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genre ➙ Mafia!au: horror, angst, romance + smut — words ➙ 25.5k — pairing➙ jeon Jungkook x female reader

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Warning; Illicit narcotic use, Dom! Jungkook, public indecency, murder, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (female receiving and male receiving), mentions of mental illness, domestic violence, reckless law-breaking behaviour, explicit language and scenes.

"It's the fifth murder this month. The victim… a young woman in her early twenty's. She, unfortunately, has been murdered in the exact same fashion as the rest of the homicide victims we've been having this month. Sliced at the vital points of her neck, with a large ‘X' carved in the centre of her chest as well as the mutilation of her body. The killer is extremely intelligent, clean and précised with his killing methods. This person knows what they are doing and are incredibly good at it. You need to pick up the pace and find a lead on this investigation (L/N) were losing too many innocent lives."

5:00 am illuminates on your digital bedside alarm clock. Your eyes droop as you frown bitterly at the realisation that you once again had a sleepless night consisting of overthinking and binge-watching crime documentaries on YouTube. The aches in your neck and back from staying in a slouched position too long makes you groan in agony. The stresses obtained from your field of work is rapidly catching up to you, as you make your start to your day by washing your face, brushing your teeth and swiping on large amounts of concealer under your eyes as you could to minimise the tiredness and exhaustion you physically felt by your visibly dark circles and eye bags. The ringing in your ears and painful swelling in your chest seems to be worsening as you blankly stare at your reflection through the fingerprint-smudged bathroom mirror in front of you.

"I am happy to you inform Miss (L/N) that the symptoms you have been experiencing these past few months are common physical aspects of a panic attack or anxiety. You also seem to have some swelling in your chest which is something I would identify as Costochondritis. " The silence is almost deafening as you gape up at the doctor in complete shock. The agony you have been feeling in your head, joints, muscles and chest were all just from anxiety? The doctor examines your test results assertively smiling down at you.

"So basically…You’re telling me that I'm not dying- just severely anxious?" You ask feeling completely hopeless at the realisation you had been overthinking about your health for absolutely nothing. “I swear that I am not a hypochondriac!”

The doctor chuckles at your outburst as he faces you while holding out your medical records. You take them from him gently and scan through the information on the sheets of paper.

"Yes. I can tell you confidently that you are in fact not dying and are experiencing the physical symptoms of anxiety." He smiles reassuringly at you.

"I-I…oh-um so like can you help me like not feel like this?-"

"-The most I can do for you is refer you to see a psychologist or prescribe you with some antidepressants medication…is there anything happening in your life that is particularly stressful and is taking up a lot of your time and energy?"

"No. I-No, not really."

"Well, just by looking at you I can see that you are mentally and physically exhausted. I would take it easy for time being and maybe take a week off from work to give your body the proper rest and relaxation it deserves. As for the Costochondritis just take some ibuprofen along with some hot and cold therapy on the muscles."

"Taking time off work is something that's just not going to happen any time soon…" You mumble to yourself quietly as you fight back tears. Your grip on your cold bathroom basin tightens until your knuckles turn white. Your fresh mascara smudging slightly under your eyes. "Oh, that's just great." Your breath hitches in your throat, as you struggle to look at your reflection in the mirror. Never, in your years of living have you ever been as stressed as you were now. The struggle of adulthood is illustrated through your whole day-to-day routine of getting little to no sleep and running on caffeinated drinks. As you fight to solve case after case. Hard work, motivation and praises are becoming repetitive as you battle with other detectives to keep your position and remain where you currently were at your agency.

You were fortunate enough to land a stable job at a detective agency which paid really well and offered you enough experience to really rank up in the field. You always had a deep passion for justice and knew you were capable of working in this field of work, even though some of the shit you've seen over the years really did fuck you up mentally. The gruesome scenes of decapitated bodies, pools of blood and rotting corpses were just some things that took a while to get used to. You had always considered yourself to be mentally and physically capable of handling the more intense cases but there were a lot of very dangerous people out there with very horrible intentions and even worse actions. Your boss Kim Namjoon is a perfectionist, who expects nothing but the best from his colleagues when responding to cases. You have learned a lot from Namjoon and considered him to be someone you looked up to and respected. However, he is also the reason for your horrible anxiety and stress.

When it came to Namjoon everything had to be sorted in perfect order, every opinion had to carry sophistication and certainty. You wake up at the butt crack of dawn to make sure you put together, researching, examining and investigating. You are not someone to kiss ass to rank up in positions. If you were going to show your worth it will be done through hard work and dedication. You were clearly overworking yourself but you needed to put in the extra effort to do your job to the best of your abilities. Although, perfection is Kim Namjoon and perfection is something you desired to obtain. To prove yourself even further you needed to find the infamous killer circling the media and your detective office. Namjoon trusted your ability as a detective to crack this case. However, never in your years of experience as a detective have you ever come across such a careful and well calculated, cold-blooded killer.

"Just by observing the way these unfortunate victims have been killed by this ruthless killer indicates that the killer has knowledge on human anatomy." Kim Namjoon points directly at the disfigured images of the murderer's victims on his pinboard. The atmosphere in the meeting room is instantly tense as your co-workers grimly peer at the images some with curiosity, horror or just pure disgust.

You inhale and exhale as you pat down your hair and lightly rub under your eyes in a pathetic attempt to clean the smudged mascara under your eyes and calm down your racing heart. "You got this (Y/N). Relax." You repeatedly chant to yourself as you glance down at your wristwatch. “Shit! I’m gonna miss my train!” You exclaim in panic as you hastily slide on your clothes before speeding off and making your way towards your station. “I can’t believe my car still getting fixed.” You grumble as you continue to power walk, just making it in time for your train.

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"Young Master Jeon welcome back! How was your trip to Dubai?" An older butler at the Jeon residence asks with politeness as he bows elegantly at the young bachelor who is twirling the keys to his custom black Koenigsegg CCXR in his right hand as his other is in his expensive black suit pants.

"Hm. Average." He spoke blankly as he watches his servants bow to him with courtesy in two perfectly straight lines stretching from both sides of his mansions front door. The servants become stiff in his presence, the atmosphere in the large mansion immediately becoming thick with dread and spitefulness. "Are you hungry Master?" An older butler questions with classiness, making the chefs straighten up and gawk at Jungkook with distress. “We just brought in beautiful fresh lobster tails imported from Japan this morning, Master.” A chef states impulsively as he takes a cautious step forward, face filled with fear. “O-Or! We have some exquisite Australian Beef! We can-” The chef falls short with his outburst as Jungkook’s expression quickly becomes sour. Jungkook peers at his servants in annoyance as he ruffles his hair in slight agitation. "No. Where's my father?" The butler nods his head in a mixture of both relief and understanding before pointing sophisticatedly towards the large flight of stairs located at the centre of the mansion. "He's at his office speaking to a potential client at the moment." Sighing with pure frustration he places both his hands on his hips. His luxury car key dangling in his left hand.

"Well when he's done, tell him I'll be going out tonight and I won't be home until early morning." Jungkook spat with arrogance while continuing to twirl his car keys in his hands, before turning around to walk up the long flight of marble stairs completely dismissing the butlers, maids and chefs that bow to him as he makes his getaway.

"As you wish Master."

With that, he is gone. As if he never arrived home in the first place. "Which car are we taking tonight JK?" Park Jimin murmurs as he slides another Laguna beach ring on his slender fingers while he smirks up at Jungkook through the pure gold embraided mirror in Jeon Jungkook's room. "I was thinking of taking out my matte black Lambo or Lykan Hypersport but we can take the Maserati GranTurismo and be more casual if you want." Jungkook murmurs as he fastens his Louie Vuitton cufflink, smirking up at Jimin as he rolls up his sleeves, outlining his muscles from underneath his white dress shirt. Jimin bites his plump lips as he hovers his delicate index finger over all twelve of Jungkook’s car keys laid out in front of him. "Hm." He hums as he sneers up at Jungkook before picking up a car key, throwing it to him. Jungkook chuckles and lifts up his right hand swiftly catching the keys with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Lamborghini it is."

The engine roars as Jungkook starts the luxury sports car. "Live life simple". Is Jeon Jungkook's life motto, even though his life was nowhere near being simple. He taps the side of his luxury car to open the mansions garage door. Jimin is ecstatic as he quickly connects his phone to the cars Bluetooth system, before going on to snapchat quickly to film Jungkook as he does a burn out as he speeds out the driveway of his million dollar mansion. "It's going to be a good night!" Jimin shouts as he swipes through his playlist on his phone, speedily finding a song and blasting the music louder to vibrate around the luxury car. Jungkook smirks as he speeds down the street with one hand on the leather steering wheel.

It wasn't easy being the son of one of the world's most well-known and feared mafia organisations. His father ran his illegal and ruthless business for decades now. As the gang grew, so did the expectations, illegal transactions and contracts. From a young age, he has been privately tutored. His relaxation time consisted of excessive gym workouts, video games and research of other mafia organisations which could be a threat to his father and himself. Jungkook didn't know how to actually take a break. From a child he was placed under a lot of pressure from his father, there were all these expectations that he'd be the best and nothing but the best. Jungkook's father didn't believe in vacations and breaks, which resulted in Jungkook being robbed of a normal childhood, rich or not he never knew when enough was enough and always tried to improve in any area he felt he lacked in. Jungkook is perfection and there was no one who could one-up him in anything. As he grew older, the stress and pressure kept growing until he was pushed to breaking point and it takes a lot to get Jeon Jungkook to break.

"-Jungkook I am warning you. No more fucking around. I did not raise you to be this reckless and barbaric!" His father shouts as he slams an expensive 4.7 million dollar vase against the brick wall of his office. "I am sorry father it won't happen again."

"Listen to me. You need to get your fucking priorities straight. We already have thousands of enemies after us. We can't just simply fuck up all the time. He doesn't want to pay up, the fucking bastard! Even when we have given him one of our finest bags of cocaine. Do not make a deal without the customer paying first. I don't care if he's one of our most trusted customers or not. You can’t trust anyone in this world. This is a fucking amateur mistake even for you."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sending you back to Dubai. You know what to do. I won't tell you again Jungkook." Jungkook silently swallows as his father slowly approaches him, leaving only an inch of space between them.

"Kill him. I want you to meet up with Mr Moon and fucking annihilate him"

"Yes, Father."

After meeting his current best friends Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung in University he finally learnt how to wind down and relax. The two equivalently as rich bachelors saved Jungkook from overworking himself and taught him how to waste his time doing things that could help him relax. There were only a few ways Jungkook knew how to wind down after being put under so much stress and anxiety. The endless collection of luxury vehicles was only one of them. The other things he liked to do to pass time was through the illicit use of illegal narcotics he owns and pays people to make, while the other consisted of fucking random girls and getting excessively drunk. So drunk that he'd get the sudden urge to kill and release his frustrations from his father and his business on innocent victims he'd target throughout his night. Jungkook, unlike Jimin and Taehyung, wasn't very interested in money and material things. Jungkook was no stranger to murder and reckless drug use. He has everything…the routine gets boring. Purchasing a new car, a new watch or property. None of that gave him the rush he needed to feel alive. Nothing was more euphoric to him than a good fuck and kill. The exciting rush of adrenaline setting him off.

“Jungkook maybe you should really refrain from killing your bitches.” Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he enters Jungkook’s room, peering at the dead body from his doorway. The blood from his victim soaking his bed sheets and dripping onto the marble floor. Her naked and brutally attacked body is covered in stabbed wounds and slash marks. “It’s going to get on your carpet man.” Yoongi ruffles his hair before shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he turns his head away in disgust. “Can’t I just do my thing without anyone questioning it Yoongi?" Jungkook retorts in agitation, as he clamps a hand over his eyes, trying to ignore the head splitting headache he felt from being hungover. "You really need to stop with these wicked games Jungkook," Yoongi says finally walking over to him, stopping once he was right in front of him. "Just hurry up and get someone to clean this fucking mess. It’s starting to smell.” Jungkook mutters in irritation as he glares at Yoongi before walking towards his bathroom completely stark naked. Yoongi peers at the scares on his body before sighing. “It’s always me doing the dirty work.”

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A simple release of stress and anxiety. However, it slowly became into something Jungkook just could not control. What started off as one victim, turned into two, then into three before he knew it he had lost count. He had lost count of the multiple people he has killed men and women alike. It became a pattern and something he couldn't withhold. He just needed to release his frustration in some type of way that actually works for him. It just happened to be through murdering the people he slept with on a lonely intoxicated spent night. Jungkook downs his glass of expensive champagne before using his diamond credit card without any limit on spending to line up his favourite white substance. He snorts it as the music around him blast through the speakers of Full Moon. One of the many clubs that he owns and likes to visit very frequently to release his stress.

"Hey, there handsome." A female voice speaks over the loud music playing the club and Jungkook bites down onto his bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to prevent a smile from stretching across his gorgeous lips. "Any more for me?" She pouts teasingly, before running her manicured fingers down the fine quality of his dress shirt. He narrows his eyes at her as he whips around to face her. He chuckles while taking in her appearance. Her botox lips, silicone breasts and butt injections were exceptionally recognisable as the incredibly short dress and low cut top left little to the imaginations as she leans herself closer to his masculine figure. He smirks at her obvious advances and he leans closer towards her. She definitely wasn’t worth the fuck but she’d make a pretty good kill.

"I don't know doll face I don't think you can handle this." He murmurs clasping his hands together as he rests his elbows against the fine wood of the bar booth. Her eyes glint as they wander across the expensive rings on his fingers and the Rolex clasped around his wrist. "Oh, I don't know about that handsome. Why don't you give me some and we'll see?" She bites her lip as she places a bald hand on one of his thick thighs. Jungkook laughs as he covers his mouth with one of his hands as the other taps his credit card on the counter in annoyance. "Hmm how about it beautiful?" She moans leaning closer towards Jungkook's face to place a kiss. Jungkook moves quickly before pushing her hand off his thigh, while hostilely pressing her against the counter of the bar. "You don't get to touch me or my shit okay?" She swallows nervously, before nodding her head quickly. The dark clouding in his eyes takes her breath away as he violently wraps his fingers around her neck. "Get your pathetic self out of my fucking sight before I fucking kill you." She scampers away hastily, tripping slightly in the process.

"Wow. You really know how to talk to the ladies." Jimin chuckles as he pours himself a cup of whiskey. Jungkook shrugs before putting his hands into his pocket, eyes now focusing on his friend. "Let's go to the VIP section, Taehyung's just arrived and he brought Yoongi." Jimin grins as he swirls around his alcoholic beverage eyes watching the ice clack against the fine glass before looking up at Jungkook with a smirk. Jungkook's eyes narrow as he nods, wordlessly walking in the direction of the VIP section. "There's my favourite billionaire! How are you JK?" Taehyung shouts while slinging an arm around Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook chuckles patting Taehyung on the chest. "Blessed you in my presence like always man," Jungkook smirks before making eye contact with Yoongi as he slowly approaches the pair sluggishly. "You got the stuff?" Yoongi mutters pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing smoke to the side.

Jungkook smirks as he pulls out a bag of white substance from the inside of his lavish blazer. "Always." He mutters before throwing the bag of coke to him. Yoongi catches it with a wide grin, exposing his gummy smile. "I missed you JK." He murmurs, as Jungkook winks at him in response. Jimin downs his drink as Taehyung eagerly races over to Yoongi to get some of the powdered cocaine.

You sigh for the tenth time as you peer up at the clock hanging on the wall adjacent from you. If the time on the clock was correct, which it is, you should have left the agency to go home five hours ago. "Namjoon really needs to start paying us overtime because this is the twentieth time we've stayed back to do the paperwork and I’m serious (Y/n) I counted! I am not getting any younger. Or am I? I look pretty sexy today actually, don’t you think (Y/n)?" Your detective partner grumbles as he staples some papers together, peering down at you with a pout.

You nod while yawning not really paying attention to anything your colleague was saying to you. “You didn’t even look at me!” He whines and you hum in acknowledgement. You were too exhausted to speak, exhaling as you, read through your investigations closely. You had just been drilled by your boss Kim Namjoon about your cases and the stress of finding a lead to the recent murders makes your chest and head hurt. Massaging your temples, you glance at your empty coffee mug, contemplating for another cup of coffee to wake you up. You sigh again reaching towards the mess of papers against your desk. You start stacking them ready to turn in for the night. "Don't tell me you are still upset about what happened 4 hours ago (Y/n)? Cheer up! So Namjoon told you off? Big deal! He yells at me all the time and I'm older than him. The guy’s just like that. Don’t take it personally." Your partner tries to cheer you up as he helps you stack papers from the cases you have been investigating.

"Please just stop Jin! I can't believe we don't have any leads. I wasted another entire day at work drinking coffee and getting yelled at by Namjoon…" You whine, slouching against your computer chair as you purse your lips into a pout, looking at your partner Kim Seokjin. "You are already one of the most respected detectives at this agency. Namjoon pushes you hard because he knows you can deliver the results. You don't give yourself enough credit." Jin says moving behind to rest his hands on your shoulders. “It’s not enough Jin. I am not enough. I need to try harder.”

Jin's hands that rested on your shoulder begins massaging them. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel your tense muscles begin to loosen. Jin rolls his eyes before sighing. "You know what. When was the last time you got a massage? You are way too tense! Why don't we go out? Just like to go and grab a couple of drinks? I mean it's Friday night you could obviously use a well-deserved break you work-acholic!" Jin exclaims releasing your shoulders as he starts impulsively packing away your things into your handbag. "Woah Jin what are you-"

"Come on get yo prude ass up. We're going out." He pulls you off your chair and onto your feet as he pats you down, from your crinkled blouse to your pencil skirt. "Lucky you got heels on tonight! You look great, there's a club/bar close to our agency were going to go to let off some steam. You really could use a couple of drinks. As your loyal detective partner and friend, I am not going to let you suffer like this. Your way too young to be looking like this. Where's your youth gone?" He complains as he places your handbag on your shoulder, before grabbing your car keys. "Wait, seriously Jin I don't really feel like-"

"Shut up! Stop protesting! Admit it you want to drink." Jin ushers you out of the agency before turning off the lights and looking up the door. "I-I…okay." You murmur, rolling your eyes as Jin winks at you, shooting finger guns. "Which club are we going to anyway?" You ask taking your hair out of the ponytail you previously had it in.

"Full Moon," Jin mumbles as motions you to follow him. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he begins walking in the direction of the club. "Full Moon?" You say raising an eyebrow up at him in confusion. "Yeah. Full Moon. You haven't you heard of it?" He questions with wide eyes. "N-No…" You mutter slightly embarrassed. Jin peers at you questionably and you finally break. "Okay fine. Yes. I haven't heard of it. Sue me." Jin chuckles and pats you on the shoulder reassuringly. "It's fine. The club is extremely popular though. Apparently, some good-looking rich guy owns it. I know it's expensive. That famous actor Kim Taehyung goes there a lot and he's friends with the owner."

"Really!? Kim Taehyung. That's crazy." You exclaim at the shocking news of someone so famous going to the same club you were about to go to. "Wait Jin I-I is it going to be expensive because if it is I am still paying off car repairs and-"

"I got you (Y/N). Don't even worry about trivial things such as money." He reassures you with such a gleaming smile it was impossible to refuse him. "Okay, money is not trivial. It is what makes the world go around but…thank you so much, Jin." Your smile widens as he gives you a dopey look. "It's nothing, but you owe me a coffee on Monday." You laugh at that last comment before nodding up at him. "We've been friends for so long now. I mean you are dating my best friend." Jin chuckles at the mention of his girlfriend who happens to be one of the most precious people in your life. "Yeah, that's true. I don't think she's busy tonight I already invited her…she should be meeting us there." Jin says checking the messages on his phone. "You are so whipped for her."

"You know it." He winks at you before you both burst out laughing. "(Y/N)! Your best friend shouts as she wraps her arms around you. "Oh, you fucking scared me!" You both laughed as Jin wraps his arms around her from behind. “You look amazing baby!” Jin compliments her before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. You avert your gaze from the couple pretending to puke. She laughs before slapping your arm playfully. “Don’t look at me like that! You just need to get laid.” She says pocking her tongue out at you. “Shut up you little thot.” You say bitterly, causing Jin to laugh embarrassingly loud. "Woah, so this is the club?" Your best friend exclaims as she stares at the club with her mouth wide open in shock. Your eyes widened dumbfounded at the long queue of ridiculously rich looking people waiting in line outside. The club is buzzing and bustling loud with paparazzi in all directions trying to take pictures and sneak their way get in. "oh this is the club and It's busy alright," Jin mutters as he ushers both you and your best friend into the queue of people. "Must be some famous people in there if there is paparazzi clowning around right outside." Your best friend whispers in your ear and you nod back at her. "Jin told me that a Kim Taehyung comes here a lot."

"Really!? The actor?" Your best friend exclaims peering into the club through a window. "Gosh, I hate how these windows are tinted we can't see anything inside." Jin groans trying to peer through the window. Your best friend laughs before slapping her boyfriend on the arm lightly. "Hey stop! People from the inside can see you even though you can't see them." You all chuckle at that. Jin doing his famous window wiper laugh. “We are going to be waiting out here all night and this rate.” You utter dejectedly. Jin opens his mouth to retort to your comment only to be interrupted by a girl waiting at the front. "Oh hey someone's coming out!" The random girl in front of you shrieks as she notices the slender handsome guy exiting through the front door of the club to whisper something to the bouncer at the front that you assume must be urgent from the stern look on his face. Your eyes widened in amazement at the realisation that this particular person was extremely good-looking. “Wow.” Your best friend whispers in your ear before nudging you. Without looking at her you nod, completely agreeing, as the girls around you guys start to scream and shout as they shower the said person with compliments and random praises.

"Park Jimin!!!!!!!" Girls, nearby you start to scream as he waves at them humbly, totally dismissing their chaotic behaviour. Jimin is unfazed by the attention he is receiving, the radiant smile on his face never faltering once. “Park Jimin?” You repeat as your eyes stay glued on him. He is stunning and has this unexplainable glow to him. You are mesmerised by the mere sight of him.

"Woah really Park Jimin!?" Jin shouts staring at the attractive boy with wide eyes. "What is It Jin?" Your best friend asks resting her hand on his shoulder, as she peers at Jimin curiously. Jin doesn't take his eyes off Jimin as he stares at him with his mouth slightly agape. Jimin continues giving his attention to the girls surrounding the club. The paparazzi camera flashes almost blinded you, as people begin to eagerly take videos and photos of Jimin. While he was giving the girls a bit of fan service, Jimin notices Jin and instantly his own eyes begin to widen once he realises who he’s looking at.

"Is that you Jin?" He questions ushering him to come closer. You and your best friend instantly stiffen at the sudden wave of attention brought to your group. The long queue instantly parts in the middle making you both a pathway to walk through. "Okay, why the fuck is Park Jimin motioning you to go over to him? And who the fuck is he?" Your best friend harshly whispers to Jin. Jin laughs nervously avoiding the question before ushering you both to the front of the queue.

Once you all started getting closer to Jimin, his eyes began to sparkle as he stares at Jin fondly. "Seokjin! It is you! It has been ages man how are you?" Jimin is ecstatic as he wraps Jin into a long heartfelt embrace. "It has been so long, I haven't seen you since College." At the mention of college, you and your best friend begin to relax knowing that Seokjin comes from a wealthy family and studied abroad at an expensive elite University which is probably how he knows someone as famous as Jimin.

"Congratulations on expanding your business. I heard you opened a lot of new hotels globally." Jin mentions, making Jimin flustered as he runs his fingers through his hair. You watch him feeling a blush of your own brush against your cheeks. He was so gorgeous that you suddenly felt your social anxiety eating away at your heart. Your best friend wraps a hand around your trembling ones in an attempt to relax you. You tighten your grips on her hands without taking your gaze off Jimin.

Jimin notices your gaze and peers at you intently with a hint of cockiness soothing out of him. He clearly knew he was attractive. His eyes widen for a split-second before relaxing when you force a smile at him. A playful glint appears in his eyes as he stares at you for a few seconds too long. "Aren't you going to introduce me to these lovely ladies Jin?" Jimin playfully says curtly while tilting his head to the side slowly. His eyes wandering down your body to scan you from head to toe. If you weren't red before you were definitely red now. "Oh yes, of course, this is (B/F/N) my girlfriend and this is her best friend and my work colleague (Y/N)." Jin introduces you both to Jimin and Jimin smiles at you both dreamily, before shaking hands with your best friend. "Nice to meet you! Any friend of Jin's is a friend of mine." Your best friend says smiling up at Jimin who returns her smile sweetly. "You got yourself a keeper Jin, she suits you." Jin smiles at her tenderly, placing a kiss to her temples while wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah. I think so too. Glad you agree." Jimin smiles at Jin before shifting his eyes over to you. You jump slightly the moment your eyes meet and he's moving closer to you quickly. You feel yourself become weak as he grasps onto your hand gently. He comfortingly rubs his thumbs against the back of your as his hold tightens. "Nice to meet you (Y/N)" He slowly lifts your palm towards his soft lips. Your breath hitches in your throat as he teasingly winks before placing a soft kiss at the palm of your hand.

You feel the heat of envy from the girls around you as they glare at you. You pull your hand out of Jimin's hold quickly before forcing another tight smile at him up at him in response. "Nice to meet you too Jimin," Jimin smirks before placing a hand at your lower back, forcing you to turn and face the entrance of the club. He escorts you all towards the door. "We can talk inside." He says simply Jin nods in delight, while your best friend smirks at you cheekily. You shyly avert your gaze away from Jimin knowing he staring right at you "Stop." Your mouth to her in embarrassment as she snickers in response. "Thanks for getting us in man," Jin says rubbing Jimin on the shoulders. "Anything for fabulous Kim Seokjin." Jimin chuckles before facing the bouncer. "These guys are with me," Jimin says simply to the bouncer who nods in response. "Whatever you say, Boss."

You all happily enter the club and Jimin escorts you to the bar. "If it wasn't for you we would have been waiting outside forever." Your best friend chuckles as she beams up at Jimin. "Oh, its nothing don't even mention it." Jimin smoothly says while returning her smile politely. "So is it you who owns this club?" Jin asks as Jimin waves over the bartender. The bartender sophisticatedly picks up an expensive bottle of champagne before placing the alcoholic beverage in front of Jimin as well as fine glass cups. "Nah this club actually belongs to Jungkook," Jimin says unbothered and Jin immediately stiffens at the mention of Jungkook's name. "Jungkook huh," Jin says slowly while laughing awkwardly, you and your best friend immediately peer up at him in confusion and he glances at you both in slight agitation as he loosens his tie in an attempt to get you both to not ask. Jimin is oblivious to the sudden awkward tension has he opens an expensive bottle of Champagne that you knew probably costed more than your whole annual salary.

"Woah. Look at the bottle" Your best friend mutters as you all stare at the bottle wide-eyed. Jimin hands Jin and his girlfriend a glass before giving you a glass. His fingers slyly brush against yours and you stiffen in response as he winks at you. "Cheers to finally reuniting!" Jimin says placing his cup in front of the three to clack together. "Bottoms up!"

You all down your glasses. You were slower than the rest in an attempt to savour the expensive taste, thinking you will never be able to have this kind of champagne again. “We’re at the VIP Booth.” He says nonchalantly pointing to the back of the club. “You all should come and join us,” Jimin says after downing his champagne glass. “I’ll just have to let Jungkook know I’m bringing you guys in there because he gets a bit iffy with this sort of stuff. Just wait here I’ll be back in a flash. Don’t miss me too much.” Jimin says winking at you before rushing away ignoring the panicked expression on Jin’s face.

“So who’s Jungkook? And why’d you totally freak out and stiffen up like that?” Your best friend asks as she averts her gaze from Jimin’s back to Jin’s conflicted face. Jin looks at both your curious faces and sighs in defeat. “Let’s just say the kid’s got some problems,” Jin says trying to get you both to drop the question completely.

“What kind of problems Jin?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him curiously. Your best friend nods, folding her arms as she raises an eyebrow up at Jin. He shakes his head while massaging his temples. “It’s kind of complicated-“

“What kind of problems Jin?” Your best friend raises her voice as she cuts of Jin, looking at him irritably. Jin’s eyes begin to scan the room as he fidgets nervously, palm rubbing the back of his neck as he thinks his words over. “Like the mafia, breaking the law, drug selling kind of problems…”

You and your best friend stare up at Jin shocked and he bites his lip in response. “Are you being serious?” Your best friend exclaims. “-Um. Maybe we should go home.” Jin says ruffling his hair as he falls deep in thought while staring in the direction that Jimin took off in, trying to avoid any more questions being asked. “No. We just got here. We can’t just go home.” Your best friend says touching Jin on the shoulder gently. “Why?” You ask in concern. “Look, whatever happens, tonight. Jeon Jungkook can absolutely not find out were detectives.” Jin exclaims looking genuinely stressed out. Never in your many years of knowing and working with Jin have you ever seen look this concerned. He was always so carefree and relaxed even when dealing with the intense cases back at the detective agency. Why was he so concerned about a random club owner? When he deals with way worse on the daily. “Why can’t he find out were detectives?” Your best friend asks running her hand up and down Jin’s arm soothingly, looking sincerely concerned about his behaviour.

“Because if Jeon Jungkook finds out were detectives we are all going to fucking die tonight.”

“Father…”

"Yes, Jungkook?" He looks at Jungkook through his glasses as he pauses counting the piles of money stacked up on his desk. "What do you want? I'm really busy here." He asks running out of patience as he waits for young Jungkook to answer.

"When…you hold a knife to someone's throat…how easy is it for them to die?"

The silence is almost ear-splitting as he peers at his son with curious eyes. "Why do you want to know?" He asks taking off his glasses, placing them gently on the side of his desk as he leans back on his chair while crossing his arms. "I just-"

"Listen to me carefully Jungkook…If you want to play with knives you need to learn how to use them correctly. Slicing someone's throat is typically done for the effect. If the victims not alone, the sound will make their colleagues shit themselves. It's scary as it is. I mean, coming up to your victim from behind with the sharp knife in your hand, cupping a hand over their mouth, slicing across their neck, watching the pools of blood squirt out. However, if you really want to kill them it would be better to stab them, puncture the trachea, oesophagus and of course the carotid arteries and jugular veins. It really shows how easy it is to take a life. It's truly intriguing."

"Earth to Jungkook." Taehyung chuckles distastefully loud before flicking Jungkook on the forehead lightly. Jungkook's bloodshot eyes avert from the random wall he was staring at as he was lost in thought to Kim Taehyung. He stares back at him in a daze as the effects of the drugs begin to take place. "Man, you were like deep in thought, what the fuck were you thinking about?" Jungkook's mouth stretches up in the corner as he forces a smile at his friend. "Some dark shit Taehyung, you really wanna know?"

"Nah, I'll pass we all know how fucked up you are." He laughs pouring himself some more expensive liquor. "Pass me your cup," Jungkook smirks, sitting up before placing his glass in front of Taehyung. Taehyung smirks back at Jungkook before pouring his drink even fuller than he poured his own. "Yeah fill it any further it's going to overflow.” Jungkook laughs in disbelief as he peers at his cup intrigued by Taehyung's inattentive actions. "Hey, Hoseok!" Yoongi exclaims as he walks into the VIP room with style. "Long time no see guys." He says before leisurely taking a seat next to Yoongi. "Want a drink Hobi?" Taehyung teases as he wriggles the expensive bottle of champagne in his hand. "You never play fair Tae." Yoongi chuckles as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. "You know me." He says shrugging, the smile on face growing as he peers back at Jungkook who was side-eyeing him. "Yeah pour me some," Hoseok says as he takes the cigarette offered to him by Yoongi, placing it between his teeth and lighting it with a pure gold lighter. "Aw, Yoongi there might not be any left for you." Taehyung chuckles pouring as a pours a glass for Hoseok. "I swear you have a death wish Tae-"

"Hey, Jungkook!" Jimin exclaims as he walks into the VIP booth, the three studs look at him simultaneously. "Yeah?" Jungkook murmurs, bringing the cup of liquor Taehyung poured him up to his lips. "You won't believe who I just bumped into-"

"Before that, did you tell the bouncer to not let that group of the Italian mafia in." Jungkook cuts him off after downing his drink. "Yeah it's all sorted, you won't be seeing them ever again," Jimin smirks crossing his arms, as he peers down at Jungkook. "Good." He mutters, motioning for him to continue with what he was going to say before he got interrupted.

"Listen I bumped into Kim Seokjin." Jungkook's eyes widen slightly. "I haven't heard that name in a while," Jungkook mutters smirking at Jimin. "Yeah, he's here with his girlfriend and her friend can they enter the VIP booth?" Jimin asks Jungkook smiling, Jungkook stares at him blankly before nodding his head. "Yeah, it is cool. I don't see why not."

"Are the chicks he's with hot?" Taehyung exclaims before Jimin could exit the booth. Jimin halts in his tracks before turning his head to the side to face him with a smirk.

"Smoking."

You take some time to process Jin's words. The night you finally had to relax suddenly had done a complete 180. You can tell that Jin is both physically and mentally freaking out. Even though he is usually the really calm one which makes you and your best friend especially nervous. Jin runs his fingers through his hair as he takes in a few deep breaths.

"Okay but w-what do you mean by ‘kill' us?" Your best friend says as she stares at Jin in complete disbelief, her eyes slimming slightly. Your heart starts hammering in the chest through the anticipation and anxiety of finding out what Seokjin had to say.

"Kill as in peu peu! Stab stab! Bye bye! THAT KIND OF KILL!" Jin says mockingly as he waves his arms up and down in exaggeration. You and your best friend roll your eyes at his behaviour before she slaps him on the arm. "Ow!"

"Jin can you be serious! Do you have some beef with this guy that we don’t know about?" You say glaring up at him while pacing on your hands on your hips. "Yeah like seriously, we need you to explain this. You can’t just say that shit and leave us hanging. Who exactly is Jungkook and why would he want to kill us?" Your best friend says leaning in closer towards Jin, you mimic her actions as Jin motions you both to come to close. Jin looks around him to make sure no one is listening before leaning back down closer to the both of you.

"Think about it this way, were in enemy territory right now. Jungkook owns this club, he has people working for him everywhere in this club. We are the seals in shark territory. Jungkook isn't just some lousy ass back alley drug dealer, his father is this fucking crazy, merciless serial killer and he is exceptionally rich and powerful! The Jeon family has ruined lives, not just kill people and get away with it but ruin lives. If he finds out were detectives there's no doubt in my mind that he'll kill us right on the spot. He doesn't care, he's fucking crazy. In college one guy copied a sentence from his essay and we literally never saw him again. He is pure evil and bad news. We don't fuck with someone like him. I've literally only have spoken to him a few times in my life and that was enough to give me nightmares."

You both feel shivers run down your spines as the frightening new information swims through your mind almost making you dizzy. "We can't enjoy ourselves tonight if we're constantly on edge. Maybe we should just get out of here and fast." Your best friend says grabbing onto both Jin and your hand. "Sorry I took a while! I'm glad you guys are still here." Jimin exclaims from behind the three of you making you all jump in fear and shock. "Going somewhere?" He says smirking up at the three of you. You hold your breath as Jin forces a laugh to break the awkward tension. "No! No way! Not at all!" Jin exclaims, patting Jimin on the arm gently. Jimin stares up at Jin in suspicion. His sudden change of persona has you all on edge.

"Good! Now, what liquor do you guys drink I'll have the bartender bring it over to our booth." Jimin suddenly exclaims, his face lighting up with a bright smile. His quick change of character leaves you all baffled as he scans over the expensive liquor lined up at the bar. “Well? What do you guys wanna sip?” Jimin chuckles, smiling kindly. You mentally panic knowing absolutely nothing about normal liquor than again expensive liquor! The two of you are speechless as Jin remains cool as a cucumber smiling back at Jimin. You start internally panicking because of the silence coming from the three of you before your best friend decides to nudge Jin hard in the ribs. Jin groans before covering up his pain by leaning against the counter. "We'll just drink whatever your having were not too picky with alcohol." He smiles at Jimin forcefully, before side-eyeing his girlfriend.

"Oh Okay, that's absolutely fine. We got some of the finest liquor over at the VIP section anyway. Please follow me." Jimin says maintaining eye contact with Jin and his girlfriend before subtly winking at you. You flush at his obvious flirtatious advances before sluggishly following him from behind Jin and Your best friend. The three of you are tense because of the terrifying new information that was given to you by Jin. You felt nauseous as the walk to the VIP booth seemed to be taking forever. You and best friend glance at each other with a tight smile. Everything will be okay we just have to make sure Jungkook doesn't find out what our field of work is. You mentally remind yourself as you try to calm down your concerns.

As the three of you get closer to the VIP section you start to smell marijuana. The smell is strong as it mixes with the expensive colognes being worn by the four people inside. Jimin ushers the three of you inside the booth when you all just stop simultaneously at the entrance. Jin is first to make eye contact with Taehyung and Hoseok as your best friend makes eyes with Yoongi. Your heart pounds against your rib cage as the boy with dark hair and eyes holds your gaze.

Your eyes widen in astonishment, your mouth falling slight agape as you take in the appearance of the person you assume is the infamous Jeon Jungkook. Your hands begin to shake as your cheeks are flushing a deep shade of red at the perfection in front of you. Jungkook eyes cut deep into your soul, your palms begin to sweat. He was beautiful. He had the rich person vibe about him, along with something that couldn't really put your finger on. His eyes wander from your face to the rest of your body and you instantly feel exposed to his greedy eyes. He watches you closely and precisely. As if he was absorbing all of your information out of you. He was intimidating and conceited from the way he presented himself as he chews onto his bottom lip. Tugging the flesh erotically as he maintains eye contact with you. How could someone this breathtakingly beautiful be so bad?

Playing with the expensive rings on his fingers, he stares at you with a new kind of glint in onyx dark his eyes. "Seokjin…I am so glad we could meet again," Jungkook says standing up slowly from the expensive leather couch he was sitting on. You peer up at him as he stands, his intense gaze never leaving your own. Jin clears his throat as he stares back and forth between you and Jungkook before walking forward timidly to shake hands with Jungkook. "Nice to see you again Jungkook. Looks like you're doing well Man. This club is amazing."

"You flatter me," Jungkook says smirking at you while he’s shaking hands with Jin. You stare back at him nervously tugging onto the flesh of your bottom lip. Jin once again notices Jungkook’s set gaze on you and peers between the both of you with searching eyes. “How long has this club been open? I’ve heard you had it renovated a few times.” Jin says trying to capture Jungkook’s attention to give you some space to breathe. You can tell that Jin is tense by the way he's tightening his jaw. As soon as Jungkook seems distracted you exhale abruptly finally releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You observe Jungkook’s whole luxurious attire while he converses politely with Jin. “Yes – Actually this place has been renovated about…” His voice drifts away as you scan the black blazer that was imbraided with an expensive designer label, the white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top revealing his collar bones and white gold neck, a designer belt holding up his black tight fitted suit pants and expensive black leather shoes. He was definitely rich and by the way, he acted, you knew he was someone that always gets what he wants.

“(Y/N)?”

The voice whispering in your ear breaks you out of your trance and you turn your head to the side to be greeted with your best friends worried expression. “Are you okay? You’re practically drooling.” She says it harshly as if it was obvious and your cheeks quickly set ablaze in complete embarrassment. “Was I that obvious?” You whisper back in panic as she nods her head you groan quietly.

"You weren't lying about bringing up some hotties weren’t you Jimin?" Taehyung murmurs as he winks at both you and your best friend. Your best friend quickly holds hands with Jin in response, the action coming to her naturally as Jin tightens his hold on her hand. You dismiss his comment, too invested in Jungkook and the way his eyes crinkle on the side when he smiles and the cute little mole under his lip. He was like something out of a movie. You never ever expected the bloodcurdling and merciless Jeon Jungkook to look like this.

"Talking to yourself now Taehyung? I knew you were fucked but not that fucked" Yoongi sneers as Taehyung glare at him in response. "Shut the fuck up Yoongi." Taehyung spat in annoyance. "Oi the DJ is playing that whack shit. Tell him to change the song." Hoseok mumbles to Jimin as he blows out smoke from his mouth, ignoring you, Seokjin and your best friend altogether. "No, you tell him! I told him last time - " Jimin retorts defensively before being cut off by Jungkook.

"-care to Introduce me to your friends Seokjin," Jungkook says as his sharp dark eyes fall on to you. You swallow the built up saliva salivating in your mouth as he smoothly unbuttons a button on his blazer before shrugging off it off completely. He has you captivated, his smile tugging on the side cockily as he is rolling up his sleeves and you almost choke on your drool at the sight of his muscle and tattoos hiding from underneath his tight fitted white collared dress shirt. "Right. Well, this beautiful girl right here is my girlfriend (B/F/N) and this is our good friend and work colleague (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)?" Jungkook says smirking, your eyes widened as he says your name smoothly, the rush of emotions sending you on an emotional high as he motions you to come to the vacant spot next to him. He eyes leave you momentarily to nod at your best friend in acknowledgement before he's gazing back at you cuttingly. "What would you like to drink?" He asks with barely any emotion visible on his handsome face. "Ah- we're not picky, that champagne will do," Jin says to Jungkook swiftly as he patted you gently on the shoulder. "Excellent," Jungkook says impassively before gesturing you to come closer to him. “Come.” He orders making you weak in the knees. You gulp nervously before walking over to the spot next to him. While you were debating what to do in your head, you decide to place yourself next to him on a whim. “(Y/n)-“ Jin and your best friend mutter strictly as they stare at you in complete disbelief as you make yourself comfortable next to him. You keep your gaze locked on Jungkook as he outstretches his hand towards you. You place your hand into his and he immediately notices you trembling. He a ghostly smirk appears on his face slyly as he notices the effect he had on you.

“What would you like to drink lovely (Y/n)?” Jungkook asks with the slight smirk stretching even wider on his lips as he releases your hand slowly while he motions you to take a seat next to him. "Surprise me." You say while forcing yourself to remain calm even though you were completely freaking out on the inside. He observes you closely which makes you anxious. He knows all the emotions you were discreetly trying to suppress.

Jungkook continues to stare at you attentively before grinning at your response. Jimin and Yoongi watch you in amusement as Taehyung chuckles at your curt reply. "I'd be careful if I was you.” Hoseok chuckles nonchalantly finally acknowledging you. “Jungkook has a tendency of taking things to the next level. Don't challenge him." Yoongi murmurs resting his chin against the palm of his hand with a wide grin plastered on his face as he watches Jungkook with curious eyes instantly recognising his friend's interest in you. "I'll get you only the finest," Jungkook says eyes detecting your nervous behaviour. You watch him cautiously and he looks at you with such desire held in his gaze that you are refraining yourself from running away at the discomposure and the lust that was salivating in your mouth for him. It was torture trying not to drool and ogle at the bachelor when he was just so delicious to look at in the first place.

"So, what do you do for a living now Jin?" Taehyung asks out of blue, his interest leaving you and Jungkook to instead interrogate Jin. You jump at the question subtly. Jin and Your best friend look at each other in almost recognisable panic as the question you all feared being asked came up sooner than you all anticipated. You clear your throat, feeling yourself get frightened at the question being asked so early into the introductions that you are fervently trying to come up with a lie. "We work for a writing company. We're publishers. We had so much paperwork today we thought we could use a break and grab a couple of drinks." Jin intervenes in a hurry with something you thought was not believable but ended up not being picked up by Jungkook or his friends. You were all wearing office clothing which made sense. Jimin hands you a cup of champagne with a cherry in the bottom of it. You thank him quietly before taking slow slips of the bubbly alcoholic beverage. Jimin smiles at you fondly before proceeding to pore everyone else a drink.

"Kim Seokjin, son of one of the most successful and richest surgeons in the world is working at a publishing company," Taehyung exclaims questionably raising an eyebrow at Jin. Jin clears his throat before nodding. "Yeah…I chose to do something different from my father." He says forcing a smile at Taehyung. Yoongi and Hoseok nod their head in a supportive manner at Jin’s response. “I thought you were going to become a doctor like the rest of your family. It’s so you to do something completely different though. Good luck with everything man.” Taehyung says raising his glass to Jin as he slouches on the couch he was sitting on. “Yeah, thanks Tae. Good luck with acting.” Jin beams at him, mimicking his actions of raising his glass in praise.

Jungkook watches you diligently as you watch the pair converse stiffly. “You have all worked hard. It’s time for you all to relax and enjoy yourselves.” Jungkook says as he accepts the champagne handed to him by Jimin with a slight nod of acknowledgement. Every movement he made screamed class and you were living for all of it. “That doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.” Yoongi jokes picking up his own glass placed in front of him. "Cheers," Taehyung exclaims as you all clank your glasses together. “To another night of endless drinking and bad decisions!” Hoseok suddenly adds, lightening the mood. You all glance at one another smiling and laughing before bringing your glasses to your lips, your eyes meet Jungkook’s again and you almost choke on your drink at the quick subtle wink sent your way.

It was an amateurish mistake getting drunk in front of famous and from what you heard ruthless millionaires or billionaires, you didn’t know nor did you really care. You just knew they were famous and educated bachelors from rich families that really liked to spend their money and spent a lot of their time doing stupid and illegal shit. From what started off as a tense and almost death binding situation became a rather enjoyable and interesting environment as Jungkook poured you drink after drink. Jin and his girlfriend ended up getting lost into a card game against Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin. While you became undeniably drunk off the expensive champagne Jungkook was pouring you and off of Jungkook himself. It wasn't just the drinks that you got you tipsy it was the way he smiles, touched and kissed you.

Only a few people can kiss a dangerous mafia member and live to tell the tale. Jungkook’s touches set your skin ablaze as he runs his tongue around your parted lips. You wanted to have him to yourself at that very moment and no one could convince you otherwise. Your grip on his blazer tightens as sees how much you want him with his onyx eyes. He cockily presses you impossibly closer against him. You release a shaky sigh at the feeling of his masculine physique that he was hiding under his clothes. You glance down at his chest, spotting tattoos hidden underneath his white faintly transparent dress shirt. There was no doubt in Jungkook's mind that you were his next motivation. He had to claim you tonight. He had to be the one to leave marks on your gorgeous skin and possibly if he felt like the part killing you.

It was a blur…how Jungkook ended up tongue deep into your mouth, ring covered cool fingers caressing your exposed thigh, as he pulls you impossibly close to his body causing goose bumps to appear on your skin and a shudder run down your spine. You drown in his scent and touch. It was electrifying. You were drowning in the scent of expensive cologne and the silky feeling of his lavish fabric. He pulls you flush against him, your hands running through his silky locks, he detaches himself from your lips temporarily to run sloppy kisses along the side of jaw and neck. A silent moan escapes past your lips and it was game over. Jungkook bites down onto your earlobe, making you automatically grip onto his shoulder tightly in response. You are breathing heavily against him as he swirls his sinful tongue around the side of your neck and the skin just behind your ear. "J-Jungkook." You weren't this type of person. The type to kiss a stranger you had just met in a club. The type to get so drunk you couldn't think or walk straight. The type to want to someone to claim you right in the middle of people filled VIP room. Jungkook was exhilarating in everything that he did to your body. The fear of him being a dangerous gang member leaving your thoughts the moment he touched you and laid eyes on you.

“Have you ever seen a matte black Lamborghini before baby?” He whispers in your ear and you shake your head ‘No.’ While biting onto your bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to hold back your erotic moans from escaping. “Do you wanna fuck in one?" Your eyes widened in shock, as he moves his hand to cup your heat. You glance at the people in the room with you completely stunned and horrified by what he was doing to you in a room full of people. The others are completely immersed in their card game that they have completely dismissed both you and Jungkook’s presence. You stiffen up as Jungkook, slides your underwear to the side without anyone noticing. Panting heavily against him, you grasp in hand in a pathetic attempt to still him which becomes futile after working magic against your sensitive nub. "Wait there's people-ah!" You tremble against him as he works you past the breaking point. "Do you wanna fuck in one or not babe? Just so you know I won’t be taking no for an answer." Jungkook growls as he sucks onto the side of your neck. "I might just have to pick you up and take you against your will." He groans as he rubs against you at a harder and faster pace than he was working you before. "W-Why bother asking me t-then?” You pant and moan as Jungkook teasingly kisses you on the side of your mouth, making you release another wanton moan. "What was that sweetheart? I couldn't hear past your sexy moans?" He teasingly whispers against your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. He smirks before biting your neck. “J-Just,” His teeth gently tugging on the skin with his teeth. "Show me your fucking car."

“Right this way, Princess.”

Jungkook wraps his large hand around your frail trembling one. “I’m not afraid anymore. I want this. I want him.” You chant in your head as Jungkook leans in for another passionate kiss against your now swollen lips. You kiss him back eagerly and without a second thought and Jungkook pulls you swiftly back up to your feet. You both continue to kiss and Jungkook begins to walk you backwards until your back makes contact with a wall in the booth. The cool wall against your warm skin makes you shiver and Jungkook admires your trembling with penetrating dark hooded eyes. You feel fire burn in your stomach as his large greedy hands grope your ass. “You…are… so fucking… addicting.” He harshly whispers between kisses and you smile against his lips. Feeling more self-confident than before. It must be the expensive liquor he was compelling you to consume. “You are not so bad yourself.” You whisper, breaking the intoxicating kiss to look him square in the eyes. Jungkook feels his heart pound against his chest as you adorably smile up at him.

“You’re fascinating you know that?” He unconsciously smiles back down at you with genuine appreciation. He hasn’t felt so content in having someone against him the way you are with him now. He feels adoration for you swell up in his cold heart, filling it with a new sense of warmth he has never felt before. Your heart hammers in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. “No. not really but there is one thing I know for sure right now and it’s that I want you so…so fucking bad.” You mutter quietly before pressing your lips firmly against his lips once again. You were never this bold. Never. It must have been the alcohol talking and dangerously revealing your hidden desires. Jungkook is the one this time to form a satisfied smile against your lips as his hands move up from your butt to grip your hips tightly instead. Your anxiety wasn’t there to ruin your night for the first time in a long time and you feel yourself craving him more and more.

Jimin watches the two of you silently from the corner of his eyes with a slight twinge of jealousy. Taehyung, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok and your best friend are too caught up in their card game to notice what was escalating between you and Jungkook. Jimin, however, was watching the entire thing. Jimin silently averts his gaze back to the game but from the corner of his eye again, he sees Jungkook eagerly pulling you out of the room. “Come on it’s your turn chim chim! Stop getting distracted!” Taehyung exclaims clearly intoxicated and without saying anything Jimin focuses back to his game. “You okay? You look kind of out of it.” Yoongi whispers leaning towards Jimin. "Couldn't be better," Jimin assures him as he glances down at the cards sprawled out in his hands. “H-Hey w-where is…where’s…” Jin murmurs without anyone really noticing or paying attention.

“Where’s (Y/n)?”

With every step, you both take, you felt fire ignite in your belly. The hungry and jealous stares being directed your way which would normally make you feel self-conscious and intimidated made you feel empowered instead. Bodies grind on you as you and Jungkook try to squeeze out of the busy and jam-packed club. You ignore the endless murmurs and glares sent your way and Jungkook turns back to glance at you. When your eyes meet, your heart accelerates at the adrenaline of emotions swerving through your veins. His hands tighten and you feel oddly safe at that very moment. The anticipation of what was going to happen once you both leave Full Moon made you nervous. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you before tugging his lip into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. You could care less about the jealous and nosy people around you. All you wanted was to be with Jungkook. Jungkook smirks down at you sexily before lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

“I can’t wait to leave this place and get my fucking hands on you. You have no idea how good I’m going to please you tonight baby girl.”

You bite back another lewd moaning from escaping past your swollen lips as you grip onto Jungkook’s shoulder roughly. “Jungkook please don’t stop!” You cry out in ecstasy as he slides his rough fingers in and out of your heat. You are both pressed up against his Lambo too preoccupied with pleasing each other to actually get into the vehicle. "You like that?" Jungkook asks smirking, as he peppers sensual kisses against the side of your neck and collarbones as he curls his fingers inside you to hit your g-stop. You moan loudly in response, feeling tears form at the corner of your eyes from the pleasure he was giving you. “You like that?” He asks again a suggestive smirk form on his lips as he moves his head back to observe your pleasured expression from a better angle. You glance down at him with an expression of complete ecstasy written all over your face. He grins in satisfaction knowing he was the cause of your pleasure. Another loud moan escapes you before you finally realise you were both in a very public location. Your eyes widen as you glance around the parking lot, praying and hoping that no one sees the nasty shit that the both of you were doing in public. “J-Jungkook let’s just get into the car!” You exclaim curling your fingers in his hair as he sucks more marks on the side of your neck. “But it’s so nice out tonight. You see how pretty that full moon is babe?” He teasingly whispers onto your skin, making you shudder as warm breath cascades over your sensitive skin just under your ear. He places his hot tongue flat against your neck licking another stripe up your neck, loving the way your pulse throbbed speedily beneath his tongue. You shut your eyes as you felt your heart rate increase from what he was doing to you and the fear of being caught.

"Jungkook p-people c-can see…us. L-Let's just go to your place!" You mutter between moans as he pumps his fingers a tiny bit harder and faster. “Hm, but I asked you a question babe?” He begins to unbutton the top of your collared white shirt with one hand as you shake against him from the pleasure he was making you feel. You hear a group of people laughing as they walk into the parking lot. Your eyes widen in fear as you tighten your hold on him. If they turn around they could easily see you and Jungkook. Jungkook dismisses them completely and continues his torture to your heat. “J-Jungkook there’s people baby there’s people-AH!” You cry out as his thumb presses onto your clit with the right amount of pressure and he begins to do circular motions making your body jolt with added pleasure. “Don't pay attention to anything else but me baby." He orders you while removing his hands off your shirt buttons temporarily to grip your chin between his fingers tightly forcing you to look at him. Just by pure luck, the bass dropped inside the club, successfully muffling your moans from being heard by the group. You scream in bliss as he begins to pump his fingers harder in and out of you. “You didn't answer me yet, baby, do you like what I'm doing to you or not?” He asks you seductively before sucking hickeys on the top of breast peeking out from your bra, as his fingers work to unbutton the rest of your shirt with his free hand that was previously holding your chin.

“Yes! I like it so fucking much.” You exclaim, threading your fingers through his sleek dark brown hair once again. Jungkook hums in appreciation to your response, before tugging your shirt out of your pencil skirt. You release his hair temporarily, as he pulls fingers out of your heat and you sigh in displeasure when you clench around nothing. Jungkook detaches himself from you to throw your shirt into the front seat of his vehicle. It took only a more few seconds to have Jungkook, sliding two fingers back into your heat eagerly. The people leave without noticing the both of you and you moan even louder as he begins to pump his fingers in and out at a rapidly fast pace. “AH!! DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP!” You cry out as you grip on his shoulder tightly. “You should see how fucking filthy you look right now. You look so fucking hot baby.” He murmurs sexily, before adding a third finger and increasing his pace. “I’m so close!” You shout in pleasure. “Yeah? Cum for me then babe.” He urges as he continues to suck hickeys on top of your chest and breasts. You cry out in pleasure, as you tremble against him uncontrollably. Your release hitting you harder than it ever has before. You pant against him as your eyes roll back and he looks at down at you with such passion that you felt fire swimming through your veins. You come around his fingers as he works out of your first orgasm. He smiles against your skin, before peppering one final kiss on your neck. Your mind is in a daze as he pulls his soaked fingers out of you slowly before reaching for the car handle. You hear a click before the butterfly car door of the luxury matte back Lamborghini swings upwards.

“Get in.”

So far up to this point of the night and you were getting to know Jungkook. Your first impression of him made you think that he wasn’t so bad. That was until he drove his Lambo that is. You grip onto the car handles for your dear life as he speeds through red lights, making the matte black Lamborghini fly through the city like crazy. The Lambo lit a profound purple colour on the inside, making his already gorgeous side profile look even more dashing alongside the illuminated lights. You hold your shirt to your chest with your free hand to cover yourself. Your eyes are blown wide as your breathlessly gasping for air in terror. “J-Jungkook… d-don’t you think you’re going a bit um fast?” You timidly question him as you keep your eyes glued to the road. Jungkook smirks watching you from his peripheral vision as he holds the leather steering wheel with one hand only. "Don't tell me that your scared baby girl? I thought you were fiercer than that." The engine shrieks as he presses onto the accelerator even harder, practically slamming his entire right foot against the pedal. Your breath hitches in your throat from shock as your back hit the seats from the sudden escalation of speed and he chuckles quietly to himself at your cute response. The wind from the cool night blows your hair back and you shiver from both fright and excitement as he flashes down on the high way. “No…Of course not.” You meekly reply as your grip on the side handle tightens. He smirks at you before changing lanes back and forth like he’s in a game of GTA to beat the traffic. He drives with well-defined skill and without any sense of restraint.

"Hm. You make such an exquisite face when you're scared (Y/n). It's truly intriguing " He says turning his head to face you briefly. You feel your heart skip a beat when your eyes meet his confident and assured ones. "I trust you.” You say beaming up at him and Jungkook is almost taken aback by your genuine response. “I’m the last person you should trust sweetheart.” Your smile leaves him so flustered that he resorts to rolling down his window to get some of the fresh late night air to cool down his flushed cheeks. “Maybe so, but I still want to trust you anyway.” You say gingerly as you take in his gorgeous features, momentarily dismissing the rapid speed his vehicle was going. “You honestly say the most absurd shit.” The adrenaline kicking makes you release the handle and enjoy the fast ride. “I don’t really mind it.” Jungkook smiles as he continues to speed through the city, the ride now becoming enjoyable as you laugh at the overwhelming feelings of attraction overshadowing your fear.

Jungkook looked absolutely stunning, as the wind blows through his chestnut silky parted hair, displaying his forehead. His face is displaying self-assurance and contentment as he drives his luxury car haphazardly. You couldn’t help but watch him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was so entertaining and assertive that you felt kind of jealous of him. He remained confident in himself. He had everything in his personality that you were lacking. You didn't know if the self-love and confidence he displayed were his true feelings or if he was faking it all. He was just so good at everything he did. That he made you instantly fall head over heels for him. Jungkook senses your gaze and looks at you smiling from ear to ear. Your eyes widen slightly before you are plastering on a fake smile that is futile and does little to nothing to hide your deepest feelings of self-hatred. Jungkook’s smile almost instantly vanishes at your lifeless gaze. He sees through your disguise and places the hand that was resting on his thigh onto the top of your head. Your eyes widen in shock at the comforting pat to your head. “If you’re gonna be lost in thought, can it at least be of me fucking your fucking brains out tonight when we get back to my place.”

You feel heat rush to your core at his response. He smirks as you flush under his heated gaze. "How much longer?" You ask turning your head to look out of the window in embarrassment. "Not very long at all baby. Not very long.” He says making an exit out of the highway into a path that seemed to be heading to the middle of nowhere. "Jungkook?" You turn to face him in slight fear. Could he be kidnapping you? Was he going to kill you and hide your dead body in the middle of nowhere? Countless merciless thoughts consume your attention, making Jungkook chuckle at your moment of panic. "Don't panic just yet baby girl," Jungkook smirks at you before motioning for you to look in front of you. "We're here." Your eyes widen in shock at the enormous mansion in front of you. "Welcome to the Jeon residence (L/N) (Y/N)," Jungkook says coolly as you star struck over the most gorgeous house you ever laid eyes upon. "T-This is your place?" You frantically ask Jungkook, as he reaches out of his car window to press a button. "Yeah well, it's one of them," Jungkook answers you with a sly wink. Your mouth falls agape at his response.

How many properties like this does he own? Can you make this much money selling drugs?

“This is the Jeon residence. Who do we have the pleasure of conversing with?” A voice speaks from the intercom. Your attention still being on the house made you jump a little at the sudden voice coming out of nowhere from the intercom.

“It’s me. Open the gate.” Jungkook says strictly as he straightens up in his seat. "Welcome back Master. Right away." The voice says before the gold-plated gate opens quickly. You watch the gate make a path and Jungkook bites back smile at the flabbergasted expression on your face. As soon as Jungkook speeds to the front of the mansion, there’s a chauffeur waiting for him at the front who opens the door for elegantly, before catching Jungkook’s car keys frantically after Jungkook threw them at him carelessly not even bothering to look where they land. "Park it next to the Bentley," Jungkook says casually before the chauffeur bows in response. "This house is way too big! T-This is actually a fucking mansion! Wait- you live here alone?” You question him hurriedly in amazement while taking the whole house in of its glory. Jungkook chuckles, before intertwining your hands together. “I actually live here with my Family.” The sudden skin to skin contact leaves you flushing in embarrassment and you are quick to tighten your hold onto his hand, fingers threaded together. You both maintain eye contact while his lips tug up on the side into a strikingly handsome smirk. “I wouldn’t want you running away or getting lost.” He says placing an affectionate kiss to the back of your palm. "I wouldn’t even dream of running away.” You chuckle feeling butterflies form in your stomach at the fondness and attention he was giving you. You feel yourself throb for him as the heat of your first intense orgasm lingers, his eyes darken faintly as he tightens his grip on your hand.

“Oh, after you figure out what I’m going to do to you, you might.” He says casually before flashing you a dazzling smile with a wink. You bite onto your bottom lip in anticipation as he opens the front door. “After you.” He says assertively, gesturing you politely to take a step inside the mansion. The massive front doors creak open and you nod timidly before taking a vigilant step through the front door and what it revealed inside left you even more dumbfounded than you were before. “Welcome back Master!” a room full of servants greet the two of while bowing in perfect sync and order. They all looked extremely timid and stiff as they present themselves with cautiousness and well-mannered demeanour in front of Jungkook. Jungkook doesn’t even glance or acknowledge the attentive staff before waving them away. "Leave us be," Jungkook says firmly making them all nod their heads quickly and scatter off in all kinds of different directions after bowing again elegantly, trying their hardest to get away from Jungkook’s presence as fast as physically possible.

“Wow…So all these people serve you?” You ask him, as he leads up the long flight of marble stairs. "Yes, baby girl. They all work for me and my family.” He shrugs indifferently, making you raise an eyebrow in response. “That’s crazy. I can’t imagine having that much people serving me.”

"Oh, I'll serve you so good baby girl. So good, that you won’t be needing anybody else.” He says with a husky voice so enticingly erotic, you feel every fibre in your body jump in expectation. He detaches himself from you before roughly pushing you inside a massive room which must have belonged to him once you both reach the top of the stairs. You scream with a start at the sudden rough push to your body. Your fingers detach from his instantly as you stagger into his large room. Jungkook watches you stumble into the room making him sneer maliciously in response. Trying your best to keep your balance in your heels. Immediately you got the bad boy vibe from how he carried himself and his persona. You quickly glance around the luxurious room and you almost gasp at the expensive interior and spacious size. The room practically screamed Jungkook from its dark colour coordination to his rich feeling silk sheets. It had a walk-in closet, a balcony, a bathroom, game machinery that look like they belong in an arcade, a gym and many more completely extra shit. You spot large monitors on the side of his room with gaming headsets. “This is your room? It’s a separate house in itself." You mutter as you turn your body to face Jungkook. He loosens his collared shirt as he bites his bottom lip while walking through his doorway. “Yeah. It’s pretty impressive.” He checks you out from head to toe and is quick to be back by your side. You instantly notice his change in persona, the polite and attentive Jungkook now nowhere to be seen. He holds your chin turning you to face him and pulls you into another breathtaking kiss that leaves you feeling weak in the knees. His hold on your body is strong and secure as he holds you upright.

The shirt that was flimsily placed back on you gets instantly ripped off, as his rough fingers make contact with the bottom of it. You swore you heard a rip coming from the material, but you couldn’t care less at that very moment. Jungkook’s desirous hands grope and glide across every curve of your body. His kisses were intoxicatingly breath-taking and experienced. “Why am I not getting sick of kissing you?” He teasingly whispers as he walks you back, pressing you against his large pool table. “I wonder.” You murmur in response sending him a playful smile before you both pull apart briefly and you practically rip off his expensive vest and dress shirt. He smirks at your enthusiasm and lets you undress him keenly. Your eyes widen in shock at the rock hard abs and honey coloured skin he was hiding underneath, with even more sexy tattoos sprawled across his sides and chest. Your unbelievably needy at this point and Jungkook smirks down at you so erotically that your breath hitches in your chest at his attractiveness. This guy was oozing with so much sex appeal that it was insane. “Please just take me.” You murmur in desperation and Jungkook chuckles before unbuckling his belt. "Oh, I will." He murmurs as tenses his body to accentuate his lean muscles.

“Like what you see baby?” He growls, pushing your body even harder against the cold hardwood of his table, as he drowns in your scent and soft flesh overwhelming his senses completely. You nod your head sternly, your eyes staying glued to his rock hard abs and honey skin. “Yeah? Cause I know I do. Damn.” He says placing wet kisses down your neck retracing his previous steps and admiring his marks that he left on your skin at the carpark. Your chest rises and falls with every deep breath you take and Jungkook admires that. You gulp in anticipation as his rough fingers glide over your bra strap, slowly moving the fabric down and he continues his sensual kisses onto the newly exposed skin. Your fingers run through his hair as you take in every single one of Jungkook’s actions, trying to lock them deep into your memory. Jungkook sucks another hickey before practically ripping your bra off of you.

You hear a soft “fuck” leaving his lips as he takes in your breasts, before latching onto your left nipple. You moan out loud in both pain and pleasure while your hands grab at his tattooed arms. As he sucks and tugs onto your delicate flesh and nipple his hands grasp both your breasts squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. Making your back arch off the table. He gives the right nipple the same attention as the left before one of his hands slides down your body teasingly. “You are so good at this!” You screech as he makes contact with your swollen clit. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He replies teasingly, keeping eye contact with you as he slides pencil skirts zipper down painstakingly slow. “Please hurry up Jungkook.” You groan at his deliberate slow pace which makes him smile friskily down at you in response. Usually, this sort of response from a woman sent him haywire. He did not like people rushing him or commanding him in any shape or form but Jungkook didn’t really seem to mind it coming from you.

“I just want to take my time undressing you while admiring your beauty.” Your whole body flushes at his sly comment and you mentally curse him for always knowing what to say to get you riled up. Once it hits the floor, you push Jungkook off of you with as much force as you could muster, knowing he was much stronger than you. He barely moves back an inch at the force of your push but for your sake moves back anyway watching you with slight confusion perceptible in his dark onyx eyes. You smirk up at him coyly before falling down onto your knees in front of him. His confusion is quickly wiped away by an assertive smile and he threads his rough fingers through your hair instantly when he realises what you were up to. You can see him through his dress pants and he watches you in a mixture of both complete disbelief and amusement. You look up at him as if you were asking for permission and he nods his head impatiently in response, his fingers threading into your hair harsher and you smile at the suggestive tug to your locks, hands reaching to pull down his zipper. His pants fall to the ground quickly without anything there to hold the trousers on his amazing body.

You bite back a gasp at how big and hard he looked through his underwear. The outline of his length protruding and thick as well as how defined and muscular his thighs were. “Shit…” You mutter before feeling him over his underwear. “I think I’m the one with the better view here between the two of us.” Jungkook sheepishly murmurs, his eyes hooded as he peers down at you. Admiring you just in your underwear with your breast bare. “We’ll see about that.” You mutter looking up at him through your lashes, before tugging his underwear down and you move your head back quickly to avoid being hit in the face by his impressively large and thick cock. You hum in pleasure at the size and he ushers you with a suggestive smile to take him in your mouth.

“Come on baby girl…give it a taste.” Jungkook guides you while threading his fingers through your locks once again, completely messing up your hair but keeping your hair from falling onto your gorgeous face. “Gladly.” You whisper, before placing a kitten lick to his leaking tip. It had been so long since you got laid that you felt the excitement as you lick a slow long stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. "F-Fuck." Jungkook moans, tightening his grip on your hair. "Take your panties off baby girl and pleasure yourself while you suck my cock.” You immediately obey sliding off your panties, before licking your fingers and circling your clit while simultaneously sucking his large cock. “Just like that baby…” Jungkook growls as you bob your head faster while hallowing your cheeks to suck even harder. “Take me into your mouth. Just like that.” You moan with a cock filled mouth and Jungkook forces you harder onto his shaft, making his tip brush against the back of your throat.

You groan at the force but try your best to not gag around his dick as he practically begins to face fuck your mouth. Your mascara and eyeliner begin to smudge at the corner of your eyes as the tears begin to pour down your face. Leaving a trail of streak marks as you keep one hand against his pelvis to steady yourself as your other hand stills against your clit, too focused on pleasing him instead and not gagging. “Keep touching yourself baby girl.” He orders as he slows down his pace, keeping his cock buried into your mouth. You hum in response as you begin to move your fingers hastily on your clit. Bringing yourself close to your second release of the night. Jungkook sees you panting and twitching and is quick to wrap his hand roughly around you locks before tugging you hard by the hair to pull you off his dick. You cry out in pain and he smirks down at you in response. Completely disregarding your disappointed look on your face from being stripped away from another orgasm. His eyes are following the trickle of saliva running down your chin and dripping onto your bare hickey covered breasts.

“I told you to pleasure yourself but I never said to make yourself cum. I’ll be the one make to you cum. You got that?” He strictly pronounces without any hint of playfulness in his lust filled eyes and you nod quickly not wanting to test his patience’s and letting him pull you back up to your feet by your hair. “I’m going to fuck you all night long and you’re going to let me.” You nod enthusiastically and he releases your hair to instead bend slightly to throw you over his shoulder like a rag doll. You cry out in fear as your body dangles on his shoulder. He smacks your ass hard before walking over to his large bed. He throws you onto his mattress and watches your body bounce up and down. Your hands feel at his silky expensive sheets and he smirks down at you before pulling off his Rolex watch and tossing it off to the side somewhere. You maintain eye contact with and him as he walks over to the edge of the bed. His cock standing tall as he grasps onto your feet before pulling your body down to the edge of his bed and slipping off your black heels.

“Let me fucking taste you baby.” Your breath hitches in your throat as drops onto his knees. “You are fucking glistening so beautifully.” He teasingly states as he looks up at you holding your gaze. Your chests rise and fall in anticipation as he bends down to lick a stripe up your heat, his tongue brushing onto your clit. Your back arches off the bed and he smirks before continuing to eat you out like he was a starved animal. Moan after moan leaves you as you grab at his sheets, clutching them tightly. The pleasure causing tears to well up in your eyes once again, making your eye make-up smear even more. “Jungkook!!” You scream his name like a mantra and he lives for every second of it. “That’s it. Say my name.” You cry out in pleasure and he growls in response doubling his efforts before sliding two fingers back into your dripping entrance. He rushes you into your second orgasm of the night embarrassingly quickly and he watches you tremble and shudder against his now drenched sheets. You continue to twitch and exhale in pleasure as he works you out of your high.

“Look at the fucking mess you made.” He chuckles, his chin and lips covered in your juices and you flush at his comment. Your eyes snap open at his comment and you quickly lift yourself up against his mattress onto your elbows. You stare down at him and the mess you made mortified. “I-I’ve never d-done that before.” You shyly murmur and he chuckles bending down to lick up the rest of your release before kissing his way up your body sensually. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot. I am going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before baby. I’ll give you a taste of what it’s to be with me…but first taste how fucking amazing you taste on my tongue.” He pushes his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and you let him kiss you like no tomorrow. The kiss continues to get heated and you let your tongues collide together again and again. “Jungkook please…please fuck me.” You practically beg once he pulls away slightly. Leaving only a short distance between the two of you. “Please Jungkook,” You look up at him with lust filled eyes and he growls in response.

“How badly do want it?” His curt questions leave you baffled and sexually frustrated. "So fucking bad…please, Jungkook, fuck me, baby, please-"

“Hm, I'm not really convinced." He hums, purposely brushing his rock hard cock against your dripping entrance. You clench around nothing and sigh in frustration. "I want you so fucking bad Jungkook, please I want you to fuck me all night with your big cock, I want you to fuck me hard and stretch me out, use me to get yourself off, I have never wanted to sleep with someone so bad, I want you to fuck my brains out as you promised me Jungkook please, please I want your cock inside me so bad baby-”

“You want me that badly? Well, I better give you what you want baby girl."

You almost gasp at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your dripping entrance. He watches you favourably and pushes just the tip of his length into you. You quickly clench onto him and moan out loud at the stretch. “F-Fuck you’re so big.” You cry out as he hastily pushes the rest of his thick and long cock in barely giving you time to adjust to his size. You feel yourself being stretched further than you have ever been stretched before. Your mouth falls open at the feeling and you both moan at the pleasant stretch. "And you're so fucking tight. What the fuck? When was the last time you’ve been fucked?” He questions you with a moan as he pulls his hip back before snapping them forward, essentially pounding his hard length back into you firmly and powerfully. It has honestly been a long time since the last time you have had sex and this was definitely giving you more pleasure than your fingers were. You release moan after moan as he continues to stick by his words and fuck your brains out.

He continues pulling his hips back and then thrusting back inside you hard with a satisfying husky groan. He has your back arching and your falling agape with every hard snap of his pelvis. You feel your body sucking him back up and deep inside, his length brushing against all the right places. He growls and grunts sexily as he continues to pound you into his mattress. “You take my cock so fucking well baby.” You reach your arms out to press against the headboard to give you some stability but your efforts become futile as he continues to pound into you faster and harder, hitting that one spot that drives you crazy every time. “Jungkook oh my god!” You moan breathlessly as shoves his whole length hard and deep inside you, stilling himself as you clench and unclench snugly around his length. Your whole body shaking at the pleasure you were feeling. “Jungkook…” You moan his name as you peer up at him with glistening tear-filled eyes. “Fuck baby.” He grunts while imprinting your face and exquisite pleasured expression into his mind as he starts to move his hips again. His large cock once again sliding against your walls wonderfully. Your wetness dripping out of your entrance soaking his sheets with every thrust.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He growls hovering over you, admiring the way your face contorts with pleasure with every snap of his pelvis. "Right t-there Jungkook! Fuck! Right there!" You chant as he grips your hips harder, pulling your body down to meet him halfway. The hard pounding to your g-spot leaves you seeing stars and you trembling again as your back arches off his bed and your sensitive nipples make contact with his solid hard chest. You knew you were going to be so sore after this and probably covered in bruises but you honestly didn’t care. He completely ruined you with his rough thrusts, bite marks and hickey covered skin. Not so secretly thought you were loving every second of it. He lets go of one of your hips to press his fingers against your swollen and abused clit.

"Y-You fuck me so well." You cry out as Jungkook continues to assault your g-spot. “Jungkook!” Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit and the sensation as you on cloud9 as he pounds into you faster. “J-Jungkook s-shit!” You scream in ecstasy as you tighten around his length feeling the familiar bubbling of your release approaching in your belly. He was stimulating you in every way possible. “I-I’m close! P-Please d-don’t stop!” You order him and he smirks down at you sexily. Sweat dripping down his forehead as he intertwines his fingers on your hip with your own. “I’m not planning on it.” You moan loudly, your high hitting you even harder than it has the first time he pushed you past your breaking point before. Jungkook removes his hand off your clit to wrap his fingers around your neck instead. Applying the right amount of pressure and slightly cutting off your airways. Your breath hitches in your throat and you never knew being choked was something that was going to turn you on as much as it did. “Look at you, you little filthy bitch. Taking my cock so fucking well.” He grunts choking you harder. You gasp and tighten around his length as your orgasm was quickly approaching. You silently scream in pleasure as you feel yourself being thrown over the edge once again. Your whole body shuddering at the overwhelming sensation. You release onto his sheets and lower stomach. “Fuck you did It again baby.” He grunts loving the way your face is contorting in pleasure. “So fucking hot.” He mutters as he watches you tremble and shake violently underneath him, tightening extremely tightly around his cock.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook exclaims as he releases into you, painting your walls. His seeds filling you up. He continues to ram his cock into you, successfully milking himself of his cum. You groan at the overstimulation of him thrusting into you and hitting your abused g-spot. “Jungkook stop please” You whimpered and he shushes you quietly in response. You flinch and twitch as he begins to rub your clit hard and fast. You scream in both discomfort and overstimulation. “J-Jungkook baby I can’t cum again!” You exclaim, feeling the familiar feeling of an orgasm arising in your belly. “Come, baby, just one more. Cum one more time for me.” Your scream as your last orgasm hits you. It does not hit you as hard as the rest of your orgasm of the night but it is enough to leave you with goosebumps and feeling so unbelievably pleasured. You both breathlessly stay in the same position trying to steady your breathing while still being connected and sweaty from the aftermath of a passionate night of love-fucking and rough fucking. You have a gut feeling that he's staring at you and your pleasantly surprised when you snap your eyes open to be greeted by his blissful and content smiling face. He stares at you silently. Chest falling and rising as he takes his fingers off your neck, relishing on the way your skin flushed after the intense love-making you both shared. He observes your completely wrecked form in delight. Loving the way his fingers on neck left a red mark and he moves his hands down your body keeping them locked against your hips instead. You stare up at him bashfully as he continues to observe you. You felt completely vulnerable and bare in front Jungkook as he makes no effort to move from his position even with his now limp dick still buried deep inside you filled with his cum. You couldn’t imagine how messy he made you. You felt only slightly self-conscious as he continues to gawk at you.

“That was… probably the best… sex… I’ve ever had.” You state chuckling between heavy intakes of air as he snorts softly at the comment. "Well, I'm glad because it was…supposed to be your last.” The last part of his sentence gets trapped in his head and he does not physically have the ability to say the words out loud. "Because It was what?" You ask smiling up at him and he shakes his head calmly returning your smile. "Because it was mine too." He says before bending down to capture your lips into another passionate kiss. Jungkook kisses you aggressively with every ounce of strength he had left. You were like a drug giving him energy as he felt the desire to take you all over again. His right hand moves slowly under the pillow next to you. You were completely immersed in the kiss to realise what he was doing. Jungkook's warm hand makes contact with the cool knife located under the pillow. His hand grasped it as he waits for the usual urge to slice your throat open. The kiss is progressing getting sloppier and intimate as your tongues dance against each other. Jungkook is baffled as he feels no motivation to kill you. He releases the knife, choosing to wrap his fingers into your soft locks once again instead. You moan into his mouth at the soft tug to your locks and you cup his face urging him to deepen the kiss. Jungkook sighs into your mouth in response. One of his hands sliding down your body sweaty body.

He breaks the kiss, eyes lingering onto your content fucked out expression. Even though your hair was a mess, your make up was ruined and smeared he swore he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life. No expensive car, no paycheck, no drugs could give the rush you gave him. He felt defeated by you in his own wicked game. The urge to kill you never arising in his heart for the first time in a long time. "Would you like to take a shower?" He whispers sensually brushing soothing circles over the skin by your hips with his thumb and you hum in response, eyes slimming into a radiant smile. "Are you going to join me in the shower?" You ask cheekily brushing your thumb against his cheek comfortingly, mimicking his motions on your hip. He smirks in response and places a quick peck on your neck, moving his hips back and pulling his length out of your heat. You both moan quietly at the feeling. You exhale in pleasure at the feeling of his cum leaking out of your entrance. "Of course I'm going to join you. It's my house after all. What kind of gentleman will I be if I do not fulfil my guests' wishes? Especially when she's this fucking fine." He purrs sexily raising an eyebrow at you making you sigh in desire at his suggestive response. "I don't think I can walk, to be honest. You really did live up to my expectations.” You utter sleepily, making him grin down at you. He moves to the side of the bed and picks up a phone placed on top of the bedside table. You watch him groggily and he glances at you before sending a cheeky wink your way, making you chuckle slightly, your greedy fingers gliding against his lean muscles.

“It’s me. I need a maid in here to change the sheets and bring in a pair of lady pyjamas in no less than five minutes.” Jungkook strictly orders on the phone before hanging up and placing it back on top of the bedside table. Your cheeks flush at his authoritarian attitude and the fact that the maids will know he slept with you and ruined his beautiful expensive sheets. He turns to back to you, smirking cockily at your embarrassed expression.

“Now about that shower.”

You fell onto the new fresh silky sheets on his bed completely wiped out and exhausted. You and Jungkook continued your sexual endeavours in the shower and he wasn't exactly an unfit person to get tired easily. It was so mortifying to know that ladies in his room could every single detail of what Jungkook was doing to you. It was hard keeping up with him but it was so damn worth it in the end. You feel your body ache everywhere and Jungkook chuckles and you feel his large bed dip as he plops down onto the bed beside you. "Tired baby?" He asks brazenly, making you hum in response. "You honestly never fully run out of energy do you?" You ask him not really expecting a proper answer. "Now that you mention it. I don't really think I do babe." He cheekily responds stroking your hair comfortingly. "Get some rest babe. I am a big sucker for morning sex." You flush at his words. “I could honestly fuck you all day and night.” His smirk never leaving his face. You hesitate to lean towards him, which would seem a little silly after being so intimate with him but you just didn't know if this a one-time thing and maybe he didn't see you as anything more than a typical one night stand. "Am I spending the night?" You ask cautiously and Jungkook's rested eyes fluttered open quickly after those words leave your lips. "Yeah. I don't want you going anywhere." He spoke sternly without any hint of hesitation which shocked you and himself secretly. He had never had anyone stay over before unless they were dead of course. The new side you were bringing out of him scared him deep down inside but he was so far gone for you that it seems to not matter anymore. He was becoming a little possessive in this sense though. "O-Okay."

You were beautiful even with your makeup gone and hair slightly damped after he dried it. Your skin glows and bloomed with his marks. His fingers twitched at his side as he felt an overwhelming desire to touch you and feel you again. "Come here." He ordered, lifting his sheets up slightly and you flush at the sight of his solid abs being exposed to your greedy eyes once again. Did he always sleep naked? You exhale quietly, feeling anxious as you slide across his bed, falling deep into the security of his strong arms.

“If Jeon Jungkook finds out were detectives were all going to fucking die tonight!”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you securely and your heart begins to pound against in your chest as Jin's previous words of warning begin to replay in your mind. You were pretty much sober now and fully aware of the position you were in. You look at Jungkook's face and sigh in relief when you noticed he was sound asleep. "This was wrong…so fucking wrong." The realisation of the situation started settling in and you feel your anxiety return on queue to mess with your ability to think rationally. "What the fuck have I done?" You whisper to yourself as you peer up at Jungkook's face in shame. You were completely overwhelmed by your reckless mistake.

Even though you felt strongly about Jungkook. It didn't change the fact that he was a drug dealer, part of a dangerous mafia group and possibility a murder. You were a detective. The complete opposite of him. You of all people should have known better than getting involved with someone like him, especially not intimately involved. You hear your phone vibrate in the corner of the room and you didn't realise that you had forgotten your bag in his Lamborghini the maids must have brought it up for you. You debated in your mind whether or not to sneak out or to just spend the night. You started thinking over your options and sneaking out without anyone noticing just didn't seem possible in a house full of servants. You were surely going to get caught. You make up your mind to just spend the night and leave in the morning. You hear your phone vibrate once again and you are now fully aware that someone is trying to contact you desperately. "Jin and (B/F/N) must be so worried about me". You thought to yourself as you slowly and discreetly untangle yourself from Jungkook's hold. He doesn't even as so much stir at your movements. You smile in relief that he was, in fact, a deep sleeper. You hold your breath as you tiptoe over to your bag placed against Jungkook's computer chair, silently pulling out your phone from the inside.

8 missed calls from Best Friend

5 missed calls from Jin

1 missed call from Kim Namjoon

You have several miss calls and texts messages from Jin and your best friend, along with a single missed call from Namjoon. You feel a bad feeling wash over you as you quickly begin to reply to your best friend’s texts messages. They have spammed you with how worried they were and how Jin was begging you come to the agency asap. Your eyes stay glued to Namjoon’s text message. He never contacts you this late unless it was something urgent. Your heart hammers in your chest as you unlock Namjoon’s message. Your fingers are trembling as you read his message your mind going haywire as you read through his long text message over and over again not believing what you were reading.

[Kim Namjoon]

3:35 am

Hey (Y/N) I'm sorry for contacting you this late at night but I got some leads on the case we are investigating. We found out that the killer is a guy in his early twenties. His father owns one of the most well-known mafia organisation in the world. They specialise in the illegal exportation of cocaine. He has killed multiple people throughout the years and some of his victims are not women. His last victim name was Scarlett Brooks, 22 years of age and she was last seen walking out of the club Full Moon last week Friday night around 12:30 am. We believe he goes by the name Jeon Jungkook. I have already contacted Jin and he is at the agency. I need you to get here as soon as possible. Once again sorry for contacting you so late.

You almost drop your phone in shock. You feel your chest grow cold in fear as tears well up in your eyes as you turn around hastily to glance back at Jungkook who was sleeping peacefully in his bed. He looks almost boyish as he snores quietly his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. Your chest aches as you fight back tears. Your mind going crazy as you hurriedly try to collect your thoughts. How Jungkook do those horrible things to those innocent women? You used to think you had a good understanding of people and their inner intentions. How could you have given a blind eye to someone as heartless and merciless as Jungkook? Maybe Namjoon was wrong? It was a possibility. A very low possibility but still a possibility. You reminiscence on the way he held you and kissed you. There was no way it could be Jungkook. You felt a panic attack begin to start and you try your best calm yourself. It can't be. It can’t be Jungkook. Please don’t be Jungkook. Not Jungkook. You didn't know if you were being rational or naïve. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking like a professional but instead, you happened to be wishfully thinking.

[You]

4:10 am: I’ll be right there.

You reply back to him with a curt reply, your hands trembling as you type the message which is supposed to be simple but because of your shaky hands, it takes longer than usual. Your phone vibrates again in your hands and you open Jin's text message, biting onto your bottom lip in unease. You bite onto the flesh unknowingly hard, causing the skin to break and blood to come dripping out. The iron taste of blood leaves an unpleasant flavour in your mouth as you open Jin's newest text.

[Jin]

4:12 am: I know that you are with him…Jimin saw you guys leaving together. I know you might not believe me but It's him (Y/N). Jungkook's the killer. That ruthless killer that decapitated and dismembered those women and men! Please tell me your safe.

[You]

4:12 am: I just saw Namjoon's text message. I'm sorry for the late reply! I'll meet you back at the agency ASAP.

You quickly snap a reply to Jin as you gather your clothes debating whether or not to catch an Uber home. Your phone percentage was exceptionally low and you mentally cringe at the red percentage displaying that you had 20% battery left. You look at your ripped blouse in agitation. How the fuck were you going to escape without being noticed? You leave the silk pyjama shirt on your body but you change back into your pencil giving up on finding your bra is this very dark room only being lightened by a little light from the full moon outside. You throw your PJ pants into your purse and flinch in shock at the sudden vibration coming from your phone. You glance at your home screen while placing your free hand over your racing heart.

[Jin]

4:15 am: THANK GOODNESS YOUR OKAY!? WHERE ARE YOU?? DO YOU NEED ME TO PICK YOU UP??

4:15 am: We were so worried about you

you have no idea.

4:15 am: I'm sorry for not paying enough attention

[You]

4:16 am: I'm okay Jin! I shouldn't have left the club and made you guys worry. I'm sorry. I'm okay though and I'll meet you back at the agency.

[Jin]

4:17 am: Okay but promise me you'll call me or message me if anything happens? Just please be safe and be smart. Message me as soon as you get here.

[You]

4:17 am: I will! See you soon!

[Jin]

4:17 am: See you! Remember to message me if anything happens!

Once that message sends, you are quick to place your phone back into your purse quietly, trying your best to make as little noise as possible. You exhale shakily as you try your best to calm your nerves. You felt confused and conflicted after thinking about everything that has happened tonight with Jungkook. It's not like you just liked him because of sex appeal. You peep at Jungkook quietly walking over to the edge of his bed. His beautiful sleeping face was being illuminated faintly by the moon. He was so gorgeous. You instantly jump out of your trance when his face contorts in discomfort. It was almost as if he was in some kind of pain as he releases a grunt in his sleep. His chest begins to rise and fall at a faster pace as he inhales and exhales faster. Was Jungkook having a nightmare?

"Please forgive me father…," Jungkook mumbles as he begins moving his head from side to side. You feel your heart drop instantly at the anguish in his expression. You knew he was hurting. "Please father…don't…don't hurt me." He chokes out, his body now trembling slightly. Sweats build upon his forehead and you couldn't tolerate watching him suffering any longer. "J-Jungkook…" You stutter quietly while brushing his fringe out of his eyes gently. Jungkook instantly captures your hand, making you flinch in shock at his sudden contact. Your heart races as you think he has woken up. He continues to snore peacefully making you exhale in relief. It was so wrong caring for your enemy but you couldn't help it. You were acting by your heart, not your mind.

Getting out of the Jeon's residence was a struggle and so astonishingly stressful. The maids almost seem stunned at your presence. As if they were expecting you to be dead. You feel a chill run down your spine at the thought. You almost felt dirty. Even though you have already showered you wanted to take another. You wanted to remove every trace of Jeon Jungkook on your body. You walk past a large gold-framed mirror in the hall of the mansion. Your eyes almost popping out of your head at the numerous hickeys covering your neck and chest. What the fuck is Namjoon going to think if I show up like this? They were so obvious and dark. There was no way in hell you could show up to the agency looking like this.

“Oh, it’s you (Y/N).”

You jump in fear at the familiar voice coming from close behind you. You look back horrified as Park Jimin stands there with a smug expression on his face. He is still wearing the delectable attire that he was wearing at the club. He looks at you up and down. You flush in embarrassment as the catcalls at the sight of your hickey covered skin. "Looks like you and Jungkook got along quite well last night." There was a hint of teasing his statement that left you feeling almost ashamed at your reckless behaviour. "What is it Jimin?" You rushed him with the question as you gulp, turning your head stiffly as you avert your gaze to the clock hanging up by the stairs. It was well past 5 am and you couldn't believe he was still up at this time. "Are you in a rush sweetheart?" Jimin answers your question with a question of his own as he smirks at you. "No. Not at all." You curtly reply, averting your gaze back to his and he chuckles quietly. His eyes roaming your dishevelled appearance.

"Did you just get here?" You ask politely and he nods his head in response. "Yeah, I thought I'd stop by and see if you were still alive." Your eyes widen in shock at his statement and he chuckles quietly, pushing his hands into his pants pockets leisurely. "Just kidding sweetheart. No need to give me that look." He looked a little tipsy as he gazes at you with a suggestive smile. His cologne and the smell of alcohol clouds your senses and he is loving every second of your timid attitude. "Do you like Jungkook?" His question catches you off guard and you nod bashfully in response not wanting to make anything worse for yourself. "Well, …that's a shame. I really wanted to leave with you and give you some good Park Jimin head. I ain't messing with Jungkook's girls though. He'd probably shoot me, but if you ever get tired of him, I'm here and more than willing enough to give you some good dick." Jimin smirks and removes one of his hands from his trousers to cup your face in the palm of his hand gently. You stiffen at the sudden contact before taking a quick step back, creating some distance between you and Jimin. "I'm sorry Jimin but I-I really um have to go." You say hastily before twisting on your heels and bolting down the stairs of the mansion. You feel almost breathless as you make your escape. Your legs still excoriatingly sore from Jungkook's intense fucking, leaving you to feel a little unsteady on your feet. You feel Jimin's eyes glued to your back, making you want to escape faster. Jimin watches you leave with a wide grin plastered on his face. His phone vibrating in his pocket only captures his attention briefly. He reaches into his pocket before pulling out his phone and clicking the answer button.

“Hey Taehyung …yeah I just made it to Jungkook’s and you won’t believe it. The girl is still alive. (Y/N) is still alive.”

“Is she now? Well if she is alive…it probably won’t be for long.” Taehyung’s statement leaves Jimin slightly baffled. “What do you mean?”

“She does not work for a publishing company. Hoseok did some research and apparently, she's a detective. You are not going to believe who she works for…" There is silence on the line now after Jimin registered the new given information.

“Who is it?”

“She works for Kim Namjoon.”

"Hey, you made it!" Jin exclaims as immediate relief washes over him and he races over to you when you push open the agencies door. It was now approximately two hours after you left the Jeon residence which was an actual pain in the ass to leave considering there was people guarding the gate and no one really wanted to wake up Jungkook to ask him for permission to allow you to leave. After about 30 minutes of back to back chitchat between you and the guards, you were allowed to leave. "Jin! I'm so sorry!" You sob running into his arms and he pats your back comfortingly. "Don't apologise! I'm just glad you're okay." You both pull back from the brief embrace, gazing at each other with a warm smile. "Thanks, Jin…I promise I'll make it up to you and (b/f/n)!" You murmur, feeling guilt wash over you. "No seriously it's okay! We're both just glad that you're safe-"

Jin’s words seem to be getting distance as you ponder on what Jungkook was doing right now. The whole Uber ride you couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook. It was like he was consuming you in every way possible and you couldn't shake the thought of him out of your head. You pondered if he has woken up yet and what he would think when he saw you missing. His presence lingers. Your muscles were sore and your heat was still aching. Memories of Jungkook staying imprinted in your mind and you secretly didn’t want to forget anything that has happened with Jungkook.

“(Y/N) you have arrived.” Namjoon’s stern voice echoes throughout the agencies entrance and you fix your posture immediately as soon as your in his presence. “I-I’m sorry for being late Mr Kim.” You apologise in a dejected tone as you place a hand against the side of your neck to cover a few marks left on your skin by Jungkook without being too obvious. Jin’s eyes widen in shock at the hickeys peeking out of your shirt. "We'll talk in here." Namjoon barely pays your timid attitude any mind as he ushers both you and Jin into his office. "You couldn't get yourself a turtleneck before you came?" Jin teasing whispers in your ear as you both follow behind Namjoon. "Shut up." You spat at him as he looks at you with a shit eating grin. "At least you're okay." He muttered patting you gently on the arm. "I have set up the evidence I've gathered on my pin board," Namjoon says while pointing towards his pinboard which was covered in articles, photos and papers. You feel your heartache painfully when your eyes land on a photograph of Jungkook on there.

"There is security footage of Brooks leaving full moon…she appears to be with Jeon Jungkook. Although the club refused to give us the actual footage there are numerous witnesses that have identified Jungkook as a potential suspect. I have also gathered some past articles on the Jeon family and their past criminal history doesn't look very good. I used to investigate this family and to be honest, I'm not very surprised that it's Jungkook."

The more Namjoon talks the more you feel the need to cry. Jin notices your expression falter under Namjoon's stern voice and he exhales inaudibly not being able to bare your hurt expression. "Jungkook took a few anatomy classes in College which makes sense on how he knows where to slice his victims and he was under arrest a couple of times in the past on several drug and assault charges but was released on bail every time. Even though, I'm positive that Jungkook is suspect we still need to interview a few close friends. This case is going to be one of the most difficult cases to deal with appropriately. The reason why I chose both of you as detectives for this case is that you are both experienced and smart enough to handle it. I have high hopes for the both of you. "

“Yes, sir.”

"At this point of the investigation, I am certain that Jungkook is the one killing all these women and men. What I need from you both now is to go home and get some rest up for the day and to come in tomorrow with a fresh start so we can come up with an appropriate and more efficient strategy on how we are going to handle this situation. You both look extremely exhausted and won't be able to work to the standard that I need from the both of you right now. Do not be late tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?" Namjoon's stern voice and face doesn't leave any room for disagreements. He peers at both you and Jin with the same serious and superior persona.

“Yes, sir!”

“You are both dismissed.”

"Father, why do you hate me so much?" Jungkook asks meekly as he lets his father beat him to a pulp. Blood gushing out from his nose and a bruise forming on both sides of his face. Jungkook is merely a child who was getting used to his father’s abuse. He cries as he tries to fend off his alcoholic father. “It’s all your fault…” His father mutters while hiccupping, as he swings his bottle of whisky at a terrified Jungkook who barely dodges the bottle. The glass shattering everywhere and slicing Jungkook’s skin on his arms and legs. “F-Father Please!”

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A SON!" His father shouts in resentment as he wobbles over to Jungkook, who tries to scramble away from but ends up cutting himself even further from the glass shattered on the ground. "It's because of you that she died. You were a murderer at birth. I fucking can't stand you. I fucking hate you."

Jungkook sits up on his bed waking up with a start. His chest heaving up and down as he inhales and exhales harshly. His heart racing in his chest as the built-up sweat on his forehead drips down the side of his face. He shuts his eyes grimacing from the sunlight streaking through his large window. "Fuck…it was just a dream." He murmurs to himself in relief as he steadies his breathing with a racing heart. Placing the palm of his hand over his eyes as they adjust to the daylight.

"Jungkook! You up man?" Jimin walks into Jungkook's room standing his door with a cup of coffee his hand. He smirks at the latter before leaning against the door frame while crossing his legs. "Jimin? What the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook asks barely acknowledging him as he stretches out his tense muscles. Jimin chuckles before taking a sip of the coffee in his hands. "Had a good night last night?" Jimin's questions make Jungkook recollect his memory. "(Y/n)." He glances down at the side of the bed, frowning when he finds it empty.

"If you're looking for (Y/n), she left early this morning. She was a complete mess when I saw her. I can imagine you had a good time last night…huh, Kooky?" Jimin says smirking at Jungkook who pulls up his covers, sliding out of the comfort of his bed. "What time did she leave?" Jungkook asks bending down and putting on some sweatpants. He was incredibly pissed that you had left without his knowledge. Jimin tenses his face as he thinks. "About 5 in the morning." Jungkook retraces his memory and his smile is unknowingly warm as he thinks about you and what you both experienced the night before. Jimin peers at Jungkook with a shocked expression on his face. Almost dropping his cup at the sight. Jungkook's smile was so sincere and radiant. Jimin was, in fact, witnessing right now one of the most genuine smiles he's ever seen coming from Jungkook in a very long time. "I didn't want to kill her…I didn't want her to leave me, to be honest with you." Jungkook mutters as a grin spreads across his lips. "I love seeing you this happy Jungkook…but I wouldn't be so fond of her just yet." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at Jimin as he sighs with unease. "There is something that Hoseok found out this morning about Jin and (Y/N)…and I don't really think you're going to like it." Jungkook stares at Jimin with hooded eyes. His jaw tightens as he grinds his teeth in thought. "Where's Hoseok?"

"He's downstairs eating breakfast with the rest of the crew."

"I actually liked Seokjin. It's honestly such a pity." Taehyung chuckles as he chews obnoxiously loud on his blueberry pancakes. "We were pretty close in college," Jimin says pouting slightly. "So how are you planning on killing them Jungkook?" Jungkook barely grazes his food as he stares at his plate lost for words. The whole table is tense and Jimin exhales in discomfort for what felt like the 10th time that morning. “I can’t believe they work for Namjoon of all people.” Yoongi murmurs after downing his glass of orange juice. “Yeah, Namjoon has been investigating the Jeon family for years. Wasn’t he the one to place both you and your dad in jail before? He’s a really good detective.” Taehyung murmurs as he continues to chew his food. “(Y/N) must be a good detective too if she’s working for him. Namjoon is a perfectionist.” Yoongi adds as he glances at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow. “If they didn’t work for Namjoon, Jungkook probably would of let them go…” Hoseok smirks as he stares at Jungkook, who glares back at him in response. “What are you gonna do Jungkook?”

Jungkook couldn't help but feel disappointed but he didn't really know what he was expecting from you anyway. Even if you didn't lie to him, why would someone like you want to be someone as messed up like him? Jungkook wanted you though and that was something he couldn't completely deny. "Don't tell me you got a little crush on the detective?" Yoongi mumbles playing with his breakfast. "Hey, she was hot though." Taehyung states chuckling which causes an irk of irritation to bubble in Jungkook. "Jungkook…don't forget that she works for Namjoon," Hoseok states as he observes Jungkook's conflicted appearance. "I know that." He mutters before abruptly standing onto his feet. "Hoseok give me a copy of her details. I'm going to handle her myself."

“Whatever you say, Bro.”

"Wow, Namjoon can be so scary sometimes," Jin mutters as he is driving you home. "I can't believe its Jungkook. I knew he was messed up but not that messed up. It was kind of awkward after you left the club with him. Jimin had this weird change in personality and the others just kept snorting cocaine and getting drunk. I'm honestly surprised they didn't die of alcohol poisoning." You glance out the car window not really in the mood to be talking about last night. "Let's just not talk about last night." You murmur resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "Okay…But I'm curious to know how you and Jungkook left together last night." Your breath hitches your throat at Jin's words. “Please...let’s just drop this conversation.” You murmur as you watch Jin glance down at your phone charging in his car.

"I think your phones vibrating (Y/N)," Jin says not taking his eyes off the road and you nod your head in response even though he couldn't see you. Someone was calling you on no caller id and you were praying it wasn't a scammer or something to annoy you even more than you already were at that very moment.

“Hello?”

"Hey, babe…I missed you this morning." Your eyes widen in shock at the sound of the familiar pet name and husky voice belonging to the very person that was occupying your thoughts.

"J-Jungkook?" You exclaim and Jin swerves on the road. "WHAT? JUNGKOOK? AS IN JEON JUNGKOOK!?" Jin exclaims and you glare at him while placing an index finger against your lip to shush him in response. "It's me, baby. It's so good hearing your voice. I'm getting hard just remembering you screaming my name over and over again last night…" Your face flushes at his shameless response and Jin looks at you mortified. You open and close your mouth not really knowing how to respond to his lewd comment. "I owe you a shirt and don’t forget that you owe me morning sex." Jungkook chuckles. Your fingers clench your phone harder in response. "I-I-Jungkook- Forget about the shirt and I-I don't really owe you anything…"

"Is something wrong (Y/N)? Is there a reason you left so hastily this morning?" The questions catches you even more off guard and when you don't reply he breaks the awkward silence with a chilling laugh. "I supposed you don't owe me morning sex but it really is a pity…I really wanted to get my hands on you and pleasure you past your breaking point just like how I did last night…I know you want me (Y/N) …However, it really is a shame that you do in fact owe me one important explanation…"

"Explanation? I-I don't know what you are talking about." You hurriedly say to him with your chest squeezing in agony. "Tsk, Tsk. Playing dumb now, are we? Oh, beautiful (Y/n). What am I going to do with you?" You gulp embarrassingly loudly as you ponder over his words. He didn’t know you were a detective? Did he?

Jin glances at you multiple times, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. You glance at Jin in distress. "Jungkook…H-How did you even get my number?" There is a slight pause on the line before he exhales in annoyance.

“Listen, I’ll be frank with you (Y/N). I know that both you and Jin lied to me last night. I just want you to know that you ought to be careful when playing in my wicked games…who will win I wonder?”

You feel your breathing become heavier as he sighs into the phone. "Be very careful baby girl. You shouldn't be messing with the wrong kind of people. It will be a shame if something bad was to happen to you. We wouldn't want you getting hurt now do we?"

You hang up abruptly. Your chest contorting painfully as become overcome with emotion. Jin is the first person to break the silence by clearing his throat. "So…you and Jungkook really did hook up last night?" You exhale quietly, in a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves before glancing at him gloomily.

"Yes, Jin…We hooked up."

The silence returns as Jin averts his gaze back on the road. You watch him silently as he presses his lips tightly together face looking like he was deep in thought. His index fingers tap lightly on the steering wheel as he puckers his lips. You knew that familiar cheeky expression on his face.

“So…” He starts glancing back at you with a not so discrete smirk forming on his handsome face. “Was he good at least?”

"KIM SEOKJIN!"

You have never felt so physically and mentally exhausted as you enter your home, nearly dropping dead asleep on the hard floor. First, you had endured everything that has happened with Jungkook and then has to survive Jin's teasing the whole drive home. You slept for a solid 3 hours before you were stirred awake from the ringing coming off your phone. You groan as you groggily search for your phone by tapping on your bed with your eyes closed. Once you made contact with it, you answered it without even bothering to look at the caller id. “Hello?” You sleepily respond, getting agitated by the silence coming from the other end.

“Hello-“

“Open your front door, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widened at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Your whole body jolting forward now fully awake. “Jungkook-“

You were interrupted by the sound of beeping. He had hung up on you. You grew tense as you debated whether or not to open your front door or contact someone for help. There was a subtle knock on the door which made you flinch in fear. You quietly crawled out of bed, rushing to your side table, opening the top drawer to grab your handgun which was fully loaded. You were trained for these sort of events. You crept towards your front door, holding your pistol in both hands. You were silently baffled by the absence of a shadow outside your front door. Your heart races as you felt the adrenaline kick in. Your grips on the door handle it tight and you say a quick prayer before swinging the door open and pointing your gun to nothing. You stood there with your hands trembling as you scan your surroundings completely bewildered at no one being in sight. You keep your gun in your hands as you step forward eyes landing on a single package in front of you. You peer at the package with suspicion as you read the note stuck on the front.

“I hope you like your new shirt baby girl. I had to get you only the finest of quality. Think of me.”

- Jeon Jungkook

The call with Jungkook leaves you feeling scared and exhausted. Only he could play with your emotions as much as he did. He even had the nerve to write ‘Think of me,’ at the end as if you weren’t thinking about him enough already. One minute he was making you drown in pleasure the next minute he leaves you sobbing in fear on your cold bathroom floor. Only a few hours after you got home a package came from Jungkook with a brand new designer dress shirt in your exact size. The shirt is branded and is something that you have never ever imagined yourself owning. Not only did he have your number, he knew where you lived as well. How he got his hands on this information makes you terrified.

“What the fuck are you playing at Jeon Jungkook?”

After the package came you decide to call Jin and let him know of the events that have happened tonight. Jin was apologetic, to say the least after informing you that he was at the hospital with his girlfriend who was experiencing immense pain in her abdomen and couldn't stay the night with you. You felt your heart race as you told him it was fine and that you were fine when you really weren't. Hanging up the phone you open your laptop instead, reading through every one of Jungkook's suspected murder cases. You felt a panic attack start to happen as you felt emotionally wrecked. The gruesome details of what he has done to his victims has you feeling nauseous. You weren't as terrified of the thought of Jungkook harming you as terrified as you were at the thought of yourself having some deep feelings for him. You almost felt emotionally attached to him and in a way, you haven't felt towards anyone else before.

"Am I spending the night?" You ask cautiously and Jungkook's rested eyes fluttered open quickly after those words leave your lips. "Yeah. I don't want you going anywhere."

Thoughts of Jungkook comes to you in waves as you retrace the places Jungkook kissed and caressed on your body. You are almost breathless as run your needy fingers over the parts of your body that showed attention which was almost every part of your body. You felt a familiar heat rush to your core and you tried your hardest to resist touching yourself at the thought of him pleasuring you. You exhale in shakily as you slide your fingers inside your shorts. Right before you could circle your clit there was a slight knock to at your door. You are startled when a knock at your door pulls you of your thoughts. You quickly remove your hand that was inside your shorts. Your thoughts become clouded as you swing your legs over the side of your bed. Your feet padded on the ground quietly as you make your way to the front door. It could be Jin and (B/F/N) but as your hand makes contact with the door handle and you pause in your tracks. What if it was Jungkook?

You are frantically rushing back to your room to grab your hand pistol when there is another knock at the door. Swallowing your fear you grasp onto your pistol with trembling hands. You hurriedly rush back to open the door, you point your gun at the persons face and you are wide-eyed at the sight of Jungkook standing leisurely at your front door wearing a suit. He is wearing an even fancier looking suit than last time, which looks absolutely dashing on him. He smirks when he sees your stern face. You almost falter at his gorgeous appearance. Your hands shaking at you point your gun at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" You question him breathlessly and Jungkook chuckles quietly. "I came to see you of course," Jungkook answers you with a laid-back demeanour, not even a little bit fazed by your gun is pointed at his face. "J-Jungkook…" You stammer as he steps forward. "You look just as inviting as the first night I met you," Jungkook says sighing quietly as his eyes roam your appearance. You weren’t wearing anything fancy. Just a t-shirt and a pair of comfortable short shorts that you wear to bed. You almost blush in embarrassment at how underdressed you were compared to his attire. "Absolutely gorgeous." You flush at his compliment your stern expression cracking as you falter under his intense gaze. "Leave here! Before I-I shoot you. I won’t hesitate to shoot." Your attempt at scaring him didn't seem to work as he chuckles again this time a little louder as he lunges towards you. You pull the trigger missing him as he lifts your hands above your head. Your eyes widen in shock at his speed. His hold on your arms begins to ache as he squeezes your flesh tightly.

"AH! Let go of me!" You cry out in pain as Jungkook walks you backwards, back into your home. He kicks your door close with his foot as he steps inside. Your hold on the gun becomes weak and Jungkook hits it out of your hands. You yelp in fear as you watch the handgun slide across your living room. "That's not how you greet someone baby girl." You struggle in his hold and Jungkook exhales in annoyance. "LET ME GO! YOU-YOU MURDER!" Your words make Jungkook heart twinge in pain and he glares at you with hooded eyes. His jaw tensing as he pushes you down onto your couch. "L-Let me go! Get off of me!" You screech, feeling warm tears slide down your cheeks. “Just leave me alone!”Jungkook's eyes widened at the sight of your tears, your face contorting in pain. His hold on your wrists loosens slightly as he stares at you dejectedly. "J-Jungkook…" You whisper as he moves his face closer to yours. You stare at him wide-eyed as the tears stop running down your face. "J-Jungkook what-" You watch his handsome face inch closer as the familiar smell of his cologne sets you surprisingly at ease. He shushes you and you watch him completely mesmerised as his thumb soothes the skin at your wrists that had a red mark on them from him squeezing your wrists too tightly.

"I'm sorry…" He whispers before pressing his lips to yours. It takes you a moment to realise that he was kissing you. You stop struggling altogether as you slowly close your eyes shut, completely immersing yourself into the kiss. His taste and the familiar sensation of his lips on your own has you seeing stars. You felt warmth rush to your heat and he deepens the kiss when he realises you weren't going to resist. He smiles against your lips and you feel your heart flutter at the action. When you both pull apart he peers at you with a surprising soft expression. You scan his face, taking in every single detail you possibly could and imprinting it into your mind. "(Y/N)…" The way he says your name makes you weak and you look up at him curiously. "Yes?" You whisper, unconsciously smiling as Jungkook intertwines his fingers with yours. He looks conflicted as he debates whether or not to continue with what he was about to say. You usher him on by tightening your hold on his hands. Jungkook looks down at you surprised by your actions and you force a small smile up at him in response.

"I-I think I'm in love with you." He confesses just above a whisper and you feel butterflies begin to form in your stomach as he presses another soft kiss to your temple. "I can't stop thinking about you…" He continues eyes taking in your appearance as you look up at him nervously. "I-I have done a lot of bad things in the past to both men and women. I know you know about everything that I have done and I am not mad at you for resenting me because of it…I thought about everything and I thought about you." His words make your eyes water as you let him continue quietly. "I-I love you. So I'm not going to hurt you…but I do need one favour from you." You raise an eyebrow at him confused by his words. Jungkook waits for you to respond and you ponder over his words feeling nervous over what that favour could be. "And what exactly would that favour be?" You ask trying your best not to stutter and he smiles down at you sorrowfully. His expression is similar to the one he was making when he was having a nightmare the night before and it was painful enough to make your heartbreak. "What is it Jungkook?" You ask quietly waiting patiently for him to respond. "I need you to be the one to kill me." Jungkook's words leave you speechless and you felt your heart constrict in your chest painfully. "W-What?" You ask praying that you heard him wrong.

"I don't see any other way around it (Y/N)…If I get caught by police I'll serve multiple life sentences, or get sentenced to death either way…I don't care if I die. I do not value my life but I value yours. I don't want you to lose your job and If I am going to die anyway I need you to be the one to kill me. Please (Y/N)…Kill me. Put me out of my misery. I don't want to hurt anymore."

You both stare at each other silently, you feel tears stream down your face as you untangle your hands from Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s eyes widen in shock and disappointment but that is quick to change as you wrap your arms around his neck instead. “Let’s just not talk about this right now…Just please kiss me Jungkook." You bring his face closer to yours and you passionately press your lips against his. His lips curl into a smile as he kisses you back with just as much passion. As you both continue to lip lock, your thoughts drift. Jungkook had everything. He was smart, good-looking, wealthy, practically good at everything he did and he even had lots of friends. Even people like him can be unhappy and that was a huge eye opener for you. You weren't the only one suffering, even people like Jungkook had their own fair share of problems. Pushing his past mistakes aside for the moment, all you wanted right now was the comfort and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him too. You despised yourself but it looks like Jungkook despised himself even more.

“Can I stay the night?” Jungkook whispers against your lips and you nod eagerly. “Please don’t go anywhere.” You whisper back before smiling up at him. “Stay with me.” Jungkook kisses you fervently, your tongues meeting and his hands run down your body. The familiarity of the situation makes you feel hot and anticipating eagerly for what’s to come. It was the same Jungkook just this time he was being more gentle. His hands slide up your shirt and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your bare breasts. “I want to put my arms around you. I want to hold you.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips as he kisses jaw and trails wet kisses down your neck. “Look at you. You look so pretty with my marks all over your body. Do you know you left scratches on my back too?” He smirks at the sight of the hickeys he left the night before. “Fuck…” Jungkook growls feeling his heart race as he retraces his steps and you want nothing more than to feel him buried inside you. “You left way too many marks, you idiot.” Jungkook chuckles sweetly and you grin down at him as he curls his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. “Lift your arms up beautiful.” You smile at his command and lift your hands up, so he could easily tug your shirt off your body. He groans at the sight of your naked chest. “I love everything about you.” Your nipples perky and breasts covered in his love bites. He is quick to latch onto your right nipple, his other hand grabbing and fondling with the other. You moan shamelessly loud as he gives the other the same attention. He is unfazed by your hands grabbing at his locks and he smirks against your chest. “Just like that baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

"Jungkook, please…I need you." Jungkook growls as he kisses his way to the waistband of your shorts. "F-Fuck… you're so fucking hot." He groans as he pulls both your shorts and panties off in one swift motion. You are laying there completely bare below him and his eyes filled with lust as you sit up to tug off his blazer and unbutton his white collared shirt. “What’s the rush sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles at your eagerness and helps you unbutton his shirt. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You flush under his intense gaze and he shrugs everything off besides his tie. You unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper of his dress pants and he stands up momentarily to tug his pants and underwear off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick and long length. You still can’t get over his size. He winks at you teasingly before tugging his shoes and socks off his feet. You tug him back down onto you with a pull to his tie and he bites his lips at your sexy appearance and actions. You make him sit on the couch as you straddle him keenly. Jungkook lets you push him down and he grabs your hips.

“Fuck baby are you going to ride me?” Jungkook smirks as you look up at him through your lashes. Your fingers are wrapped with his tie as you align him to your entrance with your other free hand. Your wetness starts coating Jungkook’s length and Jungkook groans at the feeling. “Are you sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Jungkook asks stroking a hand over your thigh. Making goose bumps appear on the skin he caresses. The offer was so tempting but you were in desperate need of his cock stretching you out more than anything. “No. I just really want your cock.” You teasingly murmur, causing Jungkook to bite down hard onto his bottom lip.“Fuck, take my cock baby. It’s all yours.” You pressed together chest to chest and you feel your sensitive nipples make contact with his strong muscular chest. You both moan loudly as you sink down on him. You take a moment to adjust to his size. The stretch is incredible. Jungkook peers at you with lust filled eyes.

“S-Shit.” Jungkook huskily moans as your mouth hangs open. He bites onto your neck and you hold onto his shoulders tightly. "You are so fucking tight." He groans throwing his head back as he holds your hips. "And you're so fucking big." You moan as you start to bounce. Jungkook eggs you on by meeting your hips with his thrusts from below. You feel his length stretching you out deliciously and Jungkook loves the way your sucking him right back up. You continue riding him sensually and Jungkook moans as you tighten around him surprising fast. "F-Fuck you feel so good." Jungkook groans and you nod your head as he meets your thrusts. You gyrate your hips as he hits your spot every single time. You feel your orgasm approaching and he uses his thumb to rub at your clit. You shudder and tremble as you become overwhelmed in familiar pleasure. “Fuck Jungkook!” You cry out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you hard. He holds you steady as you began to quiver uncontrollably in pleasure. Jungkook feels himself chase his own orgasm at the sight of your orgasm and he growls before pulling his length out of you and releasing all over your stomach. You both pant against each other. Your gaze locked on each other. You feel emotions build up in your chest as the adoration you already felt for him starts to grow.

You sit on top of him as you catch your breath. You watch Jungkook's chest rise and fall as he breathlessly chuckles. You smile down at him chuckling with him. Your hand still wrapped in his tie. Jungkook's grip on either side of your hips loosens as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm not gonna lie…" You say kissing Jungkook softly on his swollen lips. "I'm kind of liking this wicked game of yours. Even if it does end up killing me."

✎ to be continued ...

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the sea watcher (m)

▽ Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

▽ Genre: pirate!AU x witch!AU, smut, fluff

▽ Summary: They call the women of your kind “The Sea Watchers.” Born under the favor of the Gods, your kind was bestowed with the power to bend air and water to your will. And with that power, you are set on saving the lives of your brother and your lover, Jeon Jeongguk. Two years have passed since you last saw either of them but you kept your promise, you have waited for him to return and now, all that is left to find out is if he has waited for you too.

↳ alternatively: pirate Jeongguk with his cherry hair is a whole effing snack.

▽ Word Count: 16.812 words

▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, oral, semi-public sex.

Rocky cliffs of black and bottle green, a stretch of seemingly infinite turquoise sea and the sound of wind delicately embracing the island with its arms, is the place you call home far more often than the four sturdy walls assigned to you and your family.

It is, easily, the place you spend most of your days in, sitting next to the ancient turret in case rain decides to fall and you need a quick repair from it.

Today is no different. You seat at your usual spot on the lemon grass, facing the grandiosity of the Vast Sea shimmering under the intense orange light of the sunset.

The cliff is silent besides the sound of little waves colliding against the rocks, transported by the gentle breeze that seemingly tugs at your loose strands of air, stretching your lips into a pleased smile.

It is the end of a quiet day like many others and, as always, it is the best part of the day not because you have to leave your spot to favor the warmness of your home but rather because it is the end of your work day as well.

There had been a time when you were a kid and you used to spend your days just like this, sitting right next to your mother, waiting. But those days were much easier than the ones ahead of you now because back then if you closed your eyes for a little bit, if you got distracted for a minute or two, nothing would have happened. Now, the weight of the safety of your fellow citizens and the Island itself weighs on your inexperienced shoulders and even blinking for a second seems like a luxury you cannot indulge in.

There were times when you couldn’t wait to take your mother’s spot and make her proud and now, now you wish you could take her back to your side and live a little more like the girls of your age. You wish you could set a foot out of the Island, even for a single day but, of course, that is bound to remain a dream.

You are the last of your kind in Northern Claw and leaving it would mean forsaking every person you ever knew, it would mean abandoning them to a cruel fate they did not deserve and, despite your desires, you are not quite as selfish as it would take for you to leave. Of course, leaving had never been an option and it had always been a teenage dream you wouldn’t have any desire to follow if your loved ones hadn’t decided to embark, leaving you behind.

Sometimes you think of all the possibilities life would have held for you if you had been born in a different family, with a different body or rather, if you had born as a simple human like many others. These thoughts are the ones that keep you awake at night, torturing your hands in anxiety and, sometimes, despair. But then, when the sun is set again, you are reminded of the fact that you’re not alone, that many of your kind are out there, guarding their islands like you are with your own.

Every island in the White Coral Archipelago has a woman like you, protecting the coasts from the dangers held within the water and, one day, you will raise a little girl, just like you, to take over your position and fulfill her destiny. They call the women of your kind “The Sea Watchers.” Born under the favor of the Gods, your kind was bestowed with the power to bend air and water to your will and it’s that power, seeping through your bones, that has made you and your kind rare and indispensable for your people.

You heave out a sigh as the sun sinks deeper into the water, barely halfway through until night falls on the land.

Your insides twitch in anguish and your heart shrinks as you mark another black line into the rock beside you, signaling another day spent without your brother and his best friend — also known as the man you fell in love with when you were still a kid — by your side.

Many ships have returned after they left. You have helped countless of people to return to their families, you have saved so many lives but that happiness you have felt in those moments has always revealed to be fleeting when those you love the most are still away.

You sadly eye the water, the hope within your heart dissipating alongside with the light for you know, no ship will arrive now or before the sun is up again. Anyone knows better than to venture the Vast Sea at night and, despite your public opinions about your brother, his captain and the rest of the crew are not dumb enough to try and cross the sea when you aren’t there to help them.

The sea likes to claim its victims on their way back home and never when they are leaving for the feelings residing in the hearts of those who leave are never as strong as of those that make their return. In the hearts of those who leave there is often dread, sometimes excitement and maybe giddiness but when returning, oh, that’s when the hearts play the song of happiness and hope, pride and relief and it’s those feelings, functioning as a beacon, that lures the creatures that leave under the sea to surface and try to claim the power of human emotions as their own.

Being a sailor or a pirate is not an easy task and it is a path that isn’t chosen by many due to the risks of exploring the Seven Seas and find death somewhere far far away from home.

It is a difficult journey but it is a well-repaid one and many that weren’t born under the favor of the starts do seek it out, choosing to sacrifice their lives in order for their families to never struggle. It is a call, much like your own, and it is one made to prevent future generations from having to make the same choice.

Of course, there are some exceptions, there are those that choose the job for the thrill, the excitement, the adrenaline given by the danger. And one of those people is your brother, Jimin.

The offsprings of those born with magic are at the high end of the hierarchy in every Island and they are as close to nobility as they could possibly get. A token, as they would say, of protecting the land at a cost of a normal life.

It is a given, then, that your brother is one of those people. One of the few with the chance to never work a day in his life and still feel secure at the end of the month.

And yet, he chose the hardest path for himself, something that could give him all the emotions he so desperately wanted to feel while also making a name for himself. One that isn’t tied directly to yours.

Of course, a part of you understands him. You can’t always live in the shadow of someone else but, now, after two long years without seeing him, the hope for his return gets thinner every day.

There is this tiny voice inside of you telling you he is gone, forever, that the ship has sunk somewhere very far from your Island and that he’s never coming back. None of them are.

You get up on your feet as you watch the last rays of the sun kiss the cliff with their warming touch, succumbing to the evidence that today is just another fruitful day.

It is with that feeling that makes your heart sink within your chest that you take a look at the sea for what you thought to be the last time for the day. And it is only then that you notice a shadow in the middle of the sea, moving as fast as the wind concedes it to go, clearly aiming for the safety of the harbor.

Your heart starts hammering inside your chest, your mouth suddenly dry because you have never done this so late in the day where the light is little and the creatures crawling under the sea hungrier than ever.

It scares the living hell out of you but you do not stop pondering the many ways this could go wrong, instead, you start running.

There is a bell inside the turret that you must ring to gather the citizens on the shores to help those that are coming back and to welcome their loved ones.

The bell rings loudly in your ears as you shake the red rope with all your strength and, confiding in the wind to carry the sound across the Island, you do not stop to make it ring longer.

Your feet barely touch the ground as you run down the cliff, aiming for the shore, hoping for the city lights to be strong enough to illuminate the sea once the sun is set, allowing you to save the ship seeking salvage.

When you finally reach the beach you are out of breath and you allow yourself only a few seconds of rest before your feet are flying above the silver sand, taking you as close to the water as you possibly can.

The ship that was once a black shadow between the hues of blue has now turned into a Frigate you can make out the details of and, as you squint your eyes to look better at it, you notice it: the black flag on the master tree. A crown of two red roses enmeshed around two white snakes framing an evil looking skull. It is a flag you would never mistake for another because you helped design it. It is your brother’s ship.

“It’s them! Oh my God, Soohyun , it’s them!”

The shaky voice of your father comes behind your back and you allow yourself to look away from the sea enough to see the tears falling from his eyes. Your body is rigid with tension and words seems to be lodged deep within your throat for you cannot speak even a single one to your father. You can’t give him comfort nor relief because right now, you’re far more scared than you’ve ever been in your entire life.

You look at the sky and shake your head no, forcing yourself to peel off of those dark thoughts and do something that could actually help your brother and the rest of the crew.

With a deep breath, you raise your hands to the sky, summoning the magic of air within you. It’s always exhilarating when the power awakens and surges through your every muscle and bone until you can feel it even on the tips of your hair.

The magic of air was bestowed upon your kind to help the ships navigate faster on the sea, allowing them to escape the clutches of those that seek their end.

The wind arises, whitening the sea around the Frigate and transporting it forward just like you order it to do. But it is not enough for you can hear the growls of the creatures sleeping in the depths of the sea as they awaken, stirring back up to life at the prospect of fresh preys to claim as their own.

You can hear the voices of those around you and you glance at the hope and fear in their faces, at the disappointment coming from those that still wait for their loved ones to return. You understand that look in their eyes because until a few moments ago, you had that same sorrow within you.

But now the wait is over, you thought to yourself, allowing yourself to indulge in the thought of embracing your brother and his captain again.

A deep roar fills the air, coming from deep within the sea and it is dread that peels you of from the nice imagery in your head for you could recognize that sound among thousands. Tonight, the creature that decided to come out and play is the Sea Wasp.

You wanted your senses to be wrong but when a flash of white emerges from the water, there is no doubt you will be facing the strongest creature in the sea tonight.

A shiver runs down your spine as you watch the soft expanse of its head coming out of the water, quickly followed by one of its sharp tentacles clearly aiming for the hull.

A single pierce at the wood base would be enough for the Frigate to embark water and slow down, stranding in the middle of the sea.

A scream erupts from the back of your throat and you push your body forward alongside with your hands. The air shifts around you, cutting through the sky to reach the creature hidden in the waves. Sharp as the strongest blades ever made, the air you summoned is designed to cut deep into the sleek skin of the enemy and see its blood tint the sea a nice shade of burgundy.

The creature growls in pain as you cut through its translucent skin but it is not enough to make it budge. The Sea Wasp emerges further from within the water, its tentacles aiming for the masts and cut down the only support the ship has from the wind you evoked.

The Frigate shakes under the force of the attack and with dread you watch the crew tumbling down and then search for purchase to not fall into the sea and die a premature death. Screams fill the bay all around you coming from both the crew and their families on land and you nervously wet your lips, trying to come out with a plan that will save them all.

Somebody screams your name behind your back, urging you to do something, anything, in order to save their loved ones and you do not blame them. If someone dies today, it will be your fault.

There are thousands of possibilities running through your mind but it is only one that will assure you the desired effect: distract the Sea Wasp long enough for the ship to reach the harbor.

You run into the water, ignoring the voices behind your back, ignoring the desperate calls of your father, and keep moving forward, disregarding your safety in order to grant it to the others.

It’s a rule everyone is taught as a kid born on the Island: you can’t set a single foot inside the water or the creatures within it will wake up and come out to eat you alive.

It was the golden rule for you not only for the role you were going to take on once you were older but also because a creature made out of magic is a far too tempting prey for any creature of the sea to stay put.

You and your magic are a bloody beacon for the Sea Wasp and any other thing living in the sea and it is what you are counting on as you keep walking inside the icy water until you are shoulder deep within it, close enough to the ship to hear what the crew is yelling to one another.

The Sea Wasp is the most ancient creature of the sea and you know it wouldn’t let the opportunity to make itself better and stronger pass. It is your whole plan, after all.

A deep growl shakes the air anew and you watch the beast retreat its tentacles, turning unmistakably towards you even though it has no eyes to look right at you.

It is then that your body starts to quiver and you’d like to believe yourself that is because the water is cold against your skin but you have to admit, despite choosing this for yourself, the fear plays a far bigger part in it.

You were raised to carry a noble heart, you were raised to care more for others than yourself and, of course, a big part of you does but as you watch the creature move towards you, you can’t stop your survival instincts to flash red alarming lights at you, urging you to fucking-run-back-to-safety.

The Sea Wasp is a colossal creature and you have known this for years despite only witnessing its presence from up the cliff or, at best, from the safety of the beach but, now that you have the “pleasure” of meeting it at such a near vicinity there is no doubt it is as gigantic as the stories told from the survived sailors depict it to be.

Your mouth opens in astonishment at its grandiosity and it’s with utter dismay that you realize one of its tentacles is as big as you are.

There are people calling your name from the shore, screaming desperately for you to go back and save yourself before it is too late but one voice seems to pierce through it all and it’s coming from the ship. It’s a voice you prayed to hear for two long years and now it’s yelling at you, asking you what-the-hell-are-you-doing and it puts a smile on your lips because you missed it as much as someone who’s suffocating misses air.

You look up to the ship’s bow and sure enough there he stands, pushing himself forward as if to try and reach for you and save you from the clutches of the monster and, despite the desperateness of your situation, it still makes your heart flutter in your chest.

You can almost make out to perfection the gentle features of his face as the Frigate pushes forward again, trying to save itself in time for you to escape as well and he looks as dashing as he ever was. The ship’s captain, your brother’s friend and your lifetime crush Jeon Jeongguk are staring at you as if you have gone crazy and maybe you have but if it means saving him and your brother then, crazy is a goddamn good thing.

You don’t know why there are suddenly tears in your eyes but maybe it’s because you’re happy to see him, to know that he is well or maybe it’s because you fear this may be a goodbye but either way you do not dare shed them because if you have to go down, you will go down fighting, and fighters do not cry until it’s over.

The Sea Wasp launches itself forward and you force yourself to stay in place and not give out how scared you are even though you know, it can sense it oozing off of you just like it can sense your power awakening further now that you’re floating inside one of your elements.

You can barely register the swift movement of one of its tentacles aiming at your neck but it is enough for you to raise up your hands and create a wall of water in front of you. It is not the sturdiest defense, granted, but it is enough to make it budge against the surface and retreat ever so slightly.

The creature roars in frustration and moves quickly forward until a mere few inches stand between you and its gigantic body. There is no way in hell you’ll be able to stop all its appendices from hitting you or, worse, envelop one of your limbs and simply drag you down within the water until you give up to your survival instincts and open your mouth to breathe. You can almost imagine it, the feeling of water filling your lungs, suffocating you from within. It would be a painful and slow death, one that would give you enough time to know that you are dying and all that panic and fear would only feed the monster further.

There is an explosion in front of you and you realize it’s the aftermath of a cannon bomb, aimed at the beast in the vain hope to split its body open.

The creature rotates on itself and behind it you can make out the outline of the Frigate, the name Spitfire graven in the wood in shining gold.

You expect to see Jeongguk where you left him but it quickly appears obvious to you that he is the one behind the cannon for, in his place right on the bow and staring at you with panic in his eyes stands your brother, Jimin.

“Get away, now!” He roars at you, his features twisted in concern and knuckles white in the effort to keep himself anchored on the ship’s bow.

“I’m not leaving you,” you scream back at the top of your lungs just as another bomb hits the water, making the creature hiss at the burning sensation.

The sea seems to get bigger as bombs keep falling inside of it, exploding all around you and before you can even register the sudden switch, a wave passes above your head, forcefully pushing you down.

You struggle to keep yourself afloat and away from the monster and when you finally emerge you find your brother yelling your name at the top of his lungs, face as pale as a paper.

The creature is fighting against the ship anew, quick to figure out that if it takes down who is helping you then you won’t stand a single chance. Quite the rich spoils of a battle all of you would make.

Your eyes narrow on the tentacle aiming at the master tree and you gather air between your fingers anew: with this proximity, there is absolutely no room for error and with all the strength you can muster, you thrust your power forward.

The creature growls in pain as another one of its tentacles is severed from its body and you watch the blood flood the waters and splash above the ship.

You can tell the Sea Wasp is angered and you watch with horror as several of his appendices come out of the water, seizing the ship completely and twisting it sideways so that the crew has to grasp what they can to keep themselves on board and not fall into the trap that is the sea.

“Let them fucking go!”

The panic that has seized you renders your mind blank and tarnishes all rational thoughts until the only thing that remains is the urge to kill the bloody beast before it’s too late.

Your eyes turn to slits as you evoke all the power you were bestowed with aiming it at the core of the beast: its head.

You can feel your magic filling you up to the brim and to the point you think you may explode if you do not let go of it and it is only when you feel like you may actually combust that you push it all out.

The air produces a snapping sound all around you and it’s almost like you can see it propelling forward to meet the sleek skin of the creature in a transparent wave that doesn’t care if to hit the target it will have to wreck the ship as well.

The sound of skin being cut fills the bay along with the agonizing scream of a terribly wounded monster.

The sea is no longer a beautiful shade of blue but it has turned completely red and you can almost taste copper in your mouth as splashes of water move past your shoulders.

You watch the creature shrink on itself in pain and it’s with a dark satisfaction that you stare at it as it retreats from the ship, trying to salvage as much of its body as it possibly can.

“For the love of God, Soohyun, get on this fucking ship!”

It’s the voice of your brother that peels you off from the sight of the Sea Wasp retreating to its dudgeon beneath the water to mend its wounds and you look up to find Spitfire anchored right in front of you.

The crew is cheering for you and those sounds warm up your heart but the joy is quick to dissipate as you take a good look at the state of the ship. Spitfire is barely staying afloat and it looks beyond salvage and you don’t know why the thought makes you so sad when at least you saved all the crew members but maybe it’s because it was Jeongguk’s father’s ship and it’s the only thing he has to remember his father by, or maybe it’s because you used to spend a lot of time on it when it was still in the harbor, waiting to depart again, when the three of you were still silly kids with not a single problem in their lives.

Your brother is leaning towards you, a hand firmly grasping a rope to not fall into the water and you take his hand into your own, allowing him to pick you up and engulf you into his arms the moment after.

“What were you thinking, you bloody idiot?”

“You’re welcome and oh, yes, nice to see you again, too” you reply, pushing on his chest to take a look at his face. Oh, how you have missed those sweet eyes and the plump curve of those lips usually stretched into a tender smile.

“Don’t you even dare, we are going to have a long talk once we’re home. You almost died, you understand that?” He looks at you with a mixture of anger, relief, love and many other things you can’t pinpoint exactly but it doesn’t matter. He is back, he is alive and everything is going to be fine again.

“You almost died too,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper and he shakes his head, embracing you tightly as the Spitfire resumes its navigation.

The sun has completely set while you were fighting the sea monster and you are made aware of its absence by the frigid air brushing on your wet clothes and skin.

“You must be freezing,” Jimin says, noticing the way you quiver between his arms, “You idiot,” he mutters to himself as he brings you under cover where the ambient is definitely warmer.

A blanket materializes around your shoulders the next second as you sit down on a bed, sighing with contentment as circulation starts flowing back up inside your body.

You are sitting in silence, staring at your brother, when the door is thrown open and Jeongguk appears on the threshold, a troubled look on his too-pale face.

“J-Jeongguk!” You feel blood rush immediately to your cheeks at the sight of him, finally standing in front of you.

His hair is the color of ripe cherries under the sunlight, so much different from the raven black you were used to, and his body seems to be bigger than you remember it to be. Stronger.

All those considerations are set aside, though, as he rushes inside the cabin and takes you into his arms, hugging you close to his chest.

“How could you do such a reckless thing?” He asks, voice shaking with the shock it must have given him seeing you inside the water, a few inches away from being dead.

“I wanted to save you, all of you.” You whisper, hugging him back as you have imagined doing a million times in those nights spent alone, worrying for them.

“Don’t be this stupid ever again,” he lets go as those words leave his mouth, but he keeps his strong hands around your shoulders, looking inside your eyes with the severity you would expect from your father, not your friend.

“Stop scolding me, both of you!” You retort in indignation at their behavior. Of course, you understand the concern and you also know it wasn’t the smartest plan ever but it did get the job done and you are now all safe and sound and that is what truly matters.

“Don’t give me hell because I made a quick call and you had to worry about me one single time!” You jump on your feet, brushing off Jeongguk’s hands from your shoulders, “I have worried for your lives for the past two years and you have no idea how terrible that feels!”

Tears gather in your eyes as you recall all the dark thoughts, all the terrible nights and days, but you blink them away, focusing your gaze on the floor under your feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to yell at you, I’m just...” you trail off, your mouth into a pout as you tentatively look up to your brother.

“I’m sorry, Soohyun, I know it must have been hard... I missed you, too. Like crazy.” He says, standing up to place a hand atop your head, “There wasn’t a single day I didn’t think about you or dad.”

You take a glance at Jeongguk and he nods his head, giving you a sheepish smile in return.

“Then what took you so long?” You ask, your voice small and you do realize you are acting like a child but it is a breeze of fresh air knowing that you don’t have to be the adult now, carrying all the responsibility of an entire Island on your shoulders.

Jeongguk and your brother smirk at your question, glancing at each other before chuckling.

“Oh, Soohyun, we will tell you all about our adventures through the Seven Seas.” Jimin caresses your cheek with a glint of mirth into his eyes and you mirror his smile, relieved to finally see him go back to being the brother you remembered him to be.

“Everything? You promise?” You ask, hope laced between your words for there is nothing more you’d like than to hear the travelers talk about the wondrous worlds beyond the Vast Sea. It is, after all, the only way you have to see these places and even if it’s only by the vivid imagination of your mind, it is still better than nothing at all.

“I promise.”

The tavern is filled with mirth and booming laughter; hours have passed since the rescue of the Spitfire crew and the whole town seems to have gathered at Yuqi’s Inn to celebrate the safe return of the fourteen boys.

It is a tradition of Northern Claw to have a homecoming party every time someone sets foot on the land again but it usually isn’t something you partake in for more than a couple hours or at least not ever since you have taken up your role as the Sea Watcher.

Tonight, of course, it is an exception. You have seen your brother and the rest of the crew depart before, you have welcomed them back before but it all feels different after two long years.

It is the longest journey they ever had and there is this tiny part of you that still struggles to believe they are actually back, well and mostly unharmed. There is this voice in your mind warning you, telling you that it is all just a dream and when you’ll open your eyes again they will be gone, as quickly as they appeared.

Your father sits next to you, a glass of beer in his hand and you smile at the light that fills his eyes. It is the first time in those long years you have seen him smile again and that is a sight that warms your heart and fills it with joy.

You can’t take your eyes off of him because you want to remember him like this once your brother departs again, leaving the both of you to wait for him with worry clutching your poor hearts.

“It’s nice having him back, isn’t it?” You ask, nudging his shoulder and he looks down on you, teeth in full display as he nods his head.

Only a few hours ago he had been incredibly mad at you. You had been scolded, yelled at and even threatened to be in detention for the rest of your days on Earth but then, once the shock started wearing off and your brother presence had sunk in, everything turned back to normal.

“The two loves of my life under the same roof? It’s bloody heaven!”

Your father laughs before embracing you with his free arm and then planting a kiss atop your head. You can’t blame him: you have been worried out of your wits but it must have been hell for your father to handle.

Jimin looks at you from the middle of the Inn, a deep smile stretched on his lips and he decides to leave the reins of the conversation to his fellow crew members in favor of your company.

“Hey, I’m the prodigal son, why is she getting all the affection?”

There is no maliciousness in his words but you still return his question with an ice glare that makes him chuckle and shake his head.

“Come here, then, I have a nice set of arms, you rascal!”

Your father lounges forward to grasp Jimin’s arm and force him to sit next to him so he can hug him closer just like he did with you and, despite his protests, you know it’s exactly what Jimin wanted.

“Oh, come on, old man, I have a reputation to maintain!”

“Pfft, as if. Everyone on board knows you’re a softie, Jimin,” the low timbre of Jeongguk’s voice interrupts your family moment and you turn your head around, surprised to find him so close to the three of you. You wondered how long he had been standing there, waiting for you to notice him.

“I’m not, you ungrateful son of a bitch.” Jimin raises from his seat, assuming his most menacing look which, to be frank, is quite adorable and Jeongguk shakes his head, laughing at his antics.

It’s surprising how in the span of two years your feelings for him haven’t changed a bit or, if possible, you find them to be stronger now that he’s really in front of you.

There is this need within you to touch him, be close to him, breathe the same air as he does and it scares the living daylights out of you because you know you would do anything for this boy.

“You both haven’t grown a bit since you left,” your father shakes his head before gulping down the rest of his drink, “Two grown-ass-babies.” He rolls his eyes to the ceiling before winking at you, standing up to join another group of people at the end of the room.

“I’m leaving you youngsters alone so, Soohyun, keep an eye on those two, will you?”

You chuckle and nod your head yes, feigning superiority as you look at your brother and his best friend.

“Hey, she’s younger than the both of us!”

“Not mentally, she’s not.”

Your father leaves with that statement and you click your tongue in your mouth, glancing at your fuming brother.

Jeongguk sits next to you, his shoulder brushing against your own as he gulps down his drink and you look up at him, blood rushing through your cheeks at the sudden proximity of his warm body.

With a ‘tsk’ Jimin unceremoniously sits down in the free spot next to you, successfully squeezing you between him and his best friend.

You clear your throat, trying to dissipate the feeling of being trapped so close to your lifetime crush and focus your attention on your brother.

“So, what about your promise?” You ask, one of your eyebrows arching upwards as you tilt your head to the side.

“What promise?”

“The one you made on the boat,” you furrow your brows, eyes reducing to slits to send him the most threatening glare you can muster.

“You want me to tell you all about our adventures right now?!” His eyes are as big as saucers as he stares down at you, mouth agape with an exaggerated depiction of a shocked expression but you slowly nod your head, not falling for his antics.

“Maybe not all, but at least something,” you shrug your shoulders and he shakes his head, bewildered, “I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?”

Jeongguk laughs at your side, turning his body towards you so he can face your brother as well. His left arm is resting on the table right behind your back and you can feel the warmness radiating from it on your skin. In a twisted and delusional way, it almost feels like being held by him.

“Don’t laugh, that applies to you too,” you say, hiding your feelings at the best of your abilities.

“What? Why? I never promised you that!” He cocks his left eyebrow upwards, a daring look on his features.

“I still saved your life, mister! You should grant me at least one wish.”

You cross your arms on your chest, slightly pouting towards him because it is a fact that Jeongguk may be able to resist your words but never your cuteness.

He diverts his gaze from you, audibly gulping down before chuckling to himself and it’s that sound that lets you know you just won the lottery.

Your bravery in the water earlier that night has granted you the power of having both boys in the palm of your hands.

“Ok, fine, what do you want to know?” It is your brother that caves in first and you turn towards him with a triumphant smile on your lips.

“How about the furthest place you have been?”

When you were a kid you used to sit on the grass next to your mom as she watched the sea and you’d often wonder what the world was hiding behind its infinite looking surface.

With your brother, you used to dream to cross the world and see all it had to offer and make memories together. That was supposed to happen before your mother died but life got in the way and now, years after, you still wonder what you’re missing out and how far the world stretches on itself.

“We went to Blackfort!” Your brother turns completely towards you, excitement clear in his demeanor as he struggles to keep sitting still while he recalls the moments he spent at the literal other end of the world.

Blackfort is a famous city with high cliffs much like the ones of your own island but made out of pure onyx instead of simple rocks. It is rumored to be impregnable and the most beautiful city ever known to mankind.

“Is it as beautiful as the stories say?”

“Oh no, Soohyun, it’s even better! There are houses as tall as the turret we have up on the cliff, and there is a palace so big you can actually see it from the sea and it shines like silver under the moonlight,” your brother talks fast and bites down his words and you find it endearing because he retained this habit he had as a kid even in adulthood.

“And the people there, oh! You would totally love it: they are so welcoming and kind and their skin seems to glow in the sunlight and do you know how we used to joke about ever seeing a mermaid?! I did!”

Your brother word-vomits all he discovered in the beautiful Blackfort and the more he talks the more your heart squeezes in your chest, getting smaller and smaller.

There is happiness within it for all the things he has seen but there is that tiny part of you that envies him to no end. And despite the fact that it was you that asked for the details of his trip, the more he shares the more you feel like you want his tale to end.

“It sounds wonderful,” you reply, voice as small as you feel in the same old clothes, sitting in the same old spot, doing the same old things which is going to be your destiny forever. It is not like you hate it, you feel blessed for the life you got but, as they say, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

“You don’t sound as excited as I thought you’d be,” he notices, brows furrowing in confusion and you force yourself to smile for him.

“I think the fatigue of the day is finally getting to me,” you explain and it is only half a lie since you do feel like you could go to sleep and wake up in a week time.

“You should probably go to sleep, you must be exhausted,” Jeongguk suddenly says, the hand that was behind your back slightly brushing your skin, successfully awakening the sparks within your stomach.

“No, it’s ok, I don’t want to.”

“Soohyun, Jeongguk is right, you must be spent and it’s not like you can sleep in tomorrow morning. I’ll take you home.”

“I said no, and you can’t make me if I don’t want to.”

“Why are you acting like such a baby?” Your brother scoffs, standing up to place his hands on his hips, ready to fight you on your decision.

“I’m not acting like a baby, you are treating me like one! I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.”

You stand up as well, mimicking his pose to get a point across. You don’t really understand why you are suddenly compelled to pick up a fight with him and a part of you fears it is due to those dark and terrible feelings you have been experiencing all night.

“I’m just trying to take care of you,” he says, defeated as he looks at you with a confused look so deep it makes you laugh a bitter laugh.

“If you wanted to do that you should have returned sooner.”

Your words cut through the air just like your magic cut through the Sea Wasp’s skin and you move past your brother, unable to hold his gaze now that you have hurt his feelings.

But, of course, your brother has always been quite the stubborn one and, as you turn your back on him, he’s quick to grasp your wrist and turn you around.

“I know you’ve been worried and hurt but do I really deserve to be treated like this?”

“No, of course not,” your voice trembles and before you can stop yourself there are tears striking your cheeks and it is the most humiliating thing you have ever done in front of so many people and it makes you wish you could turn magically invisible.

“I’m sorry I don’t even know why I’m so mad at you...” you confess, shaking your head as you look up to the ceiling, trying to stop the flow of tears.

“It’s just that you have done so many things without me and... what have I done, really? You saw all these places we wanted to see together and I know I’ll never get the chance and I know it’s childish of me but...” you trail off, loudly breathing in to calm down the rampant beating of your heart, “It feels like you’re moving on without me... no, it’s not that. It’s like everyone is moving on with their lives and I’m still here, waiting for all of you, stuck.”

Your brother’s arms are warm around your body and your muscles relax in the embrace you hadn’t realized you so desperately needed.

“I know, little bug, but you are wrong. Yes, I travel the world but you save people’s lives! So many of the people inside this room are here because of you.”

Jimin smiles one of his warm smiles and he takes your face in his hands, gathering your hot tears with his thumbs whilst stroking your cheeks in the process.

“I didn’t forget our plans to travel the world together and I swear to God I will let you see all of it, even if that can happen only once we’re old and wrinkly, I’ll do it.”

The thought makes you chuckle because you have never seen an old pirate embarking to see the world but it is a thought that warms your heart and brings back some hope for the future, no matter how far it may be.

“Is it a promise?” You ask, voice small and hoarse and he jokingly scoffs at you.

“Have I ever broken a promise?”

“No, you didn’t.” You concede, smiling brightly at him.

“Ok, so now you will let me be the big brother and take care of you,” he says, placing a hand above your head to brush the hair away from your face, “And you will be a good girl and go to sleep so you can be well rested tomorrow and protect our lovely Island.”

“Jimin, I already told you I’m not a little kid anymore!”

“You will always be a kid to me, little bug, you’re my baby sister.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and you can’t find it in yourself to fight him on it. It is, after all, quite endearing to see him act like this, like the brother he was before he decided to be a pirate and join Jeongguk’s crew.

“I can walk her home,” as if on cue, Jeongguk suddenly speaks and you realize only then that he must have seen and heard everything, being there the entire time.

“You should stay, your father seems a bit drunk.” Jeongguk motions his head to the side and you follow his movement to find your dad laughing at a table, as red as a tomato from all the beer he has gulped down all night.

“Ugh, yes, ok, I should go and take care of that.”

You chuckle as your brother quickly walks to your father and take a glance at Jeongguk only to find his gaze fixed on you. There is this light of endearment in his eyes that makes your heart leap in your chest and hope blossom like flowers between your ribs.

The air is brisk outside the crowded Inn and you shiver as soon as it hits your skin and still-mildly wet clothes. It’s something that Jeongguk seems quit to catch on for, a mere few seconds after you’re both walking on the street, his jacket sits atop your shoulders, warming up your cold body.

You look up at him, a small smile on your lips and he diverts his gaze, scratching the back of his head as he always does when he’s shy about something. How cute, you think and your smile spreads wider.

The rest of the walk up to your house is pretty quiet but the silence is not heavy between you, in fact, it’s almost pleasant. His sole proximity to your own body makes you feel happy and secure and this feeling of being protected just by being right next to the person you love is something you have been akin to feel again for a very long time.

You almost wish you had the power to stop time or at least stretch it at your will for the walk to your street seems to be far too quick and you seriously don’t want to already depart from him. Not when you’re finally alone with him.

Mirroring your thoughts, Jeongguk stops a few steps away from your door and turns toward you with a look on his face you find yourself unable decipher.

He’s troubling his bottom lip with his teeth and nervousness sparks up within your stomach at the sight.

“I want to thank you again, for today,” he says, his voice a bit unsure because he is a terrible liar, he has ever been, and you instantly know it is not what he actually wants to say but you feign ignorance, deciding to allow him to take his time to come out of his shell. Jeongguk has always been a nice kid, very friendly on the out front but deep down, he has always been a guarded person, someone that has a hard time letting other people in and see what truly lies inside.

“It’s my duty,” you say with a little laugh, trying to lighten up the mood but he shakes his head slightly, his gaze fixing on the night sky as he searches for his next words.

“You went beyond your duty and we both know it.”

“Maybe... but I like to think you would have done the same for me.”

Your reply makes his eyes travel back to you and breath gets stuck within your lungs as you notice for the first time how astonishingly beautiful they look when the moonlight is reflected in them.

“Of course I would have,” he admits, trapping his bottom lip under his teeth again.

“And I guess this is the right time to say that I’m sorry about Spitfire,” you add, your neck sinking into your shoulders in shame. In the attempt to save their lives you have destroyed the only thing Jeongguk held dear to his heart.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s just a ship.”

“We both know that is not true. I know how much you cared about it, I know it was your father’s legacy.”

You know he is trying to be nice but you understand how it must feel for him and you do deserve to feel the pang of guilt when you think about it. If someone were to destroy something that your mother has left to you, you would be heartbroken and you know that is what Jeongguk must be feeling right now, amongst many other things.

“Yes, but a ship can be repaired or, at worst, be remade. Humans lives cannot.”

His warm hands are firm around your shoulders as he says those words but all you seem to be able to focus on is how close his lips are to your own and how desperately you want to kiss them. Which makes you wonder, is Jeongguk a secret sorcerer that has put a spell on you? For you swear to the heavens you have never been this vulnerable and affected by someone in your entire life.

“Ok,” you reply, voice small because even if you do understand his point, you can’t immediately cancel the guilt lodged within your heart. Sadly, it doesn’t work like that.

“I have a favor to ask,” he blurts out and his cheeks turn the color of ripe strawberries once he realizes he has now trapped himself in a situation where he has to put his heart on the line.

“Of course, anything.”

“I don’t want to keep you awake any longer, you need rest and it’s not like you can ditch work tomorrow but I really think we should talk and...” He trails off, brows furrowing a little bit as he tilts his head to the side in his I’m-not-so-sure-about-this way, “Can you meet me before sun rises at our place?”

He blurts the words out and releases his grip around your shoulders in the meantime.

There is a thunderstorm of emotions flooding within you: there is the giddiness of him calling it “our place” and there is the fear for what he may say once you meet him there, there is also the hope it may be something good and you have no idea how to cope with all of them at once. So what you do is simply nod your head and smile.

“I’ll be there.”

The path that leads you to your appointment is a rather familiar one for you have walked on it what it feels like a million times. Your steps are silent as much as the city is at this unholy hour but you do not mind it: you like the peace and the quiet, the sense of time being absolutely still whilst everyone rests.

The air is cold and it prickles your skin much like when Jeongguk walked you home but, this time, there is warmness spreading within your heart in anticipation and you barely notice how it stings against the naked skin of your hands.

Even the tiredness seems to have dissipated despite the very few hours you have been able to sleep and all due to the prospect of meeting him.

When you arrive in the little expanse of green grass the spot is empty as you are used to seeing it but, this time, it all feels different.

As you look around the little garden at the verge of the woods, you see details you have never seen before. The moonlight tints everything silver and it almost feels like the grass, the trees, and even the stones radiate magic, turning everything into an ideal picture out of a storybook.

You notice for the first time how the lilies shimmer in the night time, looking like little beacons for who ventures the woods beyond the bushes.

You have been here many times in very different hours of the days but you usually see this place when the sun has just disappeared over the horizon and your work day is done.

But is not only the light making everything look completely different but also the promise that this time, as you pray for him to return, he will actually appear in his flesh and bones and not just like a fragment of your imagination.

You sit on a rock in the middle of the garden and look up to the sky to watch the stars, still partially visible as the night closes to its end.

You have shared so many memories with Jeongguk within this garden, the first of which you will never forget. You had always known he had a place where he went by himself when he needed some peace and quiet when all he wanted was to be away from the world and, honestly, a couple of times you had tried to follow him but ended up giving up every single time. Somehow, it didn’t feel right even when you were a kid to violate his personal space to such an extent.

The first time he let you in to his private place and deepest secret it was the day your mother died. You were wrecked, a sobbing mess, and you were fed up with people and their empty words so that day, Jeongguk had entered your room and without saying a single word he had took your hand and guided you to his secret garden.

“You can come here whenever you need to be alone, but don’t tell anyone.” He had said with the flattest voice he could muster and you had been grateful then as much as you feel right now. It was one of the rare occasions in which Jeongguk had let his guard down, allowing you to peek through the cracks of his mask.

The other memory you will never forget is the last one you shared with him here.

It was the night before his long departure and something inside of you told you he was going to be there and, not very surprisingly, he was standing right there, looking as beautiful as ever.

There was silence for the longest of times, both of you unable to say something that would matter just in case he didn’t make it back and in that quietness, it was very hard for you to hide the little sobs that escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to say goodbye, not to him, not to your brother and they both knew it and that was why you weren’t going to say those words. They had a finality ring to it and you wanted to believe they’d come back to you, as healthy as ever.

At that time, he had been the one breaking the silence first.

“It’s going to be ok, just try not to worry too much.”

His words had made you crumble and in a matter of seconds, you were tightly secured within his embrace, sobbing on his shirt. He held you there until your tears ran dry and he held you for a little longer, caressing your head to soothe the ache within your heart.

“I think this is my best chance to say these words so hear me out, ok?”

His whisper hit your head and you nodded, moving inside his arms to look into his eyes.

“I have loved you for a very long time, Soohyun, and I promise I will come back to you, so wait for me, ok?”

Those words you had dreamed of many many times you had never expected to actually hear and yet, there you were, heart beating triumphantly in your chest and astonishment spreading through your body like a cascade into a river.

“Say something, please?” His voice was small as he spoke his next words and you realized only then that you had been silent all along, too focused on the violent burst of your emotions to utter a single word.

“I didn’t know you... I would have... Why are you telling me now before your departure? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Why? Would something be different now?”

“Of course it would!” You looked at him, astonished. Was he really that oblivious to your feelings? You thought he had known all along and that his silence was a sign of them not being reciprocated.

“I didn’t... I didn’t realize you were...” his words trailed off and you shook your head, too bewildered to say more.

“Fuck it, there is no point in holding back, then.”

He muttered these words more to himself than to you and the next second his lips were sealed on top of yours.

His mouth was as soft as you always imagined it to be and it was warm against yours, gentle but passionate and you let go of all your inhibitions as he kissed you deeper, just like he desperately wanted to do a gazillion times.

You parted your lips for him and his tongue touched your own, eliciting a sigh from you that seemed to only add wood to the already raging fire.

You kissed and kissed for long minutes until your breath was ragged and your lips were swollen and yet, you wanted more. So much more.

“Is that a yes, then? You will wait for me?”

“Of course I will, Jeongguk, I’ve been waiting for you for so many years.”

Your memories are cut off by the sound of steps approaching and you jump on your feet, excitedly looking forward to watch him arrive.

Drenched in moonlight he is like a vision or an angel fallen to Earth and you find it impossible to look away from him. His cherry hair shine like the most delicious fruit they remind you of, his eyes glint with the silver light of the night and his beautiful rosy lips are stretched into one of his dazzling smiles.

He stops on his tracks to look at you and you feel your face turning considerably hotter under his scrutiny but his smile seems to stretch even further and so do your lips, mimicking his own.

“There you are,” he says, slowly approaching you and you nervously tug some hair strands between your ears, looking as bashful as you ever did in front of him.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” he says, stopping right in front of you, so close you can almost feel the warmness his body radiates.

“You didn’t, I just arrived, too.”

He tilted his head to the side and chuckled.

“That’s not true, I saw you sitting on that rock. You looked deep in thought.”

You divert your gaze at his words, feeling your insides twitch painfully at the idea of him watching you while you definitely sported the stupidest grin ever on your face.

“I was just remembering something,” you whisper trying to act nonchalantly and hide the fact that you are deeply embarrassed.

“It must have been a nice memory, considering your smile.”

You look up at him, gulping down heavily as you muster the courage to speak your next words.

“It was. I was thinking about our last time here together.”

“So you remember that night.”

“Of course I do... Did you think I wouldn’t?” Dread is quick to infiltrate your heart at the prospect that maybe he was hoping you wouldn’t, that he wouldn’t have to explain to you that his feelings haven’t come back with him on the Island.

“I wasn’t sure you would... Two years is a long time and I didn’t know if your feelings were still the same as back then.”

“Well, mine are. I kept my promise... did you?” Your voice turns into a small whisper as you dare to ask that question and his features morph into an expression of astonishment for it probably never occurred to him that you could misunderstand the nature of his inquiry.

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t,” he confesses, suddenly cupping your cheek with his warm hand with a look so full of affection you almost feel like you’re going to melt under his gaze.

“I wanted to meet you tonight to know if... if you wanted to be, you know, official or something.”

“You’re asking me to be your girlfriend, Jeongguk?”

“I guess I am,” he chuckles, his eyes betraying his nervousness as he speaks those words and you smile back to him, feeling as radiant as the sun itself.

“Then I guess the answer would be yes.”

The moment the words leave your mouth his lips are atop your own to claim them, just like he did two years prior to this very moment.

The contact of his lips against yours feels like an explosion of fireworks within your chest and it is utterly addicting.

Your fingers trace the warm skin of his neck and move up to lose themselves in the tangles of his hair.

You part your lips and sneak your tongue out to taste his mouth further, deeper. He grunts within your kiss and you lap at his tongue, playing with its rough surface until he is moaning between your lips.

The sound awakens desire within your stomach and far more south then you care to admit but he must be quick to notice for his hands move to cup your bottom cheeks, pushing you flat against his hips.

“I’ve dreamed of kissing you every single night on that goddamn ship,” he says, voice hoarse with evident arousal.

“Me too,” your lips stretch into a smile as you brush your nose against his, teasing him until he fiercely kisses your lips anew.

Kissing Jeongguk feels like a hot summer day and a nice refreshing drink on the shore; it feels like a hot bath during the coldest winter days; it feels like the exhilaration that comes with the cold rain falling on your warm skin.

His lips leave your own to latch onto the tender skin around your jawline and further south onto your neck, eliciting soft gasps and sighs out of you.

“There is something I bought for you when we were away,” he says, still pecking your skin as you tilt your head to the side in undeniable pleasure.

He brushes his teeth against your chin, jokingly biting the supple flesh until you are laughing, fighting to push him away with your hands flat against his chest.

He lets go of you with a soft chuckle and focuses his attention on one of his pockets, concealing the present he has brought back for you.

The package feels soft against your hands as he gives it to you, his bottom lip trapped under his teeth in nervousness, and you carefully pry it open.

The necklace nicely settled inside the box is absolutely stunning and you stare at it, mouth agape, for it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen and owned, for that matter.

Leaves of shiny silver encircle a core of iridescent nacre and you brush your fingers against the fine materials, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

“Do you like it?”

His voice is soft against your ear and it is only then that you realize he has moved behind your back, his hands slightly brushing against your hips.

“J-Jeongguk...” You gulp down heavily and force yourself to look away from your present and up to his face, “It’s so beautiful, I don’t even think I deserve something like this.”

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, even for just one day,” he whispers, shaking his head as he takes the necklace from your hands to tie it around your neck.

You turn around to face him, a sheepish smile on your lips as you brush your fingers against the necklace now hanging from your neck, shining in the night light.

“How does it look?”

“Absolutely perfect.”

His words are followed by a searing kiss that steals your breath away and makes your knees buckle, all tongue and teeth and the lewd sounds it produces in the silence of the night.

“I need you to tell me something, but you have to be completely honest,” he says once your lips part, his heavy breath mingling with your own.

“I will.”

“I’ll probably leave soon again,” he licks his lips as he says those words, looking away from your face for a brief moment and you gulp down, slightly nodding your head while trying to ignore the sting his words produced, “Will you still wait for me if I do?”

You tilt your head upwards, brushing his nose with yours in the process.

“I’d wait all eternity for you, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Your words seem to spark a fire within him for the next moment you are flushed against a tree, trapped between the rough cortex and his much softer and warm body.

His fingers cup your cheeks and guide your face forward until you can meet his mouth and kiss him with a passion equal to his own.

The minutes stretch into nothingness until all you are aware of his you and him, finally together like you wanted to be for so many sleepless nights.

Your fingers are fast to find the buttons of his shirt even if your lids are tightly closed and not even the quivering of your hands can stop you from unbuttoning every single one of them.

Truthfully, bold is not something you have ever been but after so many years of frustrated needs and yearning for a boy you thought you’d never have, there is no more place for bashfulness. Everything, even rationality, is subdued by the overwhelming need to feel him pressed flushed against your skin and even further, sheathed inside of you.

The buttons of his shirt come undone easily under your fingers and you open your eyes to marvel at the sculpted muscles of his torso.

Your lips latch onto the tender skin, kissing and biting and then licking the pain away until he his covered in love bites and trails of your saliva.

You follow the outline of his ribs to torment the tender skin of his abdomen, sculpted like a Greek statue and furthermore down, where the little hair on his flat stomach meet the hem of his leather pants.

Jeongguk sighs and gasps under your touch and it is music to your ears, pushing you to move forward until he is crumbling down and screaming out your name for everyone to hear.

His pants fall down to his feet on their own accord as soon as you unzip them and you stare at his sex, barely covered by his underwear.

There is no room to conceal the little twitch of his cock as you blow hot air a few inches from his underwear and the little reaction makes a smile spread on your lips.

Your mouth opens as you look up at him, shaped in a perfect “O” that you quickly press against his clothed sex, relishing in the way he grunts at the sensation of your tongue, firmly pressed against his erection.

Your fingers cup his bottom cheeks, your nails digging into the flash as you push his underwear down, your eyes trailed on the way his cock bounces back on his abdomen, fully erected and ready for you.

Your hands must be pretty cold on his hot skin and he shivers at your touch, goosebumps forming on his skin as you encompass his length with your fingers.

Your mouth kisses the soft skin of his sex, inch after long inch, and he whimpers at the pleasurable sensation it sparks within him, despite it not being quite the touch he so desperately desires.

“Have you ever thought of my mouth around your cock?” You ask, eyes locked on his face to notice every single twitch of his features.

“Ugh, yes.”

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me, like this?”

He whimpers as your tongue trails along the expanse of his shaft and you smirk, your free hand reaching his balls to slightly squeeze them.

He hisses at the sudden contact, head falling forward as his mouth opens into a silent moan.

“S-so many times,” he admits, his eyes fixed on you as you open your mouth again but, this time, it is not to pose a question but rather to answer a silent one.

His cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag your face forward, welcoming his length within your mouth inch after inch, fighting against your gag reflex as his head hits the back of your throat.

Your eyes lock on his gaze transfixed on the sight of you on your knees, with his member on your mouth and feeling as real as he always dreamed it to be.

Batting your lashes to feign innocence you move your head backward while keeping your tongue completely flat and pressed against the vein on the underside of his shaft. He shivers at the movement and you bob your head forward, picking up a slow pace that has him whimpering in the span of a few minutes.

Your teeth slightly graze around the tender skin as your lips squeeze around him, allowing you to suck his length hard.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters under his breath, his abdomen contracting as he struggles to keep himself silent.

Your free hand cups his balls anew and you start bobbing your head at a quite faster pace, turning him into a whimpering and panting mess until you fear he may come soon inside your mouth if you keep going further and a part of you would relish in it but, the other part of you wants to drag this moment however possible, stretch it to the point you are both too lost in the desperate need for release to keep going any longer.

Your lips close around his angry-red head, sleek with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum and your insides pleasantly twitch at the sound of his needy whine and the way his cock twitches with the sudden loss of your mouth around it.

“You’re not allowed to come just yet, baby,” you whisper atop his wet member, purposefully blowing hot air on his skin, making him shudder at the sensation.

“We waited two long years for this, we can wait a little longer, don’t you think?” Your voice sounds innocent to your ears but the twisted smirk atop your lips suggests fairly otherwise and he groans at the sight of you, lips swollen and covered in spit, saliva trailing down your chin.

He emits a guttural sound and before you know it you are standing on your own two feet again, trapped against the same rough tree with his mouth stealing your breath away.

His erection is trapped between your bodies and you can feel its heat on your stomach, awakening a similar one between your legs and it’s that thought that makes your mouth open, allowing a sigh to escape your parted lips.

His mouth has turned ravenous, seeking your own with a desperate need that mirrors the ache between his wonderfully toned hips and when his teeth attack your bottom lip, biting the skin until it’s almost painful, you whimper out his name and roll your hips atop his own, rewarding him with the friction he so desperately seeks.

“Ugh, you’re driving me insane, Soohyun,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he moves onto the next target to leave unequivocal marks there for everyone to see.

His hands brush against your hips and move further south until they meet the supple curves of your bottom cheeks, cupping them to elicit a whimper out of your parted mouth.

His fingers trail up to seek the zip of your dress and you arch your back under his touch, granting him an easier access to your back and, therefore, pending nudity.

His fingers are delicate as they brush against your feverish skin and a shudder travels through your body like a jolt of electricity as he drags the fabric of your dress downward, stripping you naked inch after inch.

His eyes seem to burn like liquid acid and you feel the blood rush all to your face under his intense gaze, fixed on every ridge and curve of your body.

As the fabric moves past your breasts he loudly inhales air, his fingers discarding the hem of your dress to favor the feeling of your naked skin against the palm of his hands.

His mouth comes next, lapping the tender flesh where his fingers cannot reach and fire erupts within your body, setting every atom you are made of aflame.

His kisses are far slower and delicate on your chest and around your hardening nipples but far more passionate and definitely far more intimate.

You whimper out his name and he opens his mouth to encompass one of your nipples and suck hard on the flushed skin.

Your head hits the cortex of the tree behind your back as your eyes close in utter bliss and he seems to relish in the achievement for his movements turn bolder, ardent with the desire to please and to be pleased.

His fingers brush against your ribs and you shiver at the contact, your muscles tensing in expectation as his hands latch around your dress again to drag it to your feet.

You don’t have the time to protest over the way he discards your dress unceremoniously throwing it somewhere far away within the garden for, his mouth mimics the way you just teased him a few minutes ago and encompasses your still covered sex.

His tongue is flat against your core and even through the fabric you can feel how warm it is and, most importantly, how amazingly good it feels between your legs. Right where it belongs, you think and the thought, despite coming from yourself, makes all the blood rush to your face, turning it feverish hot to the touch.

Oh, how many times have you imagined something like this to happen? How many times have you desired it and kept yourself awake at night to quench that desire at the best of your abilities?

But when Jeongguk bites down your underwear to drag it down and quickly after laps at your wet core, you realize that reality is far better than your lacking imagination.

He hums atop your sex and the sound reverberates through your core, making you shiver and clench on nothing but thin air. You can feel his lips twitch into a smirk and you whine in protest, your hand reaching the top of his head to tug at his hair.

His eyes refocus on your face and you give him a pleading look that he welcomes with mirth in his eyes and a lewd lick of his tongue upon his lips, evidently sleek with your desire.

His fingers cup your ass anew and he uses that hold to guide your right leg upwards, anchoring it around his shoulder to grant him an easier access to your aching core.

His mouth locks onto the little bundle of nerves atop your slit and you whimper as soon as he envelops it with his soft rosy lips, sucking on it as if he were trying to milk it out. It’s a strong sensation you have never experienced before and it feels like both a blessing and a curse for it makes you want more, oh so much more.

Just as if he has been reading your thoughts, Jeongguk finds his next victim in your dripping mound and this time his tongue is not gentle nor tentative. It is passionate as if he were kissing your mouth, it’s ravenous and ardent with desire and it makes you mewl for him even if you try to be quiet.

Who knew Jeon Jeongguk could use his tongue like that and oh, you think, who knew anyone could use a tongue like that. It feels like being sent straight upon a cloud and it makes you feel like you could live the rest of your life being just like this: naked and utterly loved, desired, cherished.

His fingers are a nice surprise as his tongue swirls on your little mound again while his digits intrude your sex, stretching your walls so pleasantly you can’t help but sigh in response.

The lewd sounds your sex emits as he drags his fingers in and out of you make blood rush to your ears and arousal drip down your core further.

His two digits press inside of you, curling and scissoring until you are quivering at the edge of your release and it is in the exact moment you are about to snap that he retreats, an evil smirk atop his swollen glistening lips.

“J-Jeongguk,” you whimper out, your lips trembling at the sudden denial of your release and he simply shrugs his shoulders, a mischievous look on his beautiful features.

“You’re not allowed to come just yet, baby,” he mirrors your own words and you grunt in frustration, shooting him an offended look that he welcomes with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’m going to make you come very, very, soon” his voice lowers as he gets up from his position to kiss your lips and mix the taste of his mouth with the one of your pleasure. You find out it is not a combination you hate, in fact, it is quite endearing and if you could only taste one thing for the rest of your life, this would be a very nice choice.

“How long should I drag this, baby?” He asks, voice hoarse as he moves his hips towards yours, his erection gliding against your sex in a way that makes you shudder in pure anticipation, “Since we waited for two long years, how much more should I wait?” He keeps mirroring your words, teasing you with your own weapon but oh, had you overestimated your capability to resist a few moments ago.

“P-please,” you whimper out, arching your back to meet his sex and he grunts at the sensation, softly biting down your lobe in fain vengeance.

“Mh? You want something, baby?”

Oh, how he loves to be a tease. The very shy boy that was so nervous to confess his love has been completely replaced by this much more confident Jeongguk and it’s a stark difference that makes him all the more endearing.

His kisses turn to pecks along your jawline and down your neck and, even if you want to fight it and gain control back over the situation, you find yourself incapable of doing so and quickly crumble under his touch.

“Ye-s, I want you to fuck me, Jeongguk,” your voice trembles as you speak those lewd words but they do work wonders on your lover for he grunts and lifts you up with one swift movement.

Out of instinct, your legs anchor themselves between his back and you find yourself completely flushed against the tree and a part of you knows it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker once the adrenaline has died down and you find your ass scratched beyond repair but, as his length glides between your dripping folds, everything turns white and meaningless.

A sigh escapes his lips as he pushes his head inside of you, his gaze fixed on the way his cock starts to disappear past your folds and deep within you.

Your arms are locked behind his neck and you tug on his hair, forcing him to look into your eyes as he pushes himself deeper.

You have had sex before but everything feels different now. It feels like making love, true love, and it feels like this because it is Jeongguk and you have never felt like this for anyone else that wasn’t him, even if you desperately tried.

Looking right into his eyes with your noses brushing together almost brings tears to your eyes because you have never known a happiness quite like this one, right here.

“I love you,” you whisper on his lips and he smiles one of his precious smiles, his face quickly hiding in the crook of your neck so he can plant soft kisses there.

“I love you, too, more than I will ever be able to express.” His confession makes your heart leap into your chest and you hug him closer to your body, sighing as he pushes himself further within your sex as if it were a promise to cherish you and love you for all the years to come.

His eyes refocus on yours as he drags his length out of you to push himself in with one swift movement, relishing in the way your insides clench nicely around him, squeezing his cock in a way that is bound to make him come undone very quickly.

You did dream of this moment countless of times but even in your wildest imagination it never happened somewhere public, somewhere people could hear or see but God, does it feel absolutely perfect to just share this moment in this place, where it all began.

His pace is slow inside of you, aimed for you two to be able to savor this moment for as long as possible, even despite the undoubted burning desire that demands to be quenched within the both of you.

In the slow drag of his hips, you feel the wish to make this moment perfect and memorable so that you will forever remember this moment and cherish it deep in your heart.

The pleasure builds nicely between your legs even with his slow pace and you find yourself inching forward to kiss the tender skin of his jawline. His sighs are music to your ears and you relish in every single sound that comes from his delicious mouth.

Time has stretched and stopped all around you, losing its meaning until your eyes can catch on how the sky has turned leaden in the meantime.

It is with utter surprise that you register the sound of thunders coming from within the woods, clearly aiming towards the garden and furthermore to the sea.

When your eyes land on the sky again you catch glimpses of lightning fending its surface and then illuminating the little expanse of green and your bodies, still tightly tangled together.

At last, the rain arrives in a cold and strong pour that cools the flushed skin of your naked bodies.

“Fuck, we need to hurry,” he whispers atop your lips with urgency right before stealing them with a quick kiss.

Making love against a tree whilst looking into each others’ eyes, a languid pace set between your legs had seemed romantic and exciting but the raging storm all around you turns his pace faster and rougher.

You would have loved for the moment to last longer but as he starts battering your sex with all his strength, all his desperation, you find yourself tightening your grip around him to meet his pace with your hips.

“D-don’t stop,” you whimper, stuttering in what feels like a weird combination of pleasure and coldness.

The raindrops gather in your hair, on your eyelashes and atop his kissable lips and while seems to become heavier under its force you keep finding it impossible to pry your body away from his. Jeongguk breathes on your skin, his wet forehead touching yours and your heart leaps in your chest for right in this moment he is so utterly yours.

You moan for him as his lips attack your neck and he groans in response whilst lapping and sucking the raindrops gathered on your skin, right in the space between your clavicle and your shoulders.

The sounds of your intercourse fill the garden and not even the nature’s cries can’t conceal his pants against your neck nor the sound of his balls hitting your ass as he reaches deeper within you and not even the way your sex squelches around his cock. Somehow, the storm seems to work as an amplifier, turning the sounds greater and longer and the excitement building within your belly seems to turn into blazing fire.

“F-fuck, this won’t do,” he hisses in your ear and you are given almost no time to register the shift before your feet are suddenly hitting the ground and you are demanded to keep yourself standing again.

“Hold on to the tree, baby,” he instructs, his hands guiding your body until you are turned around, your eyes fixing on the infinite looking stretch of woods ahead rather than his lovely face.

A tiny drop of disappointment finds its way through the excitement for you desperately wanted to look into his eyes as he came but, that second of doubt and regret is quickly erased the moment is cock is lodged again within you, hitting your pleasure spot with such force your legs quiver.

You moan out loud for him, head tilting back and ass sticking out for him to grab and guide against his hips.

“Yes, just like that, baby girl.”

The little and quite endearing pet name that escapes his lips makes your insides twitch and your walls contract and oh, how nice his voice sounds as he grunts for you, taken aback by how tight your walls feel encompassing his cock.

You tilt your head backward, seeking his gaze so you can still watch pleasure morph his features and you take particular gratification in the way his mouth shapes into a perfect ‘o’ as you push into him, forcing his pace to speed up and meet your own.

Where once there was silence and soft whispers, little grunts and small pants now there are moans and mewls and smacks on your already battered ass cheeks.

“Baby, I’m so close,” he grunts as you walls squeeze around him again, your bottom lip trapped under your teeth in the effort to keep yourself stable whilst pushing into him.

“Will you come all over my pretty pussy?”

Your voice and words sound almost foreign to you, never before spoken in such a salacious tone but oh do they work wonders on his already rattled mind.

His digits turn almost bruising as they latch onto your hips, forcing you to stand still as he pounds into you faster and rougher and you almost lose your balance as the head of his cock focuses on your pleasure spot as if it were a target waiting to be shot down.

“Ungh, right there, Jeongguk,” you whimper out and if he were determined before, now hitting that one spot turns into a mission he has no intention to fail.

Pleasure is something you have experienced before this moment, you are not new to the concept of orgasm nor to how blissful it feels like yet, the sensation that builds inside of you, between your legs and up into your mind is something you have only imagined before, utterly desired yet never received.

Never until you are screaming and whimpering out his name, your legs quivering as the orgasm sweeps all thoughts aside and steals your breath and vision away.

You are barely aware of how your walls spasmodically contract around him or how his cock twitches inside of you until you feel his hips come to a halt and realize that it’s his hot seed that is filling you up to the brim.

When he pulls his length out of your soaked and swollen sex you can feel his cum trailing down your legs and you squeeze your thighs together, trying to hold on to the sensation of a part of him being held inside of you.

As the orgasm washes over you in slow tidal waves you feel your body relax because this is not a mere fragment of your imagination, all of this has not been a dream. Everything, you, him, your love, it’s all real and as you turn around to face him, his mouth is quick to seek your own and you kiss him back with all the bursting love inside of you that you are able to express.

The storm rumbles loud in your ears and as the downpour turns angrier you are made aware again of your setting and you’re forced to break away from the kiss, the coldness of the water almost unbearable now that you have nothing else to distract you.

You move as fast as you can, slipping inside your drenched clothes at the best of your abilities as hysterical laughter erupts from your mouth as you struggle to escape the storm’s clutches.

Jeongguk is quickly by your side, hugging your shoulders with one of his strong arms and, on his cue, you both run for your lives, seeking the warmness of a roof atop your heads.

The sun shines brightly up in the cerulean sky and you close your eyes for a moment,

Relishing in how the spring rays nicely warm up your skin.

It has been five months since your brother and Jeongguk have made their way back home and you are now standing in that same spot on the sand, looking at the sea with emotions that seem to mirror the ones from a few months ago: the fear of losing them to the sea and the hope of having them back soon inside your arms.

This time, though, you are not standing there to welcome them back but, instead, you are about to see them off.

Spitfire quietly sways in the harbor, waiting for its Captain orders to move onto greater adventures but Jeongguk is evidently not quite ready to leave just yet.

In fact, in his eyes you can read the uneasiness of his departure and, despite the glint of excitement you can still see shining there like it used to do at the prospect of grand journeys around the Seven Seas, you are sad to notice that the uncertainty is far more prominent.

Your brother takes your hand into his, giving it a little kiss as a promise to be back as quickly as he can and with a look to his best friend, he leaves to join the rest of the crew.

You have said your goodbyes last night, crying a little into his shoulder, and you have made a promise to both yourself and to him: you will not cry today.

You will not cry because tears would make it look and feel like an everlasting goodbye but this, this will be a “temporary leave”, as Jimin likes to call it.

Jeongguk is troubling his bottom lip with his teeth and you offer him a gentle smile, taking his hands into your own.

“Don’t make that face, love, you’re going to have so much fun all over the world,” you assure him, and truthfully, you speak those words to calm your heart as well, “And you will make many memories so you can tell me all about them when you get back.”

He chuckles lightly at your words, shaking his head as he finally looks into your eyes.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“So they say,” you retort, a knowing smile on your lips as you take a step closer to kiss the tip of his nose in that way that makes him giggle and, surely, it works this time as well and you relish in how cute his scrunched up face looks.

“I promise I’m coming back very soon,” he whispers once the mirth dies down and the seriousness of his departure falls between you with all its heavy intensity.

“I know, I trust you.”

“I wanted to return sooner last time too, but I also wanted to live free and make stupid decisions and all of that,” he laughs to himself as he recalls moments foreign to you that have shaped him in the man that he is today, “But this time I have an incentive to come back home sooner and I will, I promise on my heart.”

“Jeongguk,” you let go of his hands to cup his cheeks and lightly peck his lips a couple of times to both soothe him and imprint the taste of his mouth in your taste buds, “We’ve been through this already. You don’t have to worry about me and I won’t worry about you.”

You smile atop his cherry lips and he mirrors your expression, sighing deeply as he tries to let go of the foul feelings in his heart and the bad thoughts in his mind.

“Remember, this is not a farewell, this is just a tiny goodbye.”

His mouth seeks your own and you share your last passionate kiss for a very long time. Tongue and teeth and lewd sounds and sighs are all you can hear on the shore even though you know there are people around you, your father among them, and that they’re all probably looking at you. Still, you do not care.

“I love you so bloody much, Soohyun, don’t forget that, ok?”

“I won’t,” you smile, ruffling his hair like you used to do when you were both little kids and he was being stubborn or grumpy, “And I love you too, silly.”

He grumbles at your nickname for him but you know he secretly enjoys it for, once he starts walking away from you a big smile is spread on his lips and it warms your heart even if watching him leave stings a little still.

You watch him go until he disappears on the ship, yelling orders to his crew so that they can sail while the wind is still good, allowing them to leave Northern Claw and the dangers of its Sea.

You stand on your spot until Spitfire is nothing but a black dot in an expanse of infinite blue and it is only then that you let some tears fall on your cheeks because, despite putting on a strong facade, being without him feels like getting your lungs squeezed until all air is out and you cannot breathe in anymore.

You hear the Vast Sea roaring with its creatures lurking under its surface and your hands fly to your belly alongside with your gaze.

A small smile spreads on your lips and you lovingly caress your tummy in a way you believe to be soothing.

“Shh, let the Sea grumble all it wants, my love, when Dad is going to come back we will be ready for him and we will be strong enough, the both of us.”

Your eyes gaze back to the Sea as it did for years now and where once there was uncertainty and fear now there is only courage and faith in your own power. You are strong enough, you will be even stronger next time you’ll have to face the monsters because by then, you won’t be alone anymore.

Your daughter kicks excitedly inside of you and you smirk because you can already tell, she has her father’s temper.

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jikookssii · 5 years

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"Aah this cute thing ㅋㅋㅋㅋ"

We love a dork Jungkook jamming hard to his hyung's song. Loook how happy he is while meme-ing Jimin!🐰💗

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#jikook #jungkook #jimin #jeon jungkook #gguknet #gukknet #gukkie #ggukienet #meme #kookmin

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hoeseok · 5 years

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one happy boy 😃

#armiesnet #networkbangtan #ggukienet #gguknet #jjknet #jeonjungkook.net #jungkook #mine*#mine*gifs #bts #bangtan #btsgif #love yourself seoul dvd #preview

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kookiegguk · 6 years

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same energy (2017 / 2018)

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guktwt · 6 years

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jungoo is sleepy

#thebtsnetwork #btscreatorsnet #taeguknetwork #gguknet #jungkook #jungkook gif #bts #bts gif #m: gif #mine #my first try at giffing hhhgghhh i hate this

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jungkookienoona · 6 years

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The Arach (M)

|Masterlist|Ko-Fi|

Happy Birthday Jungkook!

Summary:

In a time of magic and gods. Of mythical creatures and sacrifices, you were to meet your fate. You were to be offered to the arach.

Genre: Smut, Celtic AU, Mythical/Supernatural, Crackish

Pairing: Dragon!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations, mentions of human sacrifice, claiming

Word Count: 6106

Vocab: tuath = tribe, ri = chief/king, fine = family, arach = dragon, filid = seer/soothsayers

For months the shadow of a great winged beast had passed over your tuath’s land, cows and sheep disappearing once every week since it’s appearance. Your father, the tuath’s ri, had sent your twin brother to fetch a druid once he caught wind of the first sighting.

You had been first in your tuath to see it, having been under the wing of the tuath’s bard for training. Just two more winters and your training would be complete.

You had been practicing the art of voice when the light of the midday sun was blocked, causing you to cast your gaze towards it. Your breath caught in your throat when golden scales shimmered in the day’s glow. Though hot on its tail were rolling dark clouds, thundering as they spread and trailed behind it. A storm. The beast had bought a storm with it. It wasn’t long before shouts filled the air, others finally noticing what was in the sky.

The sun was beginning it’s journey westward by the time your brother had returned with a druid in tow. The druid was bought into your father’s home to discuss the beast and its presence. As you were the first one to see the creature before the clouded sky obscured its silhouette, you had been allowed to join them. The priest was quick to tell you that the beast, the arach, was a good omen. One of fertile land and a good harvest as well bringing the power of mother earth with it since arachs were chosen by the gods to be the guardians of wisdom and the known world. And the fact it bought rain with it seemed to be further proof that the arach’s presence was a blessing.

The druid encouraged your father to make sure the arach stayed, and to make offerings; to turn a blind eye to any livestock that went missing and to send the beast sacrifices.

And so your father followed the advice given. He didn’t fuss over the odd sheep going missing, but when weapons and precious materials started disappearing, he started the practice of making sacrifices.

At first he sent the non-freeman, those who broke the tuath laws, only for them to return with heads bowed in shame and carrying a message:

“The arach wishes to be sent only young maidens who are of age but no younger than 18 winters.”

When word caught your ear of the demand, your stomach dropped. Yes, it was an honour to be sacrificed to a great being, but there was only few who fit the category of appropriate offerings. You were one of those few and since your father could not find you a willing suitor and your bard training soon to come to an end, it was highly likely you would be offered. Once you had finished your training, you would not be allowed to wed either. Your father and brother had been particularly desperate to find you a suitor before it was too late but all were driven away by your brash behaviour. A side effect of having no female figure in your life since your mother died in childbirth, just like the goddess Macha. A woman-turned-goddess who died while birthing twins, exhausted from being made to race against steeds by her husband.

You watched as once a month, a girl around your age would disappear into the forest, never to return. Then the day arrived. The day you were chosen for sacrifice. Your father had made a speech to the rest of the tuath about how it honoured him greatly to give up his only daughter to the arach. Your brother, on the other hand, pleaded for you to leave the tuath. To run to safety, even though it went against his own training as a soon to be druid himself. He could not bare to lose his only sister, his twin and other half. But you refused. Running away would bring a curse onto the tuath. You couldn’t let that happen. So with a heavy heart, your brother offered you the only protection he could offer: a prayer to Cernunnos before you entered the woodland to the east of your lands, to where the arach’s den laid.

“I don’t see why I need protection when crossing through the forest when the other sacrifices did not.” You complained while the elder women of your father’s fine fussed with your hair and clothing. You had to look presentable for your death.

They braided your hair, weaving freshly picked flora and beads into the intricacies they created. Designs that were memorized and passed down through generations. A torc adorned your neck, the gold resting heavily on your collar bones. As daughter of the ri, golden rings decorated your body. They proudly situated on your arms, wrists, fingers and ankles. You were dressed in purple floor length tunic, sleeves short as to showcase your golden bands. Intricate designs had been sown into the tunic in a lighter shade of purple while a simple gold chain girdle rested on your hips.

“It is Ostara, the day of the goddess Eostre, the animals and creatures are in rut. We need you to reach the arach untouched.”

You gulped, “Do… do you think I will remain untouched when I join mother in the Otherworld?”

Your brother placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, mindful of the hard work of the fine.

“Ask the filid when it is time for you to be offered. They will have the answer, I cannot see into the future.”

You stood in front of the forest, in the same place where the offerings before you had stood. The filid was beside you, a cloak around her shoulders, her hood down to show her painted face. The twisting patterns holding ancient meanings.

“Filid, may I ask, when I join my mother… will I be untouched?”

The filid gave you a gentle smile, “Do not worry about the Otherworld, arach silliin, you have the blood of Macha with you. It is time for you to meet your fate. Recite the prayer your brother gave you.”

With a shaky breath, you staightened your back, wishing your father would tell them to stop. You looked over to him only for him to give you a nod.

“G-God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my s-s-sacrifice.” Your focus went back to the forest, “I ask you for your blessing. You are the man in the trees, the green man of the woods, who brings life to the dawning spring.” A light began to shine within the foliage, “You are the deer in rut, mighty Horned One, who roams the autumn woods, the hunter circling round the oak, the antlers of the wild stag, and the lifeblood that spills upon the ground each season.” Your voice grew in confidence as it approached, “God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my sacrifice. I ask you for your blessing.”

From the light emerged an almighty stag.

The filid gave you a gentle push towards it, “Cernunnos has come to escort you. He gives you his blessing and accepts you as the tuath’s sacrifice.”

The stag lowered onto its front legs, as if bowing to you. You took tentative steps towards it and it gestured to its back, was it a silent command to hop on? Did the manifestation of the Lord of the forest really want you to ride it?

“Go on child of Macha, this is an honour only few get to have.” She took your hand and led you closer to the stag, helping to seat you on it’s back, “You are the daughter of the ri, silliin to the arach and child of the gods. This is your birthright.”

The filid untied a crown of flowers from her own girdle, placing it on your head with the utmost gentleness. And with that, the stag rose to it’s full height and turned away from your tuath. It took all your strength not to cry. You would be meeting your mother in the Otherworld soon enough.

The midday sun was at its peak, you were having difficulty staying awake. Until a soothing bartone filled your ears.

“We are there, daughter of Macha.”

“W-who said that?”

The stag turned it’s head to look at you as it continued forward, entering a clearing, “I did, child.”

That couldn’t be. There was no way Cernunnos was speaking to you through his avatar. The stag once again lower to allow you off its back. Though it did not leave. Instead, it lowered itself further to lay on the lush green grass in front of you.

“Why are you shocked? You are a daughter of Macha, descendant of a goddess from the Morrigan.”

You couldn’t have been more confused, “What d-do you mean?”

The stag tilted its head, apparently confused itself, “Do you not know of the blood that runs through your veins? The lineage you inherited from your mother?”

“She died in childbirth. I never met her.”

The stag nodded in… understanding?... “Only the filid must know of your bloodline then, since your mother came from a neighbouring tuath. Child, Macha was your mother’s mother’s mother.”

You were about to question the stag further when a great wind blew into the clearing, bellowing, as a shadow appeared over you. The arach had arrived. The arach had arrive and you had just found out your were a descendant of a goddess. You couldn’t die. Not now. You had so much more to learn.

You turned towards the beast as it descended into the clearing, golden scales shimmering, catching the light. Unbeknownst to you, the stag stood back up as the arach landed, the arach’s wings folded in as it bowed to the stag. And with that, the stag left back into the woods.

Lightning crackled around the beast, building up to a blinding degree before disappearing with a flash. There, before you, was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Long dark hair the colour of the skin from a ripe cherry framed his face, complimenting his aureate skin. Wide eyes, silver like the moon, took in your own features and his nose scented the air before his lips split into a toothy grin. Golden scales covered his shoulders and sides, leaving his undersides like his stomach uncovered… He was naked…

“My my, aren’t you the bejeweled one? You must be from a wealthy family. And from the purple gown… you’re royalty in your tuath. The ri’s daughter perhaps?”

Even his voice sounded gorgeous. Why did death have to greet you like this? Couldn’t it have stayed as a giant beast?

“A… Are you the arach?”

“No shit. You just saw me transform. And I have a name. It’s Jungkook.”

Jungkook…

As hard as you tried your eyes kept wandering downwards. Sure you had seen the warriors of your tuath bereft of clothing but none were as attractive as the creature that was approaching you in slow measured steps. Jungkook appeared to be sizing you up.

“Could you m-maybe cover up? The only man I should see like this is my future husband.”

Jungkook laughed, his eyes gleaming deviously, “You are here to be sacrificed, maiden, there is no future husband for you.”

A furious anger made itself known inside of you as he mentioned your lack of a future.

“I am not ‘maiden’. I am Y/N of Cauci. My father is the ri of the tuath, and my mother's lineage is of the great goddess Macha. You will not kill me and you will stay on my tuath’s land.”

“Kill you? I don’t plan on killing you, my little demi-god. If I wanted a dead sacrifice, I would’ve asked for a grand ceremony, a public spectacle.”

Silence filled the space between you as Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with mirth. You weren’t going to die… but if that was the case…

“What happened to those before me?”

He smiled, surprising you with how… human… his teeth looked. You were expecting rows upon rows of daggers, like a lynx.

“They’re safe. I delivered them to different tuaths. A person rejected by an arach is dishonoured, an omen. A person gifted by an arach is treated with respect.”

You took Jungkook’s word for it and breathed a sigh of relief. Arach’s didn’t lie after all. The other girls were safe… Did that mean the same for you? Would you be taken across the land only to be dropped at some other tuath’s land? No longer the Ri’s duaghter, your training as a bard abandoned? Would you be forced to marry?

It was strange how easily you accepted the prospect of all this earlier when you thought you were facing death. But now you knew that death wasn’t what the deities had planned for you… You’re chest began to constrict.

“So… so… You’re going to make me leave my home behind… for the sake of my honour?”

Jungkook scoffed, seemingly having closed the space between you while you were caught in thought. His hand coming up to cup your chin, eyes staring into your own, amusement swimming within them.

“Little demi-god, your honour is mine. I’m making you leave your home because it is the fates will. Why else would you be bought to me by Cernunnos during Ostara?”

You blinked up at him as the pieces began to fit together in your head. Ostara, the time beasts and animals alike went into rut… An arach asking for maidens of age… He was looking for a suitable partner to state his needs.

You took a step away from him, “Do you honestly believe I’d let you… lay with me?!”

Jungkook looked taken aback, clearly thinking you wouldn’t question fate’s will. You crossed your arms as he shook his head, that smirk of his returning.

“Maybe I was too… arrogant… I’ll be as clear as possible. We, you and I, are tied by fate. I am of age and have been searching for my life mate. My silliin.” He took a tentative step forward to once again close the distance. “I knew I had found where they were when flying above your tuath. I could smell them. But I couldn’t tell who it was. From the scent I knew they were a maiden of age.”

Your eyesbrows drew together. The filid and Cernunnos had referred to you as silliin. Had this been what they meant?

“And… You think I’m her?”

His tongue snuck out, wetting his lips, “I know it is you.” He leant forward, towards your neck, and sniffed, “Definitely you.”

Fate sure had a strange sense of humour. The daughter who couldn’t find a suitor was destined to be the life mate of an arach. AN ARACH… A gorgeous one at that…

“Why should I accept you?”

He straightened up to look down at you, concerned and uncertain, “Because you want me? The spice of your arousal is colouring your scent so deliciously.”

You huffed, “At least others tried to court me-”

“Arach’s don’t court. In fact, this is the closest to courtship you’ll get from my kind. My mother literally spotted my father and swooped down, carting him off to her home.”

Your jaw dropped and he chuckled, arms sneakily wrapping around you.

“Will you accept me, my little demi-god? I can provide you with shelter, food, protection… freedom to see the world if that is your desire. And in return all you need do is be the mother of my children.”

Fear crept into your veins, travelling to your heart and constricting your throat. None of the women on your mother’s side had survived childbirth from what you knew. It was always twins and certain death.

“I-I- I’ll die-die if I-”

He cut you off by pressing you to him, “Can you feel it? My heart beat? Once we consummate our joining, we’ll share it. Your heart will beat with mine for as long as I live. Don’t be afraid, Y/N of Cauci.”

And you could feel it. Strong against your own chest, already beating in time with your own erratic one. He was just as afraid as you. Though he was afraid of rejection, you were afraid of dying.

You barely noticed how close his face had drawn to yours, too caught up in his silver eyes that grew darker the longer you stayed pressed up to him. Well, you barely noticed until he spoke again, his lips brushing against yours, sending tingling sparks across them.

“Will you accept me? I need your answer.”

What was the point in rejecting him? You no longer had a fine you could return to. At least he offered you a choice on how you would proceed in life.

"I lost everything as soon as I was chosen to be a sacrifice, I have nothing more I can lose.”

You heard what sounded like a faint whine, like the arach was distressed by your words.

"Accept me and you don't have to lose everything. I'll remain by your tuath. You can still go see them. My mark on you will let them know you are not dishonoured."

You didn’t have to lose everything. Your brother’s face flashed before your mind’s eye. With that thought in mind, you gave him your answer.

“I… I accept-”

His lips were on yours in an instant, lightning suddenly coursing through you in place of the fear that once gripped you. Was this what all kisses felt like? Cause you could’ve gotten addicted to them. The building heat radiating from him was seeping through your tunic, contrasting the chill of the spring air against your back.

You were the one to break the kiss, panting for breath as more sparks spread through you where his hands ran up your back and down your sides, making quick work of your girdle. The metal snapping under his strength.

“Say it again, I won’t interrupt you this time.”

His eyes had turned pitch black save for a few flecks of silver that survived, making it seem like the night sky was trapped in his gaze, much like you were.

“I accept you… Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes slid shut as he visibly shivered, taking a deep breath before opening them again.

“You won’t regret this, I promise.”

He then proceeded to rip your tunic down the front. Didn’t he know how expensive purple dye was?! And exposing you to him with no hesitation either? The nerve. One arm flew up to cover your breasts while the other shot downwards to cover your most intimate area. But he paid you no mind, taking the remains of your tunic and laying it out on the grass beside you. It’s not like he wasn’t affected by your nakedness if the hardness between his legs was anything to go by. You’d admit to being confused by his actions.

At least you were until he patted the material he had lain on the ground, “Care to join me down here, Vahdin?”

You took a moment to truly look at him. How the breeze gave his long tresses life. How his scales caught the sun and glittered like jewels. A creature that was indeed blessed by the gods themselves yet nothing like how legend described. No tale ever told to you, that you learnt from the current bard, mentioned an arach taking human form. Heat built in your chest and spread up your neck, to your cheeks and settled on your ears. From his beauty or his simple act of attentiveness, you didn’t know.

Taking tentative steps towards him, you stopped once your feet were on the rich fabric. Slowly, you lowered onto the remnants of your clothing, still covering yourself with your arms.

“Do… Do you want me to remove my jewelry?”

He shook his head, “They’re a sign of your status. That would be like asking me to cut my hair.”

You gave him a quizzical look.

“I’ll explain it later. We’ll have all the time in the world to learn about each other.” He reached up and removed the flower crown from atop your head. You were surprised it had stayed on at all. “Let’s focus on the now. The offering of each others bodies.”

“Ha-have you done this before?”

He chuckled, “Of course not. My body is for you, my silliin, and you alone.”

You were taken aback by his gentleness as he gripped your wrist and moved the arm covering your breasts away. His eyes widened, reminding you of the forest animals when they caught sight of a human. But that wasn’t the case with him. His eyes didn’t hold fear. They held reverence. Taking in the details of you at his leisure. He muttered things to himself in a language you did not know. Did arach have their own tongue? One word you did understand - Lugh.

His hands travelled to your breasts, cupping them delicately, “Soft. So soft. I’ve been blessed with such a fine mate.”

“Fine? Am I simply fine?”

His eyes snapped towards yours, a playful smile on his lips, “You’re more than fine. I would say you’re perfect but I’d like to see and feel all of you before I decide.”

Your free hand went to his chest, marvelling at it’s firmness and the difference in texture from skin and scale. Both gave way under the pressure of your hand. But where his skin was soft yet firm, his scales were rough yet smooth.

“Do you even know how to… to…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence but he seemed to catch on to your question.

His cheeks were dusted rose, a first for the confident arach, “I’ve stumbled across humans… mating on my travels searching for you. And my father explained the male side of things, my mother explained the arach side.”

You remembered coming across amorous couples A-maying during Beltane when you had gone herb picking in the forest for your brother. The memory made your own cheeks colour.

“O-oh. Is it different for arach?”

Jungkook coaxed you to lay back, his hands having moved to your shoulders, “We… uh… we mate for life. We show that bond through a claiming mark-”

“Like a marriage knot?”

“...I have no idea what that is.”

You blinked up at him, “You… don’t know… what a marriage knot is?” He avoided eye contact, choosing to once again focus on your breasts, massaging them under his palms. “It’s uh… um… stop distracting me… it’s what’s-ah! What’s tied around the hands of those who want to be paired for life.”

He stopped tweaking your nipples to look at you in confusion, “They spend the rest of their lives literally tied together?”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. It just slipped out. And once it did you couldn’t stop it.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re only tied together in the ceremony. After the hand-fastening has been done they exchange and wear rings that act as proof of their union.”

“So humans have two types of marking? One temporary and one permanent?” You nodded as he traced a pattern onto your stomach, “Arach only have one way of marking. It is forever and is etched into skin with our lu. It’s part of the mating process.”

“Oh…” You were feeling somewhere between shocked and awkward, “Will… will it hurt?”

His hands traveled even lower to rest on your hips, his head coming down to settle on your breasts, looking up at you, “No. It won’t feel good or bad. My dad said his mark felt like someone was blowing a design onto his stomach. Which makes sense since my mother is an arach of the wind.”

“What kind of arach are you?”

“I am an arach of lightning, blessed by Lugh himself.”

“So how will your mark feel?”

Jungkook smirked at that question, mischief in his eyes, “Probably like this.”

With that he turned his head and captured one of your nipples between his lips, tongue sweeping across, sending tingles through you. You gasped and instinctively arched into him, fingers twining into his cherry locks, to pull him closer or push him away, you did not know. Your grip tightened when his teeth grazed along the stiffening bud, a small noise of… approval rumbling in his throat. To your embarrassment you felt your own body reacting to it, heat pooling in your stomach and becoming a sticky wetness between your thighs. You had felt this before so it was not unfamiliar but before this moment you only knew the sensation from heated dreams and the sweaty mess you’d wake up as.

He released the pebbled bud with a lewd pop, gaze travelling southward as his nose twitched, “Fuck. You’re like this already?” He groaned, “So wet for me, from my touch. Zu'u nox rah tol vorohah hi fah zey.”

You didn’t have the chance to ask him what he had just said as his hand that had been resting on your hip trailed a path of sparks to your core. His fingers pressed against your slit then swiped upwards, flicking the little pleasure nub you had down there. (You knew it was something that made you feel good, but you did not know if it had a name.) Jungkook lent back, making sure you had a good view of him as his bought his essence covered fingers to his mouth, tongue slipping out to sample you before lightly groaning and sucking on his fingers. Something warm dripped onto your thighs, distracting you from his little display. Your eyes flicked down to the spot, coming upon a small translucent puddle of white there. Another drip. You retraced it fall to… the arach’s hard red cock. Curiosity led your actions as one of your own hands left his shoulders to swipe your index finger through the little puddle. You found yourself rubbing the substance between your finger and thumb, feeling the consistency before copying Jungkook’s actions.

Your nose scrunched up at the salty taste and slimy texture, making a mental note never to let that stuff come near your mouth again. Jungkook tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“Why did you do that?”

“I-I was copying you. Why did you?”

He chuckled and leant down to nuzzle his cheek against your own, “I did it to double check you were fertile. Your scent gives a small indication but the only true way for me to know is to get a taste of you.”

“I-I-Is it important that I am?”

He sat up and shook his head, “Not for the bonding. But it is Ostara, remember.”

You paled. Having just found out you were a descendant of Macha, who ruled over fertility amongst other things, it was more than likely you would end up with child after the bonding. You prayed to the gods that the arach was right in saying you wouldn't die in childbirth.

Jungkook offered you a gentle smile, a hand coming up to caress your cheek as if to brush away your worries, “Breathe, Vahdin, everything will be alright.”

His other hand grabbed your ankle to reposition one of your legs over his shoulder before positioning his member at your core. His tongue once again swiped across his lips as he leant down to capture your own in a heated kiss. Those addicting sparks coursing through you intensified as he pushed himself into your heat, stretching you out on him, taking your maidenhood. It created a dull ache, almost like a slow growing burn but his lips moving against yours, tongue asking for entrance, distracted you until he was fully sheathed.

You broke the kiss with a shaky gasp, your body adjusting to the foreign object buried deep inside you, sparks tingling from your connection. Panting drew your attention to the male above you. His arms were shaking, brows furrowed in concentration. He seemed more affected than you.

“Shit… so hot… so tight.” He groaned, “I want to fuck you so bad… Please tell me I can.”

“J-j-just give me… a moment. You’re bigger than my fingers.”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically large, “You’ve touched yourself? Fuuuuck~”

His hips rolled forward, grinding against yours, the friction it created making you both moan in pleasure. The motion had caused him to brush against somewhere in your core that felt so good you involuntary clenched around him.

“Fuck! Lugh... give me strength... “ Jungkook took a deep breath and let out a strangled groan as you wrapped your free leg around his waist, pushing him further into you, “Why did you have to be the descendant of a goddess who rules over sex magik?”

If you weren’t so focused on how he felt and how his pelvis rubbed against that special nub, you would’ve asked him what the fuck he meant. But, lucky for him, you were thoroughly distracted. Everywhere your skin touched his had sparks flying through you. Something aside from pleasure began to build inside of you. A type of pressure. One beside the release you had known from your alone time.

What the? What was happening?

You noticed that the leg strewn over Jungkook’s shoulder was glowing red like a fire. Though you did not have a moment to dwell on this as the arach shifted, pressing ever closer to you, sweat dripping as you felt the slight scratch of his scales.

The pressure releases, causing you to scream in ecstasy, drowning out the utterances of the arach as a hand pressed into your stomach, what felt like lightning spreading out from his touch to encompass you.

Everything turned black.

You awoke in a place entirely unfamiliar, on plush animal pelts, torches keeping the cold and dark at bay. Aching, you sat up, pausing to note how much… lighter you felt. Strange. Looking around you realised you were in a cave but it was littered with things such as gold, jewelry, cured meats, weaponry and clothing items. The bard had told you stories of places like these, passed to him by those who did not follow the same gods as your people. Those who stole from arach and lived to tell the tale. This was a den.

Memories from before you fell unconscious resurfaced in your mind. You had sex with an arach. The Arach! You looked down to find intricate blue markings adorning your stomach in a design that was actually familiar to you. It was a ceremonial marriage knot. A sign of your union.

It really did happen.

You had agreed to spend your life with Jungkook.

But that wasn’t the only thing adorning your skin. You had scales! Golden scales! What in the fuck? They were on the outer parts of your arms and thighs, your calves covered but your stomach and inner thighs bare.

“You’re awake then now, dii mal hef ekrah.” Jungkook drawled with a smug smirk, appearing from behind a huge pile of clothing, somehow still naked.

You hastily covered yourself with one of the pelts, “What happened to me?”

The arach plopped down beside you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“It appears you became connected with your divine heritage. You even have Macha’s fiery hair now. Happened after you became all glow-y and passed the fuck out while cumming on my dick.”

Your cheeks heated at his crude wording. You didn’t dwell on it for long though, grasping a handful of your hair to find that it really had changed. This made no sense. What was going on? Where you put under some kind of trickery magic? Was this real?

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” You whispered in utter disbelief.

Jungkook laughed, “As much as I’d love to, I remember a certain maiden making a big fuss about courting.” He held out a bundle of fabric you hadn’t noticed before. “Put this on and I’ll take you back to your tauth.”

You were confused.

“Why?”

“So I can court you, hefhah.” He rolled his eyes at you, “Macha would skin me alive if I did wrong by you.... But not only that. It’s what you wanted and as my equal, dii vorey hef, what you deserve.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden. You were going home. You were going to see your fair and brother. The arach was keeping to what he said, you didn’t have to lose anything. Grateful, you took the blood red fabric from him, struggling to dress yourself while still covering your nakedness.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, silliin, no need to hide that body of yours from me, let me admire my handy work.”

You blinked owlishly at him, “Your handy work? I thought this was from being a daughter of Macha; apart from the mark on my stomach.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “The hair and glowing was Macha’s lu. The scales are from my lu too. It’s a side effect of it at least.”

Oh. That made sense. Sort of.

“We’re courting, you can’t see me naked until I say so.”

True to his word, Jungkook returned you to your village, taking his human form again once your feet were safely on the ground. Your tuath was confused at first, not recognising you, but an explanation from the filid about your change in appearance soon had them understanding. She was the first to welcome you back with an embrace, followed swiftly by your brother and finally your father himself.

You and Jungkook lived separately after that, he in his den and you in your roundhouse. He would come to visit you at least once a week, bringing the life giving rain with him along with gifts to win your affections. Gifts ranging from instruments and jewelry to weaponry and thick clothes made of toughened animal hide. Clothes that were put to good use when you insisted on sparing with him, all members of tuath could defend themselves in armed combat, you weren’t about to let your skills get rusty because your monthly cycle had stopped. You were the descendant of a war goddess afterall.

After 7 moon cycles, when your stomach had grown large and round, Jungkook had found a place for himself in your heart. The arach was loyal, protective and kept to his word. He did his upmost to make you happy. Though it was his smile that made you fall for him, how it made him look like a hare. And so you finally agreed to live with him in his den, officially bringing the courtship to an end. Well it would’ve done if he hadn’t insisted on a human marriage ceremony.

You went into labour during the 9th moon cycle since your bonding to Jungkook. Terror swimming through your veins as painful contractions started getting ever more frequent. You were led on a bed of fresh pelts, Jungkook wiping sweat drench strands away from your face.

“You can do this, lokaal, just breathe. You’re going to be alright.”

You whined in distress, “But what if… w-what I l-leave them like h-h-how my mu-ah! Mum left me~!”

That was you biggest concern, at first it had been the thought of death, but that had been replaced with the fear of abandoning your children.

You gripped his hand as you wailed in agony. You couldn’t die. You couldn’t leave them. You prayed to the gods that you would make it through this. You prayed Jungkook’s words were truth and not mere assumption.

Dread caused your stomach to sink when a lone raven flew into the den. The marker of those soon to die. Oh god no. Please no.

“Don’t fear my child, I am here to help.” The raven spoke, like Cernunnos many moons ago except feminine in tone.

Before your stinging eyes the raven transformed into a red-haired woman donning a cloak of black feathers. It was Macha. The goddess Macha, herself, had come to aid you in birthing. Your prayers were answered.

“Took you... long enough... to stop your... lineage from dying...” You got out between pants.

The goddess sent you a sombre look, “Most died before I could reach them.”

Well now you felt bad.

It wasn’t long after her arrival that two beautiful arach babies were held by mother and father, the small tuffs of hair a mix of their mother’s fiery red and father’s ripe cherry. Their scales were not golden like their parents, one was ocean blue while the other was lavender purple. Both were girls and for the first time in generations, daughters got to know a mother’s love.