends, or your family and let it all out. and finally, affirming what i said earlier — ‘deep cellular healing’ is about healing your wounds, healing your inner child, doing shadow work to clear your conscience, so you can focus on new things than being stuck in the past.”
jimin’s eyes turned glassy as your words deeply comforted him, he had absolutely no idea what the messages even pertained to but just being talked to in a manner — in the manner that the person on the other side understands him or, at the very least, has a vague idea of the predicament he is in — he feels comforted. a feeling that had been missing from his life for a long time.
you kept smiling nervously, waiting for jimin to say something — anything but when his lips finally parted to let a sound out, his phone started ringing — breaking the veil of uncomfortable silence.
jimin’s eyes quickly fleeted to the blaring phone kept on the table-top, his glassy eyes drying up in a beat as he silenced the incoming call from the insufferable jeon jeongguk, “sorry about that. thank you so much for the reading. i-um, i am sorry but i am at a loss of words and i feel like i am doing you a disservice with this stupid feedback to such an enlightening reading, but my mind is just all over the place.”
you frowned a little, “hey, look at me. it’s alright, you know? it’s alright to feel that way.”
he nodded, grabbing his phone as he scurried to his feet, “i will be taking your leave. thank you again for the reading! i know it doesn’t seem like so, but it has helped me greatly.”
before you could bid goodbye, jimin walked out in a hurry. his face had the same grimace over his ethereal features like you had when you felt the heartache. as he left, you felt a sense of emptiness surround you. your ears weren’t ringing anymore nor was there any dull heartache lurking around. breaking out of your trance, you left the booth too to catch one last glimpse of the perfect stranger, but he had left already. you looked around the cafe; buzzing with people, couples, teenagers but your perfect stranger was nowhere to be seen. sighing, you went to collect the bill, but the waitress let you know that mr park had paid for it already.
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jimin crossed the road, speed-walking back to his dorm at the kyunghee campus. he was feeling the same overwhelming feeling that he did when his father passed away two years ago in a car accident. a dread took over him, he felt like he was about to throw up and none of that made any sense. meeting you — it was such an amazing experience, but his mind was flooded with colourless memories of a distant past where he lost someone close to his heart, someone who’s hands resembled yours, the same hands that slipped away from his. the memories weren’t his, they cannot possibly be his because he has never gone through something like that. the colourless memories blended with the recent memories of losing his father, causing his face to lose all colour altogether as he stumbled at his room finally.
placing his hand on the doorknob with the plea to twist it open, he lost his balance and passed out at the threshold with a muffled thud.
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luckily, taehyung was still in the dorm and upon hearing the crashing sound and discovering his best friend in such a state, he rushed jimin inside.
once he successfully got his friend on the bed, taehyung tried to shake jimin awake but to no avail. he quickly grabbed a bottle of water and sprinkled some over jimin’s face which seemed to do the trick as jimin’s eye crinkled open.
upon regaining consciousness, jimin sat up at once, grabbing taehyung’s shirt as tightly as possible, “it was so dark, fuck it was so dark.”
“jiminie it’s me. you’re okay. nothing happened. here, drink some water,” taehyung sat at the foot of the bed after handing the bottle of water to his friend.
jimin took a few sips before balling up on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. he could hear taehyung asking what happened and about his whereabouts but slowly the voice seemed to grow distant like it was coming from another room, another building, another reality — as a strange tiredness took over him, his eyes drooping close, ensuing a dream.
taehyung stopped enquiring further when he was met with silence. at first it alarmed him ‘cause he thought jimin blacked out again but when the non-rhythmic snores of his friend reached his ears, he visibly calmed down, letting a sigh he did not know he was holding on to.
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jimin woke up in the middle of the night. 
everything outside had quieted down, the blinds were drawn closely, not allowing any moonlight in. he sat up and noticed that taehyung was also sleeping on the same bed, poor thing must have been worried sick.
jimin looked around for his phone to check the time — it was 03:47am and the only sound he could hear was taehyung’s soft rhythmic breathing. jimin felt so fresh, so energetic like a wave of stamina had washed over him but all he wanted to do was talk, he badly needed to talk. waking taehyung up seemed like a bad choice because he must have fallen asleep worried whereas namjoon sleeps early. he tried calling jeongguk but his cell was unreachable for some reason. he got off the bed carefully before walking to the windows. moving aside the blinds a bit, his eyes were able to trace out the beautiful moon in the sky.
first he felt overwhelmed and now he felt frustrated because finally he was ready — or at least he thinks he was — to talk, talk about his father passing away and how much it affected him so much to the point that he just sat at home for two years — burdened with new responsibilities to support his mother and brother. he forced himself to swallow all the tears and held his composure day in and out for the sake of his mother. he was supposed to go study film and multimedia at sungkyunkwan university that fall but he dropped out and took up odd jobs till his mother recovered and resumed the flower shop business that his mother along with his now gone father had dearly curated. two years passed by in the blink of an eye as jimin was in a constant state before his mom finally pushed him to pursue higher education and join his friends. jimin was against the idea because he wanted to be there for his mom, his mom and brother were all he had left now, and life had certainly proved to be so unpredictable.
taehyung took it upon himself to furnish all the formalities when jimin’s mom contacted her son’s best friend. he submitted the forms, took care of the dorm room arrangements, inter alia before jimin finally joined him after leaving busan following the two years living in a fog-like state.
jimin opened instagram and navigated to your profile before clicking on the ‘message’ option after debating on it for a few minutes. his eyes were stuck to your profile picture, your smile was absolutely infectious, and he swears you look the best in the blue dress that he gifted you — he zoned out again before finally typing out everything that was on his mind. he mentioned how he thinks that he has gone through the tower moment of his life — his father’s untimely demise — and is ready for a new beginning. that he felt anew after receiving the beautiful reading from such a beautiful person inside and out. yes, yes, he is sort of flirting, but you are the perfect stranger. you have over a 10k followers, and it is so unlikely that you would even check his direct message — it would be pushed down under the sea of messages you must be receiving on a daily basis. furthermore, neither his username nor his profile name has his real name on there, additionally his profile picture is an anime one so you would not even know it is him.
debating over it for a few seconds before clicking on the arrow at the left of the text box, jimin locked his phone and went back to sleep feeling better.
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“so, what happened yesterday?” jeongguk asked after the morning class ended and the duo headed to the canteen.
“nothing!” jimin was beaming. he felt so free, so light — from what — he does not know but he ain’t complaining about it either.
“uh-huh, taehyung was saying that you blacked out last night. also, you hadn’t taken my call last day.”
“because your dumbass called while i was still talking y/n.”
“y/n?”
“the creator behind Rei of Light.”
jeongguk’s jaw fell open, “you dawg! so you did go to the reading but did not think of letting me know!?!?!?!”
jimin chuckled and stood in the queue to order a cup of coffee. jeongguk took place behind him and nudged him forward, pleading that the older male tell him every last bit of the details. losing his balance, jimin stumbled forward — grazing the person in front of him.
“shit. i am sorry!” jimin blurted out.
the person turned back, ready to forgive the polite intruder when their eyes met — for the second time. your smile faltered at recognising the man — the man who had lent his hand to you last night in your dreams — finally you have a face to the person, and it is this man who is standing in front of you, jimin.
“hi, jimin,” you let out a breathy greeting.
“hi, y/n,” jimin replied with the same fervour. 
jeongguk watched you two just staring at each other so he cleared his throat, “ahem. i will see you in class.”
“in class?”
“yes, in class in an hour?”
“in an hour?”
“yes,” jeongguk walked away shortly to give you two some privacy.
grabbing a pair of iced cafe lattes, you two walked to one of the empty tables. however, neither of you said a word before you remembered his texts last night.
“i read your texts from last night.”
“my tex— wait, you saw them?? and you knew it was from me?”
“yeah, i cannot explain how but i just knew that it was you, i wanted to reply to you but i was running late for class so kept it on hold to reply properly.”
“uh, you don’t really have to reply. i just needed to vent, i guess.”
you nodded, “although i will admit that i was surprised it is an anime fan account. thought it would be an IU fan account.”
“IU fan account?”
“yeah, your youtube handle is IU is my queen, right?”
jimin laughed, “oh, that was my friend, jeongguk’s profile. he had won the giveaway actually, but he claimed it was for me and forced me to go.”
“oh? what a weird series of coincidences.”
“anyways, i am sorry again for unloading on you like that. i really needed to talk but had no one at the moment.”
“not at all, i would like to think that you had me,” you smiled.
jimin nodded, smiling fondly, “so, you study here?”
“yes, i am from the history faculty.”
“it’s the other campus, right?”
“yeah. okay, funny story; i was supposed to meet my friend who studies film making in your building but after i reached here, she cancelled last moment. i thought oh well, might as well get a drink for my way back.”
“truly a weird series of coincidences.”
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“hi, i am sorry but i will be stealing this dumbass,” jeongguk appeared like the devil, “kwon’s class started five minutes ago, let’s go.”
“koo, that’s rude. you go ahead, i don’t think i will attend today.”
“no, please go to your class. i don’t want you to stay back because of me.”
“yes, thank you for speaking some sense,” jeongguk feigned a sarcastic smile at you before turning to his friend, “today is the class test, park. no resits.”
“fuck, it’s today?” jimin got to his feet at once, “shit, i am sorry but i have to leave, kwon hates us both.”
you chuckled at the friend duo, “we will talk later.”
jimin grabbed his bag and started walking away but turned back, “can i have your number?”
“yeah, of course. it’s-” you waited as jimin fumbled to take out his phone.
“just take his number, i don’t want to fail ‘cause of him,” jeongguk sighed before reciting the ten-digit cell number of his friend.
“wait, i have to pay for the coffee.”
“actually, no you had paid that day although it was supposed to be a free reading, so it was on me,” you recounted how unfair it was for him to pay.
“there, problem solved, love birds,” jeongguk grabbed jimin’s shirt and dragged the man away.
you heard a distant but enthusiastic bye and could not help but laugh out loud.
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jimin grabbed the blank sheet professor kwon handed out distastefully and took his seat. he took out his phone to put it on silent when a new message appeared on his notifications which immediately put a smile on his face.
+829876543210: all the best. hwaiting! ^~^
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five months later:
“you know, it doesn’t make sense.”
“mm?” jimin turned to you, his index finger tracing out figures to the side of your arm as you are sat on his lap in the dorm.
“out of all the tarot readings that i have received, i was told that my soulmate would be super tall and super handsome. the Universe has scammed me.”
jimin’s eyes narrowed, “oh yeah?” his hands grabbed your sides as he started tickling you. laughing, you toppled on the bed, trying to pry his hands away.
unbeknownst to the pair of you, taehyung had just walked in as jimin got on top of you, still tickling you.
“no no no no, not this again. do you guys have any shame? you asshole, you share this room with me!” taehyung yelled at jimin.
you pushed jimin to the side and sat up, “tae, we are sorry.”
“we are?” jimin sat up too.
“you will be when this goes live on my IG,” jeongguk appeared from behind taehyung, the phone in his hand videotaping the whole ordeal.
jimin laughed as you ran behind jeongguk to grab his phone.
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cutiesexylovelysweet · 2 months
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Sacrifice: Taekook
Synopsis: Jungkook runs into a scammer who destroys his relationship and pushes him to start a new life without his lover. How long will he run from his feelings when there's a child involved?
Genre: Romance; lovers to strangers.
Warning: Contains mentions of sexual activities. Fluff, angst, cheating, more plot than meaningless sex scenes.
Chapter 1
Taehyung's home
"This should be good." He turned around to check himself out in the mirror again. "Good," he smiled and smacked his ass.
Wearing a two dollar crop top and shorts wasn't something to worry if his boyfriend would like it or if people would bother about the price. The one thing that Taehyung had to worry about was to get past the living room, as in, sneak out of the house without getting caught.
If he missed Jungkook's concert that night, he'd have a heart attack, and he'd cry forever for missing his boyfriend's first ever show.
Not even the entire gods of hell could stop him that night.
He crossed his bag over his shoulder and picked up his white sneakers, opting to sneak out barefooted.
All the lights in the living room where turned off.
"Very good." He mumbled to himself as he tiptoed to the living room, making his way toward the door.
Suddenly, his father was rushing to him. The man wasn't sleeping after all. He took off his slippers and threw at Taehyung.
"Where do you think you're going to?" The man's groggy voice resounded in the space.
Taehyung dodged the slippers and ran to the door, pulling it hastily and running into the street with his sneakers in hand as if he was thrown out of the house.
"Get back here, Taehyung!" He could hear his father's voice echoing in the street.
"Go to sleep, dad. Leave me alone." He rolled his eyes and set his shoes down to put them on, looking back to make sure his father was chasing after him.
"You better not come back to this house, you dirty prostitute!" The man shouted before shutting the door.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The boy mumbled as he walked down to the bustop.
He would probably get hit by his father the next day but it would be worth it. He'd gladly receive the beating for Jungkook's sake.
Ten minutes later, it didn't look like he'd get a vehicle by just standing there. He opened his app and booked a ride.
While waiting he brings out a lollipop from his cross bag and unwraps it before popping it into his mouth. He'd taste sweet when Jungkook kissed him.
The ride shows up 2 minutes later.
"I'm going to Jungkook's concert." He told the driver.
The middle-aged man gave him a confused look. "Who is Jungkook?"
Pfft, of course no one knew Jungkook except for his two elder brothers, twenty-two fans and of course ,Taehyung who was his number one biggest supporter. It didn't matter, Jungkook was born to be a star and he'd become one very soon.
The whole world better watch out for his boyfriend.
"Who's Jungkook? Are you going or not?" The driver asked him again.
Taehyung blinked and smiled. "Just take me to BIFF square."
He got in the car and they zoomed off to his favorite artist's concert.
BIFF Square
The small venue was already lit, ready for an electrifying performance. The stage had been set up by Jungkook, Jin—his older brother and Yoongi, their family friend.
Colorful lights adorned the backdrop. They were cheap stuff but their budget was tight and they couldn't spend money on more expensive equipment. They wouldn't be able to cover rent for their apartment or even buy food had they spent more on the concert.
This was just a way to create publicity for Jungkook and get people to try his music. It wouldn't be an easy journey for a young upcoming artist to blow up and top the charts without knowing anyone in the industry. But they had to start somewhere.
Well, Jungkook knew no one. They had no money to do the necessary promotions needed. Even with Jin as Jungkook's manager, the elder had no connections to link up with his brothers talent.
The sound system hummed with anticipation, and a table displayed neatly arranged merch and freebies for the fans.
An hour before the concert, Jungkook paced the stage nervously. He was worried out of his mind that no one would show up.
What if everything turned out to be a waste of time and money?
What if no one showed up?
Some people commented on his posts that they would attend because he was handsome. Those were not his true fans. The real ones loved his music first before his appearance.
Jin approached the artist, handing over a microphone, "Yoongi said that you should do a sound check."
Jungkook nodded and took the mic. Jin noticed the sadness on his brother's face and pat his shoulder.
"Kook. Everything will be fine."
Jungkook, however, felt a wave of doubt. He couldn't bring himself to open his mouth, his energy had drained.
Yoongi focused on technical details to ensure that the sound and light worked fine. He looked up at the brothers and shook his head.
"Come on, Jungkook, test the mic! We're doing this, whether there's a crowd or not. Jin, leave him alone to test the damn mic."
Jin rolled his eyes and moved away from Jungkook.
The youngest hesitated, then reluctantly took the mic, feeling the cool metal in his hand. The empty venue echoed with his voice as he began to sing.
About thirty minutes later, Taehyung entered the venue. Jungkook noticed him and, with a wide smile, continued singing until the end of the mic check before rushing over to embrace his boyfriend tightly.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, squeezing the flesh softly. He visibly relaxed in Taehyung's arms. That boy always brought magic to him, always took away his anxiety; that was his backbone right there, and he felt like he could achieve anything with Taehyung by his side.
"Sorry, I'm late," Taehyung whispered, his lips finding Jungkook's in a gentle kiss.
Jungkook kissed him back and licked his lips, tasting the cherry flavored lip gloss on his boyfriend's lips.
"You're right on time, baby. I missed you. I was so scared your father wouldn't let you come."
"The gates of hell couldn't even stop me." He scoffed.
"Thank you so much, baby."
Breaking away, Taehyung offered, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Jungkook shook his head, "Everything's set. I'm just... nervous, Tae. No one's shown up yet." He bit his lower lip.
Taehyung hugged him reassuringly, planting another kiss on his lips. "If no one shows up, I'm going to their houses to drag them out here."
They giggled and held hands. Jungkook stared at the boy with twinkling eyes, falling in love all over again.
Yoongi and Jin simultaneously cleared their throats, drawing their attention.
Taehyung detached from Jungkook, going up on stage to greet them.
Jin complimented Taehyung's outfit, and Taehyung returned the compliment with a playful grin.
Yoongi, however, eyed Jin from head to toe, shaking his head.
The elder was wearing all pink, his entire back was open and his smooth, white skin shined sweetly under the stage lights.
Beautiful.
Yoongi blinked twice to call himself back to order and put back his attention on the sound system. This was not the right time to stare at a beautiful male. He shouldn't even stare at his best friend like that.
An hour and thirty minutes later, the small venue had gathered about ten enthusiastic attendees, and Jungkook couldn't have been happier. Grateful smiles spread across his face as the concert started, and he sang his heart out, feeding off the energy of the crowd. Yeah, ten was a crowd.
In the forefront, of course Taehyung, the president of Jungkook's loyal fan club stood with his phone out, capturing every moment of his boyfriend's performance. He cheered louder than anyone, encouraging the people to make noise and support Jungkook.
The artist sang with passion, his love for music could be seen in the way he'd momentarily shut his eyes and place his hand on his chest while singing. Sometimes he'd stare directly into Taehyung's eyes, dedicating the songs he'd written about their love to him.
As the final notes faded away, Jungkook was exhausted, he thanked his fans and promised them good music.
The artist finally went behind the stage to take a moment to catch his breath and drink water.
Yoongi diligently packed up the equipment, rolling up wires, shutting down the sound system and lights.
While Jin was still on his laptop as he monitored the videos he had posted about the concert. Fifty-one live views wasn't bad.
Taehyung was a social butterfly and as the President of Jungkook's fan club, he moved among the ten fans, sharing merch with a warm smile. He even collected their numbers, planning to add them to a group to keep the connection alive beyond the concert.
The small turnout didn't spoil the spirit of the night; instead, it became a cherished memory of the genuine support of those who showed up.
Soon, they'd all look back at their small beginnings and be proud of their resilience and consistency.
With tasks completed and the venue now empty, the group gathered around Yoongi's car in an open field, ready to celebrate.
Yoongi and Jin opted to enjoy their drinks inside the car, while Taehyung and Jungkook found a quiet corner a little further away.
Jungkook was still riding the high of the performance. He felt like a big star. He wasn't one yet but he could see the future, brighter than the stage lights.
He had everything planned out. He'd move to Seoul and get signed by a big company. Jin would continue as his manager and tour around the world with him. Suga would become a well known producer, working with international and local artists. Then he'd marry Taehyung and they'd start a beautiful family together.
Jungkook wouldn't let the boy work or stress himself. Thankfully, Taehyung could carry babies. They were a perfect match and they would have beautiful children.
Very soon.
The artist kissed his boyfriend passionately, hands cupping his ass while Taehyung held his waist.
Jungkook was expressing his gratitude for the unwavering support. That kiss and his love was all he could offer Taehyung for the mean time.
They pulled back, foreheads touching, locking eyes in a moment that seemed like time slowed down.
"Thanks for always being here for me, baby," Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung smiled, "Your efforts will pay off, Jungkook. Believe in yourself, the way I believe in you. I love you so much, baby."
The artist kissed his nose, his lips and then his neck. Taehyung shut his eyes, brows furrowed as he gave Jungkook more space to kiss his neck.
"I want you so bad, Tae." Jungkook breathed softly. "I love you, I need you."
"I'm right here, baby." Taehyung giggled at how desperate his boyfriend sounded.
Jungkook looked at where Yoongi and Jin were still drinking. The elders didn't look like they were paying attention to the couple.
The artist dipped his hand in his pocket and got his wallet, searching inside it. He looked at Taehyung with a disappointed frown. "I don't have a condom."
Taehyung was about to say something before he was interrupted. "We could..."
Their intimate moment was interrupted by Yoongi's honk, echoing through the field. "Enough romance, you two! Get in the car or you'll be walking home!"
Jungkook chuckled, stealing one more kiss from Taehyung before they headed towards the car.
A/n
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justimajin · 9 months
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Winter Splashes
Genre: Pure Fluff (with like a drop of angst)
↳ Writer Reader x Painter Taehyung AU
Words: 14k
Summary: Being a writer is a difficult job - you have daunting deadlines to meet, new characters to develop and constantly seek out bundles of inspiration. However, this profession also demands that you go with the flow, a simple phrase that morphs into a much bigger business issue when your book sales are on the verge of disappearing. It doesn't help that you're thrown a major curve-ball, one that leaves you asking a very ominous question:
✒ How are you supposed to write about romance?
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The large brown table has a mountain of colours spewed on it, ranging from hard-covered to soft-covered, light laughs to deep wails, a short stack of words with sharp statements to a long flow of words that could have imaginations whisked away. The bound pages each have different illustrations depicted, their sheer volume only seeming to be endless when another array of them starts to form right below the table. Among all this, two words are engraved with a swirl into each of them and it’s a name that never fails to raise a hearty smile. 
“Y/N L/N.” 
The man on the other end repeats in the midst of your thoughts, your eyes trailing along with every book he takes out of the cardboard box. His brows are furrowed whenever he leans down, brown locks falling down onto his eyes and flush lips stretched out in wonder. He glances over at you with wide eyes from where you’re seated in the corner, the forecasted dreamy look you hold immediately vanishing into bewilderment. “There’s seriously a lot of them now.”
With a smile, you nod as he places the last batch underneath the table and turns to face you, “All of them did well in the market too.” He picks up a black book with dark purple and red swirls lining the cover, clouds of smoke in the background of a woman who holds a horrific expression, “Even after you created this,” Another book meets his hands, this time with hues of pink, blue and yellow splashed on the surface, a multitude of flowers scattered on the surface, “And then this.”
A chuckle escapes you, springing up from your seat with a cherry grin. 
“Well, you know what they say!” You point a cheesy finger at him, placing a powerful hand on your hip like you were some kind of superhero, “The biggest risks will always lead to the best results.” 
“Or the worst results.” He pursues his lips, “But you have managed to tackle a lot of genres in your writing, I’ll say that much.” 
You stroll closer, eyes dramatically wide and mouth agape, “Was that a….compliment?” 
He whips around, appearing offended. “Hey! I’ve given you plenty of compliments before.” 
“You said my last book was ridiculous and that I wasn’t allowed to turn the main character into a fish.” 
“Because that was ridiculous! Why would you even write something like that?!” 
“It’s unique! You know, the good ol’ being interesting enough to read more?” You smirk, leaning towards him with suspicious eyes, “Are you sure you’re an actual editor, Jin?” 
Seokjin rolls his eyes, placing the book in his hands down with a sigh, “I’m just saying that maybe you could try writing something simple this time around. Something without all the plot twists and weird revelations.” 
You narrow your eyes, not yet ready to budge until he glares at you in exasperation, “Hm, Fair enough. So what’s hot on the market?” 
You eagerly eye him, aware of his tendency to keep tabs on what the current status of the highest selling books were. 
“There’s been a demand for something else recently.” His voice grows wary and you raise an eyebrow, following after him as he brings over a sealed box you’ve haven’t seen before. He slices through the tape and begins taking out the paper packaging, revealing a new set of books that don’t carry your signature. 
“What is this?” You probe, picking one up that has an intricate image of a boy and a girl with glittering golden and silver eyes. “A werewolf story?” 
Jin hums, “There’s other ones too.” 
The books go flying from the box as you toss them out, taking one quick glance before allowing it to meet the pile you’re forming on the table. There’s covers depicting snow with a vampire, an image of a stethoscope, another of a basketball court, and heck, even one with the premise of two people switching bodies. You stare at Jin perplexed, not grasping onto how these random titles were going to be helpful to you. 
He leans back, resting himself on the perch of the table. He smiles like he knows something you don’t ‒ a gesture that has you nearly pestering him for an answer until he finally speaks. 
“How do you feel about romance?”
“The genre?” He nods, “I don’t know, I guess it’s nice? It’s cute and all, and that-” 
He continues to smile and there’s something about it that’s unintentionally connected to the dots for you. 
You’ve made up your mind already, “I can’t.” 
“Why?” 
“Because it’s romance!” You raise up your hands in exasperation, but Jin just stares at you, not understanding the big deal, “You know, people gushing and giggling over each other for an entire book. Who wants to read something like that??” 
“This is coming from someone that wrote about a guy turning into a fish.”
“It was unique!” You chime in again, but Jin simply sighs and slides over the books you had previously yanked out. 
“It’s not what the market wants though, Y/N. All of these books went on to become popular just for being in the genre.” He attempts to reason, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I still think you should give it a shot.” 
Your lips set into a firm line, gaze drifting over to the atrocious covers that Jin’s lined up on the table. 
You suppose it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, you’ve been through writing spurts, endlessly crafting out fantasy words in efforts of making it through the deadlines you’re faced with. You’ve faced the mixture of stress and adrenaline, desperately pushing yourself to keep going even if your tank of fuel is failing on you. You’ve spent the long hours of digging your nose into hours of research, familiarising yourself with something out of your comfort zone just for the sake of making your writing better. 
But...romance? 
A genre you’ve skimmed over in hopes of creating something else, a genre that you’ve barely given a second glance because…...well… 
You research things. You try to improve things. And the best way to improve, is totry…...
Even though you have no clue what you’re getting yourself into. 
“I don’t know…” You quietly mumble, fiddling with the bottom of your sweater. “What if it sucks?” 
“You’ll never know unless you try.” Jin offers, but it doesn’t take away the unsettling feeling in your stomach from just thinking about it. He simply stares as you grow silent, letting out a sigh. 
Reaching over to grab a familiar coat, he tosses it over your head. You immediately react, flabbergasted by the sudden flying article of clothing. 
“What was that for?!” 
“Come on.” He slides his arms through a brown one with a knowing smile, “You work based on inspiration,” He glances around the dusty office, nearly packed with opened cardboard boxes and books, “and I don’t think you’ll get much from here.” 
You grin, slipping on the rough material instantly. 
***
The streets are bustling, packed with crowds of people huddled together. They’re surrounded by cream coloured skyscrapers from a far distance, rows of bare oak trees lining the roads. The scent of fresh winter lingers in the air, newly arrived after the scattering of orange and red leaves on the ground. 
You fist your hands up, a cheer erupting from your throat. A hand suddenly pushes through, covering your mouth. 
“Why are you screaming?” Jin asks in exasperation, staring at you in disbelief when you still continue despite his attempts at halting you. 
You pry his hand off, “I haven’t been outside in so long!!” You instantly run off, bumping into some civilians with no care and then giving them a cheeky wink when they glare at you. Jin rushes forward, grabbing onto you again. 
He sighs, stuffing his icy hands into his coat pockets, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be a writer, not a hermit.” 
“You can’t have both, Jin.” You remind him, “Plus I’ve spent hours working on my deadlines so I’m in need for some fu-Ooh! Look!” 
He whirls around to see you dashing over a pile of leaves in the corner, diving headfirst into them before he can stop you. Giggles escape you as Jin can’t help but smile a bit at the display too. However, that’s when he remembers why he even offered to bring you out inside, leaning over to grasp onto your arm. 
“Alright, come on Miss. Tree Lover.” He helps you up, quirking an eyebrow at the leaves currently trapped and poking out of your hair. You instantly brush them out, following him around. 
“Well?” He says with hopeful eyes as you take in the busy area. 
“Well what?” 
“Really?” He ponders, leaning closer, “No crazy amounts of inspiration yet?” 
“That’s not how it works!” You chide, “It takes more than that, you know? I gotta have a type of feeling.” 
“A type of feeling?” 
You roll your eyes at his obvious sarcasm, “Yeah, like I see something and the urge to write just‒” 
Your eyes spark up at a particular store and before you know it, you’re yanking Jin to come along with you. 
“What is it??” 
“Look!” You point over to the shop burgeoning with hard bound books. Planting your hands against the window, the glass fogs with the warmth you radiate as you peer inside, seeing countless of titles you recognize. 
“Aren’t those…?” Jin whispers from behind you, a huge dreamy smile crossing your lips. 
“Yeah.” You glance at the familiar works in front of you, eyes carefully watching people that walk across the selves. A particular group huddled in the corner catches your attention right away, one of them flicking through pages you’ve probably dispensed part of your soul into. 
She pauses at one page, eyes starting to focus in and appearing intrigued. Her lips have thinned out, lost in thought even with the group near her talking amongst themselves. 
You know that look. 
The excitement in your eyes instantly shifts into tenderness, simply content with watching someone hold curiosity in them from your words. 
But the perfect mirage cracks. 
“Hey guys, check this one out!” 
The girl immediately spins around, shuffling over to view the alluring title her friend has pulled out. However, in the midst of this, the familiar hard bound pages are instantly discarded, plopped back onto the shelf without another single glance. 
Your smile falls, eyes tingeing with dismay. You can only watch from afar as she swipes through new material, her attention grasped unlike before. 
Sight lingering down, you recognize the type of literature she holds. It only contributes more to your sorrow, left hopelessly gazing at the genre you’ve strayed extremely far from. 
Jin is silent from behind you, noticing that your immediate cheerfulness has disappeared within seconds. He’s still silent when you turn to him in disappointment, muttering the words he’s been trying to drill in your head since this morning. 
“I think….I’ll give it a shot.” 
He hums, gesturing for you to leave. “Just try your best, and don’t force yourself.” 
You nod, following after him once you’ve managed to tear your vision away from the scene. Although you’ve come down to the resolve he’s wanted, it doesn’t help at all to take away the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. 
***
You already have a concept in your hands. Now all you gotta do is write it. 
How hard can it be? 
Within the span of ten minutes, soft thugs begin to resonate through the room. You lull you head over and over again against the surface of your table, deep exhausted sighs leaving your body. 
Did you really say how hard can it be? Did the you of ten minutes ago actually think this was easy?!
Sinking back into your chair, you stare at the blank document with empty eyes. It hasn’t moved an inch in that time frame and neither have you. 
Romance ‒ that’s it. Just write a story about two people falling for each other and seal the deal with a pretty looking bow. 
But then why are you still stuck staring at the screen?
A groan of defeat leaves your lips and you slump against your desk. A brown-haired individual pokes by your door, raising an eyebrow. 
“All good?” Jin asks. You barely move your head, an indecipherable murmur releasing from your throat. 
“I see…” He hums at the answer, straightening up and leaning against the frame, “If you’re that stuck, why don’t you do some research about it? You usually like that, right?” 
At the sound of the suggestion, your head immediately whips back with a hopeful glint in your eyes. Jin conceals his laughter as you start rapidly typing on your keyboard, taking that as an indication to leave you be as he goes back to editing your recent stories. 
Meanwhile, you’re having the time of your life. 
Of course! Research! The saving grace in a writer’s world! 
You’ve done it countless times before. Whether it was about being knowledgeable in understanding the mechanics of worldbuilding, to figure out the basic meanings of things you’ve previously had no clue about. 
However, the aspect you’re not accustomed to is your screen filling up with random articles. 
“How to tell if you’ve met your lifetime soulmate?” You narrow your eyes, “Ten ways of getting your crush to like you back…?” 
You scroll through, coming across more strange suggestions that give you zero insight for your current situation. Frowning, you wonder if you’re not searching hard enough ‒ until your eyes are left staring at the small advertisement in the corner of the screen. 
“Check out the latest kdrama’s here….?” Hovering your mouse over the link, a broad spectrum of shows flood your eyes instantly. There’s a range of story types and titles, but what catches your interest the most is the tagline. 
In need for some romance? Heal the woes of your lonely heart here then!
You lean back, staring at the shows. You suppose it won’t hurt to check one of them out, after all, it could give you the details you’ve been searching for. 
Making up your mind, you commit the mistake of watching the first episode of a series. 
***
Jin rubs his sore eyes, letting out a low yawn. He’s been unpacking more and more boxes from the publisher, carefully organizing them based on genre for the past couple of hours. After that horrendous task, he has decided to go through the latest story you’ve handed over to him, vision glued to his monitor as he highlights and circles places of improvement. 
He doesn’t want to take the harsh approach, but it goes without saying that your writing has been a little lacking these days. Usually he lets you do your thing and he does his own as long as you meet the deadlines, but he wonders if you’ve sacrificed the caliber in your writing in exchange. 
It isn’t terrible as you would probably take it. It still follows the unique concept trend you’ve focused on for so long. However, there seems to be something missing, something he can’t quite pinpoint even after going through pages and pages. 
With a sigh, he squeezes his heavy eyes shut for a moment before narrowing in onto the screen again. But his thought process is snatched away with a loud thud, and he instantly raises his head, wondering if a book has perhaps fallen down. 
Surprisingly, nothing’s fallen. 
Glancing around, he can only ponder until a boisterous laugh echoes through the walls, closely followed with prolonged wails. He slowly rises from his seat, following the intense sound as the frequency increases. 
He comes to a pause in front of your door, knocking softly. “Y/N?” 
Instead of words, he greeted to a chain of sobs. Twisting the knob to your office, he pokes his head in. 
“Y/N? Are you ok‒” 
To his defence, your office looks exactly how he has initially left it. But now it’s completely dark save for the subdued corner in the room, where you lie wrapped around with a blanket. Your eyes are glued to the bright source of light in the room, namely your computer screen, and there’s a bag of popcorn alongside a box of tissues right next to you. Aside from the strange position, your cheeks are completely drenched and there’s a hysterical look to your eyes. 
He doesn’t know what to say. 
“Uh….” 
The sound of his voice catches your attention, eyes widening, “Jin! Oh my god, Jin, it's so sad!” 
“What’s sad?” 
“This kdrama!” You point to your screen, “It’s so sad! First they were friends, and then they started liking each other, but then they kissed and everything went downhill after this second guy came in!” 
Jin crouches down, barely able to make out what's on screen due to the excessive water sticking to it.
“You’re watching a drama?” 
You hurriedly nod, “Now the girl is starting to fall for the second guy because of a misunderstanding! How are they going to fix all this?!” 
“Y/N…” Jin says in exasperation, “Is this what you’ve been doing for the past couple of hours?” 
You pout, hiding the device that clearly displays episode seven. 
“N-No........” 
Jin pretends not to see it, “Y/N, your next deadline is within two weeks. You really need to start working on this.” 
He grabs hold of your arm, pulling you out of the kdrama cocoon you’ve built around yourself. You let out a deep sigh, pressing your hand against your temples. 
“You’re right...I need to stop wasting time…” You whisper and Jin hums, swiveling around. 
“I have to get back to editing but I’ll come back in an hour once I’m done.” You nod as he turns to leave, slumping back down on your desk with a tired exhale. 
He was right. The moment you clicked onto that link, the hours spun by faster than you could count them and you’ve got nothing done at this point. 
Prying open your laptop again, you resume back to the blank document. 
***
Jin has assumed his words have knocked some sense into you as he makes his way back to your office. 
What he doesn’t assume, is to see you sitting on the ledge of the broad window with a book in your hands. 
“You’re reading…?” He wonders. Normally he wouldn’t even question it, but his eyes drift over to the blank document once again and something tells him there’s more to the story than he initially thought. 
You look up surprised, as if you hadn’t expected his arrival. His eyes stray over to the title of the book in your hands, a groan leaving him. 
“Oh god, not this again Y/N!” 
“It’s to help me understand!” You try to reason, but Jin is short of a few words when you’re reading a bulky thick book called ‘The Philosophy Behind Romance’. 
“How is this supposed to help you?” He points to the book and you defensively curl your arms around it. 
“Hear me out for a minute!” You quickly place it in your hands and rapidly flip through the pages. “Romantic love is considered to be a relation higher than the metaphysical and stems from a desire that transcends the physical body.”
Jin frowns, “What does that even mean?” 
“I have no idea. But!” You hastily intervene as Jin looks like he’s about to protest, “I think it can help me with creating the story.” 
“I don’t think any of this is going to work.” 
“What?” He walks over, taking the book out of your hands and straight up discarding it into your trash can. “HEY!” 
“You’re starting to run out of fuel.” He states, noticing the way your expression sours. You know he’s right, but won’t admit it. “You need to get away from all this.” 
He gestures to the book and the blank document you still have pulled up, reminding you of the ill circumstance you had yet to do something about. 
A dreary sigh leaves your lips, brows knitted together, “I’m trying Jin, I really am.” You gesture to the same empty document, “It’s just so hard. I-....I don’t know what to do.” 
Jin places a hand on your shoulder, nodding, “You’re out of your comfort zone and you’re having writer’s block. It’s understandable, but I don’t think research is what's going to help you this time.”
 You pout at that, but then Jin swivels around and hands your coat to you. 
“Why don’t you try going out for a walk? Clear out your mind and come back with some fresh inspiration?” 
“That doesn’t sound too bad…” You reminisce. Tugging your arms through the sleeves, Jin smiles and opens the door for you, ushering you towards the stairs that descend down. You wave at him before disappearing, hoping to yourself that you can get something out of this to clear away the clouds brewing over your creative mind. 
***
Glittering stars fill up the night sky, a bright crescent moon twinkling and illuminating the empty roads. Save for the sound of awake crickets and the faint honking of cars nearby, the sidewalk you trudge on is completely silent. 
It offers a different scenery compared to your cramped office room, something you didn’t realize you would appreciate as much until it dawns on you that you’ve probably spent several hours in the midst of trying to figure out your story instead of actually writing it. After all, you have been posed with a solid issue and as time spins by, you begin to think that it’s more than doing some mere research could possibly resolve. 
Tugging the hem of your coat closer to your red nose, your eyes glance around. You attempt to take some of Jin’s advice to heart, pondering if anything nearby can perhaps spark a flame of inspiration that you’ve been desperately lacking. 
That’s when you see it. 
Your brows furrow and you have to blink your eyes twice for it to make sense. Sheer curiosity traps you as you saunter over, tilting your head to the side and then to the opposite direction until you blink once more. 
Strokes of black and blue envelope the delicate white background that peeks through, specks of gray and white blotted carefully where the lines meet. There’s a peculiar circular shape portrayed in the middle of it, messily splattered with a hue of dull yellow. It looks like something you’ve come across before, something that felt familiar, something that‒
Your eyes look up, the same image appearing right above you. 
A frown mars your lips and when your vision focuses back on the piece, a head full of blonde hair sticks out from behind it. 
You’re almost ready to unleash a scream, not quite expecting movement from the presumed stationary canvas. You hear a soft sound, seemingly sounding like a low mumble, before silence takes over again. Raising an eyebrow, you take a step forward. 
It occurs to you that the canvas you had noticed was actually perched up against a wooden bench, and on that bench, is a person that’s sleeping. 
You hesitantly peer at them, noticing that the stranger was in fact a man. He appears to be in the middle of a snooze fest, chest lightly rising in the midst of soft snores escaping him. His face is entirely covered with a black beret, strands of blonde hair peeking out. 
There’s a list of questions in your mind, starting from why he was randomly lying down on the bench in the middle of the night to the painting that’s positioned next to his head. While the absurd scenarios explaining his situation run through your mind, his arm moves and you experience your second heart attack for the day. 
The beret falls down onto his lap as he stretches his arms, a deep yawn passes by his lips. You remain frozen as he does so, having moved a couple inches away once it dawned on you how odd it would probably be if he found out you were staring. 
He sleepily blinks his eyes, narrowing them at you. You’re about to explain yourself, but he instead asks you a question. 
“What time is it?” 
“Uh…” You scramble around for your phone, the screen lighting up, “11:34pm.” 
He hums, getting up and dusting off his jeans. Grabbing the fallen beret, he pushes the strands of his blonde hair back into the hat, revealing strong eyebrows underneath. He pulls out an old camera, hanging it around his neck and letting it drop down onto the brown coat he wears. 
His feline-like eyes glance at you in wonder, drastically different from his sleeping appearance on the bench. You let out an awkward cough, a light hue of pink spreading over your skin.
After a moment of silence, he speaks up. 
“Do you like my painting?” You raise your brows and blink. 
“Your painting?” He nods, a soft proud smile looping on his lips. You peer at the artwork in curiosity again. “You made this?” 
He hums, observing it with you, “I waited for hours to paint it.”
He points to the sky and the image finally begins to piece together for you. The black and blue embodying the sky, the shimmering stars scattered all over and the radiant moon, painted so brightly in the centre of all of it. 
“You waited out here to paint the sky?” 
A drawn out sigh escapes him, “Yep. I’m kind of stuck in a rut, you see.” He gestures to the painting again with a somber look in his eyes, “I wanted to paint something different, but I didn’t have any ideas, so I came out here instead to get the experience.” 
“Experience?” 
He hums, “It’s a lot easier to experience the moment than having to imagine it in your head.” 
“R-Right…” You whisper, still staring at his painting like you were stuck in the middle of a daze. You’re alarmed when he suddenly bends down and picks up the canvas with one arm, pivoting around to face you. 
“I have to get going now. Spent too much time painting that I didn’t get enough sleep.” He warmly smiles at you, outstretching his hand, “It was nice meeting you.” 
You take it confused and he gives you a small nod before leaving. You watch his back disappear, gaze averting to the large canvas tucked underneath his arm. 
Spinning around to head back, you dwell on his words more than you would like. 
Maybe this whole time your writer’s block was stemming from something else, something you truly didn’t realize was important until now. 
Experience. 
But how do you experience something that’s supposed to be completely natural? Something you’re utterly clueless about? 
Letting out an exhale, it seems like there’s only one person who can give you clear answers. 
***
You start off the next morning at a place you would never consider yourself to express interest in. 
The art museum. 
You recall hearing whispers and murmurs of a new art showcase going on, your curiosity only seeming to drag you there. The sudden spike in motivation causes Jin to question about your early departure, to which you retort that you’re drawing closer to grasping a solid idea for your story. 
Heading in, the gallery is completely adorned in pieces of art. There’s various types ‒ paintings, sculptures, graphic design ‒ you name it. You don’t realize you’re standing in awe until a couple behind you urges you to keep moving, an action that strains a sheepish smile across your lips as you hurriedly scurry away. 
You constantly glance around, observing each work you come across. One painting captures your attention, hues of pastel pink and mint green mixed together on the overlay of a figure carrying a smaller figure in their hands. Your lips set into a firm line as you draw closer, eyes tracing the outline. 
“You won’t understand it better if you keep staring at it like that.” 
You whirl around at the sound of the voice, not quite expecting to run right into the person you were searching for. The man smirks, wearing the same brown coat you saw him in last time. 
“How would you interpret it then?” 
He takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes in a way you did and you scoff at his mimicry. 
“I think it’s a painting of a mother and a child. She’s embracing her child and rocking them to sleep.” He points to the outline, “The colors are supposed to represent a sense of joy and relief with having her child in her arms.” 
You blink, managing to piece together everything he said perfectly. The figures do appear like a mother and child, and the colors only emphasize the warmth the outline portrays.
“Woah.” You whisper, probably having not realized all that unless someone told you, “How did you figure that out?” 
He smiles, “I’m the one who painted it.” 
“Oh.” A chuckle escapes him at your embarrassment and you sheepishly smile. Your eyes are drawn to the painting again, but this time you narrow down on the faint signature at the bottom. 
“V?” You raise an eyebrow, “Is that your name?” 
He softly shakes his head, “That’s just what I use for my art. My actual name is Kim Taehyung.” 
You hum and he leans forward, eyes curious. 
You automatically shift away, averting your eyes from his strong gaze. “What?”
“This is the part where you introduce yourself.” 
“Oh, right.” You outstretch your hand, “Y/N L/N.” 
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He shakes your hand and swivels around, tilting his head as a means for you to follow him, “Come on, I’ll show you around.” 
You nod, hurriedly rushing behind him as he points out several pieces and their artists. You take occasional glances around at other pieces of artwork as well, one with a solemn blue background depicting a mountain catching your eyes instantly. 
“That’s really pretty.” You point out, and Taehyung endearingly laughs, glancing at you peculiarly. 
“I wonder if I should be flattered that you seem to like all my work.” 
“Y-You painted that one too?” 
“Yep, this gallery is pretty new so a lot of my work is in here.” He slightly turns his head, enough to see you behind him, “What about you? Got a real keen eye for art?” 
“Not really…” You truthfully admit, “I just happened to be walking by and thought I check it out.” 
He raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that?” 
“What do you mean?” 
He suddenly pauses, causing you to stop on your heels before you plummet right into him, “Are you sure you’re not stalking me since yesterday?” 
Your eyes enlarge, “What?! No, of course not! I just came in here because I heard about the recent showcase and thought...uh...” A deep sigh leaves you from your horrible inability to lie properly, “Thought I might run into you…” 
Taehyung pursues his lips, “Now that’s something I’m not sure if I should be creeped out or flattered by.” 
“Please don’t be creeped out!” You raise up your hands in defence, opting to tell him the truth, “I’m just stuck in the middle of writing a book and then I saw you yesterday…you were talking about how experiencing something helps you with your art…” 
His voice spikes up in awe, “You’re a writer?” 
You nod, “Ah, so different cameras but similar lenses…” 
“Huh?” 
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He fully turns to face you, a huge grin on his lips, “I don’t know if I’ll be of much use, but I can help you out if you’d like.” 
“Really?” Your eyes spark up, “Thank you so much, I-I can’t believe you would want to help me out…” 
“You’ve seen me being stuck in a rut.” He smiles, “I know the feeling.” 
You warmly return his smile, tempted to ask him more about his experiences in painting when a woman with a clipboard suddenly approaches the two of you. 
She intervenes, “Mr. Kim, the gallery would like to confirm your next showcase.” 
His eyes widen, “Ah, yes-” You watch as he shoves his hand into his coat pocket, hurriedly fishing around. 
He yanks out a small card, handing it to you, “It has all my contact information on it, shoot me a message whenever you have the chance.” 
You quickly take the card before he’s dragged away, sending him a nod in response. He grins, waving you farewell before turning and weaving through the crowds of people viewing the showcase. 
Gyrating around, you think it’s best you head back as well, knowing that Jin will be suspicious of the length of your disappearance. As you exit the museum, you glance down, reading the contents of the card. 
The background is an array of colours ‒ ranging from blues, greens, reds and even yellows that are splattered in a way that seems to form a tornado. His art name and phone number are in the corner, eerily reminiscent of the way he paints his pieces ‒ drawing you in with the outlays and colours before declaring himself. 
The corner of your mouth quirks up. 
***
You set out the next morning, the sun beginning to shine brighter as you head closer to your destination. 
You find him by the river, an old camera hanging from his neck ‒ just like the first time you had found him by the bench. 
A grin makes its way to his lips, his hand waving for you when you begin to draw closer. 
“Have difficulty finding it?” He gestures to the river behind you. 
You shake your head, keeping a pondering finger to your lips, “Not really, I’ve been here before. I usually go over there to see the book shops.”
You point over to the area you had last visited with Jin, reminiscing about finding your own books there. 
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, “You’re a fan of reading other’s books?” 
“Of course!” You nervously chuckle, “It’s always great to see what other writers do with their books as well!” 
Taehyung stares at you for a moment, his gaze unwavering. 
“You went to go see your own books?” 
You sigh, squeezing your eyes, “I went to go see my own books.” 
Taehyung lets out a low chuckle and you look down, biting your bottom lip. 
“I’ll admit, it is a little odd‒” 
“Not at all.” He shakes his head, “You found me at my own showcase, didn’t you?” 
You blink, “Right…” 
He shrugs, “It’s a thing for everyone who creates. You want to see how the public reacts to your art.” 
You hum, a tad bit surprised by his straightforwardness. It’s an aspect that no creator would take into consideration first hand, but it’s an integral part of being one. 
The public always warrants how art is received, after all. 
Taehyung lifts his camera, adjusting his lenses before snapping a picture of the bookstore. You watch in confusion as he examines the picture. 
“I’m surprised you like taking photos.” You innocently inquire, “Does it help you paint?” 
Taehyung glances at you. 
“You know the feeling of trying to stop time?” 
Your brows knit together and he softly smiles, “When you take a picture, you capture a moment and stop time for a second. It isn't long, but it’s enough for a photograph.” 
You watch as he slips his hand into his coat pocket, showcasing a small array of photographs. Images of the sun setting with mixes of bold orange and solemn blue are shown to you, another with a stream of ducks making ripples within the water. There’s ones of buildings and people too, but all of them are taken in angles that are captivating shots of laughter and shots of despair that could have easily been missed if the photograph had a lapse of time. 
It almost reminds you of when you’re attempting to capture a particular scene in your mind as your fingertips glide on your keyboard, drawing in an atmosphere that has the reader’s senses all working. 
The corner of Taehyung’s mouth curls, observing the gears in your head turning. 
It only takes you a handful of seconds to notice, a bashful smile lining your lips. 
“Writing is like that too, not exactly similar⎯” You retract immediately, “But trying to draw in the five senses around you and bringing it out into literature…” 
You glance up at Taehyung, curious to see if you were making any sense at this point. He’s no longer facing you at this point. Instead his body is facing the river, eyes fluttering shut. 
There’s a spark in your own, and you hurriedly continue. 
“Like this river isn’t just the scene,” You point out, “it’s the sun shining down and reflecting on the surface near the moss. It’s the birds crossing alongside the path and the voices of people nearby echoing. It’s the faint breeze in the air and the smell of greenery.”
“It’s peaceful,” Taehyung hums in content, “and calming.” 
A soft smile crosses your features, “That’s what writing is like for me, taking inspiration from the real world and capturing it all into words.” 
His eyes open and you notice the knowing gaze he holds, as if everything that you’ve tried to explain is second nature to him. 
“So what has you stuck?” He inquires. 
A deep sigh escapes you, the acknowledgement occurring that he was actually here to help with your current predicament. 
“A new genre.” You admit with a grimace, “I’ve written plenty of different ones before, but there were always ones I understood well and I had no problem with creating stories from them.”
You continue, “And even if it was hard, I’ve always been able to figure it out somehow, you know? If I didn’t know about something, I would research it. If I was confused, I look it up-” 
You decide to stop yourself, knowing that those outlets hadn’t been much help at this point. “I’m just…really out of my element, and the worst part is that it’s exactly what the market wants right now.” 
You cross your arms, a small pout landing on your lips. It’s not like that you haven’t been vocal about your frustrations, but more so that you’re just slumped, unable to conjure anything up onto that document with the slightest clue of where to even begin.
Taehyung ‒ who had been quietly observing you the entire time ‒ puts his camera down and places his finger on his chin. 
“Sometimes when I struggle to paint something new, I procrastinate.” You arch up a brow, “Like bad procrastinate. My canvas starts to collect dust.” 
A chuckle escapes you and he smiles, “But then I try to think why I’m procrastinating. Do I just not feel like painting? Or is it because of something else…?” 
He stares at you intently, like he’s waiting for you to finish his sentence. 
You ponder, “I guess…I’m scared in a way? Of not knowing what I’m doing.” 
He hums, “When that happens, I like taking out my camera. Going around and taking pictures not only gives me experience, but also lets me experience my surroundings better.” He glances around until his eyes land on you, “Sometimes I can find inspiration. Sometimes I can find interesting individuals.” 
Your eyes round and he turns, angling himself back a bit and taking a snapshot of the river. You peer over his shoulder and he moves closer to you so you can view the picture better. 
It’s pretty ‒ he was able to get the forecast of the sun over the bank of the river perfectly, alongside the little daisies growing alongside the shore. 
“Nice?” He wonders and you nod, face brightening, “Good. Now just don’t ask me to paint it, that’ll be scary for me.” 
You laugh and he turns to walk down the bank of the river with a smile. 
***
The next time you get an opportunity to meet Taehyung, there’s a whirlwind in the sky. 
It’s been a couple of weeks since your first encounter with him at the art gallery, but regrets are thrown all over the place the moment the wind blasts through your hair. The chills run down your spine, pickling at your skin as you squeeze your eyes shut. 
Jin tells you not to go, or at most, to re-schedule. But a part of you is incredibly stubborn, frustration running through you when you know you’ll just end up in the same place ‒ staring at that blank document for endless hours. 
As you hug your body as much as you can, you strut down the bustling street and glance back and forth. 
Taehyung thankfully appears within a couple of seconds, his silhouette emerging from across the street. 
Your eyes round. 
He wears the same brown coat he always wears, but this time there’s no beret on his head. Instead his blonde locks are pushed back by the wind, his strong brows furrowed and eyes closed as he tries to navigate himself against the vicious breeze. 
You’re not sure if it's the cold nipping at your cheeks or the shiver running through you, but the way your cheeks burn is enough to notice. 
He glances up, eyes locking with yours. A wide smile stretches up on his lips that nearly makes you falter. 
“Y/N.” 
His deep voice calls your name, concern crossing his features. 
“Have you been waiting long?” 
You shake your head, “I-I just got here.” 
“That’s good.” He hums, glancing around. “Not exactly my ideal weather, if I do say.” 
You laugh, “I’m surprised my ears haven’t managed to fall off yet.” 
The corner of his mouth lifts and before you know it, he’s extending his arm forward. You glance at him surprised, but he nudges you and then gestures in the opposite direction. 
“Come on.” 
You slip your hand in, linking your arms together. Taehyung begins to walk forward, navigating you around the busy marketplace. Surveying around, there’s various stores lined up across the edge of the street, vendors alike having many displays for you to view. 
There wasn’t anything in particular for you to buy, but Taehyung had suggested that it would be good for you to come out with him and explore the new area. It makes you wonder if he wanted you to get more experience going out since after all, you spent more of your time writing and being bit of a hermit. 
You peer over at him, noticing his eyes occasionally flickering and observing all the stalls he went past. It was one thing you had learned about Taehyung quickly, that it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always had this way of taking in his surroundings carefully, like he was studying every aspect. 
That’s when you hear a soft gasp escape him, his hand finding yours as he rushes forward. His feet then come to an abrupt halt and you nearly trip between your own two feet. 
Regaining your balance, you peer over his shoulder and notice his eyes are sparkling. Before you have a chance to question any of it, your hand is being tugged again, the bell to the store’s door ringing above you. 
Your most straightforward assumption at this point was that the store must have had something to do with painting, but you’re pleasantly surprised to find yourself surrounded with pieces of clay, all decorated with bold and bright colours on various shelves. 
Ceramic Art. 
You distinctly recall reading about it in a book once, but had never gotten the opportunity to see it up front and close. 
A piece captures your eyes immediately, your brows drawing together. 
“That’s a unique one.” Taehyung remarks, stepping to stand beside you. 
Quirking an eyebrow, the question lingers in your mind. 
“I didn’t know you did ceramic art as well.” 
Taehyung chuckles, “I actually don’t.” He puts his hands within the pockets of his coat, “It isn’t my area of expertise, but I like seeing different forms of art. Ironically, I find the way of expressing it to be the exact same.” 
You blink as Taehyung steps away, taking strides towards other surrounding pieces of art and inspecting them. You’re left staring as he gazes at a pot that’s been shaped similar to a moon, swirls of dark blue and yellow specks decorating the smooth ceramic. 
You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips. 
“It looks just like something you would have painted.” 
Taehyung frowns, before the corners of his mouth quirk up. “I didn’t even notice, I just thought it looked beautiful.” 
“You definitely have a good eye for art.” 
“It would appear so.” He lightly laughs, turning around to view more of the art. 
A part of you curiously lingers, walking up to him. 
You peer over, “Does this mean you see my writing as art too?” 
“Of course.” His head snaps back, “Art’s all about expression, doesn’t matter what medium you choose.” 
Your face lights up.
“However,” He brings up and your eyes widen, “Every artist is never the same. People always have different stories to tell and that’s completely okay. That’s what makes them all unique.” 
A glimmer enters your eyes. After the endless frustrations with your recent book, his words do send you a sense of reassurance. It can sometimes be difficult to have someone else understand why you do things the way you do ‒ even you and Jin have had your fair share of arguments over various disagreements ‒ but it all pinpointed to seeing everything in a different perspective. 
You grin, “I can understand that.” 
His eyes soften, “I think it also means that some genres can be harder than others, but everyone can bring their unique take on them.” 
Brows lifting, your gaze fixates on him. But he spins around, gesturing for you to come over and to observe more art with him. 
You walk over with no hesitation. 
***
The following time you find Taehyung, fall is still letting her leaves shed and he invites you over to his studio.
A part of you is beaming with excitement ‒ having only ever seen his artistic ways when he was attempting to paint the stars and you had coincidentally stumbled across him that night. But a part of you can’t shake away the jitters, jitters that you don’t want to spend time trying to understand, deciding to just push it all away as you set out for the day.
The wind is gustful, snipping at your nose and cheeks. Hues of warm orange and bright yellow litter the ground and top the trees, the sun hiding behind grey clouds that ever so let droplets of water release. 
It’s scenery that grasps you within its clutches, glimmering your eyes with awe and leaving your mouth agape. 
And it’s the same scenery that he seeks to capture. 
You have the simple pleasure of watching as he draws lines of jade for the trees and splatters on specks of orange and yellow. He scrambles to paint the few individuals that walk past his vision, capturing their essence into carefully placed frames. 
His art style lingers between mimicking the surroundings but somehow elevating it as well, drawing in the observer with his interesting use of colour and texture. 
You can only seem to watch, lost in it as well. 
Time flies from you as he adds the final touches to his piece and you finally notice the way his hands are completely stained, some paint having even made its way to his nose. His brushes have seen the light of day, piled next to him in a canister. 
And in the midst of it, he looks upon his painting and grins. He turns to you for the first time since you’ve arrived, breaking the complete silence as he laughs with his deep tone. 
“Well, that was a lot of fun.” 
You can’t help but burst into laughter as well, completely astounded by the difference in his demeanour. Astounded how easily you saw both a painter in his element and a man in his twenties observing his surroundings within the same split second. 
You end up helping him clean each of his used brushes, watching him walk down the street with you as paint still remains on his face and hands. 
***
“Someone seems to be doing well for themselves.” 
The retort breaks you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping up. 
“Huh?” There’s a book encased within your hands, one of the few titles you had referenced in writing your mystery story. 
Jin laughs under his breath. He hasn’t been able to see much of you for a while, only just knowing that you had met a painter by the name of Taehyung and he was all you would talk about these days. 
He tucks away a book in his own hands, “You were smiling so much that I assumed everything has been working out. Has Taehyung’s advice been that helpful?” 
Your eyes twinkle, spinning around on your heels. 
“It has been! He’s so much fun to talk to, and he’s got great insight, Jin.” Your smile widens, “Who knew seeing eye to eye with a painter would be so easy?” 
Jin grins, “It’s definitely got you in high spirits, I can tell you that.” 
“I need to introduce you to him, Jin. I think you’ll get along great!” You chirp, reaching down to open another box. 
“Woah, woah,” Jin draws closer, halting you, “I’ll take care of that, you’ve got some writing to do, remember?” 
A giant pout arises on your lips, “But I said I was going to help you.”
“And you will, by writing for your new book.” He points out, “Spending time with Taehyung should have sparked something, no?” 
You hum defeatedly, knowing he had a point. You had spent so much of your time with him, it was only hopeful that his words would have incited some creativity to strike you. 
Letting out a big sigh, you drag yourself back to your desk and open up your computer, the blank document is showcased once again to your eyes. 
***
You want to pound your head against the table. 
The good news is that your document is no longer left blank. There’s rough jot notes littered on it, some random junctions from the brainstorming you were doing on ideas for the story. You’re trying to indulge your unique perspective onto the story, concepts for certain scenes stemming from a cool night out in the stars, a riverside and a busy marketplace. 
But it isn’t enough. 
The bad news is that you, out of all people, know that ideas are just a base. You need to build up a coherent story from it, create characters, create dynamics. And you have none of those at this moment. 
It’s like all the surface level information is just complete, not the heart of your story. 
You contemplate on how to begin, eyes sweeping over the jot notes listed on your document countless times. You start pulling at anything in your mind, anything that could be linked to writing romance. 
A deep exhale leaves your lips, shoulders slumping down. Your hand reaches out for your mouse, closing the document tab before going to the search bar, the urge to delve in and research the topic tempting you. 
You know you had tried to take a different approach with this, tried not to linger too much on the various articles, but despite the unique types of experiences you’ve had in the last couple of weeks, there still isn’t an answer to the question in your mind. 
How do people even start to fall in love?
You’re in the midst of searching the question, eyes already filtering through various articles ‒ when suddenly there's a flicker in your dim eyes. 
Halting your racing fingertips against the keyboard, the mouse in your hands is abandoned. 
You shoot up from your desk, yanking the door wide open and running outside. 
***
Jin hums a soft tone in the serene silence, opening up a box to unload the books onto the table. He’s been set on organising the newer ones that had just come in, attempting to distract himself before he checks in on you and your progress with your writing. 
The door comes bursting open. 
The book slips through his fingers and a blood-curdling scream escapes his throat. He spins around, brows furrowed together. 
You stand in a starfish stance at the door, eyes wild and breathing heavy. 
“What happened?!” Jin questions, holding a frantic hand against his racing heart. 
“You‒” You raise a shaking finger at him, still gasping for air. Jin wonders why you even decided to run so fast when he’s literally a couple of doors away. “You have a girlfriend.” 
He blinks, sheer unamusement crossing his features, “Seriously? That shouldn’t be news to you!” 
“I know!” You raise your hands in defence, “But I have some questions I want to ask you.” 
He cranes his head to the side, “You’re going to interview me?” 
“Kind of.” Jin doesn’t have time to react when you’re already reaching out for a chair, dragging it closer to him. 
He sits down opposite to you with a groan, “At least tell me this is for the book.” 
“Hold on.” You settle down, scrutinising him, “Do you love your girlfriend?” 
A scoff escapes him, “Of course I do!” 
“Good, now how did you fall in love?” 
Jin blinks, surprised by the genuine question. You seem interested as well, eyeing him intently. 
“We met back in college.” He softly smiles, his complexion tinting pink, “She was close to someone in my friend circle and I thought she was really cute.” 
“Was it love at first sight?” 
“Sort of.” Jin tilts his head, “She was kind, but I wanted to get to know her before anything so we became friends first.” He explains, “Eventually, I realised I liked her a lot and asked her out.” 
You hum and Jin doesn’t even realize you’re writing something down, pen in hand as you scribble onto a piece of paper. 
“I can’t believe you wanted to hear about my experience.” He remarks. 
“Well, I don’t really understand the romance genre in general.” You mumble, still writing. “And Taehyung said that sometimes experiencing things can help with his art, so I thought talking to someone who has experience would help me.” 
Jin quirks a brow, a scrutinising look brewing in his eyes. It catches you off guard when you finally look up, taken aback by him surveying you. 
“What?”
He narrows his eyes, “What’s the deal with Taehyung?” 
You stare at him wide-eyed. “Deal? What deal?” 
“You know what I mean.” Leaning back in his chair, he crosses his arms. The suspicious look in his eyes doesn’t disappear. “Ever since you met him, there's been a lot of ‘Taehyung this’ and ‘Taehyung that’.” 
You sigh, his words drawing out a conclusion from you. 
“He’s not being distracting, Jin.” You firmly state, much to his surprise. It was always a rare occasion for you to be completely serious. “I’ve learned a lot from him, and he’s truly really fascinating and inspiring to be around.” 
A soft smile spreads on your features, recalling all the fond times Taehyung was either teaching you about the way he viewed the world or the places he would take you to explore. 
You’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t realize that Jin is still staring at you, the suspicion only increasing further in his eyes. 
Jin doesn’t beat around the bush this time. 
“Do you like Taehyung?” 
You nearly choke, reality bringing you back as the air leaves your lungs in an instant. Glancing up at Jin mortified, you wonder how he drew up that conclusion. 
“W-What?! No!” A hue of pink scatters onto your cheeks and Jin quirks his head to the side, like he’s not impressed. 
“Really?” He wonders out loud, “Since that museum trip of yours, your head seems to be up in the clouds and as someone knowledgeable in the romance department,” He flutters his fingers like he’s throwing sparkles at you, “I’m starting to think otherwise.” 
“That’s crazy!” You retorted in defence, “I can’t like Taehyung!” 
“You can’t?” He says playfully, “That’s far from don’t.” 
You hurriedly get up, collecting the notes you’ve written. “I-I need to get back to writing.” 
The corners of Jin’s lips lift, since this is the first time he hasn’t had to ask you himself to work on your book.
***
He’s just assuming.
You think, hurriedly slipping into your chair. Tapping on your computer, you wait for the pitch black screen to light up. 
There was no possible way. Taehyung was simply just helping you with your writer’s slump. 
Blinking your eyes a couple of times, you attempt to shake away the lingering thoughts and bring yourself back into focus for this novel. 
Only for your eyes to land right on your lit screen, the search you had begun popping in front of your face. 
The curiosity is drawn out from you, and before you know it, you begin to scroll. 
Majority of them fall within the same bracket of the research you were attempting to do in the beginning process of this book, with links advertising love advice and even counselling. A new link to a kdrama even pops up, something you have to will yourself to ignore. 
Until one article crosses your eyes, one that has you more curious than ever. 
Having difficulty in finding out if you’ve fallen in love? Find out here!
You frown, hovering over it for a split second. But then you shake your head, reciting to yourself that it was for the sake of writing the novel. 
The articles flashes before you, paragraphs of information presented that you proceed to skim through. 
“Falling in love is compared with the feeling of euphoria…” 
You mumble under your breath, moving past it. 
“....There is a semblance of love and trust…” 
An idea for a climax ‒ you note ‒ that would tie in nicely with the finale of a romance book. 
“...Rifts are commonly experienced…” 
You have to create conflict somehow, maybe a difference in opinions. 
“Usually the act of falling in love progresses within five steps𑁋“ 
Your nose crinkles, the corner of your lips twitching. 
“There’s steps?” You mutter, body abruptly freezing. Drawing closer to your screen, your eyes slowly drift over the words. 
“Stages are reached, each increasing with the notion of being in love. They are known as,” 
Attraction. 
Curiosity. 
Attachment. 
Denial. 
Acceptance. 
It’s a list. 
Your genre can follow a list? 
Tossingthe thought into the back of your mind, you eagerly continue, curiosity running haywire at this point. 
“Attraction is the initial stage, symbolising the origin of interest and can be considered on physical guidelines.” 
“Curiosity follows as second, with interest in the person only increasing as time passes by.” 
“Attachment signifies the creation of a bond, the mind filled with new thoughts and changes.” 
“Denial is the hesitance, acting against any forms of acceptance.” 
“Acceptance. Welcoming the thought that you have fallen in love.”
Your mouth twists, each stage sounding more vague and philosophical as the one that came before it. The thought of digging out your ‘The Philosophy Behind Romance’ book from where it was discarded suddenly occurs, until you find yourself re-reading the stages a couple of times over again. 
As you lean back into your chair, there’s a glint in your eyes. 
Your biggest mistake was assuming you had the willpower to wave off the lingering thoughts, because they come pouring right back in before you can stop them. 
If by any chance, he was right𑁋
The stages would have to be followed….
Right? 
You cross your arms, skimming through the contents once again. 
Attraction. 
Did you find Taehyung attractive? 
You recall first finding him underneath the glittering moonlight, his sleeping form residing on the bench and his artwork displayed just inches away from him. You can remember him stirring, his feline like eyes holding a strong gaze that almost made you lose your breath. 
It’s the same gaze he holds while he’s painting, you pinpoint, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 
You abruptly blink, shaking your head. 
Curiosity. 
To say you didn’t find Taehyung interesting, would have been a huge understatement. 
He was different from you, but not in a way that you couldn’t understand. Instead, you found yourself a lot more alike than you had expected, his artistic lens meeting yours. 
Attachment. 
What even is that? 
You can’t help but ponder, thinking at the most you were attached to your writing and books, having an avid imagination since you were young and always finding your footsteps gravitating towards the library. You would find yourself absolutely consumed with the different worlds, eventually leading you towards a career within it. 
It was a bond in a way ‒ one that you would always have. 
Your lips pursue, a hardened expression taking over. 
Was it possible to have the same feeling with another person? 
You let out a long sigh, eyes flickering over to the next stage. 
Denial. 
You freeze. 
The hesitance, acting against any forms of acceptance.
The thought snaps into your head unannounced and soon you’re scrambling, attempting to get back to working on your book. 
A low chuckle leaves you, tinged with nervousness. 
“There’s no possible way…” 
***
You stand awkwardly in front of the door, swaying between your two feet. 
The home before you is small, looking only to being one-story high and consisting of old granite. There’s an exceptional amount of greenery near it, with a small garden at the side where you can notice subtle cherry tomatoes growing. 
There was no telling how you could have best reacted when Taehyung had suddenly messaged you, asking if you would like to come over. You had accepted as always, but you didn’t realize what that exactly entailed until you were standing a mere couple of footsteps away from his door. 
Looking down, you groan, wishing Jin had never said anything to you. 
The sound of a lock turning has you abruptly on guard, the door yanking open before you can even collect yourself. 
And it seems like Taehyung doesn’t give you that opportunity either. 
He’s dressed in a casual tee and sweatpants, blonde hair falling to his eyes and a bit ruffled. It’s a stark contrast to constantly seeing him in his brown coat and beret, a casualness that feels too utterly unfamiliar for you. 
“Hi.” He says in a low voice, greeting you with a warm smile. 
For a moment, you could feel time stopping ‒ one simple thought occurring to you. 
He really is beautiful. 
Taehyung seems to notice your daze, brows furrowing for a moment. 
“Y/N?” 
“Uh, hi!” You squeak, probably too many octaves too high. 
“Is everything okay?” He ponders and you aggressively shake your head, to which Taehyung stares at you peculiarly for, but ultimately decides to take your word for it. 
“Come in.” He steps back in and leaves the door open for you, gesturing to you to follow. You carefully step forward, getting welcomed to the humble abode he calls his home. 
The inside is spacious and ornate, the walls being painted with striking colours and light decorations littering the area. The interior seems to match the exterior in a way, appearing rustic but unique at the same time. 
It’s cozy. And comforting. 
“I apologize for it being messy.” Taehyung states from behind you, quickly picking up a couple of art books on the ground and moving them into a nearby shelf. “My two roommates left to go out of town, and I’ve been here by myself.” 
“That’s okay.” You say right away, only to realize that also meant the two of you were alone in here. 
He seems to read your mind as well, quickly continuing, “I brought you here for a reason, though I’m not too sure how you’ll take to it.” 
You glance at him confused and he walks past you, heading towards one of the doors in the hallway. 
Following behind him, he turns to face you. “You saw what my recent art pieces were like at the showcase, but I wanted to do something different for my next pieces. Something more abstract," He explains, eyes lighting up, “and something that’s a bit more fun.”
He opens the door and your mouth falls agape. Because before you is a completely empty room and in the center of it stands a giant blank canvas. 
“What…?” You whisper in awe, walking towards it. Taehyung leans against the door frame, a huge grin on his face as he watches you. 
You turn, “What is this?” 
“I know you’ve been struggling with your novel,” He confesses, “and I thought we could paint this together. Give your creative mind a nice break.” 
You’re still in disbelief and he struts up next to you, a playful tone in his voice you’ve never heard before. “Of course, I’ll give you credit for being part of my piece.” 
A laugh escapes you, shaking your head at his antics. 
Your eyes connect with his. 
“Let’s do this.” 
***
A wave of light orange splatters diagonally onto the white of the canvas. 
You glance at it surprised, the bucket of paint still in your hands. 
Taehyung chuckles, amused with your aim. “Not bad, Y/N.” 
You smile, putting it down as Taehyung grabs a bright green one, putting all his force into it. 
It splatters in the opposite direction, almost creating an ‘X’ shape. 
He whistles at the sight and you dash over to the other buckets, kneeling down for another colour. Taehyung had luckily lent you his clothes for the occasion so as to not ruin your own, but as a result the clothes you adorned were a bit bigger in size, hanging off your frame. 
You pick up a white in curiosity and Taehyung fondly watches as you quirk your head side to side, ultimately deciding to just go with it. 
Chucking the colour against the canvas, the white creates a splatter right in the center. Taehyung hurriedly rushes over to you, a can of smaller paints in his hands with different colours. You chuckle at his eagerness and the way his hands are already stained with colour. 
“Keep going,” He encourages, eyes brighter than you have ever seen, “It looks incredible.” 
You nod enthusiastically, taking the smaller ones and splattering them across. They come out this time as blots and lines, giving more dimension to the base you and Taehyung first made. 
After having used all your energy in attempting to add in more depth with the shapes and colours, Taehyung continues, following your streaks instead of disrupting them. He’s always had an exceptional visual eye, understanding perfectly on where to pick up where you left off, and it’s definitely another one of things you’ve adored about him. 
Taehyung’s eyes are wide, a childish glint in them that you’re so happy to have been able to witness. But you don't know that it matches the same glint residing in your own eyes, mischievousness running through every fibre of your body when you pick up a small bucket of blue. 
He turns and before he has the chance to say anything to you, a hue of azure blue covers half of his face. 
He blinks in shock for a moment, hand coming up to swipe and realize that there was indeed paint on his face. However, his eyes flicker up to connect with yours and all he can see is you grinning from ear to ear. 
It doesn’t take long for him to pick up a red that lands all over the front of your shirt and side of your ear. 
From there, it’s like a chord’s snapped. 
Colours are flying back and forth, from high to low volumes, and in the midst of all this, yours and Taehyung’s voice are running loud, laughs and giggles echoing around the room. As if two children are playing together rather than two adults simply trying to paint. 
Taehyung matches your energy so well, attempting to create even more chaos when there’s orange landing directly on your hair after you skillfully managed to get a splatter of purple on his. It’s when the paint shoots out from your hair onto the canvas that an idea occurs to him, his blue covered hand slipping onto yours. 
“Wait, Y/N!” 
You freeze, staring at him puzzled. He takes your hand, leading you into the front of the canvas before backing away, gazing at you with intent. 
The look in his eyes makes you fidget a bit, wishing he would hurriedly tell you what was on his mind. 
He raises a hand, halting you in place. “Stay there. Just like that.” 
To your surprise, he picks up a large volume of purple, standing right before you. 
“Close your eyes, Y/N. Put your hands over them.” 
His stance finally alerts you to his intentions, eyes squeezing shut and hands reaching over when you feel a wave of cold paint splash all over you. You wait for a moment as it all drips down, collecting into a pool of purple right below your feet. 
Taehyung takes your hand, leading you away from the canvas and next to him as you blink, the piece of art showcasing itself to you. 
There’s colours. Everywhere. All appearing between a mixture of random to extremely skillful. All coming from you and Taehyung. And right in the middle of the mix is you. 
Your silhouette perfectly lined with a gorgeous shade of purple. 
“It’s beautiful.” Taehyung breathes.
You are suddenly very glad there’s paint all over your face, unsure if you would be able to hide the burning expression over your features. 
However, the burn abruptly increases, a stinging sensation coming from your face that wells tears. 
“Ah.” You wince, rolling into yourself as your hand hovers over your eyes. 
“Y/N!” Taehyung’s hands are cupping your face before you can say anything. “Y/N, look at me.” 
You obey his instructions, facing him but keeping your eyes squeezed shut. His thumb pads hurriedly brush out the paint that has managed to drip near your eyes. 
“Is it gone?” You urgently ask, a tear rolling down your cheek. 
“Give me one second.” Taehyung whispers, his hands disappearing for a moment before a cool cloth is pressed against your eyes. 
You let out a sigh of relief and the cloth is promptly discarded, your eyes fluttering open. 
A part of you wishes you kept them closed. 
Taehyung’s face is just inches away from yours, and you can feel the low breaths he lets out. 
It’s a fact he seems to realize in that instance himself as well, and there’s a silence that cuts through the air as you continue to stare into each other’s eyes. 
Your heart pounds frantically within your chest. After what feels like an eternity, Taehyung moves first, attempting to close the gap but keeping his eyes trained on you. You don’t move for a second, kept frozen beneath his entire presence being so close to you. 
It’s when his lips are hovering just above yours, you break the comforting silence. 
“W-Where’s your shower?” You look away, grimacing at how broken your voice sounds. 
Taehyung doesn’t respond at first, a flash of hurt crossing his features that you don’t see. But it quickly disappears and he clears his throat, separating from you. 
“The first door on your left.” 
“Thank you.” You quietly say, turning around immediately. 
You stalk up to the door, halting when your hand meets the knob. Glancing back at Taehyung, he’s standing with his hands in his pockets, staring at the artwork you’ve just made together with a somber look in his eyes. 
Your body stiffens and he glances back in your direction, a small smile on his lips that doesn’t seem to meet his eyes. 
Turning to leave, it’s difficult to ignore the way your chest tightens. 
***
Your shower was supposed to only be fifteen minutes, but it ends up feeling like a century. 
The intent should be to get the copious amounts of paint out of your hair and skin, but as the steam clouds the air and the water drips down from your forehead onto the ground, your head remains planted against the shower wall, eyes squeezed shut. 
It doesn’t help that there’s still a faint pool of purple swirling around your feet. 
Stepping out of the shower, you open the door and peek outside, only to find your clothes folded on a small chair that’s been positioned right before the bathroom. Sheepishly reaching out, you discard the clothing Taehyung had given you and put your own back on. 
You bump into Taehyung within seconds of exiting. 
“Y/N.” His eyes meet with yours and you halt your steps. There’s unease brimming in his, but it’s something he doesn’t try to bring up. 
“You’re leaving?” He ponders and you shake your head, completely confused on what to even say. 
“Taehyung…” You begin, “I‒” 
He raises his hand up, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” 
It’s hard to not let the guilt show up on your face, but Taehyung leads you to the front door, opening it up for you. 
“You helped me with creating a great piece of art.” He says optimistically, “Thank you, Y/N.” 
“O-Of course.” You mumble, casting your head down. 
Before you can step out, his hand finds your wrist. 
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispers, “And I wish you the best of luck with your book. If it’s you, I think it’s sure to come out amazing.” 
His words always have a way of giving you a sense of comfort, your frustrations and conflicts with yourself melting away. 
But you don’t expect what he says next, “If you ever need anything, anything at all,” The gaze in his eyes leaves you forgetting how to breathe, “I’m always here.” 
It’s not until he lets go of you that you remember your intent to leave, slipping away slowly as he closes the door. 
***
Jin doesn’t understand why you’re so intent on giving him a heart attack. 
The door slams open and you suddenly emerge. But Jin doesn’t have time to retaliate about you freaking him out constantly or that you’ve been out all day and that you need to be making more progress with your book. 
Instead, it looks like a piece of your soul’s been crushed. 
“Y/N?” He loudly ponders, simply left just staring at you as you hurriedly kick your boots off. 
“Jin!” You exclaim, seemingly breathless. 
“Did you run here or something?” He asks, a tinge of concern in his words. You simply hand him your coat, heading into your room. 
“Where’s my computer?” You question, glancing at him wildly. He’s taken back a bit, but he answers your question. 
“There was an electrical issue that needed to be fixed so I temporarily moved it.” He points down the hall, “It’s in the spare room with all the hard copies.” 
“Good.” You exhale, dashing over. 
“Wait, Y/N‒” He isn’t able to get a word in, the door closing with a loud thud. 
There’s a plethora of questions at the tip of his tongue, ranging from why it took you so long to what could have possibly happened, but Jin isn’t able to ponder for long when he suddenly hears the frantic typing of your keyboard. 
***
Twenty-four hours. 
Jin crosses his arms, standing in front of the room that you have yet to emerge from since the past twenty-four hours. He didn’t say much after you had barged in yesterday and confined yourself inside, simply locking up for the day and leaving some takeout on the table outside in case you got hungry. 
And that was all due to the look in your eyes. 
It’s a look he’s seen before, on days where you’ve been engrossed in your writing, too occupied with your own racing mind to halt your actions. However, this time he notices a sense of urgency that wasn’t there before. 
Which is why when you do finally emerge, he can’t believe what you’re waving in front of his eyes. 
“Here you go.” You say, handing him the USB in your hands, “It’s all done, the entire novel.” 
“Y/N.” He says astonished, staring at you in pure awe, “How did you manage to write it all?” 
You laugh at that and Jin is a little unnerved, wondering how on earth you didn’t look crazy after staying in that one room for so long and just simply typing. 
“I think I’ll always be a hermit to some degree.” You toss your coat over your shoulders, reaching down for your shoes. 
“Where are you going?” He questions, watching as you finish putting on your boots. 
You smile, “I have to go find someone.” 
Jin’s eyes widen and without saying another word, you turn to head towards the door. 
He scoffs underneath his breath once you leave. 
“I knew it.” 
***
Taehyung isn’t picking up your calls. 
You hurriedly dial the number again on your phone, hearing the familiar ringing over and over until you’re sent to voicemail. 
Once the other end beeps, you mumble underneath your breath. 
“Taehyung, call me please.” 
After leaving the message, you slide your phone into your coat pocket, glancing at the destination you hurried towards. 
The home is still there, appearing exactly how you had just left it two days ago. 
You frantically knock against the door. 
Surely it opens, but to reveal someone else entirely. 
“Oh.” You mutter, your expression of relief morphing into awkward surprise. The man standing before you looks equally confused, surveying your face. 
“You are…?” He squints, like he’s attempting to place a name to your face. 
You answer right away, “I’m Y/N.” 
“Y/N?” He repeats, eyes sparkling. “Really? Wow, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” 
A nervous laugh escapes you, “And you are…?” 
“Oh, sorry.” He sheepishly smiles, reaching out his hand. “My name is Jimin, I’m one of Taehyung’s roommates.” 
You nod in recognition, “Are you looking for Taehyung?” 
“Yes!” You suddenly exclaim, “Do you know where he is?” 
“I just got back in last night.” He says with a grimace, “But Taehyung wasn’t here, the last I heard he was preparing for his next showcase.” 
Your eyes widen. 
“Thank you, Jimin! I’ll be on my way now!” He waves you goodbye and you spin on your heels, knowing exactly where you needed to be. 
***
The art museum looks exactly the same, pieces on for display and spectators walking from room to room, inspecting each one. 
However, each exhibit represents a multitude of different artists, none consisting of the one you’re searching for. 
“Excuse me.” 
You poke a lady that’s wearing a gallery uniform, expectantly looking at her. 
“Where is Taehyung’s‒” You bite your tongue, “Sorry, V’s exhibit?” 
“Ah, I’m afraid we’re in the midst of clearing up for his next one.” She says with remorse, “There are some of his pieces still left over there if you’d like to view them.” 
“I see…” Your shoulders slump in defeat, but you do thank her for helping you out. Heading towards the direction she pointed out, you find the paintings from the last time you had visited the museum. 
The corners of your lips curl up. You recall being here, attempting to find the peculiar man after seeing him underneath the starry sky without knowing much about how close you would grow to be. 
You come across the same painting, remembering how easily his ability to capture expansive sceneries was. But that’s when you see one of his new pieces, a soft gasp escaping you. 
It’s the painting you created together, fully displayed in all its glory. 
But it’s not the only one. 
There’s a set of three different canvases, all with artworks of you. 
One of them is the same painting of the night sky you saw before, but the sky is painted with a deep purple now, the same colour that was outlined with your silhouette. The moon is completely full, stars scattered around that are brighter with a hue of white. You don’t fall to notice that there’s also a bench added at the bottom. 
Another one of them is a splatter of photographs, photographs you didn’t even know he took of you. There’s images from the river side, pictures coming from the marketplace, and in all of them he’s managed to capture the spark in your eyes. 
The last one has you frozen. 
It’s a portrait, but not just a portrait of you. 
It’s a portrait of you reading.
The image is uncanny, the light hitting your side profile at a lovely angle, the book in your hands being carefully held, the excitement in your eyes even brighter than the photographs. 
Your brows furrow, wondering when Taehyung could have gotten such an image of you. But then you realize he doesn’t ‒ that he’s created the image through himself. 
That’s when your eyes have the instant to flicker down, breath hitching once you discover what he’s named all three pieces. 
My Muse. 
By Kim ‘V’ Taehyung. 
Everything stops, and all you’re left being able to do is to simply stare. 
“I’m assuming I can’t keep this a surprise anymore.” 
You whirl around at the speed of light, recognizing that deep tone from anywhere. 
Taehyung stands before you, a soft smile on his lips. 
“It’s incredible.” You whisper, “How did you…?” 
“I was working on it for a while.” He steps next to you, pointing to the first, “That one was made a few nights after I met you.” He points to the second, “That one was after we had spent time together.” He points to the last, “And that one I made last night, after finishing reading one of your books.” 
You stare at the portrait, observing that the book that you’re reading is indeed one of your own. 
He read the one where a man turns into a fish. 
“You read it?” Disbelief is laced in your voice, mixed with an odd sense of pride. 
“Of course, I’ve been wanting to read one of your books since I met you.” He explains, scratching the back of his head. “You saw my art, but I never got a chance to see yours.” 
You’re simply at a loss of words. You ‒ the person that had a remark for anything and was able to write countless words at bullet speed, had no more to say. 
Taehyung stares at the ground, chewing down on his bottom lip. 
“Has your novel writing been going okay?” He blurts, attempting to draw the attention away from his art. 
That snaps you out of it. “Uh yeah, I actually finished it.” 
“You did?” His head snaps up in astonishment, “Congrats.” 
You warmly smile, “Thanks.” 
After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Listen Y/N, I’m really sorry for not expressing it sooner.” He gestures to his art pieces, “I’m not the best with explaining my feelings, so it's easier for me to integrate it somehow into my‒” 
You cut him off mid-sentence, your lips meeting his. The surprise spreads over his face instantaneously, but it doesn’t take Taehyung long to reciprocate, moving his lips against yours. 
You separate from him and he blinks, as if caught up in a daze. 
“You never asked me what my book was about.” You breathe out. 
His brows furrow, “What was it about?” 
You grin mischievously, “It’s about a writer and a painter falling in love.” 
Taehyung seems to be at a loss for words now, gazing at you in pure surprise. 
“Really?” He asks, and you cheerfully nod. 
“Yup.” You find his hands, interlacing them with yours. 
“I’m really sorry.” Remorse enters your eyes. “Romance has truthfully, never really been my genre.” 
Taehyung lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Maybe we can see if that changes.” 
There’s a giant smile on your lips that he matches with his own. 
Tightening his warm hold on your hand, the pair of you walk away together from the exhibit.
You laugh to yourself. 
Maybe romance as a genre wasn’t so bad after all. 
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