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I found this last night (‼️NSFW LINK‼️) and istfg it 🥴🥴🥴
TW: pegging with horse cock dildo
#he sounds like jungkook and its fucking ruining me#all i can think of is one of my kooks getting pegged like this omfg bye#i genuinely cant decide which one i want to do this to like ogc aaol or sanguis kook??? hello????#prn collection#thirsty thursday
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What you need | 01
Synopsis: everybody needs, but how do you define need?
Do you even know what you need.
Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn.
Jungkook x reader.
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The last thing you’d want to being doing while going through a break-up, is walking into this building and putting more energy, which you don’t have, into pretending like you’re okay.
When you’re in fact not.
You have to deal with a raging hangover, because you thought it would be a great idea to drown your misery with some alcohol. All night long. loneliness has its gross skinny little fingers around you.
This break-up is fucking you up sideways. If not in all ways.
‘’what happened to you?’’ your head throbs harder at the sound of that heavy voice.
‘’what do you want?’’ you murmur out and your fingers get to work with rubbing your temples.
‘’i wanna know what happened to you?’’ you know his question is far from caring or interested in your well being.
Your tiny office feels more claustrophobic with the way he just seems to hover over.
‘’look hoseok, I’m a little out of it today’’ you don’t even stare at him ‘’so i can’t provide you with any witty comeback, sorry’’
For a split, single particle of light second; he feels bad for you. But then he remembers:
‘’whether you’re in or out of it, you’ve got work.’’ He slaps a file on your table ‘’get working’’
You know hoseok is one of your headaches and he always proves how he’s so great at it.
You stare at your desk as your head pounds with another problem.
You’ve stayed so long at this desk you can draw every inch of it from memory. And you’d be a master at adding the little cracks, dents and scratch details. Plus every memory of hoseok’s nagging witty remarks linger in this office area everymoment.
You really want a new office. And you day when you do get one, you’ll make sure hoseok never visits it and contaminates it with his presence.
Urgh
You groan as you pick up the file he’s just given you. This headache’s probably gonna kill you before you get a chance to.
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‘’well, well well’’ jungkook rolls his eyes ‘’look who decided to come to work today’’
‘’good morning Isabel, you didn’t have to do all this but i appreciate the warm welcome’’ jungkook spits out sarcastically in a sing-song voice.
Isabel scoffs.
‘’is your mother feeling better now?’’
‘’what are you talking- oh’’ jungkook catches himself, but it’s too late.
‘’oh my gosh i knew it’’ she declares ‘’you’re such a liar’’ she lets out a soft chuckle.
‘’i knew you weren’t asking for a day off cause your mother was sick’’
‘’how could you have known that’’ jungkook says taking off his shirt and Isabel can’t help but ogle.
‘’i just know’’ she folds her arms over her chest, her long straight hair getting caught in her arms.
‘’why didn’t you tell me you needed a day off, you don’t have to lie’’ she stops herself from licking her lip in fear of ruining her red lips.
‘’you know i can do that for you’’
Jungkook grins as he pulls up his work suit pants. It would’ve been uncomfortable if jungkook wasn’t used to Isabel being around while he got dressed. He secretly believes she does it on purpose to be in the dressing room when he’s getting dressed.
‘’well i did cause a friend needed me, i doubt those grounds stand for a day off’’ he finally just says it knowing she won’t do anything about it.
She hums ‘’which friend?’’
‘’does it matter?’’ he throws a white tee over his head.
It doesn’t, but she just wanted to know if her thoughts are right.
‘’YN’’
She only hums, her perfectly tweezed eyebrows rising. He can’t decipher what the meaning of it but it doesn’t matter. She’s heard your name from him but never seen you, he talks so fondly of you she’s just so curious to meet you.
‘’okay then get to work making up for the day you missed. A client’s coming in with his car’’
Jungkook already knows cause said client called him a million times to find out where he was.
‘’so about asking for a day off...’’ jungkook puts on his best charming smile.
‘’it’s not gonna happen jeon’’ she turns to walk away. But not without biting her inner cheek, if she was staring at jungkook she would fold.
‘’what happened to the ‘you know i can do that for you’ ‘’ she blushes.
‘’it’s never gonna happen. Not today at least’’ she whispers the last part.
Jungkook laughs and licks his lips as he watches her walk away. Sometimes it was fun coming to work.
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‘’and that’s why this model’s perfect for you and your family’’ you walk around the car to the open door. ‘’you can place up to three car seats in the back’’ you stretch you arm to point and direct your client’s eyes to where you want them to be.
You stare at her blank face and you know she’s not convinced. But that’s your job; to convince and sale.
‘’if you’re worried about clean up, the interior material is one; even liquids. vacuum away from clean and the seats are wipeable’’
‘’actually the carpet, does not stain’’ you add.
‘’oh that’s really nice, cause my kids are messy when it comes to food.’’ She laughs and you laugh as well.
Most of the time you laugh only because you have to. You hear the same things every day and speak to the same type of people everyday. You know every type of person that walks through those glass doors.
‘’i think I’ve heard enough, I’m convinced’’
‘’i’ll take the car’’ those words are like music to your ears and medicine for your headache.
‘’Great, then let me just get the papers ready’’
This was one of the reasons you liked and preferred to work with women, they’re are easy to convince when it comes to buying a car and are great listeners to what you say. Unlike men who just want to argue and question your knowledge on cars. It always makes you laugh when you see them try and show you that they know more than you (not that they do, you’ll always one-up them)
And in all fairness women loved to work with you cause they know they can trust a woman. And men only want to work with you to put you down and ogle at you.
Even hoseok knew this and that’s why he always gives you female clients. You’re shocked he doesn’t give you only males just to piss you off. If you never knew him well you’d think he had a heart.
You’re walking back to your desk when you see hoseok approach you from the corner of you eye.
‘’You don’t need to worry i sold the car’’ you say not stopping in your tracks.
‘’im not worried i knew you would’’
You pause.
‘’is that a compliment Mr Jung’’
He doesn’t respond but that doesn’t stop you from swimming in his rarely spoken compliments.
‘’what do you want? it’s lunch time’’ you go back to your bickering tone.
He stares at his watch.
‘’are you having your lunch from outside of the office’’
‘’yeah, why?’’ you pick up your purse. He knows you always have lunch from outside of the office, so why is he asking.
‘’i have a very important client to give you’’
You really wanna go out and have lunch, cause even though it doesn’t seem like it you still have a headache. But if hoseok said he had an important client for you, then he did.
You honestly need important clients right now.
‘’can it wait for after lunch’’
Hoseok let’s out a bitter chuckle.
‘’this client doesn’t live in Seoul. So he doesn’t have the time to wait’’
He? Ugh.
Who is he for hoseok to be kissing up to him so bad.
‘’if you really want that promotion as bad as you say you do, you’re gonna take him nooow.”
He drags out the last word.
He says it so eagerly that now you have to rethink your lunch routine.
Lunchtime is the main time you get in the week to actually see jungkook, since you’re both so busy. It’s like a little routine you both have; helps you spend more time together.
But now you have to reconsider it. jungkook would understand though, since you’ve got a promotion on the line.
‘’yn? Do you want this or not. If not i can-‘’ hoseok presses but a deep hallow voice steps in.
‘’hoseok let her go for lunch, i can wait’’
You both turn and your eyes are met with the most glorious figure of a man you’ve ever seen.
Tall, beefy and muscular. When you stare at hoseok, in question, you can swear he’s ogling too.
Wouldn’t blame him so are you. This man is fine.
‘’Namjoon, you don’t have t-‘’
‘’please, i can move my flight. Let her have lunch’’ your eyes meet as he ends his sentence. You skedaddle your gaze to another part of the room, avoiding his eyes. and your teeth immediately meet your inner upper lip.
You’re not the best at eye contact, it makes you nervous cause it feels like the person can see all the little things you’re keeping secret.
Namjoon smirks as he walks out, ‘’I’ll be waiting when you get back’’
Hoseok doesn’t say or look at you before he’s out too.
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‘’fuck inishiwekfuoaovw’’
You furrow your brows at a jungkook stuffing his face.
‘’what the fuck are you saying’’ you chuckle out.
He swallows.
‘’ i said, i’ve been thinking this the whole day’’ you wouldn’t have guessed that’s what he was saying.
‘’ i assume you’re talking about your lunch’’ you take a bite of your own, your eyes on jungkook as he lifts his gaze.
If you finish this meal it would be the first full meal you’ve eaten since yunho.
‘’i mean i’ve been thinking about lunch with you too’’ he stares at you from under his eyelashes with wide eyes.
You can't help but smile.
You give him a once-over and can tell by his tan skin he’s been in the sun.
‘’did you carry your sunscreen?’’
He gasps ‘’shit, i forgot. Is my tan obvious” you give him a yes-no nod.
‘’but it looks good’’ you mumble out.
‘’you like it?’’ he lowers his eyes at you and gives you a cheeky smile.
‘’i mean i don’t hate it.’’ Your eyes run across his skin, jungkook can feel your eyes on his skin.
You release a cough, to reset the air. You like it, you won’t say to not give him a bigger head.
‘’i think i should get going’’ jungkook furrows his brows at you then over at your plate.
‘’you haven’t finished your food though ’’ he warns.
‘’i have someone waiting for me at the office, so-‘’ you dare to explain.
‘’-so they can wait until you finish your food. Plus you still have time to eat’’ he points to the clock in the restaurant. You’ve only been here for fifteen minutes.
‘’kook it’s an important client’’ you whine.
‘’and i understand that, but i know you haven’t been eating’’ jungkook sits back in his chair. You have no argument to give, you both know that he’s right. So, you stay silent.
‘’have you?’’ he questions even though he knows he’s right.
‘’jungkook that’s not the point’’ you roll your eyes.
‘’sit down and eat’’ he demands, ’’please’’
he pleads.
You can’t say no, especially with his pleading doe eyes. So you sit and try to finish your food.
You know that he’s doing this cause he cares about you and wants to make sure you’re doing well. But it makes it just much harder to wallow in your misery when he’s baby-ing you
‘’what’s so important about this client anyways’’ he goes back to stuffing his face, the taste of the food encapsulating his taste buds once more.
You hear jungkook speak over your internal turmoil about having to down this food.
‘’hoseok told me its a chance for me to up my chances on a promotion’’ you say informingly. When you actually put your mind to eating the scent of the food causes your stomach to growl. It's savoury taste makes you internally moan as you take it in. Food actually tastes good when you put your mind to it.
‘’Bunny that’s great” he cheers. “Why don’t you sound exciting though’’
You glare at him, ‘’cause you’re forcing me to eat.’’ You’re glad he made you made cause it taste like heaven.
‘’don’t be a baby.’’ He runs his teeth over he’s lower lip.
‘’im not being a baby’’ you mumble out as you pout and prove his point.
Jungkook doesn’t respond and instead watches you eat. His eyes soften at the sight of your cheeks stuffed with food. He knows there’s only so much he can do to help you get over yunho. But whatever he can do he will do, just to see that smile you have on your right now; many more times. He watches you look out the window, and the sun hits you beautifully. And he can’t help but gawk.
‘’what?’’ you smile at doe eyed jungkook, who can’t seem to move his gaze from you.
He shakes his head. ‘’nothing’’ he turns back to his food, the smile not leaving his face.
You roll your eyes. Jungkook’s smile would’ve widened if he saw that. He loves teasing you.
You both appreciate how your friendship has developed from you two avoiding each other and then finally finding comfort in each other’s presence. Jimin really had a tough time getting you two to talk, you’re behaving like two high schoolers he said in his own words. Yes you were but it was more like two high schoolers who’ve never even looked at each put on a class project. But now you’re eating lunch together because you can’t stop talking. You wouldn’t stop being friends with him for anyone.
‘’i forgot to tell you i found a date for you?’’
Jungkook groans at that. He’d hoped you’d forgotten, but you seem more determined than ever.
He gives you a displeased looked.
‘’don’t give me that’’
“if you want me to go on a date, then you’ll have to come watch me train” he declares proudly.
“in what? Boxing?” your brows draw together. Is he actually trying to get you to watching him box.
“Yeah” he hums out enthusiastically.
“Nope” you deadpan.
“Then I’m not going ”
You narrow your eyes at him and he gives you a mischievous smile.
“I’ll see.”
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THE GENTLEMEN DAY THIRTY-EIGHT
Genre: f!reader x bts, smut | 18+ | 12.9k words
Warning: smut, pegging, threesome, oral sex, cockwarming, dom/sub scenes, fighting, mxmxf, orgy (kind of) lots of angst
A/N: this is my longest ever chapter for anything and I’m super nervous about it because I’ve never write from one of the members povs in a story, I feel like I messed up and I’m really sorry if this wasn’t up to your standards. I’ll keep working hard to write something you can enjoy. Also I’d like to credit @jhobiwan for some amazing prompt ideas, I wonder if you can guess what one I’ve used here? Also a massive dedication to @chasing-dreamers for being such an amazing reader. 💜
P.S confessionals are open!
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Yoongi watched Jimin for a while, always being the first awake had its perks. Like the first shower, the quietness but his favourite part was the way he could watch those he loved without them knowing, much like now with a grin across his lips he places a kiss on Jimins forehead. Covering the other with the sheet before slipping out of the bed.
He preferred his showers alone, the water hitting the floor, the steam fogging the room, it was like having a mental break. A moment where worries didn’t exist yet despite that he never dragged them out, wanting to be as efficient as possible.
He doesn’t spend an awful lot of time looking in the mirror, still, he admired the way the bright mint green of his hair had faded into a lighter shade. He had to give Jin his props, he loved it.
As usual, he chose comfort over fashion, pulling on a pair of loose black pants and a black long-sleeve shirt, only deciding to put socks on when he felt a coldness around his legs.
He threw his dirty clothes in the laundry, making his way to the kitchen. What was usually a silent room at this time was clearly occupied, the unmistakable sound of hushed moans filling the space. He peered around the corner, mouth watering at the sight.
Namjoon had Jungkook against the wall, holding the younger up as he fucked into him. Jungkook had his head against the other's shoulder, occasionally lifting his head to peck a kiss to namjoons neck. He holds back a snort at the way their pants are halfway down their legs, although desperate times call for desperate measures.
Yoongi jumps as an arm pulls him from his trance, Jin's soft hands around his waist. “he’s beautiful isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Hyung” The doctor swallowed hard.
“How do you feel watching our baby get fucked?.” The sound of Seokjins gravelly voice sent a shiver down his spine. “Keep watching him.”
“It - good.” Yoongi summarised, his voice no more than a whisper. “I want to take him apart.”
“H-Hyung.” Jungkook interrupted with a moan, his head thrown back against the wall. “G-gonna cum.”
Seokjin hand came down to rub Yoongis cock through his pants. “Look at you already getting hard. I want to watch you ruin Jungkook and then I want to ruin you.”
“You couldn’t ruin me Hyung, I’d have you bent over moaning long before that.” Yoongi shoved back, forcing seokjin to hit the wall.
Jungkooks eyes flickered over to them, Namjoon still oblivious. The younger doesn’t say anything, too lost in his own pleasure.
Yoongi loved the way Seokjin felt underneath him, there was a thrill in having someone bigger than you beneath you, bending to your every will. He felt a little high on the power he had with seokjin pinned against the wall. “If you want it rough baby all you gotta do is ask.”
Yoongi snorted, shaking his head as he leaned down for a kiss before taking seokjins bottom lip onto his mouth, sucking and biting it before releasing him. “Fuck your lips are so perfect.”
“Behave and Hyung will show you how perfect they look wrapped about your cock.” Seokjin spun them around, Yoongi against the wall. Yoongi noticed Jungkooks focus on them again, this time Namjoon looking too, the maknaes whines sounding so beautiful as Namjoon fucked into him again.
“If anyone needs to behave it’s you.” Seokjin grinned at that, his hand tugging on yoongis locks as he littered kisses down his throat.
Their movements paused to watch as Jungkook let out a series of broken moans, the boy truly looked beautiful when he orgasmed. Yoongi noted Namjoons thrusts coming to a stop as he held Jungkook against the wall.
“Hyungs watched.” Jungkook was breathless, Namjoon lazily looked over his shoulder. Smiling at Yoongi before winking at Seokjin.
Anyone in the house could see Namjoon slowly growing more confident, the shy demeanour he wore slipping day by day. Yoongi was rather proud.
“We did and it was delicious but let’s all get cleaned up now.” Seokjin gave Yoongi another peck before moving away.
“Hey!” Yoongi shouted, pulling Seokjin back. “You said you’d show me how pretty you looked sucking my dick!”
“Sounds a bit desperate if you ask me.” Hoseok called out from the other room.
“Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi shouted back, officially pouting.
Seokjin pulled him in for a hug, laughing lightly before releasing him. “Im going to shower soon.”
Yoongi nods, watching as YN walks into the room, Jimins hand in hers. He smiled to himself, everyone was becoming so much more intimate. “Hyung how come they get to fuck in the kitchen but when we do it you call us untrained animals.”
Yoongi laughed at that, eyeing YN, an unspoken memory clearly at the forefront of both your thoughts.
“Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the sight today.” Seokjin mumbles, flicking on the coffee machine.
Jimin rolled his eyes, and Yoongi stifled a laugh knowing the younger would argue futilely. “Yeah sure, like it’s not a good view to see YN spread out on the table like a fucking meal.”
“Actually, I have to argue, she looks rather good spread out on the counter.” Yoongi teased, he loved how red you got any time someone would bring up sexcapade. “I’ll cook breakfast today.” He decided, ignoring the scowl Jimin wore.
“I’ll shower now then.” Seokjin slipped from the room.
“We are gonna cl- we - we will be right back.” Namjoon guides Jungkook out of the room by his hand.
Despite his growing confidence Namjoon was still the most reserved in the house although no one actually seemed to mind, in fact the fond smiles everyone else wore as the pair walked up the stairs were similar to his own.
Besides, Yoongi thought to himself, he was a dignified man who could admit that Namjoon was both sexy, smart and warm-hearted.
“So what’s for breakfast Yoongs.” Yoongi smiled as YN walked to him, her arms wrapping around him. He loved the way her body fit into his as though it belongs there.
He kissed YNs forehead before releasing her from his hold on her, unable to stop a smile at the little pout she wore from it. “Whatever you want baby.”
“I want something sweet.” She smiled. “Pancakes.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Pancakes it is then baby.”
“Kiss?” YN whispered it was always adorable to him whenever you asked. Without a response, he leant down, hand on the side of her face as he kissed her. The kiss the both of you shared always had been like a breath of fresh air, a way to silence the storm in his mind. Yoongi pulled back eventually when the need to breathe became too much.
Jimin let out a low whistle, winking as Yoongi rolled his eyes and YN blushed.
“Nice also I don’t want pancakes.” Taehyung mumbled, Yoongi looked over to the younger, noticing immediately how sad he looked. “I want ramen.”
“I can make you some Tae.” Yoongi agreed, not liking the frown on Taehyungs face.
“What’s wrong?” YN asked, moving away from Yoongi to hug the other.
“Dunno.” He sighed, slumping down on a chair.
YN sat on his left, Jimin immediately rushing to his right. Looking at them from this angle Yoongi could see there was something different about them, the way Jimins playful mood was gone the second Taehyung seemed upset.
He guessed it was the same for himself, Seokjin and Jungkook though. Despite the group relationship you all shared each of you often filtered off into groups, Namjoon and Hoseok being close, himself, Jungkook and Jin and finally taehyung Jimin and YN, although YN was very much equally close with everyone. as someone who listens and observes he had noticed it, and confirmed his thoughts with seokjin during their early morning coffee one day. The other believed that it would change, that the longer the show went on feelings would develop and although there would always be house members that some gravitated towards more, they would all be a unit.
Yoongi could see that, in the way the jokes made bounced off one another, in the way comfort comes in abundance, and in the way no one is ever closed off from talking, listening and supporting. “Hyung?”
Yoongi was pulled from his thoughts as Jimin rested his chin upon his shoulder, his hands around his waist. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” Yoongi nodded. “I need to start breakfast.”
“Do you need any help?” Jimin offered with a meek smile.
Yoongi shook his head, squeezing Jimins hand. “No, what’s up with Tae?”
“He’s sad about the rules being reinforced today. Think we all are.” Jimin sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head against Yoongi.
“What if we just run away.” Yoongi laughed. Mixing some eggs into the pancake mix. “Fuck the show”
“Wish we could… dunno about you Hyung but I need the money.” Jimin snorts, releasing Yoongi with a pat on his back.
“Can't believe I’m playing best cock wins with you.” Yoongi laughed. Pouring the batter into a pan.
“Ah Hyung, you should be flattered to be against such a professional.” Jimin smirked, slapping the elders’ ass. “I’m going to give my babies some cuddles. Call me if you need help.”
“Yeah yeah, get out of my kitchen.” Yoongi huffed, the action purely a way to mask his own smile.
It didn’t take long for Yoongi to finish making breakfast, the heap of pancakes along with a pot of ramen for Taehyung and whoever else wanted it. Seokjin had come down just in time to help him set up the table, everyone flocking into the room as though the food had beckoned them.
“Well …” seokjin sighs. “this feels like the last supper.”
Everyone looked towards him, Yoongi felt YNs hand brush against his, with her on the left and Seokjin on the right he had a clear view of Namjoon at the head of the table with Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok on the other side. Yoongi masked the surprise he felt at the former choosing to sit beside one another.
Taehyung was still looking down, as was Jungkook and if Yoongi didn’t know Seokjin as well as he did he would think the psychologist was happy. Yoongi didn’t bring attention to it, focusing on the pancakes on his plate instead.
It was YN who finally broke the melancholy silence surrounding the table. “This won’t do. I will not let you all be sad about the rules being reinforced. We have two weeks left and then it’s over. We have lasted up until now besides we still have just under three hours.”
Yoongi turned his head to watch her, she was a ball of determination. He truly loved that about her.
“I know but it’s hard for us, knowing we can’t show you how we feel, seeing you all the time and you being just out of reach….it wasn’t supposed to be this hard.”Taehyung slouches back, digging his fork into his pancakes.
“We wasn’t supposed to fall in love that’s why, but we did and now we have two weeks to get through. It hurts me just as much Tae, I hate seeing you laugh and smile and kiss each other when I can’t do the same but unfortunately, this is the best we can do for now. I love you regardless if we kiss or have sex.”
“It’s just two weeks. We’ve done longer up to now.” Seokjin supplied. “Let’s not end this experience with a negative outlook, I think if anything the past day with no rules has brought us all closer.”
“I agree.” Namjoon nodded. “It feels like we’ve all fallen into synch with one another.”
“Then let’s keep that going.” YN smiled. “It’s only two weeks.”
“Only two weeks.” Everyone agreed. The sour mood slowly picked up.
“Oh Hyung thank you for breakfast.” Jungkook perked up, shoving another heap of ramen into his mouth. “And the pancakes.”
“I’ll make coffee after.” Hoseok offered. “If anyone wants it?”
“That would be good, I feel tired today.” YN voices.
Yoongi turns to look at her, she even looked tired. “Didn’t you sleep well?”
“I did I guess it’s just been an emotional whirlwind the past few days.” She smiled weakly but Yoongis watched her enough to know it was fake.
Something was definitely bothering her, he wanted to ask then and there but didn’t, later, he promised himself. “Okay. Try and sleep earlier tonight. I’m sure Taehyung won’t mind giving you a massage.”
“My services are always open for you.” Taehyung winked across the table, evoking a blush out of YN.
“Okay.” Seokjin drops his tissue, hand hitting the table just enough to make a small thump. “I know I said I didn’t mind watching today but if you start any more horny shenanigans at my table over the food Yoongi cooked I will personally see to it that none of you orgasm for a week.”
“At least fuck YN first.” Jungkook teased, hiding his laugh by taking a sip of water.
Seokjin smiles at him, bringing a hand to rest upon his shoulder. “And for that, you can do the dishes.”
“What that’s not fair?!” Jungkook exclaimed. “Jimin Hyung fucked Taehyung in here before, make them do it.”
The table turned to stare at the pair, Taehyung shrugged looking down, Jimin as shameless as ever glared at Jungkook “Oh you’re definitely getting it you little brat! That was supposed to be a secret.”
“Enough!” Seokjin demanded, jokingly. “Jungkook can do dishes today and you two..” Seokjin points between Taehyung and Jimin “can do it for the next two days.”
“So unfair.” Taehyung pouts. “What if I told Jin hyung the time you co-“
Before Taehyung could finish his sentence Jungkook was chasing Taehyung out of the room, laughter filling the house.
“Someone should go after them.” YN chokes out , tears of laughter brimming in her eyes.
“I’ll go.” Namjoon stands.
“Actually…same here” YN smiles at Yoongi. “Coming?”
“Sure I guess.”
“I better go. God knows what you’ll all get up to?”
Seokjin turns to Jimin and Hoseok. “You coming?”
They share a look before shaking their heads. “No Hyung go ahead, have fun.” Hoseok winked.
The three of them walked together, eventually finding Namjoon pinning Jungkook down on the bed. Taehyung sitting in a chair across the room.
Yoongi noticed the way Taehyungs energy had changed from playful to powerful, the darkness in the other's eyes sent a shot of want straight to his dick. He watched as YN went straight to the bed. Seokjin and Him squishing onto the only spare chair left.
“What’s going on here then?” Seokjin asks.
“Jungkooks a brat.” Namjoon declared.
Yoongi grinned at that, not because it was funny but because it was the truth. “Maybe we should teach him a lesson then.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you begging baby, I miss the sight.” Seokjins voice drops lower as he speaks, Yoongi leaning into his hyungs touch as he massages Yoongis neck.
Jungkook whines. “Get off me.”
“What’s your colour kookie?” YN asked lightly, despite the fact Namjoon was entirely on top of Jungkook, both of his hands holding the other down by his wrists Yn had placed herself above his head, stroking his hair. “Tell me.”
He huffed pushing again Namjoon once again. “Green.”
“I think he just wants to be thrown around,” Taehyung spoke for the first time, everyone looking over at him.
“I agree, Jungkook you did tell a secret. I think you should make it up to Taehyung.” Seokjin suggests, hand dropping lower on Yoongis's back. “Why don’t you let Taehyung be in control today? Be a good boy and show him you can behave.”
Taehyung perks up at that, seemingly interested. He looks at Namjoon before asking him “What do you think?”
“I-er” he stutters, looking at YN who just gives him a reassuring smile. “Sure.”
“You don’t have to do this, I’d enjoy watching you out Jungkook in his place.” Taehyung reassures, not wanting the other to feel pressured.
“No, let’s do this. Tell me what you want.” Namjoon smiles, this time with a sense of sureness to it.
“I want you to kiss YN. Don’t move, just kiss like that.”
“Hyung.” Jungkook whines, clearly unhappy about being left out of the equation.
“The more you talk the less you get Jungkook.” Taehyung says firmly. “Namjoon.”
At that Namjoon leans over, taking YNs lips in his, she pushes into him, hands coming to grip his shirt.
Taehyung watches for a few seconds, everything else around them disappearing. “Jungkook how do you feel about being pegged today?”
The question catches the throuple off guard. “Good, want that.” Jungkook responds, trying to push his hips up to grind on Namjoon, but unsuccessfully so.
“YN?” Taehyung eyes her, smiling back at the excitement on her face. “Okay then. Seokjin Hyung will you go and get the toy? Get it ready?”
“My pleasure.” He smiles, patting yoongi on his thigh as he shifts him enough to stand.
“Namjoon prep Jungkook. YN baby come here.”
Yoongis attention is torn as Namjoon begins removing Jungkooks clothes, grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer, also wanting to watch as YN slides onto Taehyungs lap, taking whatever kisses and touches he was willing to give, the younger in a particularly mean mood.
“Did I say you could grind on me petal?” Taehyung questioned, sliding a piece of YNS hair behind her ear. When she doesn’t answer he taps her jaw. “Answer me.”
“N-no but I can’t help it, I enjoy having you too much.” She responds with the lilt to her voice that Yoongi has come to notice none of them can refuse.
“Such a greedy thing, maybe I’ll keep you trapped under me, making you watch as I kiss someone else. How would you like that?” Yoongi stifles a laugh as she pouts, shaking her head.
“No, not fair.” She shakes her head. “I wa-
Before she can finish seokjin enters the room.
“You ready for YN to fuck you kookie?” Seokjin asks, running his hand through Taehyungs hair as he hands YN the strap on.
“Yes, big boss daddy over here is teasing me.” Jungkook whines, way too playful considering Namjoon was three fingers deep into his ass. The comment caused Namjoon to flush an unflattering shade of red.
“I think he liked that.” Yoongi commented, slightly revelling in the look on Namjoons face. “How would you feel Joon? If Kook called you daddy?”
“Uh-fine” namjoons voice was strained, once again Yoongi took great pleasure in it.
“I want to see YN fuck our kookie whilst joonie fucks our doll.” Seokjin grips Taehyungs hair, pulling the other head back as he bends over to kiss him, Yoongi can’t help but bring a hand to his cock, palming himself through his pants. “What do you think little prince?” Seokjin directs the question to Taehyung but Jungkook perks up at that, seemingly jealousy.
“Want that t-too.” Taehyungs stutters, biting Seokjins lip before pulling away and turning to YN “Off you go baby.”
Yn hops off Taehyung, eyes glassy from watching the two men kiss right in front of her. She’s naked within a few seconds, Yoongi enjoying the strip show just as much as everyone else in the room.
“On your hands and knees.” Taehyung directs to Jungkook, Namjoon moving off the bed for a second to allow the boy to move. Eyes raking over YNs before nodding towards the maknae. “Slide inside of him slowly Princess.”
Jungkook stays relaxed with Namjoon stroking his bare back as YN aligns to strap on with Jungkooks stretched hole. “How does that feel baby?” YN whispered to Jungkook, holding his hips as she bottoms out inside of him. “Too much?”
“No, more. More please.” Jungkook tries to push back but YN stops him. Namjoon fists his hair, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You aren’t in control, Taehyung is.”
At that, Jungkook looks over to the masseuse “Tae please.”
“Give him what he wants petal, no cumming. I want to see jungkookie crying because he feels so good, but first, don’t you think YN should get a bit of pleasure too?” At that Namjoon gets naked, his hard cock bouncing as he frees it from his shorts.
He grabs the lube, coating his cock in it before shuffling on the bed to fit behind YN. “Ready?”
She nods, bending over just a little, evoking a moan from Jungkook as the strap shifts inside of him. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Yoongi loved how shameless she could be, how she never hid what she wanted. She was bold, Yoongi loved bold. The room is filled with moans from all three as Namjoon fucks into YN with one slide.
“Enjoying the show, Yoon?” Whenever seokjin has THAT tone in his voice, Yoongi knows what’s coming. “How about you sit on my cock and maybe I’ll reward you?”
“Doesn’t sound too convincing, what do I get?” Yoongi grinds down on Seokjin, sitting in his lap has its perks.
“I could put a cock ring around you and then you won’t be cumming at all, like to see how you feel with blue balls.” Seokjin says curtly, hand resting atop the bulge in yoongis pants.
A particularly loud moan comes from the bed, causing Yoongi and Seokjin to look over. Jungkook was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white, YNs thrusts Into Jungkook were halfhearted, Namjoon causing a ripple effect as he forcefully fucks into YNs pussy.
The door opened, and a smiling jimin bounced into the room making a beeline for Taehyung when he sees him sitting alone. “what’s going on here?” Jimin questions against Taehyungs ear, voice dripping like honey. “Is my puppy in charge?”
Taehyung nodded, gripping Jimins throat and pulling him in for a kiss. Yoongi could feel Seokjins cock against his back and with that Yoongi couldn’t resist. “Let me cockwarm you.”
“Stand baby, clothes off.” Seokjin instructed.
Yoongi rushed to do so, feeling Seokjins movements mimicking his.
“Do you want Hyung on top or beneath?” Jimin questioned. Yoongi couldn’t stop watching them, it was beautiful to see as Jimin slid onto his knees, pulling Taehyungs cock out of his pants the second Taehyung mumbled the words “Beneath please.”
Yoongi couldn’t pull his eyes away, even as seokjin guided him to sit on his solid cock voice low as he asked “How does that feel ?”
“Good,” Yoongi responded, finally feeling settled, and satisfied as the psychologist wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily.
“Fuck Jimin.” Taehyung gasped beside him. Yoongi was torn between watching the pair or watching the trio on the bed. Jungkook was close, his moans and gasps were desperate. YN was no better, body lazy with Namjoon supporting her. Yoongi clenched around Seokjins cock as he watched Namjoon pull YNs hair back, biting down on her neck, causing her to scream.
“Taehyung please.” Jungkook whimpered, his focus on Jimin as the Dom continued sucking Taehyungs cock. “I need to cum.”
“Only- fuck.” Taehyung gasps as Jimin swirls his tongue around the tip of his cock. “Only once Namjoon and YN have finished, you go last bunny.”
“No Hyungie please.. can’t.” Jungkook sobbed, so beautifully. “Please.”
“Yn baby, let our bunny suck your fingers for being such a good boy.” Taehyung directed, YN following the order instantly, eager to please. Jungkook quietened a little, his sounds muffled.
“Hyungs going to fuck you now.” Seokjin explained, Yoongi nodded eagerly. He leaned back against the therapist's broad frame, using all of his strength to bounce on the other's cock whilst being fucked into. “Your ass is so tight.”
“If you don’t wrap your hand around my cock right now I’m going to let someone else fuck me.” Yoongi threatened grinding down as hard as he could on Seokjins cock. The other responded with a deep moan, hand wrapping around his cock and throat simultaneously.
Despite being fucked out of his mind Yoongi still watched the others, Taehyung finally granting Jungkook permission to cum only as Namjoon filled up YN. Jimin took his entire cock down his throat as Taehyung came with a whine.
Fucking beautiful boy.
“Hyung won’t last long Yoongi.” Seokjin informed, his moans broken and breathless as he sucks a mark onto Yoongis neck.
“S-same,” Yoongi grunted, his orgasm just about to snap.
As though their bodies were in synch Seokjin came into Yoongis ass just as Yoongi painted his thighs, and the floor, with his own seed. “Fuck.”
Yoongis dick twitched but softened against his thigh. Seokjin removed his hand so as to not overstimulate him. Yoongi glanced around, Jungkook was flat out on the bed his chest heaving, YN had slumped onto his chest, strap-on thrown to the side, and Namjoon was checking on them both, despite his own tiredness.
“I’m so proud of you my puppy.” Jimin was cradling Taehyung on the floor, taehyung seemingly out of it.
“Hyung will get us a nice bath hm?” Seokjin whispered to Yoongi, a bath right now seemed perfect, being covered in his own cum wasn’t something he wanted to experience for much longer.
“Yes. Like yesterday.” Yoongi agreed.
“You’ve got to get off me then.” Seokjin reminded him they were still attached, Yoongi could feel Seokjin going soft inside him. Body shivering he pulled himself off, seokjin hissing at the overstimulation the action brought.
“You could have been more careful.” Seokjin glared, pulling up his boxers.
“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t love being overstimulated.” Yoongi joked back. “Is everyone okay?” He directs the question to the room, a few groans and quiet “yes” are the only responses he gets but he accepts it, trusting Jimin to be able to know the signs of a bad scene. He leads out with seokjin. They forego a bath, instead choosing to be quick and opting for the shower and for once Yoongi allows Seokjin to join him, even going so far as to allow the other to wash his hair. He secretly loves it, loves being babied, loves being tended to with soft hands and softer words but he also loved being stubborn, loved being the reserved one, loved being teased.
The shower was quick well as quick as it could be with two people stuck in a post-orgasm haze. Seokjin excused himself to check on the others. Yoongi explained he was going to check on Hoseok who weirdly enough hadn’t joined their little sex adventure.
Midday was approaching and soon enough his chance to be with YN would be up. It didn’t take long before he found the other, sitting on the couch, phone in hand. H
“So.” Yoongi huffs, slumping beside Hoseok. “I have a question.”
“Go for it.” Hoseok laughs, turning his attention to the doctor, phone out away. “I’m all ears.”
“Why didn’t you join us earlier?” Yoongi asks, putting Hoseok on the spot.
“Well- I just…” Hobi trails off. “I guess I wanted to give you all some time to be with each other.”
“And you thought that you could be there because?”
“Because I can’t make love to you all the way you do one another.” Hoseok sighs, truthful as ever. “I wanted to give you all a chance to love each other without worrying about me or how I would feel.”
“You have never been a worry to us Hoseok. You are always welcome wherever we are, whatever we are doing. I don’t know how many times you need to be told this but I will say it as many times as necessary.”
“I just know there’s a difference.”
Yoongi nods, he wasn’t wrong. “Maybe, to some extent, but no one’s feelings in this house are entirely the same. Does that mean I shouldn’t kiss taehyung because Jimin probably loves him more? Should I just stop sucking namjoons dick because He doesn’t love me?”
“Hyung that’s different, at least they can love you.”
Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Do you care for me Hoseok?”
“Of course?” He responds as though offended by the question.
“Then that’s it. No more to it. You’re you Hoseok, those of us that do love you whatever way we do, love you and care for who you are because of who you are.” The doctor states, his tone leaving no room for arguments.
“You mean that?”
“I don’t lie. Don’t ever seclude yourself for that reason.” Yoongi scolds.
“Okay, I won’t.” The Dom agrees.
“What’s it like to be aromantic?” Yoongi asked and upon noticing the confusion on the dominant's face he rushed to add .”You don’t have to talk about it, of course, I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable but I guess I’m curious.”
“No uh.” Hobi blinks. “It’s okay, just surprised. No one ever really wants to know, funnily enough, I actually had a conversation with YN about this the other day. I guess It’s hard to explain, there are all these misconceptions, that we are uncaring, we don’t want affection, we don’t want to be loved and we can’t love. It’s not like that at all, just like with anyone of a different sexual or romantic identity one box does not fit all. I’ve met aro people who are married I’ve also met aro people who don’t even like having friends. There’s a very big difference between them but they are both valid.”
“Of course.” Yoongi nods, more so to encourage the other.
Hoseok smiles, genuinely happy he gets to discuss something so important to him. “For me it’s different, when I first came here I wasn’t big on hugs, kissing or intimate physical touch. I think over time here that’s changed, we could all hug and hold hands and I wouldn’t have much of an issue about it because I consider you all close friends, people I care about very much. I don’t really see myself in a long-term relationship, I don’t want one, I’ve never experienced a desire for romantic love and in some way, I’ve always been very firm on boundaries because I’ve seen how much having an unrequited love can hurt.”
“Do you think those boundaries and desires changed at all here?”
“To some extent, I still don’t want or desire a romantic relationship, I care for you all and love you all, maybe not in the way I know some of you love me but I love you in my own way. I don’t hate the idea of doing things that could be perceived as romantic, not anymore at least, I guess it’s like a squish, a platonic crush you know?….Can I be honest with you, Hyung?”
“Always.” Yoongis eyes soften. “Tell Hyung.”
“I know I can’t give you all the love you give me, I can’t give you a relationship but I have my own type of love, if you could call it that, and the seven of you are the only recipients. I don’t know how to explain that further, I know it’s not the same but it’s all I can do, I don’t want to do more, this is where I’m comfortable. The most I’ve ever felt, the only way I can feel, I feel it for my seven.” Hoseok isn’t one to cry, but it’s hard sometimes so just this once he lets the tears fall.
The thing about yoongi is he was never great with tears, but still, he cared for Hoseok maybe not love exactly but something akin to it, with that in mind all he wanted to do was comfort the other. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. “Is this okay?”
“It’s good.” Hobi mumbled, voice shaky. “Am I too different? I don’t feel like I had a right to include myself in something I know you all see as romantic when I can’t give you all the same kind of love you give me, although I do love you all as friends. Homo intended?”
“Hey.” Yoongi shakes his head, pushing the younger back to look at him. “The love you give us, although different, is never less. We all want you, regardless of the way it is, we are happy with you in our affinity and actually, it’s OUR seven.”
Hoseok laughs at that, thankful for yoongis ability to bring some light to the sombre mood. “I know YN loves me.”
“Not just YN.” Yoongi corrects, hand running up and down Hobis back. “You know you have your own form of emotion, at this point, we should just make up a term for it.”
The dominant's eyebrows furrow, mouth pulled down into a confused frown “What like a Hoseok equivalent to “I love you”?”
“Sure. Uh….” Yoongi draws it out before smiling. “Could always say something like “I hobi you”.”
Hoseok laughs at that, not just a chuckle but a full-body laugh, bending at the waist as he clutches his stomach, Yoongi joining along with him. “No offence Hyung but that’s fucking awful.”
“Well then you think of a term, if you wanted to talk to a human dictionary you should have asked Namjoon.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, shoving Hoseok away from him. “I’ll copyright it, then you won’t have any term.”
“Please do, save me the trouble of worrying someone else will you that awful concoction.” Hoseok wipes away a tear from his face, this time caused by happiness. “Thank you, Hyung, not for the term but for the talk.”
“I would say anytime but after that fucking disrespect you can go to our in-house therapist.” Yoongi scoffed, pressing his lips together to suppress a smile.
“Actually, I’m off the clock.” Seokjin declared, walking into the room as gracefully as ever. “Hoseok, YN is looking for you.”
“I’ll go find her.” Hoseok responds, dipping out of the room.
“Hyung?” Yoongi turns to Seokjin. The man busied himself on his phone.
“Yes?” The therapist hums.
“I think someday I’m going to love Hoseok in a way I shouldn’t.”
“That’s okay. You aren’t alone in that. I’m afraid I’ll love them all a little too much.” Seokjin frowns.
“We are really fucked, aren’t we?”
Seokjin nods, a fitting laugh following.
They spend the next ten minutes on their phones before one by one they are joined by the others as instructed by Sejin. They still had Fifteen minutes before their time of freedom came to an end, the long faces despite the impromptu orgy showed everyone’s true feelings about the matter.
“This won’t do.” Jungkook announced. “We are not ending this thing sad, stop being so sappy it’s not like we are all leaving. We just can’t fuck and kiss.”
“Great words Jungkook, so touching.” Taehyung snorts. “YN baby come and kiss me, we don’t have long.”
Yn happily obliges, standing from Seokjins lap to slide into Taehyungs, it’s hard not to enjoy the sight. The puppy and the princess fight for dominance in their mini-make-out session.
“Don’t hog her!”Jungkook groans. Walking over and pulling YN back to kiss him, taehyung just watches with a grin as he runs his hands up and down YNs thighs.
“Okay okay enough, come here dove.” Hoseok beckons her over, opening his legs for her to sip on his lap. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“But-“ YN goes to argue but Hoseok cuts her off. A finger to her lip before leaning down to place a peck on her lips, nothing intense or overwhelming but something truly special.
Yoongi watches on with a smile, it feels as though he shouldn’t be there but Hoseok pays everyone else no mind. His eyes open as he places another kiss on her forehead and pulls her in for a hug. “Never forget that you are Sir's favourite person.”
“What?” Namjoon asks. Jungkook snickered with Jimin beside him. “You said I was your favourite.”
“Do I Dom you Namjoon?” Hoseok asks lips in a firm line.
“No.” Namjoon scowls, jealous of course.
“Then you are not Sir's favourite.” He continues playing with YNs hair, eyes trained on her as he converses with Namjoon. “Do you want me to Dom you Namjoon?”
Namjoon chokes on his spit. “You-What?”
“Come back to me later when you can formulate an answer and then we will talk about favourites, hm?” He looks at Namjoon for a second before turning back to YN. “Now pretty girl, go and give our eldest a kiss.”
“Mention my age again and I’ll make you sleep in the garden.” Seokjin jokes, but not really, as he accepts YN back into his arms. Any other words swallowed by her kissing him.
They all hear the door open, they all know who it is but no one turns to greet Sejin as he sighs shaking his head at the sight of the intimate session. “You know I said midday right?”
“Oh no, did someone forget the alarm?” Taehyung gasps, and Jungkook sends a pillow hurtling towards him. “No one sent an alarm.”
“It’s fine just wrap it up.” Sejin waves his hand, choosing to look out the window until Seokjin finally releases YN.
“Great if that's all I’ll begin now.” Sejin rolls his eyes. “You had your prize for completing the random challenge. I hope you made great use of it.” Yoongi meets YNS's eyes and she looks genuinely happy, no worry on her face as there is when it’s time for eliminations and as he looks at the others he notices it’s the same for them too. Sacrificing time for prompts was definitely worth it. He turns his attention back to Sejin who was still explaining the next prompts. “Because there are only three gentlemen left prompts will become increasingly harder. That being said gentlemen please come and collect your prompts.”
Yoongi stands, alongside Namjoon and Jimin. As usual, Sejin hands them all an envelope and tells them to keep it to themselves, although that was pretty much a given at this point. “This week's theme is “Switch”
Yoongi, as always when this time comes, looks over at YN, her face already a picture of determination and focus. He bites back a laugh at her face and turns his attention to his own prompt.
This week you will mimic Jimin, you must as as he would during a scene to fulfil your prompt. Yn must not decipher this during the scene.
Well, that was definitely going to be harder. He looked over at Jimin, whose face was a mask of calm. He was never bothered much by the prompts but as always Namjoon, unable to hide his emotions, frowns at the paper. Yoongi would definitely pull him aside and talk to him about it, by process of elimination Jimin would be acting like Namjoon and therefore Namjoon would be mimicking him.
There was no way he could hide an entire sexual personality shift, at this rate they would all be sleeping in the empty room.
“So now that’s out of the way, Jimin you and YN will be picked up this evening for your date, don’t be late.” Sejin eyes Jimin, already used to his tendency to stroll in the room whenever it suits him, regardless of the time wasted. “And that’s it I’ll get out of your hair. If you need me you know where to find me. Remember the rules are now in effect if you do anything you know you aren’t supposed to do you will be removed.”
“Yes yes, we know.” Taehyung pouts, staring at YN.
“Right.” Yoongi stood up. “ I’m going for a walk. YN want to come?”
“You can’t kidnap her.” Jimin protests “Okay fair Hyung.”
“Oh piss of Jimin.” Yoongi snorts, YN wrapping her arm around Yoongis bicep. “You got the big date, just let me enjoy the baby for a little.”
“Since when am I “the baby?” YN ask, pulling a “what the fuck” face as she says the word “baby”
“Since always?” Jungkook responds, voice imitating the confusion of YNs voice.
Yoongi smiles as YN turns to him, so beautiful he thinks. “Yoongi take me away from here, these heathens I can’t take it.” She falls against him dramatically and he can’t help but laugh as does everyone else in the house.
“Let’s go, darling. I will save you.” Yoongi plays back. “Your knight in shining armour is here .”
“Cringe!” Hoseok adds from the couch. “Get out.”
At that they leave the room laughing, arms entwined the entire time spare for the few seconds they put their shoes on.
“How are you feeling now it’s back to normal doll?” Yoongi asks, their conversation from two nights ago still playing in his mind.
“I’m okay, I guess Jungkook was right when he said we had to stop being sad about it.” Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, closing it again when she continues. “I wish Hoseok joined us. He told me you two spoke.”
“We did, I think he is just adjusting. Over the past 24 hours, I’ve noticed a few things?” Yoongi mumbles, staring at the trees in the distance as they walk the grounds. “I think we all segregate ourselves into groups, I don’t know if that’s necessarily bad but I think it would be a better environment if we all stopped sticking by those we feel closest to.”
“We do-“ YN starts, Yoongi shakes his head, silencing her.
“We do. I stay with Jungkook and Jin whenever I’m not with you. I spent time with Jimin and Hoseok alone yesterday and today and I felt slapped in the face when I realised I’d rarely done that. Jimin rarely goes to anyone But you, Taehyung and Jungkook. Hoseok sticks by Namjoon as though he is unable to exist without him. At first, I didn’t care, I came here to win and maybe make a few friends but I love most of you and I’m sure enough going to love the others and I don’t see that working in the outside world if we keep segregating ourselves.” Yoongi finished out of breath, walking and ranting didn’t make for a good duo.
He lets the whiteness settle before then, YN not jumping to speak and he begins to feel afraid he said too much when YN stops walking and embraces him in a hug before pulling back and kissing him. “You’re right, you’re right, I want all of you even after the show ends and it’s not going to work out if we keep on like this. I can already imagine how it will go, maybe for the first few weeks we will all be okay but slowly we will fall apart and eventually, it will be us divided into little groups. I really don’t want that.” She frowns and for a moment he regrets bringing it up, seeing her sad was never worth it. “Do you think we should talk to the others?”
Yoongi takes a deep breath, nodding. “I think it would be beneficial.”
She presses her lips into a thin line. “Then let’s go back and do that.”
“Right now?” Yoongi asks, eyebrows raised. “What about our walk?”
“You’ll still have legs tomorrow.” She snorts, pulling him in the direction of the house.
Yoongi sighs, dragging his weight as he walks. He just wanted a fucking walk. The house grows closer but suddenly they stop moving, shouting coming from the house. Yoongi looks at YN before brushing past her, running in the direction of the noise.
They are met with a sight that no one could expect, there was glass shattered on the floor, Hoseok in the corner with Seokjin, as Jungkook and Taehyung shout at Jimin.
“Let me explain!” Jimin shouts, Jungkook throws another glass on the floor before breaking down into tears.
“You’re a fucking liar!” Jungkook shouts, pulling a sobbing Taehyung in for a hug. “You should have fucking told us!”
“I was going to! It wasn’t even a big deal!” Jimin defends, looking as though he wanted to step closer but couldn’t because of the glass.
“What the fuck happened?” Yn whispers to Yoongi and he shrugs, he has no answers, they weren’t even gone that long.
Taehyung pulls back, looking Jimin dead in the eye. “You’re a fucking cheater.” He spits, his words like venom.
“It was before any of us got fucking serious!” Jimin screams, glassy-eyed. “Just let me fucking explain.”
“Stay the fuck away from me.” Taehyung points at Jimin. “I will never trust you again.”
“You could have just fucking said something Jimin,” Jungkook adds, voice a little quieter.
“You mean he could have just told us the truth!” Taehyung is distraught.
For the first time since entering the room, Yoongi finds his voice. “Does someone want to explain what’s going on here?” He looks at Jimin first and then over to Jungkook and finally, where Jin and Hoseok stand in the corner. “Anyone?”
“Why don’t you explain Jimin? Oh wait you’re fucking awful at doing that. I’ll tell everyone then. Jimin has had a fucking girlfriend this entire time.” Taehyung walks out of the room, the words dumping over Yoongi like icy water.
He doesn’t know what to do first, to comfort a crying Jungkook who has run out of the room after Taehyung, demands Jimin gives them answers Or coddle YN who has been frozen for the past few minutes.
Jimin notices the emptiness on her face. “YN! Baby I-“
She doesn’t give him a chance to explain, walking around the glass to go after Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Jimin what the fuck?” That is all Yoongi can say. Genuinely thrown back by the situation at hand. “Please tell me this isn’t true”
Jimin doesn’t say anything, he slumps to the floor, body overtaken by breathless sobs. Yoongi watches for a few seconds before walking over to him pulling the younger in for a hug. Regardless of what Jimin did or didn’t do Yoongi would always take care of him.
“Jin-ah,” Yoongi calls the eldest who is still frozen in place beside Hoseok. “Clean up the glass, please. Hoseok go and check on the others.”
They both nod, getting to their respective tasks instantly. “Jiminie baby look at Hyung.”
Jimin doesn’t look, his body shaking involuntarily as he sobs. “Let’s go and sit on the couch hm? Let seokjin clean up this mess?”
Thankfully Jimin stands, walking behind Yoongi to the couch. It hurts Yoongi to see him so upset, especially as he pulls his legs up to his chest and curls into himself, crying. “Oh, baby what have you gotten yourself into.” Yoongi sighs, pulling Jimin to him. His hand carded through the hair of the other in an attempt to calm him down.
The soothing actions work somewhat as Jimins choked cries soon become sniffles. “I didn’t cheat Hyung, I would never.”
“Then explain it to me minie.” Yoongi pleads. “I’m so confused here.”
Jimin sniffles one more time before sitting up. “Before I came here there was this girl, we had done scenes a few times but she was a really kind person, I wanted to help her find her footing in the kink world and we ended up going out to dinner a few times. This was before I was accepted on the show, I sent my application but I didn’t know if I was guaranteed to come on here, none of us did, so I continued with life, I kept doing scenes with her and netting her for dinner, we texted now and again when I first got here, she would send me encouragement, I guess sometimes we would flirt but I promise Hyung, on my life , on everything I love, the second I fell for anyone I stopped talking to her in that way. I tried to show Taehyung but he didn’t believe me.”
“Oh, Jimin.” Yoongi could see how it looked. “How did Taehyung and Jungkook find out?”
“They were using my phone to play games when she messaged, here.” Jimin pulled out his phone, opening the text threat before handing it over to yoongi.
“Oh.” Yoongi huffs. “Continue.”
“I was going to tell her that I didn’t want to, fuck taehyung is practically my fucking boyfriend but at this point if I put a fucking label on things I’d end up having 5 boyfriends and a girlfriend all of whom are mad at me!” He exclaims. A hint of desperation in his voice.
“She said you had late-night conversations, Jimin?” The question comes out a little harsher than intended but Yoongi can’t help it, he is only human and hurt and jealousy were very difficult emotions.
“She called me twice Hyung and I picked up thinking she would need something. We just spoke about how it was here, nothing happened apart from that, she asked me a few kink questions and I directed her to a friend that could help. That’s all.” Jimin searches Yoongis’ face. “Please believe me Hyung.”
Despite how the messages seemed Yoongi did believe him, call it gut instinct. “I do minie.”
“The glass is cleaned, I think we should talk.” Seokjin enters the room, an air of dominance to him that under better circumstances would make Yoongi in the mood to fu k, or get fucked. “Jimin explain please.”
Yoongi sits back as Jimin explains everything once again to Seokjin, much like himself he comes to the conclusion it was a misunderstanding. Despite that, it didn’t solve the resounding issues with the three beings upstairs, all of whom left the room hurt. “You need to talk to YN, you have your date tonight.”
“I need to talk to them all.” Jimin turns to Seokjin. “Please convince them to hear me out, they will take it better if it’s from you. They hate me.”
“They don’t hate you Jimin,” Yoongi argues.
“You didn’t see the way they looked when they read the messages or how quickly Jungkook agreed with Taehyungs thoughts that I was cheating. I thought they trusted me but they didn’t even give me a chance to talk to them about it.” Yoongi could understand that, the pain in Taehyungs eyes was unforgettable, Jungkook was the same and if he had a chance to properly look at YN he was sure she too would have been looking as hurt and betrayed as the rest.
“I’ll go and have a talk with them Jimin but bear in mind they may not be ready to talk, guilty or not they feel you’ve betrayed them and that isn’t something easily forgotten. I’m sure you too won’t forget the fact they dismissed hearing you out so fast. I’ll talk to them but let’s take this one step at a time okay?” Jin comforts realistically, it was one of Yoongis’ favourite things about him. Whenever Yoongi had a problem he would always seek Jin out first, not because he didn’t trust the others but because Jin was brutally honest, even if it hurt.
Yoongi pulls Jimin into another hug. “Let’s wait here okay?”
Jin nods at Yoongi before disappearing out of the room, the two sit in silence although it doesn’t feel awkward at all. Some time passes, and Yoongi isn’t sure how much, he doesn’t pay attention, instead focusing all of his energy on drawing shapes with his finger on Jimins shoulder.
They both perk up at the sounds of footsteps, YN walks in first, sitting opposite Jimin, and Taehyung follows behind, his hand holding Jungkooks, the pair sit the furthers away from Jimin as possible. Yoongi sees his hurt and feels his shoulders deflate underneath him just a little in disappointment.
“I want to explain, please just give me that chance.” Jimin starts, and Seokjin stands by the doorway.
“You have five minutes before I get up and pack.” Taehyung sniffles.
“What?!” Yoongi lurches forwards. “Pack for what Tae?”
“I can’t be here anymore.” Taehyung shrugs. Gaze flickering over Jimin before resting his head against Jungkooks shoulder and staring out of the window. From the lack of surprise, Yoongi guessed YN and Jungkook already knew about his decision.
“Please let me talk before you decide that, Tae. Baby please.” Jimin please, Taehyung doesn’t disagree and Yoongi takes that as a good sign. It was really just a misunderstanding.
Yoongi sat back as Jimin explained in detail. Despite it being the third time hearing it Yoongi still listened with the utmost attention, watching the other three to see their faces and hopefully their forgiveness.
“I promise I didn’t cheat.” Jimin finishes. Sitting forward as though he wanted to rush to their side.
“I understand.” YN speaks first. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain first, I just see Tae and Kook upset and when I heard I-“ she shakes her head. “I was hurt.”
“I’m so sorry it seemed that way, I promise the only people I feel anything for romantically are within this house.” Jimin says, hand gripping his knee. “Tae? Jungkook?”
“You said you didn’t cheat but you didn’t exactly go out of your way to shut her down Jimin. For all I know you could have walked out of here and asked her out on the same day.” Taehyungs words are spiteful but true.
“I didn’t want to cause any drama. She isn’t a horrible person and didn’t deserve to be shut down over a text message.”
Taehyung scoffed. “But we deserved you lying to us?”
“It was a lie Tae. I didn’t lie.” Jimin shook his head. “I didn’t even respond.”
“You didn’t shut her down.” Taehyung says firmly. “You maybe didn’t cheat but you fucking entertained it by not being honest with her.”
“Taehyung I did not cheat on you, yes maybe I made a mistake by not telling her instantly that I had absolutely no interest in her but I didn’t cheat. I have opened up to you all, you more than anyone. You were the first one I fell in love with. Is that what you want? Do you want me to be honest? Okay then fine fuck it I’ll be honest Taehyung. I couldn’t fucking help myself falling in love with you, I could t help Falling in love with YN after, nor could I help falling in love with Jungkook.”
Yoongi watched as Jungkooks eyes widened, clearly, he didn’t know.
Jimin continues. “Hell fuck me I couldn’t help myself starting to like Hoseok, having a crush on Jin and I’m pretty sure I fucking like Yoongi too.”
Yoongi himself bristles at that, attention turning to seokjin who stands just as surprised as him.
Jimin doesn’t stop there and Yoongi worries the dom may say something he regrets but doesn’t intervene, somehow he can’t. “Yes, I came in here too fucking prideful and trust me no one is more embarrassed about that than me. I came in here with no real fucking connections and I fell in love with you like a lovesick puppy but I couldn’t stop myself because every single time I woke up next to you it was like witnessing an Angel being born, I’m fucking mesmerised by you. So yeah you know what I’ll accept my fault For being too kind but I never cheated on you and the fact you didn’t even hear me out, instantly coming to your own conclusions shows me just how much trust we had”
Jimins crying Taehyung is crying, Jungkook is crying, Seokjin, YN and Yoongi are frozen, and Hoseok enters the too room at that point, he too freezes.
The air is thick with tension, so thick Yoongi is sure if he goes to the kitchen and grabs a pair of scissors he could cut through it.
“How long was she messaging you for?” It wasn’t Taehyung asking this time, it was Jungkook.
“Since the show started, I haven’t spoken to her since the start of the second week.” Jimin answers, honestly.
Jungkook nods, accepting the answer. “Will you tell her?”
“Of course, I will.” Jimin looks around for his phone, typing out a message that reads:
I want to let you know that I won’t be able to make it to dinner after the show finishes or any other time, I’m sorry if this hurts you in any way, you are always welcome to contact the other dominant I sent you the information of if you need guidance. I wish you the best going forward.
Jimin hits send, immediately blocking and deleting her number. “See!” He shows them all. “I would never choose anyone or anything over you.”
“Tae?” Jungkook whispered. “I think he’s proved himself enough.”
Jimin watched Taehyung. Yoongi could see the panic on his face as the masseuse stood up closing the space between himself and Jimin. “I will forgive you, but I’m not ready to talk to you right now. I won’t leave but please just give me some space.”
“Tae-“ Jimin tried but Taehyung was already leaving the room. Jimin looked helplessly at Jungkook and YN. “Please say something.”
“I forgive you. I think TaeHyungie needs some time, he’s afraid of being hurt min.” Jungkook stood, wrapping Jimin in a brief hug before sitting back down. “I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to speak.”
Jimin sat himself between Jungkook and YN, a hand coming out to touch her leg. “Yn?”
“I just- I don’t know what to say.” She shrugs. Bottom lip in a slight pout. “I thought you cheated, you didn’t cheat, and you didn’t exactly go far to close her down, I can understand your reasons why but you didn’t say anything to anyone about it which makes it seem like it was a secret but I know that’s highly unlikely which is why I’m giving you my forgiveness.” She smiled weakly at him, shifting to rest her head on his shoulder.
Despite the ⅔ positive outcome of the conversation, Jimin didn’t look any happier, he looked haunted. Yoongi wanted to fix it all, he really did, he hated confrontation, hated angsty feelings but he couldn’t do anything. He also really fucking hated being helpless. He would make for a shitty therapist, he thought to himself, setting a mental reminder to praise Jin for his therapeutic abilities.
“We don’t have to do the date tonight if you don’t want to, I’ll forfeit the prize.” Jimin looked at YN, dead serious.
She shook her head no. “I want to go, it will be good for both of us, it will give Tae some time away from you to cool off.”
Yoongi marvelled at her ability to think for those around her even when her own feelings had been hurt just minutes prior.
Yoongi noticed Sejin approaching the door, he pointed to it and they all turned their heads. “I’ll go and check on Tae.” Yoongi stands, not wanting to hear the explanation a fourth time.
He could hear Sejins voice taking over the downstairs space as he climbed the stairs two at a time, only growing more concerned as he heard Taehyung crying. He didn’t bother knocking, nothing could stop him from stepping in and comforting the sad boy. “Tae,” Yoongi called gently. Taehyung instantly opened his arms, welcoming Yoongi in.
The second they touched it was like everything inside of Taehyung crumbled. “He d-didn't.” Taehyung hiccuped, Yoongi rubbed his back, doing all he could to support him. “He didn’t t-tell her, He said he wanted to try really try with me but he didn’t even tell some stupid submissive from some stupid club that he loved me.”
“Tae.” Yoongi started. “Baby-“ he pause at the pet name wondering if he should take it back for a second, he was stepping into uncharted territory but he decided he didn’t care, not right now. “I truly think it was a misunderstanding, I don’t think he was cheating or even considering it. He loves you, he really does adore you.”
“B-but then why.” Taehyung cried harder, and Yoongi could feel a damp patch forming on his shirt. “I don’t- am I not enough.”
“Of course you are enough Taehyung, don’t ever let me hear you doubting that again.” Yoongi said firmly, that was something he wouldn’t stand for. “Try and see it from Jimins perspective. You know what his job is, he interacts with people like that on a daily basis and he cannot help it when someone thinks more out of a situation than he does. Would you want Jimin to quit his job? Stop doing scenes? Stop helping people who want to explore something new?”
Taehyung shook his head no.
“You’re Jimins puppy right?” Yoongi asked, this was either going to fix the situation or fuck it up more but something had to be done. “Can you imagine if you met Jimin outside of here? That girl was alone with the desire to try something new safely and jimin provided that for her. Imagine how nice it would have been to have someone as kind as him helping you discover and explore something you really wanted. Now tell me you wouldn’t have gotten your hopes up even slightly.”
Taehyung was quiet for a few minutes. “I can’t.”
“Can't imagine it?”
Taehyung shook his head. “I can’t be mad at him can I?”
Finally, they were getting somewhere. “I don’t think it’s the right thing but you also have to feel your emotions as they are, sometimes we don’t always have explanations for the way we feel.”
“I can’t imagine not falling for him, even outside of here I would have been just as hopeful as that girl. Jimin was still wrong to not shut her down instantly but I should have let him talk more. I said horrible things to him, he is going to hate me.” Taehyung sniffles, engulfed in a bout of self-pity and hatred.
“He doesn’t hate you.” Yoongi chuckles lightly, trying to be as comforting as he could be. “It was a bad situation, everything will be fine.”
“I told him I would never trust him again, I told him to fuck off before you came inside…I said that he was a shitty Dom.” Yoongi did not know that.
Yoongi bit his lip, this situation was a mess. “Did you mean those things?”
“God no I was just so hurt.” Taehyung looked up at him eyes puffy.
Yoongi nodded, there wasn’t much he could do. There was only one solution. “I really think you should talk to Jimin.”
“Can.. can you stay Hyung? Please?”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows, that would definitely make for an awkward talk. “You want me to stay when you talk to him?”
“Yes.” Taehyung nodded. “Please.”
“Okay.” Yoongi mumbled, considering it for s moment before agreeing. “Okay, just let me go and get him.”
By the time he got back downstairs Sejin had left, he would be sure to ask later what had happened but for now, he set his mind on getting Jimin and Taehyung talking. It was his personal project if you will. Jimin was still sitting on the couch, eyes glassy as he stared at the wall.
“Jimin?” Yoongi called out, getting no response. He cleared his throat, but still nothing. Huffing he slumped over to the Dom, waving his hands around his face like a maniac. “Jimin?” He tried again, this time the other finally taking notice.
“Hm?” Jimin blinks.
“Tae wants you.”
At that jimin is up in seconds, Yoongi swears he has never seen the other move so fast, not even for food. He stills only when reaching Taehyungs bedroom door, as though considering his options.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi sighs.
Jimin turns to look at Yoongi with fear in his eyes. “He hates me.”
Yoongis face falls flat, he had officially had enough. “If you don’t get inside that room I will actually lock you both in the restroom for 24 hours. Do not test me Park Jimin, I am covered in snot and you both sound exactly the same.”
Jimin gives him a hurt look but nevertheless, he walks into the room. Yoongi sits himself in the chair in the corner, giving them space. It definitely ft weird to be present for it but if it made Taehyung feel better he would always stay.
“Please tell me you don’t hate me.” Taehyung sniffled.
Jimin looked surprised, Yoongi could tell he definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Tae no I don’t hate you, I was sure until Yoongi Hyung came to get me that you’d never speak to me again.”
“Explain it again, please. I promise I’m listening to this time.” Taehyung asked, Yoongi kept his focus on his hands.
Hopefully, for the last time, Yoongi listened as Jimin explained the situation. This time Taehyung was listening, nodding along. “I still think you should have shut her down immediately.”
Jimin nodded at that, he wasn’t denying his fault and Yoongi respected him for it. “I should have, I thought I was doing the right thing but I wasn’t. I made a mistake. I can’t change that Taehyung but I won’t ever talk to her again.”
“You shouldn’t have felt like you had to block her. She was someone you were helping and it was unfair of me to react that way.” Yoongi didn’t disagree with that, it wasn’t the healthiest reaction but the sudden outburst of emotions was understandable.
Heartbreak can make you do fucked up things. So can love.
“Did you mean it when you said you’d never trust me again?” Jimin seemed afraid to ask.
“I think I’ll need a little time to get over it, I guess…” Taehyung took a deep breath, Jimin didn’t say anything. Yoongi watched him, his frame still as he held onto Taehyungs pinkie as though if he let go the man would simply disappear. “I was so afraid of having my heart broken when I see those messages I just went into self-protection mode.”
“I can understand that and I’ll do my best to reassure you, it hurt the way you instantly labelled me a cheater even though I’d been so open and honest with you. I’ve never lied to you Taehyung and being so open has honestly been fucking terrifying so when you jumped to the conclusion you hated me and wanted me to stay away from you it felt like one of the worst things I’d ever heard.” Yoongi hated the way Jimins voice quivered, situations like these were never any good, and everyone ended up hurt.
Taehyung jumped forward to hug Jimin, Yoongi could barely hear the apology he muttered. “I’m sorry I did that, it wasn’t fair to you.”
“I just need to know you trust me Tae, everything we have is nothing if there isn’t trust.” Yoongi knew Jimin wasn’t just talking about their romantic relationship, everyone in the house knew Taehyung was Jimins puppy in a submissive way, that was literally impossible to maintain if neither trusted the other.
“I do I just… I need a little time to get over it. Call me overly emotional.” Taehyung joked, an attempt at lightening the mood.
Jimin didn’t argue with him, although Yoongi had half expected him to. “I can understand that, I think I too will need a little time to get over the things you said.”
“So are we okay?” Taehyung asked.
“Mostly.” Jimin smiled, albeit only a little, things were better. Not completely fixed but not irreversibly broken. “Hug?”
Taehyung nodded, eyeing Yoongi. “Hyung, join us?”
“Oh no. Nope. You two have fun, I need a drink.” Yoongi huffed, shaking his head. He wouldn’t drink but still, he could dream.
Jimin paused, looking back at Yoongi before placing a kiss on Taehyungs head “Yoongi Hyung is really mean isn’t he?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung agreed, laughing.
Yoongi was definitely not having that. “I played therapist all day you little ungrateful brats.”
“Yeah yeah, Hyung. We love you.” Taehyung shushes him and he can’t help but find it adorable. His chest swelled with pride at seeing them smiling again.
He truly hated when things weren’t normal. Yes, it would take a little healing, a few long conversations and maybe some trust rebuilding but things were gonna be okay.
Yoongi excused himself soon after. Feeling relieved when he found Namjoon sitting at the table as Seokjin prepared dinner.
“Need any help?” Yoongi called out.
Jin looked around before shaking his head. “I’ve got it covered just relax. How are they? ”
“Better.” Yoongi smiled. At that, Yoongi slumped onto a chair and rested his head upon his hands. Closing his eyes. “Where’s Yn, Jungkook and Hoseok.”
“Upstairs, they are helping her get ready for her date.” Seokjin replied.
Yoongi snorted at the idea of Hoseok playing beauty guru.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked as Yoongi rested his head on the table.
“Relaxing?” Yoongi responded dumbly.
Namjoon shifted one seat closer. “Can you help me with this Hyung?”
Yoongi was apparently appointed helper of the day. “What is it?”
“I’m seeking an opinion. I think if kind of figured out what I want to do, I’m just unsure if it’s the right choice.” Namjoon shut his laptop.
Yoongi considered it, not wanting to give bad advice. “What have you decided?”
“I’m going to finish my thesis, get my master's and then teach philosophy but if I win I’m going to use the money to help rent a space so I can have my own bookstore and teach philosophy part-time.” Namjoon smiles proudly, it’s as though for the first time Yoongi is seeing him at peace with himself.
“What are your doubts?”
“I like marine biology. What if I regret not doing something with that?”
“You always have time to go back and get another degree, you aren’t limited to doing one thing forever. If you want to teach philosophy and run a bookstore then do it, it won’t be easy but I’m sure if you need help there are seven of us here willing to do whatever we can. You’re looking at things like you have to choose right now and whatever you choose is irreversible. So what if you make a choice and it isn’t entirely right, you can always try again. Life isn’t one fit-all Namjoon-ah. Follow your heart as cheesy as that might sound do what truly brings you happiness. Forget everything else, forget what ifs, do what you know brings you joy right now.” Yoongi finished, pretty proud of his speech especially seeing the way Namjoon smiled back at him, dimples on show.
“Thank you Hyung, I can’t wait to tell YN.” Namjoon picked up his laptop, taking it out of the room before sitting back at the table, this time carrying a stack of plates.
Jimin and YN came down the stairs hand in hand, as always Jimin looked well put together, if it wasn’t for the puffy eyes you would never be able to tell that a difficult situation had broken out. YN was the definition of beautiful, a red dress, her hair wavy, makeup not too heavy but the smokey eyeshadow brought her eyes to life. Yoongi was tempted to turn them both around and take them upstairs to fuck, lazy fuck because he was tired but still fuck.
Maybe tomorrow.
Seokjin and Namjoon wandered over to YN, from the blush on her cheeks they were complimenting her an unhealthy amount.
“Where are you taking her?” Yoongi asked Jimin.
Jimin smiled at him. “A restaurant, then to a light display and then a walk.”
“Get her flowers.” Yoongi advised. “Actually , just one.”
Jimin frowned. “Why? I could get her a bouquet.”
“She’s awful at keeping flowers alive.” Yoongi jokes and Jimin pushed his arm, shaking his head in laughter.
“I’m great at keeping flowers alive.” YN must have overheard them. Yoongi rolled his eyes, opening his arms to her.
He breathed in her perfume, whatever she had on smelt beautiful. Yoongi pulled her closer, nosing at her neck it was a soft floral scent, Yoongis favourite.
“Cars here, we gotta go.” Jimin declared but Yoongi didn’t let go. “Hyung, stop hogging my date.”
Yoongi reluctantly let go, not before pulling YN in for a kiss, eyeing Jimin the whole time.
Jimins face hardens. “Don’t I get one too Yoongi?”
“Fuck off.” Yoongi laughed. Walking away from the pair.
Yoongi could feel Jimins glare at him and knew exactly what he had done, he hadn’t exactly forgotten the conversation they had during their challenge the other day, Jimin clearly said if he dropped honorifics it meant he was acting as a dominant, not as a boyfriend or friend. A part of Yoongi loved the fact Jimin couldn’t do anything, not right now at least.
Yoongi couldn’t help pushing, Jimin looked hot when he was pissed. YN seemed to have noticed something but didn’t bring it up, Jimin steadied her as she put her shoes on and then they were off.
…and Yoongi was horny but it would have to wait as seokjin started to bring the meat over to the table.
“Where is Jungkook?” Namjoon asked Hoseok as he trotted into the room. “And Tae?”
“Jungkook is coming down, just changing his shirt. I haven’t seen Taehyung.” Hoseok turned to Yoongi. “Hyung?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Not since I came down.”
Jungkook walked into the room, eyes focused on the table of food.
Hoseok patted him on the shoulder, grabbing his attention. “Jungkook where is Tae? Dinner is ready.”
“Oh.” Jungkook looked up at Hoseok. “He’s upstairs. I checked but he is asleep.”
Jin signed, frowning. “Poor thing, I’ll save him a plate.”
“Soooo…can we eat?” Jungkook rocked onto his heels.
“Yes yes, eat, god it’s like you’ve not been fed.” Seokjin laughed, taking a seat.
Jungkook made a look as though to say “Really?” He took some salad into his bowl. “Didn’t exactly have time to eat.”
“It was definitely dramatic.” Namjoon added, sliding a piece of meat into his mouth.
Yoongi didn’t have much to offer the conversation, focusing his attention on satisfying his forgotten hunger. It was already 8 pm and he was wiped out. He had some work to complete but that could be left for another day, he was wiped out.
Yoongi wasn’t afraid of emotions nor was he cold but when there was an influx of emotions going around he easily got overwhelmed by them, despite his deep understanding of emotions he never much bothered discussing them only when it was necessary. Maybe that was why he was so tired now.
“I’ll do the dishes.” Namjoon offers, practically all the food gone spare the plate that had been put aside for a still-sleeping Taehyung.
“What did Sejin say earlier?” Yoongi asked, remembering the man showing up for a while.
“He saw what happened but wanted to give us space to resolve it, he had to check to make sure it was okay but once he see it was under control he went back to his van. He did warn us no fighting and we have to replace to plates Taehyung smashed.”
Jungkook chuckled at that. “I will can’t believe Taehyung smashed plates. It’s been a long day.”
“Yeah it has, I’m going to have an early night. I’m exhausted.” Yoongi huffed, tucking in his chair before climbing the stairs. He knew he could get into his own bed but something about relaxing in Jin's room, stealing his sweater, felt eighth. So he did. It didn’t take long after brushing his teeth and changing his clothes his head hit the pillow and he was out like a light.
He was awoken much later as a sleepy Jin crawled in beside him. Yoongi lets himself be swaddled up in Jin's arms. “My baby had an emotionally draining day.”
“What am I? Your son?” Yoongi grumbles. “I’m not a baby.”
“Shut up and let me have this.” Jin scolds, placing a kiss on Yoongis's head. “I’m really proud of how you stepped up today.”
“Thanks.” Yoongi was half asleep but he still managed to smile a little at Jin's praise.
They both sat up a little as the front door closed, giggles growing louder, bodies thumping against the wall. Jimin and YN must have been back, possibly drunk from the way they did not worry about those sleeping in the house. A bedroom door closed and the house fell into silence once more.
“Kids.” Seokjin chuckled, pulling Yoongi back down to the bed.
Despite the dramas of the day he was where he wanted to be, wrapped in the arms of one of the many men he loved, with the other people he loved just down the hall. Everything was right in the world.
Whatever happened next they would face it together.
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You Drive me Crazy || Jeon Jungkook (M)
Genre : Yandere Theme based
Pairing : Yandere Jungkook × Reader
Summary : You drive him crazy to an extent that he steals your panties to sniff while releasing his build up sexual tension.
Warnings : Only for mature audience. Contains SMUT. Stay away if you are Underaged!.
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You grinned after getting done with today's class as it was almost evening and finally you can go back to your warm and cozy bed.
You walked down the street and as it was autumn so shedded leaves crushed as you walked. You stopped on your path as you hear the sound of footsteps behind you which crushed leaves too . You furrowed your eyebrows as you felt like someone is walking behind you like everyday . Yes, you are always being haunted by this feeling as if someone is watching you or following you but you always shrugged away your thoughts blaming it on your bad habit of overthinking.
You entered your flat and locked the door behind you . You headed straight towards kitchen as your stomach was rumbling_ with hunger .
Finally you entered your room and flopped_ on bed. After scrolling through insta for a few hours, maybe because you were ovulating you started feeling hot and an urge originated inside you for doing that deed.
You huffed as you closed the lights and removed your clothes getting naked with just your beautiful baby pink panty on, you layed down on bed. But little do you know that there is someone present right outside your window. Today he showed the guts to climb up the pipes to reach the small cliff_ right outside your window. He scooted_ down to keep you unaware of his presence.
You opened a p orn website and clicked on the video that appeared first. You watched some videos which turned you on to an extent that your pussy started producing slick and wetness pooled between your legs which caused the material of panty to stick on your core.
Finally you gave in the urge as one of your hand travelled down past your panty. You gasped as your forefinger and middle finger came in contact with your throbbing clit. Jungkook's heart started pacing on seeing you spread naked in front of him with hands inside your panty. He mentally cursed and got turned on to the next level as his cock throbbed in his pants.
You slowly started rubbing your fingers around your clit in the shape of eight teasing yourself . You bite your lower lip as a moan escaped your lips. Jungkook's heart stopped for a second on hearing your beautiful moan for the first time which travelled straight to his core as his cock jumped in its confines.
" Shit!" Jungkook cursed silently as he palmed his growing bulge outside his jeans. He bucked his hips on his palm at your thought. how badly he wants to shove your face into his bulge and make you kiss hiss bulge outside his pants just to tease you before shoving the real thing in the wet carven_ of your mouth. He hissed as he closed his eyes at this thought. He slide down his zip as his hand travelled inside his pant to hold his cock.
You slipped your middle finger inside your entrance and started thrusting in and out, you moaned on adding a second finger as your pace increased. Your fingers were rubbing against your vaginal walls giving new waves of pleasure. You could already feel a knot building up in your stomach so to reach your high quickly you started flicking and rubbing your clit with the thumb. You used the other hand to pinch and pull your erect nipples as you gasped and moaned louder.
Jungkook started moving his hands pumping his cock inside his pants as he hissed and moaned while increasing his pace . He bit his lower lip so hard that he almost drew blood from it. He imagined his dick instead of your fingers inside your hole. He would love to fuck you so hard, rough and raw! Oh how bad he would ruin you with pleasure by giving you orgasms after orgasms using his tongue, fingers and thick veiny dick that you would lose count as he would fuck you to pure bliss .
You continued to pump your fingers in and out as your legs started trembling .
Jungkook too followed your pace as he pumped his cock on the same pace as yours as he was quickly reaching his high. Your continuous loud moans helped him to reach his high quickly as his hips got the mind of their and he started fucking his how hands trying to catch his high.
Finally your toes curled as you left your nipple to grip the bedsheet and with the loudest moan you cum.... There Jungkook too cums on his fingers with you as he was sweaty and breathing heavily.
You continued to thirst your fingers to ride your high and finally you removed your hands from your panty, breathing heavily with sweat formed on face.
You discarded your panty in the laundry pile and went to take shower.
" Fuck! Day by day you are becoming so irresistible baby... Only I know how I am holding myself back.... This show which you gave me today turned me on to an extent that I I can't to make you mine , don't worry I will make you mine soon... pretty soon!"
Jungkook entered her room from the balcony he picks up her ruined panty bringing it closer to his nose, sniffing it. He cursed many times as his mouth watered wondering the taste of your pussy. He almost whined licking up your cum from your panty.
" Fuck baby! You taste heaven, as I imagined! "
He quickly looked around and shoved your panty in his pocket adding another piece into his collection of your undergarments. To get off later by sniffing and stuffing his mouth full of your fresh ruined up panties as he would reach his high then cum on your panties assuming your wet hole at its place.......
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Vermilion - Part 2
The fate of the band rests on the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame? Part 1
Word count - 3.0k
Warning - Jungkook is a complete asshole, he makes a remark about acne, cuss words.
Bts , Nct , Ateez
————————————————————————The bright red numbers on the clock did nothing, but aggravate him more. At exactly three o’clock in the morning Jungkook could do nothing, but stare blankly at the wall in front of him. Being in this room was the last thing he ever wanted, actually being this close to you was the last thing he ever wanted. It was your stupid fault that he was even in this mess to begin with. Vermilion was doing just fine before you came along, and ruined everything. Just because you and the other two grew up together doesn’t mean you should just get a free ride into the band. There were much better looking and more talented people that had approached them. But for some stupid fucking reason they decided that friendship was worth more than a good reputation.
Watching you sleep so peacefully was pissing him off. He didn’t deserve this, three bedrooms would’ve been just fine with him. But no you had to be a raging bitch and get him stuck in this situation. Now you’re gonna have to pay, and he’ll make sure of it. As silently as he could he crept out of bed, the squeaky mattress not helping as it creaked under the slightest movement. But as quickly as he could he stood up, and rounded the corner of your bed. Your phone was laying in the nightstand and his perfect plan was in motion. With a quick hand he held it up to your face, but sadly for him the stupid Face ID wasn’t working. Multiple combinations went through his head. The first attempt was your birthday, and when the screen shook lightly to indicate it was wrong he tried to think on his feet.
What would someone like you have as a passcode to your phone? Then it hit him, 02-16-20, the date the band got its first big gig. He closed his eyes as he put in the last digit and he prayed that when he opened them back up your Home Screen would appear. By the grace of god the picture of you all, which has him ever so slightly cut out, appeared. So original, but he plans on getting your back. The clock app was ready and waiting to be clicked on. Your alarm for five o’clock sharp was turned on, but now it’s sadly deactivated. Maybe making you late to the interview tomorrow will show you jusy how much bad luck you truly are. After finishing his mission he quietly crept back over to his bed and grabbed a pillow and the small throw blanket that laid beside it. Using the flashlight on his phone he dug through his belongings for a quick outfit. Like hell if he was gonna come back and let you have any time to get ready.
The floor was surprisingly silent as he made his way to the door. With a quick hand he swiftly brought the door open and shut it as quietly as possible. His feet brought him right towards we’re he wanted to go, Namjoon and Yoongi's room. Three quick knocks sounded on the door, and now all that was left to do was wait. And wait he did, five minutes seemed like hours to him as he stood outside the door. Another round of knocks, that we’re sharper and harder this time, sounded off the door. Soon enough it swung open with force enough to blow his hair slightly.
“The fuck do you want?” A pissed off Yoongi stood at the door. His eye bags were heavily displayed as he rubbed them. An eyebrow cocked up as he stood impatiently waiting for the younger guys to respond. “Well, are you gonna tell me, or can I shut the door?”
“Please I’m begging you, y/n, it's so damn loud with her snoring I can’t get any sleep.” Jungkook faked a yawn as best as he could. His eyes started to droop as fatigue started to set in. Yoongi narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he examined what was in front of him. A pleading look took over Jungkook’s face as he started to lean against the door frame. “Please!”
Begrudgingly, Yoongi moved aside for him to enter the room. A quick smirk jerked at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. Part one of his plan had been completed, now he at least gets two and a half hours of sleep. He made his way towards Yoongi’s now empty bed, but before he could even lay his pillows down he was jerked back by the collar of his shirt. A confused expression began to cover his face.
“You get the floor, I get the bed. That’s what you get for waking me up at three in the morning.” Yoongi yawned as he crawled back into the warm spot. He turned his body away because he knew that Jungkook would put on his puppy dog eyes and beg him to share the bed. But before he could even protest, Yoongi spoke again. “It’s either the floor in here, or out of the hall.”
Jungkook made a face at the older man, but nonetheless he made himself a comfortable spot by the heater. The floor was way better than a bed next to you. Hell a dumpster was a better place to sleep, if it meant he could be away from you. He propped his arm underneath his pillow and adjusted his blanket. Phase one was done, now it was time to drift off to sleep with the thought of you being so unprepared for tomorrow. And as sick as it sounds he put him right to sleep.
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A sharp jab to his side woke up right up. A confused namjoon stood him. An eyebrow coked as a way of asking, why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?
“Couldn’t sleep with some loud bitch snoring in my ear.” An even harsher jab was delivered to his side as he abruptly sat up. “The hell?”
“Sorry, my foot slipped.” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the suitcase that was next to him. He ignored the guy on the floor and proceeded to toss his suitcase on the bed. Digging through it for an appropriate outfit for today's interview. “Do you think y/n is up yet.”
“I’d say so, normally she gets up an hour before we have to leave so she can get ready.” Yoongi yawned as he ran a hand through his hair. His outfit was already on, the only thing he needed now was shoes. “But do you think we should go check?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, he needed to think of a response quickly. If they went and woke you up now, then you would definitely look put together for an interview. “I wouldn’t, you know how girls are when you see them without their makeup.” A fake laugh passed through his lips. He silently prayed they we would believe that.
“For once the idiot is right, y/n, doesn’t really like to be bothered when she’s getting ready.” Namjoon stated as he stirred the sugar into his morning coffee. Thanks to Namjoon’s morning tiredness he wasn’t thinking as sharply as he normally does. And Jungkook thanked the gods for it. Because know you get to see what it’s like to be on the other end of sticking out like a sore thumb. After all the times you’ve made fun of him for being unprepared it’s payback time.
“It’s okay five thirty, I bet the breakfast bar is still open downstairs.” Yoongi piped up as he finished tying the laces in his sneakers. “It looks like we could all use an energy boost.”
This couldn’t be more perfect, they were gonna be all the way downstairs, even further away from you. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from smiling just a little bit, you’re definitely not gonna be ready by the time six o’clock rolls around.
“Why the hell do you look so happy?” Namjoon questioned as he placed his cup in the sink. A questioning look across his features.
“Jsut excited to finally have a good meal for once is all.” Jungkook shrugged as he pulled the black t shirt over his body. He stopped in his tracks halfway from the door as he saw the other two weren’t moving. “Can we get going, I’m hungry.”
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The loud banging on the door made you shoot up in bed. Without thinking you raced towards the noise and swung the door open. There stood four confused men. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you waited for them to speak.
“Well you didn’t have to get so dolled up to answer the door, sweetheart.” Jungkook sarcastically stated he took a big bite from the treat in his hand. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your eyes widen, you realized just by looking at them. They were ready to go, and yet you were still in your pajamas.
“Oh my god!” You panicked and shot away from the door. With a quick hand you grabbed your duffel bag and rummaged through it. Your hair isn’t done, your makeup isn’t done, nothing is done. “What time is it?”
“It’s five forty five, we were all getting worried when you didn’t text us back so we came to check on you.” Yoongi stated as he walked into the room and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You had multiple outfits to pick from, but he could tell your mind wasn’t thinking right.
“Is it that time of the month, because it looks like your acne is getting worse.” Jungkook asked as he sat himself down on his bed. The creaking of the mattress filled your ears as you tried to fight back tears. Did you really look that bad?
“Shut up, idiot.” Yoongi barked as he turned his attention back to you. He could tell just by your demeanor that the comment stung. He knew that you were always weary about your looks and Jungkook talking like that definitely wasn’t helping anything. “Here this is nice, put it on and we’ll all go wait outside for you.”
Without a second thought as Yoongi walked away he grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt. Tugging at him harshly to get him up from the bed. He stepped on the back of his heels purposefully as they walked out the door. “You just can’t stop being an asshole for one second can you?”
“It's not my fault that she looks like shit.” A harsh slap was delivered to the back of his head. A small gag came from the back of his throat as he coughed up his cinnamon roll. “Dude!”
“That’s enough! We have less than ten minutes to get on the road if we’re gonna make it in time, and I need you two to stop acting like brats and be civil for an hour!” Mr.Young tried to keep his composure as he stared at Jungkook. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. So much chaos was happening around him and was about to make his head implode. He asked one thing of you two, one thing, and it already seems like it was a mistake to give you all a second chance.
“We have five minutes to spare and I’ll just do my makeup in the car.” You painted lightly as you swung open the door. Relieve flashed over Mr.Young’s eyes as he ushered you all towards the elevator. You hugged your makeup bag close to your chest as you closed your eyes. Elevators were always something that made your blood pressure shoot through the roof. Namjoon stood behind you as he rubbed your arms to calm you down. He knew this wasn’t easy for you. Through the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook was stifling a laugh, but right now you couldn’t care less.
The moment the elevator doors opened your eyes were blinded by flashing lights. The poparazzi screaming incoherent words to you all as you raced through the crowd. How did they even know you guys were here? Before you could even think a strong hand grabbed yours and helped you push the crowd. The lights flashing from the cameras and all the scream fans made it hard to focus on whoever was in front of you. Bobbing and weaving every chance you had as you tried to avoid the cameras. Soon enough everyone was piled into the back of the car.
“God, can you let go of me now?” Jungkook shouted as he yanked his hand away from yours. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his jeans as his face distorted in disgust. He had you all over him now and he couldn’t stand it. Before anyone could yell at him he spoke once more. “What? You said it make it look like we can at least stand each other, now there’s paparazzi photos of us holding hands.”
“I know what I said, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t scream in y/n ears in the back seat.” Mr.Young huffed as he rubbed a hand down his face. As much as he hated to admit it Jungkook had a point. If there’s photo evidence of you two acting like that then maybe in no time the people will see that you two don’t actually want to kill each other.
Your mind couldn’t comprehend anything right now. Your brain was still fogged with sleep as you felt your eyes drifting closed. A small slip of your head woke you up. And your eyes found the purple bag that was sitting neatly in your lap.
“We have an hour ride, here I’ll hold your mirror and if you go fast enough maybe you’ll get a thirty minute nap.” Yoongi smiled softly as he angled himself good enough to prop your mirror up. You thank him quietly as you dig around in your bag looking for your certain products.
“Yeah, she’s gonna need all the beauty rest she can get.”
“Ya know I still find it so funny that you're up and ready to go, and yet I was still sleeping?” You questioned lightly as you patted the concealer under your eyes. Your eyes momentarily left the mirror as you side-eyed the man sitting beside you. His eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue. When you didn’t he simply cleared his throat.
“You were snoring so I slept in the room with Namjoon and Yoongi.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, but inside he was dying. This was one topic he was hoping you wouldn’t bring up. He was praying that all you would worry about is how you looked, but by the grace of god you decided to act with your brain for once. And he could tell underneath all that tiredness you knew that something was fishy with this whole situation.
“Don’t pay him any attention, just keep getting ready so you have more time to sleep.” Mr .Young huffed once more from the passenger seat. But with that sentence you dropped the conversation at hand and paid close attention to the mirror. But there was still a nagging voice on the back of your mind, because when did you snore so loud it kept a person up?
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It was a short lived car ride as your body was gently shook awake. A blurry face Yoongi stared back tiredly as you. He gently pushed your head off of his shoulder and he gathered up all the makeup that spilled on the way there. A grateful smile hung on your sleepy features as you put everything he handed to you back into your bag. From the corner of your eye you saw your purple beauty blended on the floor boards, but before you could reach down a foot stomped right against it.
You watched in shock as Jungkook stretched his body and shoved his feet forwards. His boots left tread marks against the cushion as he scraped his feet off of it. As he sat up he noticed the purple sponge in the floor that now has dirty and grim caked all over it. He sucked his teeth as he picked it up from the floor and tossed it into your bag. All that left his mouth with a simple and insincere apology, as he opened his door to get out.
“I wish I knew what his fucking problem was.” You huffed as you pulled the dirty blender from your bag, and made sure none of your other makeup was contained with his filth.
“If I knew, I'd tell ya, but we have to go now. I’ll buy you a new one after we’re done today.” Namjoon sighed as opened his door and stepped out. You smiled softly at him as your zipped up your bag and waited for Yoongi to get out. He swiftly opened the door and held his hand inside for you to grab. A small gesture, but it still meant a lot coming from him. Since you know touch isn’t something it’s normally okay with.
Your smile beamed brightly as you saw the crowd that was lined up at the door. Their screams echoed in your ear as you stood beside Yoongi. Some had flowers, some had made cute posters, but even the ones who didn’t make anything still seemed so happy jusy to be there. And you were truly happy that each and everyone of them was there.
Yoongi leaned towards your ear every so slight, just to make sure you could hear him over all the yell. His warm hand was placed on the small of your back, as he gently nudged you forwards. “I’ll let you go first, but I promise I’ll be right behind you.”
You nodded your head softly as you made quick movements up the staircase where everyone else was waiting. You could only pray silently that this interview went well, you needed this to well. Because you know that if you two can’t put up a good front then vermilion may be at risk. And that was the absolute last thing you wanted. With a quick huff of breath you opened the stations doors.
You were ready to give this your all, and you could only hope that Jungkook was willing to do the same.
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Ok….that story is an emotional roller coaster. My essay contains a lot of spoilers. Viewer discretion is advised. Lol
Jin: lmfao, that man was insane! Like I’ve seen some interesting thing before.. but…. So First I was like ‘aw little nice guy act. That’s cute.” Then he kept say he’s not gonna let anyone hurt y/n and that he’ll protect her and I’m like….. ‘boy I don’t even know.’ Lmfao then he turns out to be this intense yandere…. If I can’t have her, no one can.
Yoongi: Fucking Yoongi! Damn you yoongi! I was rooting for that cute nice guy/shy guy act….. but babe I could smell you out a mile away. I knew that shit was to good to be true. I think up until the branding, I was whipped. After the branding I was like ‘babe… what we doing? What is this?’ Then this man assaulted her… I was done.
Hoseok: I put Hoseok because I don’t know where the hell hobi was. I’m not gonna lie that man low key traumatize me. Like after that bar smut I was like 😀 one thing that gave him away with him being like a double agent was the kidnapping. You said he was there but there was only sounds of Namjoon being dragged out then y/n was alone. Like ain’t no way he just got up and left. Lol
Namjoon: I’ll be honest…. You’re a genius babe. You took beefy buff buff from dom energies to a sub. He was whipped! Lmfao. He was probably the most sane person there. With me, I don’t have like a mommy/daddy kink so Namjoon’s and jimin’s part specifically were so funny and awkward for me.
Jimin: dead ass….. fuck you. I give a damn about your sob story. I don’t give a damn about you wanting to ‘change’. I don’t give a damn about you becoming whipped for y/n. One thing that did kind of hurt my feelings was the possibility of Jimin being a sweet/nice person before yoongi ruined him.
Taehyung: I’ll be honest… this story low key almost made me tae biased… lmfao. Anyways. He was insane but also (besides namjoon) the most sane person. He gave lover energy while everyone else gave fuck buddy. I’ll never admit to this but my feelings were hurt when he was ‘dead’. Taehyung was also giving ‘I work for everyone, but I also work for no one.’
Jungkook: he was giving mixed signals from the start. Now he was whipped! But then he wasn’t… It gave me trust issues. I was low key shocked when he did that car chase. Like babe I thought we were besties.
Y/n: yes she gets an opinion. This girl was sincerely aching my nerves. Bestie was all over the place. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a concussion from everyone targeting her head. The bruises this girl must have…. But she seriously had everyone whipped for her. Lmfao. Like they’ll sacrifice everything for her. Had them trained. She had to be good.
I haven’t read the two sided endings yet but I’m sure when I do… I’ll be back. Although my essay is mostly me ranting about the downfalls of each character, I promise that story was/is really fun. Like the suspense that happened in it. I think one of my favorite scenes was when yoongi drove y/n to Jin, but Jin didn’t know yoongi, but Jin knew yoongi was the one that threatened him, then yoongi smirked and and went like ‘shh’ then pointed a finger gun at y/n. What was funny was that yoongi said that he’ll deliver her right to him.
Nonanon🤍
spoilers below the cut!!
I LOVE THIS AND YOU. thank you for sending this in its always so much fun to see what yall are thinking :))))))) you're dead on with like basically all of your opinions though, i agree hahaha. i put some thoughts down myself too -
JIN: ive thought about this quite a lot actually - whether or not jin is yandere or just like crazy. jin is troubled for sure, he's like not technically in love with yn or anything though she was just an appetizing victim to him. his character is notably unrealistic and kinda just something i was having fun with because he was off the rails and did not give two shits about anything
YOONGI: i wrote death valley for Yoongi. like he was the muse he was the center he was the man. it is a dark fic, and he turns out to be a dark guy but if we look at the psyche of yn she is so attuned to liking this made up glamorized idea of a pop star (jimin) and yoongi was able to embody all of that. she was bound to get attached, he played her right to him. the only thing he didn't anticipate was that yn was genuinely being delusional at first and she was not actually how he expected her to be. taehyung however knew because taehyung was the one that actually picked up on her mannerisms
TAEHYUNG: and that brings me to the man of the hour. i could write a whole other fic about death valley taehyung to be honest. he is, first and foremost selfish. he is manipulative and charming, but doesn't actually care about anyone but himself. not jimin, not yn, not yoongi. he has had to be this way, and thats not a part of death valley but id assume he has some cold backstory that made him this way
HOSEOK: hobi's name is yet to be cleared. he's not as bad as he's been made out to be which we will find out about in the ending. he's essentially just yoongi's bitch and he usually never steps out of line (he rejected yn at first) but then he did and shit went down and he's suffering the consequences. he's just trying to survive in a very strange industry
JIMIN: this goes back to yn's psyche. jimin turns out to not be what she expected but the fact that she idolized him so heavily makes her want him regardless. it explores the extent of that idolization. and since jimin was always so heavily sheltered away, he's attracted to the very fact that yn worships him - but then gets even more attracted when she starts to show who she really is and that she isn't gonna put up with his childish antics. i always say that jimin and yoongi are opposites - yoongi is calm and collected but RAGES past a point while jimin is a total brat most of the time but when he gets truly angry he is very collected and focused. more on that in the ending though. he was not a good person because of how yoongi manipulated him but yes, at the core he's not that bad. he doesn't want to be bad, and he really does like yn a lot he just doesn't know how to manage himself
NAMJOON: clears throat. look all im gonna say is that the cute one's are always sus. namjoon was at the start of it all. he was there throughout everything. he was always around and always knew what was happening. he dragged her to the heart of the mess right away. he's conveniently been able to build a genuine friendship with yn too and made himself out to be a hero most of the time. but he's not so innocent. he's after something. a few things. one, he hates jimin. has since the start. not a huge fan of yoongi either but he does what he has to to build his career. he holds resentment for both of them, a notable amount. there is an overlying theme of obsession in the fic, not just romantic. yn's obsession with the singer jimin. yoongi's obsession with jimin, turning into one with yn. jimin's obsession with yoongi as someone to look up to. taehyungs obsession with power. namjoon's obsession with becoming famous and getting revenge.
JUNGKOOK: he was meant to be a breath of fresh air, a fuck buddy and was useful to stir up the plot when i needed. he had an internal struggle of being true to himself versus doing what was expected of him. now he's a good guy though, so finally he chooses himself over everyone else too.
YN: a lot of you have expressed that you find the reader to be very irritating and chaotic, and TRUST ME I KNOW HAHAHAHA. she is self destructive in a lot of ways, and a promiscious legend all at once. the story was trying to show her changing over the fic, becoming more just strong and raw to herself. taking charge of her situation rather than letting these men manipulate it for her. i have fucked up yandere plots but try to empower the reader by the end usually hahahahahaha maybe not really idk. she is a mess, and she reflects the story too which is chaos and was meant to be
i also wanna say that, i realize and admit that death valley was very confusing at times. there are a lot of things stylistically and plot wise i wished i would have done differently and they are things i am trying to address in nexus. like, death valley was PWP to the core. for me it was about creating the visual situations to build up to the next smut scene more than anything. smut smut smut smut it was just fun crazy wild chaos.
in nexus, i hope to do a better job of building character personalities, making the plot more central than the smut. keeping the reader on their toes with a good amount of twists and turns, but also not too much that its hard to keep track. ot7 fics are hard, and kudos to authors who do them well. it was a lot of fun writing death valley at first, and i hope to be able to give you all a fun, enjoyable ending that ties everything up in a neat knot and leaves you satisfied.
ANYWAY all that aside, death valley is a party and the party isnt over! i love getting your perspectives and interpretations its really motivating for me so thank you again <3 <3 <3
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he doesn’t mess around when it comes to you alina 🫢
choice!JK
its been a week since he’s last seen you. after filing a missing person’s report, staying in contact with the authorities, and checking your location it’s safe to say you have officially disappeared without a trace. he’s unsure as to why but he knows you leave without telling someone. he wonders if you’re okay, are you and minho safe? it’s hard for him to sleep when his mind is occupied with your wellbeing and minho’s. taehyung just hopes that you’re okay..
“don’t worry” he says while staring at his lock screen picture that shows you, him, and minho having fun at the beach. “i’ll find you soon”
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mrs. min is unsure if you finally getting out of bed and making your way to the bathtub is ‘progress.’ it’s the most movement she’s seen you do all day but you still look robotic; apathetic and the food is still sitting on the nightstand where she placed it. you’ve yet to touch even a crumb on the plate full of food and you’ve yet to acknowledge mrs. min too. you aren’t even you anymore and mrs. min isn’t sure how to ‘fix’ you.
but finally, after hours of being ignored mrs. min hears your soft voice from in the bathroom. despite your tone being calm, you sound emotional. “mrs. min? can i bathe alone, please? i promise won’t do anything bad. i just…i’d like to be alone”
your polite request almost has mrs. min in consideration but then she remembers jungkook’s orders, keep an eye on you even while you’re in the bathroom.
“i’m sorry, dear but i can’t do that. how about i stay in the bedroom and watch you from afar?” offers mrs. min but this time you don’t respond. you head to the bathroom and fill the tub with your favorite aromatherapy scents and soak yourself in the warm water.
the bathroom is quiet and all that can be heard are the suds popping in the bathwater and your steady breathing. unfortunately, the moment of tranquility is ruined by jungkook who enters your bedroom who frantically asks mrs. min to tell him where you’ve gone. when she points to the bathroom, jungkook instantly rushes in to make sure you’re okay and when he sees that you’re sitting in the bathtub he’s relieved that you’re okay but he’s still pisses that you haven’t ate since he left.
He’s really glad to see you all safe in the bathroom but you still look really depressed and his drunk mind isn’t in the best state right now.
“she hasn’t eaten has she?” he doesn’t acknowledge you, but asks Mrs Min about you, and she slowly shakes her head, and he feels anger bubbling up inside him once again. “Yn what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think that starving yourself will help you? You can’t leave. No matter what.” he rolls his eyes.
 he’s staring at your body which is inside the bathtub and you’re not even uncomfortable that he’s right here in the bathroom while you’re naked so he asks for Mrs Min to leave.
“Yn… I don’t think you have any right to be angry at me right after you fucking left me without an explanation- do you miss your boyfriend is it? He’s the reason you left me in the first place.” Jungkook stalks closer to you. With a haze of jealousy, and anger in his eyes.
“do you want me to bring him here too so you will eat?” He taunts, he cannot help but laugh, because you probably never loved him enough to starve yourself because of him, and it breaks his heart.
Why could you have never loved him the way he loved you.
“Okay yn… please I am begging you to eat- I’ll do anything if you eat, just eat.” he begs you, sitting right beside you. He is staring at you, but you have tilted your head and you’re staring right out of the tinted window.
You wont even look at him now.
You’re literally killing him and you don’t care.
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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers
♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)
♡ word count- 9k
♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.
♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!
Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.
He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.
Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.
Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.
“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.
You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”
“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”
You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.
“I’m at our park.”
Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.
“Give me five minutes, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
“Okay.”
Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.
He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.
You still look so beautiful.
And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.
He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.
“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.
He sniffs haughtily.
“The trash added character.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.
“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.
He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.
“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”
You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.
“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”
Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.
“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.
“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.
He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.
“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”
“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.
“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”
As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.
You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.
“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.
He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.
“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”
Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.
“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”
You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.
“You call Jimin a prince?”
Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.
“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”
You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”
You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.
“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”
“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”
Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.
It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.
The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.
The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.
Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.
“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”
Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.
The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.
He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.
His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.
He just matched with YOU.
His best friend.
His secret, lifelong crush.
He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.
YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!
He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.
JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?
You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.
Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.
JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀
Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.
A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.
YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies
“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.
Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.
“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”
You huff.
“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.
“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.
There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.
“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”
You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.
“It’s nothing!”
“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”
“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”
“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”
You roll your eyes.
“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”
“I’ll be expecting your call later.”
“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”
“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”
You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.
“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.
You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.
So, why do you care so much about what you wear?
You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.
Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?
The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.
You shake all thoughts off.
No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.
You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.
Perfect.
With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.
JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!
ME: See you soon!
Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.
Is he too casual?
He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.
Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.
He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.
He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.
It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.
You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.
He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.
You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.
“Jungkook?”
It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.
“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.
“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.
“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.
“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.
In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.
“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”
His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.
“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”
The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”
A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.
“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.
You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.
“Well, are we going?”
Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.
But he resists.
“Let’s go!”
You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.
But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.
Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.
But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.
Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.
And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.
It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.
“What’s up?” He asks curiously.
Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.
You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.
“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”
Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.
Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.
As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.
“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.
Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.
“What? We were going to get ice cream?”
You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.
You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.
“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.
His body stiffens.
“Okay, let me walk you home.”
You shake your head, already moving away from the man.
“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.
Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.
You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.
“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.
“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”
“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.
“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.
“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.
Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.
“We’re on our way over.”
Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.
Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.
Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.
“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”
Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.
“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”
Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.
“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”
Jimin nods knowingly.
“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”
Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.
“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”
You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.
“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”
Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”
Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.
You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.
Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light
speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.
“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.
Ouch.
You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.
“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”
Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.
“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”
“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”
“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”
Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.
“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.
“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”
You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”
“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.
He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”
“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”
He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.
“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”
“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”
You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.
He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.
He can’t watch you run away from him again.
“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”
Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.
“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”
He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.
The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.
“Hi Kook.”
The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.
It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.
Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.
Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.
“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.
The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.
“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”
He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”
He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.
“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”
The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.
“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”
He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.
The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.
“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”
The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.
The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.
“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”
The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.
“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”
His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.
He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.
“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.
Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.
The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.
It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.
It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.
Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.
Maybe it was too late.
You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.
“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”
“You should have brought a jacket.”
The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.
Jungkook.
He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.
He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.
“You came.”
He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.
“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.
“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”
He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.
“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.
“Every word.”
His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.
“Why did you run away?” Another step.
You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.
“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”
One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”
You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”
All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.
“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.
“And I promise to never run away from you again.”
Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.
“I would like it if you would.”
As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.
“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.
“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.
“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”
Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.
Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.
“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.
“You’re such a little smartass.”
His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.
He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.
“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”
You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.
“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”
Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.
“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.
His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes.
“Feels pretty real, huh?”
“Y-yeah.”
Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.
“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”
Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.
One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.
“How about this? Not a dream?”
He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.
“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”
You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.
“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.
“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.
You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”
He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.
“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”
He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).
Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.
“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”
Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.
“Still dreaming?”
He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.
“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.
You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.
“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”
Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”
His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.
His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.
“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”
His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.
“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.
Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.
“I plan to find out everything.”
Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.
“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”
He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.
He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.
“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”
Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.
He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.
He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.
“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”
His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.
“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”
He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.
His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.
One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.
“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”
His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.
“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.
“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”
Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.
“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”
He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.
“And I need you, my love.”
“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”
Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.
“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.
He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.
After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”
You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.
“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”
He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”
“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”
He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”
A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.
“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”
Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.
“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”
Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.
“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”
“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”
Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.
“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”
Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.
“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”
He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.
“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”
You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.
“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.
He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.
“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”
The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.
“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”
A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.
He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.
“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”
With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”
You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”
His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.
He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.
Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.
After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.
“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”
You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.
“All yours.”
“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.
You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.
You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.
“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”
Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.
“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”
Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”
Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.
You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.
“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.
“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”
Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.
Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.
“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”
You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.
“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”
Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.
“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”
You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.
“Sure, Kookie.”
He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”
Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”
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“Having to watch Jungkook chat with his ex the entire day has left you with a nasty itch of jealousy. There was only one way to get rid of it again. You have to show him that he was yours and only yours.”
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, slight hard Dom!Reader, mommy kink, jealousy sex, rough pegging, sex against a wall, multiple positions, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), use of multiple dildos cause he deserves it, prostate milking, ass spanking, face slapping, choking, reverse strength kink, dirty talk, Kook is trying to stay quiet but she isn’t having it, also he wears one of her jumpers & looks really cute in it, possessiveness, loving aftercare & communication
Wordcount: 4.2k
a/n: I wrote this lil story within two hours hahahah I was completely feral for the idea of Koo wearing her hoodie and trying to muffle his noises with his sweaterpaws while she is trying to make him be loud. Also, I am saying this once again, just as I say about every pegging drabble I write for this couple, this is my fave omfg it’s so hot hafdshf 🥵💗
You were never a jealous person, neither an over-possessive one. That changed when you met Jungkook. Now you find yourself eyeing certain girls with jealous eyes and every now and then you catch yourself draping a protective arm around his waist. Your therapist says that a certain level of possessiveness was normal, as long as you don’t let it consume you.
Well, it has consumed you. It has eaten you whole and swallowed you without chewing. You are in its dark belly with no way to escape.
It wasn’t like this yesterday. It started today and there was one simple reason for it.
The company Jungkook and you spent your day with.
It was quite the long story on how you got into the situation where you currently find yourself in. Jungkook called it a "leisurely millionaire meet-up". Basically it was a small clique of rich couples all around the age of you and Jungkook. Jiwoo and Yoongi were here. Kim Seokjin and his wife were here. His brothers were here too. Kim Namjoon with his new wife. And Kim Taehyung with his wife. Yes, that wife. The woman who broke up with Jungkook years ago and who he calls Noona. There were three other couples too, but those weren’t of importance in this story.
Fact was however, that Yoongi and Jiwoo invited all of you to a nice weekend in their countryside mansion and you had to spend the entire day watching Jungkook chat with that woman (he chatted with other people too, but again, they weren’t important right now).
And it leaves you literally choking on jealousy.
"Fucking take it", you growl into his ear, slamming your hips into him.
Jungkook whimpers, clasping your shoulders with his nimble fingers while his body is trembling out of control. He can barely handle the fuck and yet he knows that complaining is fruitless right now. You were hellbound on ruining his taste for any other person ever.
"Yeah, fucking whimper for me, Bunny. Fucking whimper", you order, drilling your thick strap into him with such force that he can’t help but do.
Jungkook is panting, slipping, grasping you for dear life. He has no idea why you fuck him that hard, but he is not going to complain. He wanted you ever since he set foot into this mansion.
It is way into the night by now. The house is sleeping, but not you and your boyfriend. You are awake, fucking against the wall and trying not to wake the others. At least that is what Jungkook was trying to do. You were very much trying to force sounds out of him.
That is also why you picked out the wall you are currently fucking him against. You want his sounds to soak through its plaster and enter the room next door, because right behind that wall that woman was slumbering with her husband. And you wanted her to hear who fucks Jungkook so good.
"Ah", he lets out, throwing his hand over his mouth to muffle himself. His teary eyes lock with yours, his knees buckle when he sees just how crazy you look right now.
"Why are you muffling yourself? Put that hand away, will you?" you almost barked the order, punishing his gaping hole with harsh thrusts.
Jungkook squeezes his own face, eyes widening in surprise before his eyelids flutter in bliss.
"I said. Put. It. Away", you growl, stepping closer just to fuck him deeper.
You have one of his legs in a tight grasp, forcing it to wrap itself around your hips. His other leg was shaking in both pleasure and exhaustion. His back was grinding against the wall, his ass hit it in rhythmic thuds each time you thrust into him.
The position is tiring for both of you and yet you fucking love it. You love it because Jungkook looks so fucking submissive in it.
Your sweet man, shaking and trembling as you show him just how much you own him.
Jungkook grasps the back of your neck with both hands, his nails dig into your skin but you barely feel it. All you feel is Jungkook’s burning up body trembling in your hold.
"Mommy", he chokes out and gives you the cutest face of devastation ever, "please slow d-down."
"Slow down?" you laugh in judgement, "why? Can’t fucking stay quiet mhm?"
Jungkook nods his head vigorously.
"Good", you growl and make his hole swallow your big cock.
Jungkook opens his mouth and makes a sound. He holds back, you know that he does. The sweet bunny still wants to be respectful, he still wants to be secretive. Not with you.
"Louder", you order, wrapping your hand around his throat to squeeze down on his veins.
"Holy fuck, mommy", Jungkook croaks, grasping your hand with his shaky fingers. He doesn’t tug it away, but he still fucking loves to pretend that he is fighting you off. It makes you squeeze down just that much harder and makes his head feel just that much dizzier.
You squeeze down, fuck him hard, force his body to hit the wall. Jungkook moans, gasps then bites down on his lower lip.
"Stop holding back", you carry anger in your voice. The kind of anger which makes Jungkook little sex brain scramble even more. He seriously has no idea what he did to get you into this state today, but holy fuck he feels fucking eternal because of it. He knew that something was in the air the moment you and him went to your room for the night. You had that aura surrounding you. The kind of aura you sometimes get when you are ready to fight the world for him. You jokingly call it your past shining through, Jungkook secretly calls it his biggest damnation. It continued when you pushed him against the bedroom door, looked him straight in the eyes and told him "I want you fucking cleaned out and plugged up, no questions asked."
Jungkook obeyed, no questions asked. And twenty minutes later he had you playing with his ass until he could barely handle it. Another twenty minutes later and he was on your strap, taking it right against the wall and with only half of his clothes off. His hoodie he still had on. It wasn’t actually his hoodie, but one of yours. Oversized even on him, pink and incredibly soft. You brought it with you as your sleeping dress, but then gave it to Jungkook when he got cold during dinner. Jungkook had it off once, but you ordered him to put it back on, no questions asked. And so Jungkook did, no questions asked.
Truth was, you fucking love seeing him in your hoodie. He looks fucking incredible in it. Like a collar marks a dog or ear tags brand cattle, your hoodie labels Jungkook as yours. And that's what he was. Yours. He was fucking yours.
"Please mommy please", Jungkook squeaks out, eyes squeezed shut.
"Please what?" you taunt, tilting his head back just so you can watch how his throat moves under your hand.
"S-slow please."
"No, that’s what you deserve tonight. You don’t deserve a slow fuck."
"But w-why?" Jungkook is so close to sobbing because being quiet is so incredibly difficult. He just wants to scream. At home he could. If you and him were at home right now, Jungkook would turn his throat sore from all the screaming he would do. You feel so fucking good. Your hand around his throat, your strong hold, your strap up his sensitive ass, your hot breath on his skin. Everything feels so good and he just wants to scream.
"Why?" you squeeze down harder, "I told you. No questions asked."
Jungkook sobs, twisting your hair in desperation.
"I don’t get it, I don’t get it, I don’t- ah."
"Yes Bunny yes, moan for me. Do it again. Do it", you order and drill it right out of him with punishing thrusts.
Not for long. Two moans he allows to slip past his lips and then his hand falls over his mouth again. He muffles his moan in his sweater paw, looking beyond adorable doing it, but this also goes against what you want tonight.
You abandon his throat just to rip his hand away instead.
"Hands. Off", you bark, making Jungkook look genuinely flabbergasted for a quick second, "now fucking reach down there and jerk off your pretty cock. Do it now."
"But Mommy that, that will m-make me cum", Jungkook whines, trembling uncontrollably.
"I know", you say and give him a smile so maniac Jungkook finds himself gulping in nervousness, "oh I fucking know. I want you to. You perfect, little babyboy are supposed to cum for me."
"Okay Mommy", he whispers, voice quivering in the good kind of fear. With shaking fingers Jungkook reaches down and wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock. The touch burns like fire, making the task of staying quiet almost impossible.
"Mommy", he whines, grinding his teeth and tilting his head back.
Your eyes flit between his face and his cock. Your grip around his thigh tightens. Your thrusts become faster.
"More. Faster."
Jungkook obeys with a whimper of your name. His cock has been leaking milky goodness ever since you began pounding him against the wall. It is now covering his fingers and parts of your hoodie sleeve.
"Mommy please", he croaks and squeaks.
"Take it. Fucking take it", you growl, stepping closer so your lips would brush his', "let me taste your fucking moans, Bunny."
"Mommy, I’m cumming", Jungkook mewls, shedding tears of utter desperation.
"Then do it, don’t tell me, just do it", you rasp, voice dark in both arousal and crazed anger.
And Jungkook breaks. He fucking breaks in your hold as if his body has been made solely to orgasm for you. His cock shoots his cum up his stomach, ruining your hoodie. His hole pulsates and convulses around your strap, his knees are buckling. And yet he stays quiet. His mouth is agape, but he stays quiet. This disobedient boy stays silent. And it infuriates you. It drives you fucking mad.
And so you sweep him off his feet once his high has died down. Jungkook is too far gone to really register what was happening until he is back down on the mattress and has you on top of him with his legs spread out and thrown right over your shoulders. Yes, you truly have no fucking mercy in you, just as you spread new lube on your strap and stuffed his hole with it as well, you thrust into him again. No break, just instant bottoming out and then harsh, punishing thrusts.
"Ah!"
Just one loud sound he lets out and then he throws his hands over his face. He sobs right into his sweater paws, cursing his ass for being so goddamn fucking sensitive. If it wasn’t that sensitive, if he wasn’t that into getting fucked, staying quiet would be easier too.
"Can you feel that? Can you feel how I'm fucking you open again?" you taunt, digging your nails into his thighs just as you dig your cock into his greedy ass. Deep and without mercy. Jungkook will not only carry your nail marks all over his legs for the days to come but he will have a hard time sitting as well.
Good.
You want him sore and marked up. He is yours and he shouldn’t fucking forget ever again.
"Yeah you feel it and you fucking love it, don’t you?" you pant, watching his cum covered cock leak and throb. He is still so fucking hard. Of course he is, because you fuck him. You make him feel that fucking good.
"Love it, I love it", his voice is muffled by your hoodie.
"Speak up", you spit and grab his hands just to pin them above his head.
Like this his legs bend more, getting pressed into his chest. Like this your cock is stretching him out in a completely new angle and Jungkook is reminded just how fucking big you actually are.
"I love it. Mommy is so big", he pants and sobs softly.
"Yeah? I'm big?" you laugh, it sounds crazy again, "I know I am. It’s what my Bunny deserves. You deserve only the biggest and girthiest and longest cock tonight", you growl, showing him just how he deserves it with skillful movements.
Jungkook squirms, gasping for fucking air. His fingers lock with each other automatically. His back arches, forcing his legs to slip further over your shoulders and for your strap to go deeper.
"Oh", his eyes widen, "deep."
"There we go. Yes", you encourage him by grabbing his hips and pinning them down in the current situation.
"Please, please, please slow. Please", Jungkook begs fruitlessly.
You just speed up more, give him harder thrusts, make his legs tremble and his body squirm in electrifying pleasure.
"Ah! Oh no", he covers his burning up face again, "nononono please Mommy, please I wanna make sounds."
"Then do. Make sounds", you order, soaking up his desperation like a hungry succubus. It fucking fuels you.
"No, I can’t. I can’t", Jungkook stutters, rubbing his sweater paws over his face in desperation.
"Why not? It’s what Mommy fucking wants."
"The others, please I'm gonna wake them."
"Oh I know."
"What?" Jungkook looks at you with soul crushing shock in his teary eyes. You want him to wake them?
Your lips curl into a menacing smile, your eyes darken dangerously.
Holy fuck, you do. Jungkook feels like passing out at the realisation.
"Wake the others", your voice doesn’t even sound human by now.
And Jungkook finds himself crying.
"Mommy please", he begs, squirming on your strap while hiding his face behind his hands again.
You act quickly. You pin them above his head and land a sharp slap on his cheek. Then you grab him by his chin, pinning him down with a strong grip. Jungkook looks completely out of it for a good second before peeling his eyes open to stare at you in utter surprise.
"Stop covering your face. I wanna hear you", you whisper the words, but Jungkook could taste the danger in them.
His cheek was burning, his eyes were burning too. Quite frankly every fibre of his body was burning. You are seriously making him feel as if he was on fire.
"Mommy slapped me", he squeaks out.
"Yes bunnybaby, it’s what you deserve for disobeying me", you whisper, giving his chin a warning squeeze.
Jungkook's lower lip trembles.
"I'm cumming again", he presses out and then sobs.
"Well then do it, will you?" you order and slap his face again.
Jungkook needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. He feels the burn everywhere. Every fibre of his being is finally going up in scorching flames. And he moans. He finally fucking moans because he seriously couldn’t hold back anymore. The type of fuck you are giving him and the type of orgasm which results because of it? It is the type of fuck which makes moaning his last resort at staying human.
You let him tremble until he got rid of his last shake and then you pull out of him. You drop his legs and grab his face by his chin, forcing his eyes to open. Your grip is softer than before, filled with love.
"Colour?"
"Green", Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open, breathing heavily, but the word was as clear as day.
"Good, cause I'm not fucking done with you", you spit and then lift his limp body.
You shift and force and push it into the position you want it in. Hands on the edge of the headboard, knees hips wide apart and back arched. Like this his round bubble butt is on perfect display, currently leaking lube and looking oh so empty. You change straps for the next round. You’re monitoring his body enough to know he needed a smaller strap. Smaller, but all the more veiny.
"Look at you", you spank his ass harshly.
Jungkook gasps and arches his back. The spank was loud, you made it sound that way on purpose. Now that you were closer to the walls again, you wanted the fucking to be as loud as possible.
"Fucking perfect", you praise and then feed his pink hole your veiny strap.
"Hmpf", Jungkook huffs out air, clearly trying to stay quiet again.
"Louder, show me how well I feed you", you order and spank his ass.
"Ah-ah", Jungkook lets out shyly. He seriously looks so fucking cute right now. With your pink hoodie hugging his torso and his hands covered in his sweater paws. His thighs were oh so tense, reddened from arousal and covered in your marks. And his ass. Seriously, you are obsessed with how it looks in this position. Round and so perfectly toned, skin red and pink and greedy hole stretching all around your veiny shaft.
"Fuck Bunny, you are made to take my strap doggy", you say, "you hear me? You’re fucking made for it."
“Made for it…” Jungkook answers you by moaning softly. You want more. You put more strength into your thrusts, forcing his sensitive rim to grind against the thick veins and for his legs to shake.
Jungkook drops his head, almost breaking the wood with his fingernails.
"Ah, ah, oh god, ah", his voice is still quiet, but at least he isn’t holding back anymore.
"There we go, moan for me. Fucking moan for me", you encourage him, giving him a spank as a reward.
Jungkook gasps and flinches, burying his face in the pillows. His hands stay grasping the edge of the headboard.
"You look so fucking good like this. Do I fuck you well, Bunny?"
"Yes, so good. Yes", he mewls.
"I can fuck you even better", you growl and then finally put vigour into your thrusts. This is it. The harsh, rough, merciless fuck of before. It makes Jungkook scream into the pillow because you have brought his body into a state of such sensitivity that he has to scream. It also makes the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and it leaves you feeling fucking high.
"Yes Jungkook, yes. Holy fuck yes", you moan, making the thumping off the bed sound oh so loud. That’s right. That’s how it sounds when you fuck your Jungkookie. That's how he gets treated by you. That’s it.
"Hear it, fucking hear it", you pant, throwing your head back, "fucking hear it."
"He-hear w-what?" Jungkook stutters, barely keeping the position.
"How I fuck you", you answer him and then reach for his cock.
"Holy f-" Jungkook bites the pillows, fingers slipping from the headboard to hit it instead. Nothing else could help right now. He wants to fucking burst. He is aware that you changed straps and his rim is so fucking sensitive from all the fucking you have been doing that he is pretty sure that he can actually cum just from that. He has no idea if such an orgasm was even possible, but he knew that he was dangerously close to one.
He grunts into the pillow, wheezes for air through his nose, grunts and moans and grunts again.
"Wanna cum for me again?"
He nods his head.
"Then say my fucking name."
Jungkook lets go of the pillow and turns his head to the side.
"___", he forces out.
"Yes, oh Bunny", you tremble, "now fucking scream it", you bark and strike him right across his ass.
And Jungkook does. Despite all the effort to stay quiet, he fucking screams your name as his orgasm washes over him. And you climax right with him. Just from the thought of being Jungkook's and Jungkook being yours was enough to make you crumble.
Your hips stutter, you wheeze for air. Jungkook drops, forcing your strap to slip free.
"Fuck", you press out.
"Yeah", Jungkook whispers, feeling entirely numb but oh so happy.
"How are you doing?"
"Completely fucked. Holy fuck, that was incredible. Thank you so much", he lulls.
"Fuck, Bunny…"
You feel your body draw closer to him. You just want to hold him, hug him, kiss him. And you do. You flip him over and scoop him up in your arms, littering his face with your kisses and making him giggle in the process.
"Mommy, that feels so good."
"Oh my sweet Bunny, my sweet Kookie, my Jungkookie", you press out and close your eyes. You force him closer with a hand on the back of his head, inhaling his scent shakily.
Jungkook opens his eyes. He opens them because he felt the distinct burn of tears hitting his face and he was correct.
"___, are you crying?" he gasps.
"I guess", you say, laughing painfully.
"Why? What's wrong? Is this domdrop?"
You shake your head but shrug your shoulders.
"I don’t know", you press out, sniffling as you draw closer to rest your lips against his temple, "I'm just, fuck."
"You weren’t too rough. Please don’t feel guilty. I honestly loved everything you did."
"Good, that's good", you say, taking deep breaths afterwards, "holy fuck Kook, I’m seriously...fuck."
You hug him to your chest, making sure that he stays. And Jungkook stays. He sits up and wraps his arms around you as well. So now you are sitting on bed, hugging and holding the other close and it feels healing to experience.
You weren’t a jealous person, neither a possessive one, so having felt so consumed by such emotions for hours has left you oh so entirely drained. Especially now when you have fucked him the way you wanted to fuck him, especially now when you and him are so fulfilled by your high, you realise just how emotionally exhausted all the jealousy has gotten you.
"Jungkook, I have to talk to you."
"Okay, talk to me."
You keep hugging as you talk.
"I didn’t just fuck you like that because I was horny."
"I kinda got the feeling that there was more behind it. Did I anger you?"
"No my love, you didn’t", you give him a reassuring squeeze, "Jungkook I...I'm-" you have to take a deep breath "I was really jealous today."
"Jealous?" Jungkook gasps, lifting his head, "jealous of what?"
"Of, you know", you point at the wall.
"The wall? Oh no wait, sex dumb moment."
He makes you chuckle.
"You mean her?" he whispers the question, widening his eyes in surprise.
You nod your head, lowering it in shame afterwards.
"Why?" he asks the question to understand you better, not to question your feelings.
"I don’t know. It’s just weird to hang out with them. And then you chatted with her and laughed and all I could imagine was you talking about how awesome your past together was and you wanting it back and shit."
"No, ___, no. We didn’t talk about that at all. The only thing we talked about as far as our past is concerned is just how happy we both are that it turned out the way it is right now. With you and I together and her and Taehyung."
"Okay, that feels good to hear", you say and sigh, "and I guess you calling her noona kinda makes me jealous too."
"Oh ___, please don’t be. I love you so, so much and not for a second I thought of her in a romantic light when I said that name. I'm calling Seokjin hyung's wife noona too and it's the same with her. It’s just because she's older than me and I want to be polite."
"Yes? Really?"
"Yes of course", he goes and smooches your cheek, "you're the only one for me."
"That's really nice to hear. Fuck", you laugh, drying your tears quickly, "I feel like an idiot. I was never that cray cray before."
"It's alright. I hope you don’t feel jealous anymore, because I really don’t want to make you feel that way", he says, petting your cheek lovingly.
"No, just a little embarrassed."
"Don't be. Honestly you can jealous fuck me more often if it’s gonna be like it was tonight."
You laugh, cupping his cheek.
"Okay, I will”, a short moment of contemplation, “that’s not your invitation to go around and purposefully make me jealous though."
He shakes his head vigorously, "of course not. I'd never do that to you."
You smile, caressing his cheek.
"I love you Jungkook."
"I love you too ___."
"Thank you for listening to me."
"Thank you for communicating."
You and him exchange a loving kiss.
“You look so cute in my hoodie by the way, I wanna eat you whole”, you whisper against his lips, making him smile.
“Thank you, I feel really cute in it.”
“You are”, you say, kissing his lips, “you fucking are”, another kiss, “fuck Kook, I seriously”, a long kiss, “fuck.”
“Mhm yeah”, he agrees, knowing exactly what you want to tell him.
You brush his hair out his face, keeping your forehead pressed against his’.
"Should we take a bath together now?" you ask him, "I feel like I've made such a mess of you."
"You did", he grins, "I loved it", then he scoots closer and sits down on your lap.
"What are you doing?" you chuckle.
"Carry me, my legs are jello."
"Kook seriously", you laugh, "I'm strong, but right now my limbs are noodles. I can’t lift you again."
"Please, please, please", Jungkook whines, nuzzling into you so cutely that you can’t help but laugh even louder. And Jungkook giggles right with you.
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Lover Bouquet : One
Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader
AU: Yandere!au, Idol!au
Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut (R)
Warnings: Two instances of NON CON, polyamory, established relationship, yandere behavior, pregnancy discussion, emotional abuse, violence, kidnapping, scandal, blood, degradation kink, mobbing, manipulation, profanity, group sex, oral, smut, cum play, groping
Word count: 19.58k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.
This is an idol au setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.
Author’s note: This fic is set in an au where the boys are part of a 7-member boy band called the Biker Boys Squad (BBS) and everything that follows is completely fictional with no intended resemblance to actual places, bands or agencies.
Cover credit: @maleficosmos-2 ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ, ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸᵎ
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The smooth roll of wheels outside had visibly no impact on the inside of the limousine. The shiny interior, complete with Italian leather and crystal wine glasses screamed luxury. The windows were completely tinted, reflecting the bright lights of every radiant storefront the car zoomed past.
The car smelt like heaven, a bouquet of smells fanning your nostrils and intoxicating you. Cologne, aftershave, hairspray, all the most delicious masculine smells danced around your senses, tugging at your inner coil that was slowly rearing its head up.
Namjoon was going through a little chit in his hand, mostly out of habit than necessity. He didn’t really depend on those notes, but it gave him a sense of security to know he had all the points in hand before stepping up to the mic.
“Hyung, add a line in English at the end for our International fans,” Taehyung said, peering over at the chit in Namjoon’s hand. The little note had words written in neat Korean letters, which the younger man glanced at.
“Yeah, will do, Tae,” the elder man responded, his hand reaching down to pat the head nestled in his crotch.
“Keep going, baby girl,” he said, gently ruffling your hair as he resumed scanning the chit. Taehyung and Jimin were sitting on either side of him, Jimin casually sipping the Cheval Blanc from his crystal glass, his pillowy pink lips made even glossier by the fine red wine.
You bobbed your head up and down Namjoon’s length, savoring his unique scent with your cheeks hollowed out around him, sucking deep and hard.
“Shit, that’s it, baby,” he hissed, too far gone to focus on his acceptance speech anymore.
Jimin smiled warmly, his hand snaking down to Namjoon’s lap. His fingers gripped your hair, and he tugged it gently, seeking control over your head. You obliged happily, letting him maneuver your head as he liked.
He slowly pushed you further and further down Namjoon’s shaft, his eyes trained on Namjoon’s face, watching his face twist in hunger. Jimin’s palm was flat against your skull, pushing you to gobble Namjoon’s cock without sparing an inch.
Yoongi was playing a game on his phone, and he looked up just in time to see you struggling against Jimin’s hand.
“Let her breathe, Jiminah,” he lazily scolded, his gummy smile out in full brilliance.
“N- no,” Namjoon panted, looking at Yoongi with pleading eyes. “So close- I’m so close.”
And with that, he groaned out loud, his hips bucking up subconsciously. He ground his body down to the leather seat, his legs trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.
The hand pressing against your head stayed put, not budging until Namjoon’s legs stopped shivering. Namjoon leaned back and removed his glasses, wiping his hot forehead with a groan. The hand left your hair, moving down to caress your neck.
“Feeling good, hyung?” Jimin’s voice came to your ears like a song.
“You wouldn’t believe how good, Jiminie,” the elder man replied, his breaths coming out in strained intervals.
“Tch, baby…” Jimin said, handing you a Kleenex to wipe your mouth. “You left a drop on Hyung’s trousers.”
Namjoon snapped his head down, his eyes rolling when he saw the single blob of cum on his crotch.
“Damn, those paparazzi will roast us alive,” he murmured, reaching down to wipe it clean.
“No, Joonie,” you whined, hastening to dip your head back down on his crotch. Namjoon’s hand remained suspended in the air with his fingers grasping a tissue, his thigh muscles tensing up when you timidly licked a stripe on his expensive trousers, gathering the blob and sucking it up.
“Oh Y/N, you are so fucking naughty,” Jimin giggled, pulling you up so you could rest your knees.
“Come here, baby,” Yoongi said, his voice thick and raspy. He had waited patiently until Namjoon finished, and now he couldn’t wait a second longer.
Hoseok was sitting next to Yoongi, and the seats were somewhat cramped because four of them were sitting across from Namjoon. The limousine had been altered to their taste, but the seats were a bit smaller than needed.
“Here,” Jin extended his hand, pulling you so you could sit on his lap.
You took advantage of the brief moment to lock your lips against Jin’s neck.
“Hey, no hickeys,” he said, gently swatting at your shoulder. “It’s awards night. No hickeys.”
You puckered your lips up in disappointment. You were only pretending to bite him, just to see his eyes flash. Stern Jin was so fucking sexy.
Yoongi was in the far corner of the seat, and Jin being the smart guy he was, always found a solution.
“Lie down on our thighs,” he said, helping you sprawl yourself across the three sets of thighs, the tips of your toes resting on the owner of the fourth set.
Yoongi’s fingers worked quickly on his zipper, and Jimin’s clear voice teased, “Hyung, you’ll be wrinkling your Saint Laurent suit if you wiggle around too much.”
“Y/N is worth ruining a thousand Saint Laurent suits, Jiminah,” Yoongi quipped as he fished his dick out.
Jin’s long sensitive fingers drew soft circles on your calves, admiring your splendid legs. He brushed his fingers against the curve of your ass, finally settling down to squeeze and knead the firm flesh in his big palms.
The man next to Jin sighed heavily, looking out of the window and squinting through the tinted glass. He had a hard time trying to control himself, but the little toes that kept grazing his thighs distracted him. He bent his head, fighting himself to avoid looking at the sight around him. Of all the men in the limo, Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t staring at your body with simmering lust.
Yoongi was groaning, his hand fisting in your hair as he guided you to take him even deeper. He rested his head against Hoseok’s shoulder, closing his eyes and losing himself in bliss.
Hoseok gazed at Yoongi’s scrunched-up face with warm affection. He always felt supremely happy when Yoongi was having a good time. Your torso was laid on his lap, and he patted your back, encouraging you with soft whispers of praise.
“Yes, baby, that’s it keep going. You’re doing so good.”
Yoongi’s vein bulged alongside his cock, throbbing hard. He was straining so much, curling his toes inside his shoes.
“Gosh, I wanna get inside you,” he moaned, his voice coming out needy and whiny. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, whistling at his wristwatch.
“We’re gonna be on the red carpet in ten minutes, hyung,” he said, clucking his tongue. Yoongi opened his eyes, sending Jin his best pleading look right from his position on Hoseok’s shoulder.
Jin pursed up his pretty lips, looking down at your butt. It was not an easy feat to have full-on sex in the limo. As usual, he was the one who had to improvise a plan.
“Ten minutes is enough for a quickie,” Yoongi whined, his meat still lodged in your hot mouth.
“Okay okay, quit whining. Y/N baby, go sit on Namjoon’s lap,” Jin said, patting your ass. Namjoon looked up, removing his glasses and tucking them inside his breast pocket. He wished he had thought about asking Jin earlier.
You grinned and crawled over to Namjoon, cozying up with your back against his chest, his strong muscular arms spreading your legs wide open.
“All yours, hyung,” Namjoon said, nodding at Yoongi.
It was such a pretty sight to see your red lace undies completely soaked. Hoseok couldn’t hold on anymore, and his hand slipped down to palm himself through his pants.
Yoongi licked his lips, unbuckling his belt for better access. Your legs were already open for him, and Jimin had started caressing your clit with gentle touches. He crouched into a half-kneeling position, grazing his tip against your core.
“Please, just fuck me already,” you cooed, unable to bear Jimin’s teasing anymore. You had to have a cock inside you, it was urgent. Jimin was such a tease, and he enjoyed working you up into a frenzy.
Yoongi smirked, winking at Jimin and slamming his hips into yours, burying himself into you completely.
The car started slowing down, and Jin’s panicked voice rang behind Yoongi’s heaving form.
“We’re here, there’s so many cameras! Stop it, you two!”
Sure enough, there were hundreds of cameras outside, flashes going off every few seconds, waiting for the biggest boyband in the world to step out onto the red carpet.
Yoongi pounded into you harder, sweat running down his temples. He was growling with each thrust, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest and sending a delicious thrill up your spine.
The car rolled to a stop, directly in front of the sea of people. Hushed murmurs were going around as everyone strained to peer through the tinted windows.
“What’s up? Why aren’t they stepping out?”
“Is something the matter?”
“Are you sure they are inside?”
A few reckless journalists tried to inch closer and glance through the windows. But the blinding camera lights reflected off the glass, completely blocking out the interior of the limousine.
Inside, Jimin hastened to pat down Yoongi’s streaming face, his nerves strung out completely. Yoongi buckled over and collapsed on Namjoon’s shoulder, blissed out at his climax. Jin grabbed him by the waist, pushing him back into his seat.
There was no time to be lost, and you got to work immediately, sucking Yoongi clean and zipping him up. You were just done tucking his shirt back neatly when one of the agency’s managers politely knocked on the door.
Looking up, you grinned at Yoongi, patting his knee.
“All done. Off you go, guys.”
You stayed back, keeping yourself hidden while the boys got out of the car one by one, smiling and waving at the crowd. The camera flashes multiplied manifold, clicking incessantly as the lenses gobbled up your boyfriends.
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“I miss you,” you whined, pouting at your phone screen. Hoseok’s gorgeous face pouted too, as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
“I miss you too, Y/N. Everyone does.”
A chorus of groans behind Hoseok declared their assent. Taehyung’s head popped into the screen, and he settled his chin over Hoseok’s shoulder.
“It’s so frustrating without you, Y/N.”
You sighed and shook your head sadly.
“I know, it’s the same here.”
“Hold up, Yoongs wants to talk,” Hoseok said, moving his phone and pushing it into Yoongi’s hand.
“Babe...” he drawled, only half-awake from his power nap. “Get on a flight and come over.”
You twisted the cord on the hoodie you were wearing.
“How? You guys are all so busy. You’re touring so many places. Besides, your schedule is jam-packed.”
Namjoon’s voice piped up from the background.
“I got an idea.”
─── ·❆· ───
“Are you sure this will work?” you asked, shimmying into the black uniform Namjoon had brought you.
“Of course. You can travel with us throughout the tour and no one will know.”
Taehyung whistled on seeing your outfit.
“You know hyung, I’m beginning to see why they call you the brain of our band.”
Namjoon chuckled, his dimples popping out.
“Yeah,” Jimin said, holding you by the shoulders and turning you over to let the others see. “This is brilliant.”
The white letters were stamped boldly on the back of your outfit.
‘BBS CREW’
Jin came closer, pinning an identity badge on the belt loop of your jeans.
“There. You’re officially a crew member now.”
There was a knock on the door, and you ran to hide behind the clothes rack.
“We’re all set,” a crew member said, gesturing that it was time to go on stage. “In five.”
She left the door half open, and you peeped out from behind the rack.
“Time to go?” you asked.
“Yep,” Jin said, gripping your hand. “Come with us.”
There were so many people wearing the same outfit as yours, milling around the backstage rooms. It was very easy to blend in.
You walked with the guys to the very entrance they would go through, heart fluttering to hear the thunderous welcome they received from the audience as they stepped on stage.
It was a terrific experience to stay so close to the stage and see them perform. It was even more astounding to watch the audience get enthralled in the magic your boyfriends created. You stood at the wings, your heart swelling with pride.
After a while, it was finally time for a break, and the guys made their way off stage. They were soaked in sweat, and were panting hard.
“Sprained my ankle,” Hoseok whispered, limping gingerly while Jimin supported him.
“Fan, please,” Yoongi groaned, and a crew member hurried to get him a mini fan.
People were running everywhere, stylists were dabbing touch ups to the makeup and assistants were helping the guys change into the outfits for the next routine.
You hurried to Hoseok’s side, kneeling beside him and taking his hand. A medic was tending to his sprain, and you squeezed his hand tenderly.
“You okay?” you whispered, and he managed a weak nod.
“Better rest this foot,” the medic murmured, to which Hoseok shook his head.
“No. Rest after the concert. Gotta dance.” He was clenching his teeth tightly.
A heavy hand gripped your shoulder, and you looked up. Namjoon was standing with a mini fan, sweat streaming down his face.
“He won’t listen to the medic,” you said in a low voice.
“I know,” he sighed, gently pulling you up to your feet. “Don’t worry too much. It’s like this all the time.”
You nodded, looking around. Everyone was holding mini fans and wiping their sweat off with towels. Yoongi was sprawled out on the floor, and a crew member was fanning him with a big cloth.
“This is hard,” you said, turning back to face Namjoon.
“Yes. But they’re all strong. They’ll handle it.”
You nodded again. This was something they were used to. It would take you some time to get used to it, though.
“Here,” Namjoon said, clasping your hand and walking towards the wings again. The audience were still energetic, doing the fan chant over and over until the guys would get on stage again. Their light sticks were glowing bright, lighting up the whole arena and making it feel as if the stars had rained down to watch the concert.
“See that?” Namjoon whispered, his voice taking on a tone of astonishment. “That’s surreal. So much love, so much energy. They’ve all camped out in the cold for two days. Forget us, imagine how much they’d have gone through to get here.”
You hummed in agreement, still lost in the beauty of the light sticks.
“That’s who we perform for,” Namjoon said, his voice warm and sincere.
You smiled and looked back at his shining face. His eyes were reflecting the radiance of thousands of light sticks.
“Stand by in three...” someone’s voice shouted, and all the guys shot up to their feet with exhausted groans.
They assembled in line again, ready to get on stage for the next performance. One by one, they hurried through the entrance, until everyone except Namjoon had gone back to the waiting area.
“Namjoon-ssi!” someone screamed in alarm, and you shook his arm to get him going.
“Go on, Joon,” you hissed, trying to push him into action.
He looked at you in a daze, and dipped his head urgently.
“Namjoon-ssi!” Another voice called out in emergency, when he cupped your chin and captured your lips in a frantic kiss.
You saw people running towards Namjoon out of the corner of your eyes. There were confused shouts, as the red digital timer counted down the seconds to cue the music.
In a quick flash, he broke the kiss and squeezed your hand, running over to join his mates on stage.
─── ·❆· ───
“Jinnie?”
The mischievous eyes twinkled at you when he replied with a coy “Hm?”
You were lying on his chest, content with listening to his heartbeat thudding away. When you raised your head to look at him, you placed your chin on his ribs, making him squirm and giggle.
“Y/N! It tickles!”
He was still laughing, trying to lift your pointy chin when your next words caught him off-guard.
“Jungkook was so sulky today.”
His laughter died down, the glee on his face replaced with an inscrutable emotion.
“Do you know why?” you pressed, not ready to leave it undiscussed. “He looked like-” you batted your lashes, “-like he was pissed off at us.” You drew a long breath. “Mostly at me.”
Jin was quick to cup your cheek, tutting at the last comment.
“Of course not, Y/N. He was probably nervous about the concert.” He could clearly see that you weren’t convinced. “I’ll talk to him about it.”
You nodded, lost in thought. Did Jungkook not want to be part of the relationship? He hadn’t kissed you or said a kind word to you in days. He had flinched hard when you had touched him earlier in the day. You were about to open your mouth and voice out your thoughts when the bed dipped beside you, and Taehyung’s large sinewy hands landed on your waist.
“Jin hyung, I need to cuddle Y/N to sleep,” he said, his sleepy voice deeper than it normally was.
You swallowed your words, forgetting your thoughts at the deep voice booming into your back. Jin hummed his acknowledgment to Taehyung, gazing at the ceiling in peace, content with having you draped on his chest.
The boys rarely closed their doors, because it was so normal for one or the other to pop into your room at night. You were in love with all of them, yes, but you always slept with Jin. He had been your first boyfriend, and it was a given that you would go to bed with him every night.
The rest of them dropped by sometimes, as Taehyung had just done. Sometimes it even led to threesomes and steamy hot sex. But tonight, you were content with the Jin-Taehyung sandwich. Because the boys were frequently in and out of the room, you left the door open at night.
A digital watch somewhere in one of the rooms lit up its iridescent digits, sounding a slight chime when it turned 2 am.
You were having a dream, and the sound interrupted it, waking you up. You had no desire to open your eyes. You lay with your eyes closed, listening to Jin’s even breathing in tranquil happiness.
Taehyung moaned slightly in his sleep, burying his head into your neck and crushing you tighter against his chest. His thick hair brushed against your skin, and you grudgingly opened your eyes.
It was so dark, and you made out Jin’s hand stretched towards you, in case you wanted to nestle into the crook of his armpit. You smiled to yourself, loving how sweet he was. You wanted to crawl into his arms, so you decided to move slightly.
You raised your head, and your sleep-heavy eyes caught sight of a figure sidling along the open door, the sudden apparition eliciting a strangled scream from deep within your bosom. You rubbed your eyes and squinted again, but the apparition had vanished.
“What? What is it?”
Jin was up in an instant, his groggy voice somehow soothing your anxiety. Taehyung woke up too, and between them, they asked you what had happened, and you pointed at the door with shaking fingers.
“I- think I saw someone. Something.”
Jin squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.
“Y/N, baby, what exactly did you see?”
Your nerves were shaken so bad you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper.
“Someone- was watching… me. I only saw the eyes. And then- it- disappeared.”
Jin looked at Taehyung, the brief glance laden with meaning.
“Okay, I’ll go investigate. Taehyung, stay with Y/N.”
Jin got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room in search of the mysterious apparition. Taehyung hooked his chin on your shoulder, hugging you protectively and blowing air softly on your neck. Jin was gone for a good ten minutes before he returned to the room.
“I did a thorough sweep, Y/N. There’s no one at the house except the guys.”
He climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets over his legs. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.
“Don’t worry baby, even if he or she comes back, you’ve got two strong boyfriends in this room to protect you.”
God, Jin was so good at making you feel perfectly safe. You smiled and squeezed his hand back. Taehyung hummed behind you, agreeing to Jin’s words.
In a few minutes, Jin was peacefully breathing again, his hand resting on your waist. It was heavy, but the weight gave you reassurance.
─── ·❆· ───
“Yoongi!”
Hoseok’s morning routine included waking up his friend and kicking him out of bed. The guy was simply impossible to rouse, and the rest of the guys steered clear of his morning temper. He reserved a string of eloquent curses to fire at the unfortunate person who woke him up, intentional or otherwise.
Hoseok and you were the only ones immune to his foul mouth. Hoseok simply cursed back at him, and you had a completely different method of waking Yoongi up. A method that involved locking your lips around his morning wood and humming around it.
Today, however, you weren’t around to save Hoseok’s ears.
“Where the hell is Y/N?” Hoseok muttered to himself, ripping the sheets off the man curled like a kitten underneath. Yoongi had a large queen-sized bed, but he insisted on rolling into a ball when he slept. It was endearing to find him curled up like that, but the next moment he would hiss and scowl, cross at being woken up. That man certainly ran hot and cold so quickly.
Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to go off, when Hoseok pushed a pillow into his face.
“Save your breath. I’m gonna go find Y/N. Get your ass off the bed, hyung.”
The rest of the guys were up and about, chattering noisily and clattering dishes in the kitchen.
“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU USE THAT PAN FOR THE EGGS?”
“Taehyung I swear to God if you break that plate…”
“Namjoon just flip the pancake, man you’re burning it!”
Hoseok waded through the noise, walking down the kitchen and crossing a suite of rooms. His sharp ears picked up your whimpers, and he followed the sounds, briskly trotting towards the source.
The door was half-open, and he stepped in, not bothering to knock.
“Goodness, what a racket!”
Jimin had you pinned up against the wall, your legs wrapped tight around his lithe body. One of his hands was around your neck, and the other was working on rubbing your clit. He had been ramming into you hard, and he jerked to a stop at Hoseok’s voice.
“Hobi hyung!”
Hoseok licked his lips when he saw your pretty little cunt filled to the brim with Jimin’s thick cock. He felt himself stirring in his pants.
“Such a noisy one,” he said, walking towards you. “I could hear her whining all the way in the kitchen.”
Jimin grinned, his eye-smile lighting up his face.
“I’m doing my job right then.”
Hoseok snickered, tracing his finger along the bridge of your nose, bringing it over your lips. You opened up obediently, sucking on his finger with closed eyes, still impaled on Jimin’s cock.
“You need something to stuff your mouth with, darling,” Hoseok murmured, and you nodded in agreement. He wasn’t satisfied though, and he glanced at Jimin, and the latter slipped out of you without a word.
“No,” you moaned around the finger, whimpering at the loss.
“Use your words like a good girl, baby,” Hoseok said, popping his finger out of your mouth. “Only then you’ll get Jimin’s dick back.”
You loved it when Hoseok was all riled up and ready to snap. He was delicious when danger oozed out of his persona, threatening you into submission.
“My mouth needs to be stuffed, Hobi,” you said, drawing the syllables out sexily.
“With what, baby?”
Jimin’s sly smile returned, and he bit his lip while he waited for your pretty lips to form the words.
“With your cock.”
“That’s right.”
Hoseok nodded at you, and Jimin set you down gently, untangling your legs from his hips. You went down on all fours, and Hoseok turned so his back was supported against the wall. He sunk his fingers into your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your face towards his crotch.
You had learned the art of unzipping pants with your teeth, so it was easy to unzip him. Behind you, Jimin was spitting on his palm and stroking his length.
“Please,” you whispered, lust blinding you. “Please fuck me.”
The men grinned at each other, and with one savage push, Jimin sheathed himself inside you again. Hoseok had been slapping his dick against your cheek, and when you opened your mouth to moan at Jimin’s entrance, Hoseok took the chance to push himself inside your warm silky mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing at your roots hard. “Beat that pussy hard, Jiminah.”
Between the two of them, they found a steady rhythm that let you get fucked on both sides without any lag. Jimin was going at it hard, slamming himself into you like it was his last day on earth. It was sinfully delicious to hear his angelic voice groaning loud with each thrust.
You moaned around Hoseok’s cock, tapping his thighs softly. He stopped abruptly, looking down at you in concern. He slipped out of your mouth gently.
“Yes, baby?”
You ran your finger on your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your mouth. You knew it always drove him crazy when you did that.
“Hobi, sit on my face.”
A smirk spread on Hoseok’s face, and he chuckled lightly.
Jimin pulled your hips towards him, helping you lie down on the floor. Hoseok gently placed your head down, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable in the slightest. And then, he knelt so his thighs were on either side of your face, and dipped his pelvis down a bit, ghosting his weight on you.
You reached out and pulled his thighs closer, whining “Just sit on me please.”
He giggled, his whole body vibrating in mirth.
“Want me to teabag you, little slut?” He lowered himself down a little more. “Huh? Is that what you want?”
“Mmnnhhhh” you buried your face into his balls, and Jimin lay down flat on the floor, his face burrowed into your clit. His lovely lips clasped tight around your bud, his tongue working hard and fast to reduce you to a pool of wobbly jelly.
Above you, Hoseok grabbed his dick and pumped himself hard, dipping his balls in and out of your mouth all the while. He growled when you sucked on them and used your teeth to slightly graze them.
His hands roamed over your chest, gathering your breasts and massaging them. He saw Jimin eating you out at a feral pace, and a fresh pang of want made his dick throb. He aligned his cock between your supple mounds, starting to fuck your breasts while you suckled on his balls.
“Fuck, Y/N. You are a damn fucking goddess,” he breathed, picking up his pace and working his cock faster, amazed at how your breasts bounced so beautifully around him. His thighs started quivering, and you could feel his sweat beginning to moisten his skin. He was so close.
He ran his hands over your breasts and traveled down, leaning forward a bit, doubling up so that his face was in level with your navel. His hot breath sent all your nerves into overdrive, and he started kissing a line down to your belly button.
You moaned out loud, but the sound came out strangled because you had a mouthful of balls. Jimin felt you tremble and shake under him, and he smiled into your pussy. He worked his finger into you, curling and twirling proving even his fingers could dance.
You felt Hoseok’s tongue lick a hot circle around your belly button, and that was it for you. There were stars in your vision, and you trembled so hard that Jimin gripped your calves tight, helping you ride it out. Hoseok straightened his back, seeing you shake all over. He put his arm around your neck and held on to your shoulder, wiping your sweaty forehead and kissing your hand softly, cooing to you.
Jimin shot up the next moment, wiping his mouth and laughing that sweet tinkling laugh.
“Hyung, she squirted all over me!”
Hoseok had just finished shooting his cum all over your breasts, and you strained to look at Jimin.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Jimin.” Hoseok tilted his hips and you propped yourself up to look at the mess you had created. All of Jimin’s shirt, right from the collar to his torso, was soaked.
“I’m sorry... let me clean it,” you reached your hand out, and he simply swatted it away.
“What are you sorry for? Lie back down and let me eat your pussy again, baby.”
─── ·❆· ───
Eighteen months ago
“Jinnie,” you called, turning to face your boyfriend who was stuffing his face with noodles. You were fidgeting before the mirror, unsure what your boyfriend’s reaction would be.
“Huh, babe?” he asked, still busy scraping the last bits of noodles from the takeout box.
You quickly stole one last look at yourself in the mirror and then marched to the side of the bed. His suit was strewn over the white sheets, and he was in his boxers, slurping noodles like his life depended on it.
“Tell me if this dress is okay,” you said, standing directly before him.
“Why, that’s a lovely dress, you’re so pretty!” He paused to fan his mouth, the spice finally catching up to him. “Hot. Damn hot. You. And the noodles.” He fluttered his hands wildly, coughing dramatically.
You tossed a water bottle to him, giggling at his red face.
“So,” he said, sipping the water thankfully, “why do you even ask that? I bought that dress for you.” He scrunched his nose up, looking at you in mischief. “Are you doubting my taste?”
He got a well-aimed pillow thrown against his face, and he laughed.
“Why else would you ask?” he raised his voice like a bratty child.
“This.”
You pointed to your boobs, biting your lip. He pushed the cushion under his head, ogling at your body lazily.
“I don’t see anything wrong with your rack.” He smiled proudly to himself. “You look awesome.”
“But,” you sighed, nervously pulling at the fabric. “The neckline- it’s too deep.”
“So? It’s even more sexy.”
He didn’t seem to get it.
“Seokjin,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “What about the rest of the guys? What would they think? Isn’t this more... like… suitable for when we go on a date, alone, just the two of us?”
“Ah.” He finally understood what you were going on about. The dress had a very low neckline, and you found it weird that he had suggested you wear it to the party with his friends.
He cleared his throat as if he were going to say something. He opened and closed his mouth several times, not a sound escaping his lips.
“Y/N, listen. I need to tell you something. But can it wait until after the party?”
He saw the curiosity burning on your face, but you managed to nod.
“Also, don’t forget to wear the fishnet stockings I got you.”
You tilted your head and gazed at him, pursing your lips.
“Are you trying to show off before the guys, Kim Seokjin?” you asked, accusingly.
He shook his head, the smile never leaving his lips. “Just wear it to the party and I’ll tell you all about it later.”
———❖———
You were slipping your heels off, Seokjin was lending you his arm to balance yourself. He had looked stunning in his suit, and you had loved the way his eyes streamed while he joked and kept everyone in splits.
It was a very hush-hush party open only for the label’s artists and their dates. Seokjin didn’t have much privacy in his life, and he tried his best to take advantage of the precious few private parties that came his way.
“Careful,” he said, catching hold of your arm just before you slipped. “I don’t know what you get by torturing your feet like that.”
You simply giggled, pouting your lips at him. “You’re too tall, Jinnie. I need to be able to kiss you whenever I want.”
And there, you had done it. You had made the master of jokes blush so hard his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, his breadcheeks straining hard to contain his smile.
“Let’s go and have a drink.”
He tried to walk ahead, but you caught his sleeve and tugged.
“Jin, tell me what the big secret is,” you mewled, loving how good his toned arms felt. “You know, you said there’s something you had to say.”
He patted your knuckles, nodding sweetly.
“I know. That’s what I need the drink for.”
You huffed, watching him saunter over to the cabinet to pull a bottle of wine. He was so damn hot when he was in suits, but he was hotter when he was pulling his bow loose and mussing his hair. You followed him to the bedroom, tagging along like a lovesick puppy.
The rest of the chaotic group were drinking and fooling around in the living room, rocking the walls with their boisterous laughs. It wasn’t unusual for Jin to bring the boys over; they were always hanging around one time or the other.
“Ahem.”
You crossed your arms, and the gesture didn’t help Jin. Your boobs were squished together and the deep neckline made it impossible for him to focus. He licked his lips and took another sip of the wine to steady his nerves.
But Jin had such an easy relationship with you. He knew that he could talk to you about anything. He trusted you so much that he just knew what he was about to say wouldn’t break your relationship. He just needed to find a way to break the ice.
“Come here,” he murmured, patting his thigh. “Come sit on my lap.”
You glided towards him, settling down on his lap happily. Your cleavage was even closer now, and Jin just lost control.
He placed his glass down, not caring about staining the rug. With a deep moan, he pushed his face into your chest, burrowing into his favorite place in the world. He rubbed his face against the soft flesh, purring in delight.
You let him be, carding your fingers through his thick glossy hair. He would talk when he was ready. Meanwhile, you would enjoy your boyfriend’s attention contently. His teeth were grazing your skin now, sucking soft love bites to show his appreciation.
“Jin,” you breathed, and he lost it completely.
“Fuck, yeah. Say my name like that.”
He lifted his head to look into your eyes, and you saw the rich want coloring his pupils.
“Lemme inspect my girl,” he whispered, pushing his hand between your legs and feeling around for the familiar wetness of your undies.
“You’re soaking already, Y/N,” he groaned, and you saw his nostrils flaring. He gulped at the feeling, and his Adam's apple bobbed enticingly. It was the most beautiful sight ever.
His finger pushed the fabric aside, easily scooping up your essence. He looked straight into your eyes as he brought his digit to his lips and licked it, curling his pink tongue and making your insides clench.
Jin was blessed with long bony fingers, and they were a bit crooked too. A fact he took huge pride in. Because it allowed him to do things to your pussy that no one else could. He slid one finger inside you, drinking in how bothered you looked.
With a soft groan, you parted your legs wider to give him better access. His finger pumped in and out of you, drawing strangled moans from your shaking body. He slowly increased his pace, never taking his eyes off you.
“J-Jin..”
He slid another finger in, and this time his crooked bony fingers found your happy place and pushed against it, reducing you to a whimpering mess on his lap. He never stopped, his chest puffing with pride when he saw how you came undone on his fingers.
“Wanna cum?” he asked, and you nodded vigorously. His grin made an appearance again.
“You gotta ride me first, baby.”
Smiling impishly, you tore the jacket off his shoulders in one swoop. His shoulders were so wide, and you loved grabbing onto them when you rode him. The white dress shirt underneath had gold-plated buttons, winking at you. Seokjin certainly deserved to be dressed from head to toe in gold.
You could hear the boys knocking things around in the living room, and the little wildcat in you reared its head. You liked the thrill of riding Jin with his friends just outside the room. Jin might never guess it, but you wouldn’t even mind if one of the guys actually walked in on you bouncing on your boyfriend’s cock.
Snaking your hand down to his crotch, you unzipped his pants and fished his dick out. He was rock-hard. Jin always had loads of glossy pre-cum, and you slowly worked his juices all over his shaft, stroking him. He grabbed your wrist, his plush lip caught between his teeth.
“Sit on me.”
You gladly obliged, shifting your hips and hovering over him. He pushed your undies aside with his thumb, and you slid down his length, sheathing him completely. Once he was fully in, you rotated your hips, drawing sharp curses from his pillowy lips.
“Ah shit, Y/N. That’s it. Faster, go faster.”
You picked up your pace, holding on to his broad muscular shoulders and bouncing as fast as you could. Jin usually wanted to see your breasts when you rode him. That day, however, he made no effort to undress you. The red fabric was bunched up unceremoniously around your waist, but your breasts were still clothed.
“Oh gosh, Y/N, allow me….”
He grabbed your hips, pushing himself off the bed and thrusting up into you. You let him take over, squeezing his shoulders and letting him rail you as he pleased.
Jin loved the whimpers escaping your dirty little mouth, the sounds egging him on to ruin you completely. He pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling your ears like a crescendo.
“Like my cock stretching you, huh?” He panted between his thrusts. His stamina was out of the world.
“You’re my little cockpuppet, aren’t you?”
His words always had the effect of reducing you to putty. That man had such a filthy mouth, one he was only too happy to unleash on you.
“Oh goddamn, Jin!”
You knew he was close; the taut flesh of his abdomen was quivering with the stirrings of a powerful orgasm. Your fingers clawed into his broad shoulders just in time.
Jin sounded nothing like his ordinary self when he cummed. He had a special sex voice that only you had the privilege of hearing. He moaned out loud, growling like an animal in pain as he shot all his seed inside your walls.
You could feel his cock pulsate inside you, twitching as your pussy milked him for all his worth. His breaths came out in hot pants, beads of sweat rolling down his temples.
“Feeling good, baby?”
He looked into your eyes, and you smiled happily at him.
“Never been better.”
The soft breadcheeks stretched into a smile. Damn, he was so beautiful when he smiled like that.
You hooked your finger under his chin.
His finger was tracing circles over the fishnet stockings, and you raised an eyebrow naughtily.
“Since when are you into fishnets?”
He chuckled slowly, chewing his lip.
“It wasn’t exactly for me... Remember when I said I had something to tell you?”
You huffed in impatience, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and peering at him curiously.
“Come on! Tell me. Now.”
He looked down at where both your hips joined. He slid his softening dick out of you, and you silently helped him tuck himself back into his pants.
The sound of the zipper closing shattered the silence. He bit his lip and peered into your eyes.
“Y/N,” there was a slight shake in his voice. “Have you ever…” His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. “What do you think of…”
You blew out your cheeks. It was unusual for your ever-confident boyfriend to sound so doubtful.
“Just say it, Jinnie.”
He took a deep breath, and ran his fingers up your thigh, gathering his thoughts.
“Y/N baby, you sometimes moan in your sleep.”
You smiled at him playfully.
“What do I moan?”
He knotted his eyebrows and sighed softly.
“You moan the names of the other members.”
The smile froze on your face, your heart steadily dropping in your chest. It felt like someone had shoved a giant block of ice down your throat.
“I- I didn’t mean to… It wasn’t…”
Jin saw the panic on your face and shook his head hastily.
“Hear me out, Y/N.” He reached his palm to cup your cheek. “Wait, listen.”
He hadn’t meant to make you feel guilty in the slightest. He shushed you and blurted the words out:
“I meant to ask what you thought about sharing.”
You wrinkled your forehead in confusion.
“Sharing what?”
He wiggled his nose, carefully looking at your reaction as he said the words:
“Sharing you with the other members. Like- like a poly relationship.”
Your jaw dropped, and you regarded your boyfriend with a wary look. Was he really suggesting that? Or was it a snide question? You knew the Jin you loved would never be mean to you. He was too straightforward and blunt to beat around the bush.
“Are you… really asking me?”
His finger traveled up your face and traced your cheekbone.
“Of course I am. You can tell me no if I crossed a line.” He paused for a second.” I genuinely want to know if you’d like it.”
You bunched his shirt up in your fists, scared of what would happen next. Would he hate you if you said “Yes”? Would he feel inadequate? Would he feel like he’d been cheated on?
It was a while before you found your voice.
“Am I going to lose you?”
His face became serious.
“Why would you? Of course not! Baby, I’m the one suggesting it.”
He was suggesting it? The thought made your head spin. It was all too raw to process.
“Are you drunk, Jinnie?”
You knew he wasn’t. Your boyfriend had an extremely good tolerance for alcohol. He shook his head without taking his eyes off your face.
“Don’t worry, I am not. And no, I am not going to back out in the morning.”
He really was serious. You chewed on your lips, gazing at his open face.
“And- the guys, how will you talk to them about… this?”
He bit the inside of his cheek, his rare dimple peeking at you.
“I may have already talked about it with them.”
You drew back in horror.
“What?!”
He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position. He had talked about it with his guys, and they had been open to trying it if you really wanted it. Jin knew how your mind worked, and he was sure you’d want to try at least once.
“Sh, Y/N. It’s all up to you now. No one will judge you for it. I know the guys. They all adore you. Just tell me if you want to try this.”
Your hands flew to your hot face in a poor attempt at hiding yourself. Jin’s big palms caught your wrists.
“Don’t hate me,” you whined, your voice so low it was close to breaking.
———❖———
Jin held your hand tight as he guided you to the living room. The six other guys were boisterously arguing about something. A sudden hush blanketed the noise as soon as Jin ground to a halt in the middle of the room.
You refused to look up, staring at the rug like your whole body would ignite and go up in flames if you did.
“Let’s go to the guest bedroom,” Jin said, addressing the men in the room. He jerked his head at them and turned on his heel, pulling you with him.
The bedroom was the biggest in your apartment, and it housed two queen-sized beds. You had originally intended to rent it out to your friends before your boyfriend came along.
Jin drew the blinds and returned to your side, tapping his foot on the floor gently. One by one, the guys made their way into the room, forming a semicircle around Jin and you.
They were all still in the suits they had worn to the party. Granted, a few ties and bows were loosened and some suits were specked with pizza crust. But they looked just as fucking handsome as ever, disheveled or otherwise.
Everyone looked slightly nervous, and they waited for someone to break the ice. Namjoon, used to his role of the leader, took the lead naturally.
He cleared his throat, glancing at you.
“Y/N, I… um… understand this is all new, but…”
Jin stared at Namjoon, silently urging him to use his eloquent mouth to come up with something more confident.
Namjoon took a step forward, his palms open to in an attempt to instill trust.
“We all love you so much, and I assure you that there’s nothing to be worried about.”
The rest of the group nodded in silence, and you looked at Namjoon through lowered lashes. This was so surreal. Was it all a dream?
Jin squeezed your hand, and you squeezed it back. Gosh, this was so real.
You saw the polished tips of Namjoon’s shoes advance towards you.
“If you say no, we’ll leave this room and forget that this ever happened. We’d understand.”
God, no. You couldn’t say no. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t want them. But how was it all true? How did all seven of them like you back? Was it right to even think about it?
“No,” you saw the tips of Namjoon’s shoes stop abruptly on the floor.
“No," you repeated, "I can’t say no.”
The gleaming shoes hesitantly made their way towards you again.
He stood directly in front of you, and Jin let go of your hand. A sudden feeling of panic rose up your chest, but it disappeared when Jin’s hand reached to grip your shoulder lightly.
Namjoon reached his hand out, saying,
“Is it okay if I do…” He rested his palm against your hip, “…this?”
You gulped and nodded, staring into his chocolate eyes.
He gently squeezed your hip, watching you in rapt attention.
“And this?”
“Yes,” you breathed out shakily.
“You’re wearing fishnets,” Namjoon noted with barely contained eagerness, and you saw Jin cheekily nod his head at his band mate.
“Just how you like it, huh?” Jin teased, winking at Namjoon, who blushed in return.
Namjoon’s hand slipped around your waist, and he murmured in a soft voice, “Is it alright if we move closer to the bed?”
You nodded your head in a daze.
“Uh-huh.”
The rest of the guys parted, breaking the semicircle and making way for you. It really was happening. The thudding in your ears grew louder and louder.
Namjoon sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.
“Come sit, honey.”
You turned and looked at your boyfriend, seeking reassurance before you let yourself go completely. Jin nodded his head and winked, a little smile playing on the edges of his lips. Drawing a shaky breath, you climbed into Namjoon’s lap, feeling incredibly self-conscious.
“We can stop anytime you want,” Namjoon said, gazing earnestly at your face. “Do you want to continue?”
You bit your lip and looked at the men clustered around you. This was it.
“Yes, I want to.”
A barely audible sigh escaped Namjoon’s lips. Had he been holding his breath too? Was he nervous too? Nothing about his persona gave away his nervousness. His fingers were steady, so was his voice. He had an aura of confidence in every move.
“Are you sure, baby? You are okay with this?”
“Yes... oh yes, please.”
The last word was drawn into a needy whine, and Taehyung chuckled from across the room. A few of them were sitting on the other bed, watching the events unfold. Jin was standing at the foot of the bed, his hawk eyes never leaving you. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, looking unbothered. But only he knew the way his stomach was doing backflips, the thought of having you leaving him shaking in his shoes.
Namjoon gently cupped your jaw, pulling you in and brushing his lips softly against yours. His other hand roamed over to your shoulder blade, a finger hooking under the spaghetti strap. Taking his sweet time, the man peeled the strap off your shoulder, his hand moving to free the other strap as well.
“Ready?”
His whisper was full of lust, and you nodded in urgency. With one fluid tug, he pulled the top of your dress down towards your waist, leaving your lace push-up bra for all the men to see. There was a sharp gasp from somewhere in the room, but you were far too gone to identify who it belonged to.
Your eyes flitted over to Jin’s, and you saw him looking straight at your chest, enthralled. He didn’t look the least bit concerned. Rather, he seemed to be enjoying it, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he gulped at the sight.
There was a deafening silence in the room, it was almost unbearable. Namjoon’s hand roamed over to your thigh-high stockings, and his long index finger slipped under the elastic band, dragging sinful lines along your skin.
He sighed darkly, admiring the way your legs looked. He had only mentioned to Jin about his kink for fishnets in passing. He couldn’t believe Jin had remembered.
His other hand was on your back, his fingers hooked under the clasps of your bra.
Deftly, with just two fingers, he undid the clasps, ridding your skin of the offending fabric.
The cold air in the room coupled with the sudden nakedness gave you such a rush, so much that all the fine hair on your skin stood up in goosebumps. There were a few groans around you, and it became so hard to sit still on Namjoon’s lap.
“Make sure she’s feeling comfortable,” Yoongi murmured from his position against the wall, his palm resting ever so slightly on his bulge.
“Here,” Yoongi said, moving towards you and stooping to look into your eyes. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N?”
You nodded, too enthralled in his brilliant black eyes to answer.
He dropped his voice lower, sliding a finger along your jawline.
“Tell us what you want.”
Your nipples were so hard, painfully neglected by not one but seven men in the room.
“I-” You looked at Namjoon, and gripped your hip gently, running his tongue over his plump lips. “-just, can you all take your shirts off?” Your naked torso was in stark contrast to their suits, and you were hyper aware of it.
Jungkook’s little giggle reached your ears, and you sighed in relief as one by one, all the suits and dress shirts came off, revealing sculpted chests and hard, taut abs.
God, Jin was fucking ethereal when he was naked, you always had to remember to breathe when he undressed. But now, right in front of you, seven sons of Aphrodite were offering you their shirtless bodies, letting you feast your eyes on godly perfection.
Namjoon’s bare chest heaved perfectly in harmony with yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your pores.
“Please…” you whined, needy for attention. “Please touch me.”
Yoongi groaned, rubbing his face against your neck, and starting to press kisses down your shoulder blades.
Namjoon nodded at the rest of them, and slowly everyone moved towards you, crowding around you like children around an ice cream truck. One strong arm pulled you, so you were sitting sideways on Namjoon’s lap, providing better access to the others.
Jimin dove straight into your chest, attaching his mouth to your breast and suckling eagerly. He gobbled up as much of the flesh as he could into his little mouth, earning shaky moans that spilled out of your lips.
Namjoon’s finger pushed your underwear away, dipping into your core and curling a bit. He popped out his dimples, smirking hard at Jin.
“Guys, hyung has already marked his territory.”
Jin’s ears went red, and he stammered out while waving his hands,
“It’s nothing like that! It’s just impossible to resist her.” He paused, looking down and grinning at you before adding, “You’re all gonna discover that soon enough.”
You giggled, catching sight of his red face and puckered lips. Jimin was still attached to your chest, working his devilish tongue on your breast.
“Show some love to the other tit too,” Jin said, and everyone chuckled, the tension in the air evaporating completely.
Soon enough, Jungkook’s veiny hand was kneading your other breast, and everyone closed in on you, their eager hands running all over your body, sending you tumbling into bliss.
─── ·❆· ───
Present day
“Yoongs?”
He was hunched over some sheets of music, his nerdy glasses making him look wise and serene.
“Huh?”
He removed his glasses, running his hand through his shock of black hair, mussing it up. A genuine smile lit his face up when he looked at you.
“Yeah, baby?”
You knew he was busy, producing music for one of his collabs. But he had asked you to hang out with him in the studio. And that was when Jungkook had entered, his face hostile and sullen, passing by to drop some of Yoongi’s lyric sheets. He had practically glowered at you, slamming the door behind him unnecessarily loud.
“Um, do you think Kook is mad at me?”
He looked surprised.
“No, why would he be?”
You hadn’t the faintest idea why. But something was up. You knew that. You had tried multiple times to talk to Jungkook, but he had just shrugged and slipped out of your efforts to light up a conversation.
“I think he doesn’t like this.” It had been a thought that had started out as doubt, but Jungkook’s behavior made the doubt grow stronger and stronger until you were subconsciously convinced that it was the reason.
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.
“He doesn’t like what?”
“This.” You flung your arms out, tracing the air, frustrated. “Maybe he doesn’t really want to be in this relationship? I tried talking to him many times, but he just won’t speak to me.” You pursed your lips. “It has been weeks since he even smiled at me.”
“Y/N,” Yoongi drawled, reaching to pull you closer. “You know he loves you. We all do. He’s probably overworked and exhausted. Try talking to him after some time, you know?”
You nodded absently, thinking of how Jungkook had sprung up like a startled cat and stomped out of the room while you were watching a movie with all the guys. Just because you had placed a hand on his thigh.
There was something off about Jungkook. But he shut up like a clam, choosing to slip out of the way whenever you tried to talk to him.
“Y/N?”
You snapped back to focus on Yoongi. He was partially right. They were all working their asses off for the new album. You would talk to Jungkook later.
“Okay, babe,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. Your hand reached for the phone.
11:21 pm.
Yoongi had made lunch reservations for both of you. You still had plenty of time.
“You get going on that sexy producer thing you do,” you said, cozying down on his sofa. “We still have some time on our hands.”
So back he went, his serious face poring over the sheets of music sprawled on his table. Yoongi probably didn’t realize, but he looked like a grumpy kitten when he was concentrating hard on something.
You smiled at his bent head, swiping on your phone to check for emails from work. There were none. Good. Maybe you could scroll through Pinterest for new design ideas. You worked for an ad agency as a graphic designer. You had to always be on the lookout for new stuff.
The endless stream of pictures was flooding your feed, and your finger was trying to catch up. Ding. The notification chime wasn’t usually enough to distract you. But this time, it held the title you just couldn’t resist. It was a YouTube notification from your favorite graphic artist.
You were halfway through the video when the suggested section caught your eye. An involuntary chuckle shook your chest when you read the title.
“Boy band BBS talk about DATING and SECRET GIRLFRIENDS?!!”
It was classic clickbait. Something everyone seemed to be doing for views. You knew it was just a clip from the Red Carpet of the MTV Music Awards. You still remembered the hickey you had given Hoseok that had forced him to wear a turtleneck under his suit. Delicious times.
You had watched that video already, but something just pulled you towards the video. You would never tire of re-watching your seven gorgeous boyfriends slaying the red carpet.
Sure, you were right. It was just a clip that everyone who had followed the awards had already seen. The familiar questions about collabs, celebrity crushes, favorite food, every question your boyfriends were already tired of but answered anyway, made up the first 4 minutes. Click bait much?
“Haha we have all the love in the world, we have our fans,” Namjoon was saying, his sweet little dimple flashing at the camera.
“But,” the redhead insisted, her dazzling smile widening. “You boys have any secret dating lives we aren’t privy to?”
The answer was already in the question. No one was supposed to be fucking privy to that information. You pursed your lips, waiting for Namjoon’s sassy reply to tumble out of his lips.
“We wanna focus on our careers, we don’t have time to date,” he said, a small lilt of mockery creeping into his voice.
Damn, you had teased him mercilessly that night, bratty about him saying ‘not having time.’ You remembered how he had begged to lay a finger on you, and a satisfying warmth spread over your belly.
The video was ending, and you grinned at Namjoon’s closeup fondly. But just before the replay button came on, you caught onto something odd.
You had been scrolling down, and a few comments had popped up in your line of vision. People were screaming about how dazzling their bias looked, or how proud they were of the boys. But there were a few ones written by hawk-eyed fans.
“not at how bored JK got of the question at 6:48 lmao he’s so pissed”
“damn, was it just me, or did JK actually ROLL his eyes sfakjfkjfk hahaha”
What?
You hit the replay button, dragging the seeker to the last few seconds of the video.
There, glowering with mad eyes, stood Jungkook. He was well behind Namjoon, a bit out of focus around the 6:45 mark. He had put on a charming smile throughout the video. Until the host popped the dating question, at least.
For anyone else, it would seem like Jungkook was bored with the question. But you knew his quirks. He had been casually gazing at the camera, letting Namjoon answer the host’s questions. The word “dating” left the host’s lips, and Hoseok lightly touched his turtleneck at the exact time when Jungkook’s expression flattened out to a cold hard stare. He rolled his eyes ever so subtly, his face turned sideways. He had been annoyed.
Annoyed at Hoseok that he was reminded of who he was dating. Annoyed that the question had reminded him of the hickey his turtleneck was covering. More like disgusted. Disgusted at what exactly? At the host for asking that question? Or- was it at what dating meant to the eight of you?
“Y/N, babes?”
Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, and you looked up in a daze.
“Huh?”
He scratched his head, his other arm supporting the jacket casually flung over his back.
“I said we can go. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”
Oh, the lunch. You had totally snapped out of focus.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” you said, jumping up and slipping into your shoes. Yoongi watched you closely, a bit concerned.
“Are you alright, Y/N? You look... odd.”
You debated if you should tell him what was bothering you. But you didn’t want to ruin the date with your speculations. You’ll talk about it to your boyfriends after you had enough time to sort your feelings.
“No, it’s probably nothing, Yoongs. I’ll tell you later. Let’s go, I’m famished.”
You would have to tackle Jungkook and his surly temper later.
─── ·❆· ───
“How’s the track shaping up, hyung?” Taehyung asked, pouring more wine into Yoongi’s glass. You were cozily settled between Yoongi’s thighs, the warmth of his chest on your back.
“Hm, I worked out most of the chords,” Yoongi returned, picking up his refill and taking a sip. “But I still have some more work to do, especially with the bridge.”
You hummed contentedly, listening to your boyfriends discuss music, sprawled on the floor around the coffee table. It was lovely, watching their serious faces talk about what they loved and lived for. The door opened, and Jungkook walked in, clutching his sports bag.
He mumbled an “I’m home,” directed at his friends, before turning to kick off his shoes.
“…and before I knew it, the time had flown like… phew!” Yoongi was saying, while you eyed Jungkook’s bag. He had been going to the boxing ring too often these days. What was up with him? His hair was damp, and his face was flushed.
“…and then I bundled Y/N up into the car and we rushed off,” Yoongi said, and there it was again. You had been watching Jungkook’s face, and at the mention of your name, the annoyance - no, the disgust flashed across his features. He scoffed to himself, unaware of your attention. It wrenched your heart to see that, and you looked away.
Jungkook picked his bag up again and stormed towards his room. You watched his retreating back, only half-listening to Yoongi’s praise for the lobster frittata.
“You guys keep talking, I’ll be back,” you said, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.
“Uh-huh,” Taehyung purred, craning his neck and offering his cheek for you to kiss too.
“Clown,” you giggled, dropping him a kiss, and giving him a playful shove. “I’ll be gone just a sec, don’t miss me,” you said, winking and jumping up to your feet.
You had to talk to Jungkook and ask him just what his problem was. You just couldn’t bear his sourpuss charade any longer.
———❖———
Loud music hit you in the face as soon as you opened the door to Jungkook’s room. The guys never bothered to close their doors, but Jungkook had lately started closing his. Another red flag waving right under your nose.
He was on the floor, doing pushups and grunting out at the exertion. His sinewy arms were trembling, and he had changed to shorts that revealed his muscular thighs shining with sweat.
The guy certainly was on the fast track lane to exhaustion.
“Jungkook,” you called out, straining your voice to be heard over the blasting music. “Hey! Can you hear me?”
He went on exercising without any acknowledgment, so you stormed to the stereo and turned it off with a click.
“What the fuck?” he growled, snapping his head up before he caught sight of you.
“Well, you couldn’t hear me,” you said, crossing your arms and standing your ground.
“Of course I could,” he sneered, getting up to his feet and wiping the sweat off his chin. “I chose to ignore it.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief.
“Are you serious right now? You ignored it? What is that supposed to mean?”
He picked up his towel and started dabbing at his forehead, not even sparing you a glance.
“What do you want, Y/N? Why are you here instead of sucking Yoongi hyung’s dick?”
Your jaw dropped.
It was completely out of character for Jungkook to be so prickly. He was always the sweetest and goofiest man out of the lot. What had gone wrong?
“Jeon Jungkook, you dare not speak to me that way,” you said, bristling. “What is up with you? You are so sullen whenever I try to spark a convo.”
He scoffed and threw his towel down. His face was a strange mix of anger and disgust. You couldn’t understand what had ticked him off so bad.
“What is up with me? You tell me, because you’re so smart, Miss. Perfect.”
He crossed his arms and puffed his chest, using his height to his advantage to stare you down.
You huffed in impatience, stressed at his refusal to be drawn out. You had to simmer down and try to make him say what was bothering him.
“Jungkook, tell me why you’ve been so pissy lately. What did I do, to make you so upset? Just tell me.”
He glowered at you, the tips of his ears going red as he clenched his teeth.
“Good question. What didn’t you do?” His eyes swept over your clothes, taking in the wine splotch on your shorts. He averted his eyes, staring at his treadmill instead. “Whose cum are you leaking this time?”
The question was almost inaudible, but the spite in it had already reached you and poisoned the air in the room.
You stood rooted to the spot, shock numbing your senses.
“Did you just-” you struggled to keep the quiver in your voice under control. “-say that…”
You had never been in a real fight with any of your boyfriends, and this was a cold punch to your gut. You had only had the occasional bickering and loads of makeup sex after every disagreement. But this was new. This was raw, palpable and spiteful, and left a bitter taste in your mouth.
You waited for him to rush and say something, to explain and say he didn’t mean it that way. Just anything really.
But he didn’t clarify or even attempt to take his words back. He simply stood there, glaring into your eyes in contempt.
The YouTube video flashed before your eyes. The disgust in his face when he even thought of dating. When he thought of you. The thought crept steadily into your chest, twisting and crushing your heart. He resented you. He resented the relationship.
When you opened your mouth to break the heavy silence, your voice came out in a whimper.
“If you didn’t want to be in this relationship, you could have said so. No one forced you into it.”
He didn’t reply, choosing to glare at his treadmill in stony anger. You went on.
“If I’m keeping you from finding someone else or dating other better people, you could just say so. Instead of insulting me like this.”
He snapped his head to face you, fury painting his face red.
“What the fuck are you going on about?”
“Please, Jungkook,” you said, scoffing and masking the low sob that threatened to escape your chest. “You resent being with me. You can’t even stand me. You don’t have to stay and feel trapped in this relationship. You think- you think-“ You bit your lip, “-you think I’m a slut. You could have just declined to be part of this. None of us forced you.”
His eyes went wide in shock.
“Why would you say that? That’s not fucking true.”
“Are you screwing with me, Jungkook? You don’t even look at me anymore. You cringe when I touch you. Do you think I’m blind to not see how much you hate being in the same room as you? You haven’t kissed me or spoke a kind word to me in weeks.”
He sighed hard, running his hand through his hair. When he spoke, his voice was soft.
“You’ve got it all wrong.”
You weren’t going to cry; you weren’t one to break down so easily. But there was a strange sadness in your tone when you asked,
“Do you love someone else? Are you feeling- trapped with me…with the rest of us?”
He grimaced, the steely look coming back to his features. He shook his head in despair, straining visibly to keep his calm.
“No. What do you… No, what the hell? Of course not. You’ve got it all fucking wrong.”
“Enlighten me then. Spit it out, Jungkook. I’m not a mind reader.”
Taehyung’s voice drifted from the living room, in a muffled sing-song tone:
“Y/N! Starting to miss you here!”
Jungkook’s lip curled, and he stomped to slam the door shut with a bang. He turned to face you, hot rage clouding his eyes.
“This. It’s this. I can’t bear this anymore.”
You had no idea what he was talking about. But you hated loud noises, and the loud slam had pissed you off.
“What exactly is this this you’re talking about?”
He scrunched up his face impatiently.
“God, Y/N. You just- you’re so oblivious all the time.”
This was getting nowhere. He was talking in circles, and you weren’t going to humor him anymore. The slam of the door had already set a headache off, and your patience was wearing thin.
“Just say it already. I’m not interested in guessing games.”
He buried his face in his hands, clawing at his skin. When he looked at you again, you could see the vein in his forehead stand out.
“I can’t do this anymore. This is so stupid. It’s such a dumb idea. I don’t like this. ”
There it was. Out in the open.
“So, you want out? Are you breaking up with me? I already told you that no one is forcing you to stay. And you told-”
“Shut up, Y/N. Just shut up.”
You stopped, jaw open at his interjection. He shook his head, and you could see his nostrils flaring.
“Y/N, I love you. Okay? Don’t be silly.”
“What? Why the fuck do you keep contradicting yourself, Jeon Jungkook?”
He sighed and pulled your wrist, dragging you to the wall. He trapped you between his arms, pressing his warm body against yours, dominance lighting up his feral eyes.
“I want you to be mine. Just mine.” He sighed again, and his hot breath fell on your lips. “I can’t share you.”
“But- “
Your words were cut off abruptly, as his lips crashed into yours, silencing any words that were bubbling up in your mouth.
His kiss was hot and desperate, as if he was scared to stop. Scared that you would say something that would break his heart if he released your lips. The corner of his lip was trembling, and he bit into your lips to hold on just a little longer.
He had strong muscly arms, and they were crushing you relentlessly.
“Stop…” you breathed, pushing against his chest. “Jungkook, stop”
“No,” he moaned, whimpering with closed eyes. “Y/N, please…”
You pushed harder and violently struggled in his grasp until he had no choice but to let you go. Shoving him away, you spat at him with wet lips.
“Jungkook, this is a polyamorous relationship. You know it doesn’t work that way.”
He threw his hands up to hold the sides of his head, a painful look on his face.
“I can’t… it’s not fair. I can’t even stand the thought of the other guys touching you. Kissing you.” He grimaced. “Or fucking you.”
It was your turn to grimace.
“It’s not fair? I’m not just yours. You knew this when you got into this relationship. Jin is the one- “
He snarled and raised his voice cutting you off.
“He’s responsible for this fucking mess. He’s so fucking selfish, and …and…”
“Stop right there, Jeon Jungkook,” you said, your voice raising to a shout. “Don’t you dare call him selfish. He’s nothing but supportive of sharing. Don’t you dare.”
Jungkook kicked the treadmill’s frame, losing his temper.
“He stole you from me. He fucking betrayed me!”
“Don’t be delusional, Jin was my boyfriend longer than any of you.”
“HE STOLE YOU FROM ME!!!”
You flinched at his loud voice, pressing a finger to your throbbing temple. Clutching the sides of your head, you walked away from him.
“I’m outta here. I can’t listen to your deluded screams anymore.”
You stomped to the door, turning the knob to get out. But Jungkook was quicker, and he reached the door to block you from opening it.
“Let me go,” you said, speaking through clenched teeth.
“No,” he said, leaning his back against the door and glowering at you. “Fucking listen to me, Y/N.”
You had no other choice, so you folded your hands and glared at him in stony silence.
“I was the one who fell for you first. I told Jin hyung that I was in love. He told me I was too young, and that it would damage the band’s reputation, and that I would lose all our female fans if the word got out. He convinced me that it wasn’t wise to date.”
You didn’t reply, choosing to scowl instead. He angrily went on.
“And then imagine my surprise when he went ahead and asked you out. And you betrayed me by falling for him.”
Your scoff interrupted his flow.
“I’m sorry, I betrayed you? Have you gone crazy?”
“It would have been me if Jin hyung hadn’t stolen you from me. I would have been your boyfriend, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let any other guy lay a finger on you.”
The disgust in his tone annoyed you to no end.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I chose Jin? Do you think you could just turn back time and replace him? Are my feelings that insignificant to you?”
He shook his head urgently.
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
“And did you tell Jin that you were in love with me? Did you explicitly say my name?”
“No, I- I told him I was in falling for someone. I didn’t say your name,” he mumbled. “But he ought to have known, you were the only girl in my life at that time.”
You blew your cheeks in exasperation.
“Did you think he could fucking read your mind? You’re being so damn stupid, Jungkook.”
He whined again.
“He ought to have known. He knew I liked you very much.”
“He was just looking out for you! He didn’t ‘betray’ you. Why the hell did you agree to be in this relationship then, if you were so against sharing?”
Pain flashed across his face once more.
“Because there was no other way to be in your life. I gritted my teeth and bore it so long just to have a part of your heart. But…”
You tapped your foot, waiting for him to continue.
“…But I can’t share anymore. It kills me to see them look at you that way. It just…kills me.”
There was no response ready on your tongue for that. You had never expected such a situation to arise. You had talked and talked for days with the guys before jumping into the relationship. You had been confident about the success of the talks, but you weren’t sure anymore.
You sighed heavily. This wasn’t going to work. Jungkook and you, it was strained beyond repair.
“I love you, Jungkook. But I can’t and won’t choose you over the others. It doesn’t work that way.”
Something inside him snapped, and he snarled at you, bunching up your nightshirt in his fist.
“What if you got pregnant? Whose child will it be? Who are you going to marry? All seven of us? How will you explain it to the world?”
You struggled in his grasp, clawing at his hand to shake it off.
“It will be Jin I marry. And if I got pregnant, there will be eight people to love the child.” You closed your eyes, clenching your fists. “There’s nothing that can change that.”
The repulsion on his face was clear as day.
“You’re a fucking slut, Y/N.”
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“Hey,” Jin called out, smiling at you from his position on the couch. Yoongi and Taehyung were passed out on the floor, the empty wine bottles sprawled around their bodies.
“Hey,” you said, flashing him a watery smile. “When did you come?”
“Just now,” he said, patting his thigh and signaling you to sit on it.
You shook your head, biting your lip.
“I need to-” you winced, gingerly pressing on your knuckles. “-can you get me some ice?”
His gaze fell on your swollen knuckles, and he jumped up hastily.
“Y/N baby, what happened?”
He rushed to get the ice, barreling to a stop in front of the fridge. There, with his head poking into the freezer door, stood a figure in gym shorts.
Jin knocked at the curly mop of hair, complaining loudly.
“Yah Jungkook-ah, get your head out. I need to get some ice.”
Jin was taken aback when Jungkook whirled around, sporting a bright crimson nose, a tiny trickle of blood running down one nostril.
“The fuck-“ Jin started to say, but Jungkook pushed him away, wiping his nose and storming back towards his room.
When Jin came back to you with a bowl of ice cubes, his quick mind had already sensed a problem.
“Y/N, what happened? Did you- punch him?”
He raised his eyebrow, scrutinizing your face.
“Yes.”
He hadn’t been ready for that.
“But why? You’ve got to tell me. We shouldn’t be hitting each other like this.”
You let Jin hold your fingers and ice them, holding your silence and thinking how best to explain it to him.
“I’ll tell you, but not now.”
He clucked his tongue in dissent.
“No, now.”
“Jin, just leave me be. Not here.”
Your boyfriend pursed his lips, and the disapproval was evident on the curl of his mouth. He pulled you up and guided you to your shared bedroom. It was farther down the suite of rooms, out of earshot from Jungkook’s.
“Out with it,” he said, closing the door and pulling you down to sit on the bed. “Now.”
You never kept secrets from any of your boyfriends. And this was a very big issue that you had no intention of hiding from Jin.
“Jungkook... he called me a slut.”
“What?”
He was on his feet, anger rising in his chest. He knew it wasn’t just dirty bedroom talk, judging from your swollen knuckles.
“Y/N, why did he say that? Tell me everything from the start.”
Ten minutes later, you had barely finished speaking when Jin stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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Namjoon and Jimin had been out all evening, working on the lyrics for Jimin’s new solo. They were surprised when they got back to a living room full of people, all looking stern and pissed.
“What’s up?” Namjoon asked, hanging his coat on the hook. “Did someone break something?” He internally prayed that no one had discovered the burnt pan stowed under the sink.
No one responded.
“What is it?” Jimin whispered to Taehyung, sliding into a spot on the couch.
“It’s Y/N…” Taehyung started to whisper back, and Jimin exclaimed loudly,
“Oh gosh is she pregnant?”
“Shut your damn mouth,” Taehyung hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.
Namjoon’s sharp eyes scanned the scene. There were only seven people in the room. Serious meetings were supposed to have all eight in attendance.
“So, what is this about?” he asked, settling down beside Jin. “And where’s Jungkook?”
Jin remained silent, his face red in a stormy temper. Namjoon looked past Jin at you, addressing you instead.
“Babe, what’s going on?”
You opened your mouth to respond when Jin broke the heavy silence with a piercing shout:
“JEON JUNGKOOK!”
A minute later, a door opened and Jungkook slunk down the corridor, head bent. A hoodie was keeping his head covered, and he sat down on the couch opposite yours. He looked up obstinately, throwing his hood down, earning shocked gasps.
His nose was bleeding, and the blood had dried up in a red streak. His eye socket was a dark purple, and his cheekbone was swollen, effectively sealing his right eye shut.
Everyone was stunned, and indignant voices started talking all at once.
“Who did that?”
“How did this happen?”
“Jungkook, who did this to you?”
Jin snapped at no one in particular, barking out an annoyed “Everyone just shut up.”
He had a sonorous voice, one that commanded respect, especially when he raised it to a shout. The room quietened down, but a low murmur arose again when his shock of hair bounced, revealing a bleeding gash on his forehead.
“I called all of you here to say that our beloved Jungkook wants out of this relationship.”
He raised his palm to silence the babble of voices that broke out again, continuing with:
“He insulted our girlfriend and she broke his nose.”
Jungkook bowed head, choosing to scowl at the carpet.
“And the black eye?” Yoongi’s mild voice asked.
Jin dug his nails into his palms.
“I did that.”
Namjoon shook his head, tsking in disapproval.
“We need to hear both sides of the story, Jin hyung.”
When no one said anything, Namjoon looked at his youngest friend’s bent head.
“Well, Kook? Got anything to say?”
Silence.
Jin stared daggers at the man in the hoodie, his face a hot shade of crimson. His fingers gripped yours, squeezing them protectively.
“Well then,” Taehyung said, breaking the long awkward silence. “If you’ve got nothing to say…”
You couldn’t hold bear the tension in the room anymore.
“He doesn’t wanna share He wants out!” you exclaimed loudly. “He wants me all to himself! And…” you bit out, glaring at Jungkook, “…apparently, I’m a whore for being in this relationship.”
“What?!”
Hoseok was up on his feet, his fists clenched. Yoongi reached his hand out to grasp his hand urgently.
“Sit down, Hobi-yah.”
The murmur of indignant voices was rising to a fever pitch when Jungkook suddenly stood up. Head still downcast, he muttered:
“Save your breaths. I’m moving out.”
No one stopped him, and his dazed surprise was hidden under his hoodie. He dragged himself out of the room, the stares of his brothers burning into his skin.
“The fuck just happened?” Jimin asked, inspecting your swollen knuckles. “Why is this happening?”
You chewed on your lip, wondering the same thing. What had happened to your close-knit boyfriends? Why was Jungkook suddenly discontented with the bond you all shared? Would your boyfriends slowly fall apart and float away like Jungkook?
You looked around the room, watching the intent faces of your boyfriends as they listened to Jin’s account of the day’s events. Would you lose them all one by one?
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It was really awkward to go to your boyfriends’ studios when they practiced. Awkward because Jungkook was there too, dancing and sweating it out with the rest of them. He removed himself from the room whenever you showed up, and the shift in the mood was palpable.
The others confided in you that they weren’t on speaking terms with Jungkook either, and that the practice sessions were becoming too uncomfortable to be around each other. You knew well enough that it would take a toll on the group’s performance as a whole. After all, communication was paramount to ensure they were perfectly in sync for their dance routines.
You wished to attempt one last time to see if you could talk sense into Jungkook. So, you found yourself standing outside Jungkook’s studio one evening, long after the others had packed up and left. You had half a mind to turn around and leave. But a small voice inside your head kept telling you to give it one last try. Your boyfriends were already suffering enough. You owed them one last-ditch effort to try and mend things.
You raised your hand to press the buzzer, still unsure. Was this going to be a mistake?
The door opened even before the buzzer stopped buzzing. Jungkook stood in the doorway, with his grey sweatpants on, his hair swept back with a headband. His eyes widened in surprise, and you saw his muscles flex when he tightened his grip on the doorknob.
You were at a loss for words. It was strange because you were never out of words.
“I-uh…I thought…”
His veiny arm found purchase on your blouse, and his lips came crashing down on your mouth. His mouth worked urgently, claiming dominance before you could oppose. He pulled you inside and gripped both your hands behind your back, slamming the door closed.
“Jung…” you panted out, but he pressed his mouth harder, drowning your words. He nudged you towards the wall with his body, pinning you in place. His mouth never ceased attacking you, while he worked to trap your wrists into one hand.
His other hand roamed all over your skin, clawing and grabbing your flesh in hunger. Jungkook couldn’t believe you had shown up on his doorstep after so many weeks. It felt like a fever dream, and he held on to every piece of skin he could hold, desperately anxious not to let you slip away.
“I knew you’d come back,” he moaned between breaths, “…to me.”
You struggled in his grasp, trying hard to shake his hand off your wrists.
“No,” you breathed, turning your head slightly to stop the barrage of soul-sucking kisses. “I didn’t come back to you…”
He froze momentarily. Just a moment later, his grip hardened around your wrists. The soft emotion on his features evaporated into thin air.
Without a word, he pushed you tighter against the wall, pinning you under his shoulder blades.
“So, you’re telling me…” he hooked a finger into the waistband of your jeans, “…that you didn’t want me? You never thought about…” he pulled the zipper down, “this?” His hand tugged the jeans down urgently and slithered into the crook between your thighs.
“Stop it,” you said shakily, feeling your arms starting to fall asleep.
But he paid no heed. He pulled your leg and hoisted your hips up against the wall. You felt insecure with both your legs wrapped around his body, with nothing to support you except the wall behind your back.
“You’re telling me…” he repeated, lifting your hips and slowly dropping to his knees while adjusting your legs so they were on both sides of his neck, “…that you didn’t miss me at all?”
By that time, you were hovering mid-air with your neck against the wall and the rest of your body awkwardly supported on his shoulders.
Your hands were free of his grasp, but they were still pretty useless because they were trapped under the shoulder joints that were straining to keep you from falling.
He grinned from between your legs, licking his lips maliciously. His finger pushed the crotch of your underwear aside. He bent lightly and blew against your bare core.
You couldn’t help it, your core clenched at the rush of hot air and it drew another smirk on his face.
“See? You want me,” he crooned, laying the pad of his finger against your clit. You jerked slightly, and he shushed you softly.
“Don’t squirm, love. You’ll fall and break your neck,” he added with a wicked smile. “We don’t want that, do we?”
“Stop it, Jungkook,” you started, but he dove into your clit at the exact moment.
`Though his demeanor was relaxed and careless, on the inside he was anything but. He pressed his tongue flat against your bud, lapping all your juices with feral thirst. He saw your thigh muscles tremble at his ministrations, and he smiled into your pussy. Gosh, he had missed you so damn much.
His tongue dipped and swirled around inside you, and it took all your discipline to stay in place without squirming and snapping your neck. You hadn’t forgotten what a master Jungkook was with his tongue.
He started sucking and sloppily slurping up everything you had to offer, so hard that you were sure you weren’t going to last. You were definitely going to break your neck.
“Stop, just…” you moaned, feeling a cramp beginning in your neck. “I can’t… let me down. Just let me down, please.”
He raised his head from your crotch.
“Why should I trust that you won’t run?”
You could no longer feel your arms.
“Don’t you trust that I love you?” you replied, struggling to stay in position. “Do you think I am fine with losing you? Don’t you understand that I love you just as much as I love the others?”
He cocked his eyebrow at the last sentence, the slight sting of the words sinking in. With a reluctant grunt, he put his hands under your hips, slowly peeling you from the wall and setting you down.
You weren’t sure if you were paranoid, but it seemed that he knew your arms were still numb. He took his sweet time tugging your pants further down your thighs, but all of a sudden, he flipped you over and caught hold of your wrists again.
Damn, right when the little pinpricks on your arms had begun and your arms were regaining strength.
He pushed and held you down so your chin was against the floor, while his knee dug into the back of your thighs. He felt your hands struggle, and he grinned to himself.
“Y/N baby, you’re so weak. Don’t fight me, love.”
You cursed and writhed under his body, but a steady hand of iron clawed at your hips and didn’t let go.
“You don’t understand, Y/N,” he said, the slight sound of clothes scuffling behind you filling your ears. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
More sounds of something wet.
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Jungkook gave his shaft a few furious pumps, coating his thick glossy pre-cum all over his length. Damn, he was oozing so much pre-cum. He licked his lips and worked his dick, thinking of all the times in the past week that he had fantasized about your tight little pussy stretched around his cock.
His eyes scanned the pretty little birthmark on your left ass cheek. He smiled fondly, remembering how insecure you had been of it when you first started dating him. And the others. His smile vanished as quickly as it had come.
Jungkook had a lot of girth, and he usually prepped you well before entering. But not today. Not when you were writhing beneath him, trying to escape. With one quick push, he plowed into you, burying himself to the hilt.
A surprised whimper escaped your lips. He gave you no time to adjust, slamming into you repeatedly. The force of his thrusts shook your body, earning gasps that you fought hard to bite down. He kept up the unrelenting pace, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.
“What,” he panted between breaths, “won’t you moan for me?”
“Get off me, Jeon Jungkook,” you ground out through gritted teeth. He only chuckled in response.
His panting grew harder, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he was close. What would he do after that? He wasn’t going to let you go easily.
He pulled out and flipped you over, his hand returning to hold your hips down. Aligning his cock against your entrance, he pushed in again.
“Look at me,” he said, voice thick and needy. “Look at me when I cum in you.”
You stared back in defiance. Even though you loved Jungkook just as much as the others, none of them ever violated you like this. They hadn’t ever laid a finger on you against your will.
“You don’t love me,” you said calmly.
He raised an eyebrow, still slamming his hips into you.
“Your mind games won’t work on me, Y/N,” he replied, heavily panting. “You’re not going anywhere.” He licked the sweat on the corners of his mouth. “I’ll never let you leave me.”
With each thrust, your love for him withered and crumbled even more. A deep sense of regret washed over you for ever loving him. He didn’t understand love. He didn’t respect you. You had to get out of his grasp as quickly as you could. Would he take you somewhere and hold you hostage? Would he lock you up in a room and never let you see the light of day?
His thighs began shaking, and his thrusts became sloppy.
“Look here,” he grunted, teetering dangerously close to his release. “Fucking take my cum.”
He closed his eyes, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you with the force of his orgasm. His grip on your body momentarily slipped, and you seized the chance.
Gathering all your strength, you punched him square in the balls, causing him to hiss in pain and topple over you. Even before he could react, you hit him in the ribs and pushed his body off, hauling your lower body out from under him.
His hand desperately snatched at your legs, but you kicked him and slithered away. He screamed out and clutched at your ankle, not letting go.
“Get off!” You screamed, reaching for the jeans bunched around your thighs.
The anger was bubbling in his face.
“No!” he shouted, trying to pull you by the ankle.
You swung your free leg at him, sending a hook kick that caught him under the chin with a sickening thud.
Without looking back, you scrambled up and unlocked the door, pulling your jeans up and running as fast as you could.
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“Hot chocolate?”
You took the cup from Taehyung’s hand and nestled closer to Jin. Your boyfriend had bundled you up in blankets and seated you on his lap. Hoseok was sitting next to Jin, massaging, and rubbing your feet.
Namjoon and Jimin were sitting cross-legged on the rug, their mugs of hot chocolate forgotten. Yoongi was looking at the sheets of rain outside the window.
Everyone was eerily silent. To be fair, all of you had been shattered when Jungkook left. Over the weeks, a faint sense of normalcy had returned to the household. Until Jungkook cruelly wiped everything away again.
Jin had gone all kinds of crazy when you had run into his arms, your hair disheveled and tears streaming down your face. He had been unable to get a word out of you. He had examined the bite marks and welts with murderous rage, his blood boiling at the sight.
He had maintained his silence when you stayed in the shower for hours on end, curled into a ball on the bathroom floor. He had ground his teeth, bursting at the seams trying to hold his temper. He had soaped your battered body, his heart breaking at the way you tried to stifle your broken sobs.
When you had finally acquiesced to go out of the bathroom, he had carried you outside and dressed you gently. He had then bundled you up in the softest blankets as if they could protect and comfort you.
He had bent to kiss your cheek when you uttered it. Just one word.
“Jungkook.”
You had seen his jaw flexing dangerously. Bunching his shirt in your fingers, you had pulled him closer. Slowly the rest of your boyfriends had returned home. They had all seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere. Somehow, they had realized that something was wrong.
You hadn’t said a word when Jin displayed the welts on your wrists for them to see. He had told them about the scratches and nail marks all over your thighs, and you listened numbly. It had felt like he was talking about someone else.
The sound of someone’s phone brought you back to the present. The notification sound chimed again, and again. Suddenly, all the phones in the room started chiming incessantly, cutting through the heavy silence in the room.
“What the hell,” Yoongi said, reaching for his phone. “The fuck’s happening?”
All of you stared at Yoongi, the notification sounds still going off in the background.
“What the fuck!” he shouted, furiously swiping at his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Taehyung went to his side, alarmed at the panic in his voice.
“Hyung?”
“FanLive,” Yoongi blurted out, holding his phone up towards all of you. “Jungkook is on FanLive.”
“What?” Namjoon asked mildly, hopping to his feet and peering into Yoongi’s screen. “What about it?”
Yoongi hit the speaker button, setting the volume to Maximum.
“… I was so nervous,” Jungkook’s syrupy voice rang out from the phone, and your ears perked up. “…but I am so happy that I shared this with you. I love all our fans. I really hope you will make her feel safe and welcome.”
Jin slid his buzzing phone out of his pocket, and a news notification flashed on his screen. You looked at it dumbfounded, not trusting your eyes.
‘BBS BAND MEMBER REVEALS GIRLFRIEND!’
Jungkook’s voice was still pouring out of Yoongi’s phone.
“I love this person so much; she makes me really happy.” You could almost hear his bunny smile. You felt sick.
“… We talked a lot and decided it’s time to share our secret. So, yeah… my girlfriend’s name is…” he paused, and all your muscles tensed, “…Y/N.”
You blinked. The constant ringing of phones in the room grated on your nerves. Jin’s knuckles were white, his fingers digging into the sides of his phone. He was seething, the anger growing inside him like an inferno.
“That. piece. of. Shit,” Jin spat out, his body trembling in rage. “I’m going to…”
Jungkook’s rabbity voice piped up again, he was probably showing something to the camera.
“…this is a picture of us…”
You pounced on Yoongi, grabbing the phone.
“Give me that, Yoongi.”
Jungkook was grinning in a successful attempt at cuteness. A turtleneck sweater was hiding the bruises on his neck that your kick had caused. You knew he had probably used heavy concealers to mask the injuries from the struggle.
He was holding his phone up to the camera, and you saw the picture he was showing. It was a selfie Jungkook had taken with you several months ago. You were both smiling at the camera, leaning against each other cozily.
“… this is my favorite picture, Y/N looks so cute…”
Jungkook droned on about how much he adored you and how lucky he was. He even had the nerve to say how happy his band members were for him. You didn’t bat an eyelid, drinking in all the blatant lies he spewed on live camera.
“…that’s the reason for this surprise live stream. Thank you for your love, please accept Y/N too…”
He kept repeating your name as much as he could, as if he wanted to punch your name into every viewer’s brain. That you were his. And his alone.
The live stream ended, and Yoongi flung his phone down in disgust.
“Sick, pathetic leech…” he began, slamming the coffee table. “I am going to strangle him.”
He rose to his feet, but Jimin gripped his wrist tightly.
“No, hyung. Not now.”
“He violated Y/N!” Yoongi screamed out, and Jin flinched. “And now this? I want him dead!”
“Yoongi-yah,” Jin’s firm voice stopped Yoongi’s angry tirade. “Yoongi-yah, we’re all furious. I get it. But we should take a minute to think what to do.”
The younger man glanced at you, and you nodded.
“He has branded me to the world as his girlfriend. You will tarnish yourself if you go beat him up. And that’s not intelligent.”
Namjoon hummed in agreement.
“I want to wrap my fingers around his throat and feel his life leave his body though,” Namjoon said, an unusual murderous look glinting in his eyes.
The buzzing of your phone briefly broke your attention, and you glanced at the screen. It was Hae Jung, one of the BBS stylists. The texts were already flooding your screen. The latest ones popped up in the notification shade.
Hae Jung: Get out of the apartment quick!
Hae Jung: You can’t be seen with the rest of them!
Hae Jung: Y/N!! Answer my calls just once!
“Uh, Jinnie?” You tugged at his sleeve, pulling him gently.
He was simmering in a cold rage, and his gaze was sharp like knives when he snapped out a “What?”
You had a temper of your own and you found it kindling. Taking a deep breath, you displayed your phone for him to see.
“Hae Jung says I should leave the apartment at once. I can’t be seen with any of you. She’s got a point.”
Jin’s wide shoulders broadened as he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Taehyung’s hand squeezed his shoulder, and he said,
“She’s right, hyung. Y/N has to leave.” He composed himself to mask the little break in his voice. “Just for now.”
Namjoon, whose brain processed things 10x quicker, gripped your hand, alarmed.
“I’d be damned if we sent Y/N straight to Jungkook’s apartment.” He gritted his teeth, “Especially after what he just did to her.”
His eyes involuntarily swept over the bruises on your neck.
“Of course not,” Yoongi said, folding his arms. “We’ll keep her safe at a hotel.”
Jimin’s fingers intertwined with yours, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze.
“Let’s send a few of our bodyguard hyungs to keep her company.”
Hoseok, who had been talking to one of the managers, cut the call and flipped his phone closed.
“It’s already a nightmare on Twitter. We need to secure Y/N as fast as humanly possible. All the tabloids will be raining upon us like vultures soon.”
Namjoon’s leader instincts kicked into action, and before long they were smuggling you into one of their getaway cars.
“Here,” Jimin said, slipped out of his coat and draping it on your head. “Stay low, baby.”
Hoseok slid next to you, and just before he could slam the door shut, Jin’s veiny hand slithered into the crack.
He caught hold of your wrist and gripped hard, as if transferring all his strength over to you. No words were exchanged, but the weight of unspoken words was evident in his grip. You nodded silently, and he let go.
Without losing another second, Hoseok slammed the door and the car raced into the traffic, headed straight to a hotel.
─── ·❆· ───
#WEAREHAPPYFORYOU
#BBSGIRLFRIEND
#WELOVEYOUJK
#CONGRATULATIONS_OUR_JK
The bird app was full of Twitter trends talking about Jungkook’s bombshell. Hoseok’s phone kept buzzing every few seconds from all the posts and hashtags tagging his band’s shared Twitter handle.
He had removed your SIM card and broken it, handing you a new one instead. He had also signed you out of all your social media accounts. You had been essentially cut off from any media that would give your identity away.
“Baby, I’ve ordered room service,” Hoseok said, drawing the blinds closed. He did a routine sweep of the suite, checking for hidden cameras out of habit.
“Do you want anything, Y/N?” he asked, kneeling on the floor, and peering under the bed.
“I just want you to hold me,” you said, hugging your knees and gazing at his bent form.
He looked up, those soft brown eyes emanating so much warmth. Without a word, he dragged himself up and crawled into bed, pulling you into a gentle embrace.
His nose was warm against the side of your neck, and you inhaled deep breaths of his comforting presence. Hoseok had the innate ability to bring cheer wherever he went, and it was probably why your boyfriends had sent him to keep you company.
“Y/N,” he said, drawing the words out. “Don’t… please don’t resent us for this,” he said, and your heart broke.
“No, no, Hobi-” you said, turning slightly to look into his glistening eyes. “-I never will.” Taking his hand, put it against your cheek. “I’d never resent falling in love with all of you.”
He nodded and smiled happily, his fears crumbling to dust.
“Just- don’t let Jungkook ruin what we have,” he whispered, and you hummed in agreement. You had not for one moment regretted being with them. Jin had opened the doors wide open to so much love, much more than you had ever imagined.
─── ·❆· ───
It had been four days since you went into hiding. Your boyfriends took turns to sneak visits, it was a mystery how they managed to achieve that feat without getting caught by paparazzi. To be fair, the hotel you were sheltered in catered to celebrities all the time, and the staff were very discreet.
Your stomach rumbled, and you scratched your tummy. Whether it was due to your impending periods, you didn’t know, but you craved ramen. Especially the kind with tteokbokki – that was your favorite. Did you dare go down to the nearest convenience store and eat some?
Throwing Jin’s hoodie on, you let your hair loose under Taehyung’s beanie. Hoseok’s baggy pants were your favorite, they were oh so comfortable. Your sunglasses took a while to find, they were buried at the bottom of the drawer.
Looking at the mirror, you were satisfied with your camouflage and decided to step out. The walk to the convenience store took longer than you had expected. There wasn’t one in sight for a few blocks. It felt good to stretch your legs after so many days. But by the time you entered a store, you were already wondering if it was a good call.
The store was quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking. You’d have much preferred a crowded and noisy ambiance, it would have made you far less noticeable. The heavy oily smell of sizzling fritters wafted to your nostrils, interspersed with the earthy aroma of ground coffee beans.
There were a few girls around the ramen aisle, and you tried hard to be inconspicuous while scanning the rows for your favorite robokki brand. All went well, and you managed to get the packet scanned and billed.
You were waiting in line to use the hot water dispenser, wishing you’d stayed put in the hotel room. The girl standing before you turned with her cup of hot noodles, catching you smack in the eyes. The sunglasses flew off your face, and the hot liquid from her noodles splashed across your neck.
“I’m so sorry,” she shrieked, setting the noodles down in an attempt to help you.
“No, I- it’s okay,” you muttered, deciding to get the hell out of there. In your haste, you bumped into a few more people standing in line behind you.
“Hey,” a girl shouted, picking up your sunglasses from the floor. “You left this…”
You shook your head and tried to dart out of there, but she was quicker. She body-blocked you, extending her arm towards you. You mumbled a quick “Thanks” and tried to move, but she persisted.
“I’ve seen you…” Suddenly, recognition dawned on her face. “You’re Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend.”
“Er, no,” you said, kicking yourself for ever leaving the hotel.
“Ji Hee! Soo Yeon!” she shrieked, beside herself in excitement. “Come here quick!”
The girls you had seen in the line circled on you, wondering what the commotion was about.
“It’s her! It’s Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend!”
They advanced on you slowly, peering into your shocked face.
“You?” one girl snickered in a mocking tone. “What makes you so special?”
By that time, you were trapped amid four girls, and no one else seemed to care about the bevy of girls in the ramen section.
Another girl took a section of your hair and flicked it in disdain, clicking her tongue.
“Just what did oppa see in you?”
The third one egged her friend on saying, “Good that you threw ramen over her, Min Ji!”
“Empty the rest on her too!”
You started to back away, but the girl behind you pushed you, sending you tumbling forward.
“Let me g-“
The girl had thrown the rest of her noodles on you before you even finished your sentence. Instinctively, your eyes closed for a split second, and you felt your hair being pulled. A weak slap managed to jerk your face sideways before the owner yelled out loudly.
“Hey, no fighting. Take it outside!”
One arm grabbed your hoodie, and another pulled you out by the hair. The one called Soo Yeon threw your sunglasses on the pavement and stepped on it, crushing the glass to bits.
Passersby began to stare, and you had no choice but to make a run for it. You were stronger than your assailants, partly because Jungkook had been your gym partner, and all those arm days came to your rescue.
It was no use to try and keep a low profile now that you were out on the road. Pushing one girl away, you landed a karate chop on the arm pulling your hair. The owner of the arm yelped in pain, and you barreled towards the third one, butting her torso with your head and sending her tumbling down.
You ran like the wind, not once looking back. You hoped fervently that no passerby had recorded the whole tussle on their phone. God, you’d ruin your boyfriends if the little spectacle ever went viral.
Dripping in ramen and terribly out of breath, you made it to the hotel’s private entrance. A car was pulling up, and a startled voice called out your name just as you pressed the elevator button.
“Y/N?”
Jimin bounded out of the car, startled at seeing your disheveled appearance.
“What the hell happened?”
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“But why did you call this urgent meeting, Namjoonah?” the band’s executive PD asked, rolling the paperweight on the table. The conference room in the BBS building was where the group’s most iconic song lyrics were birthed. It had been a room that had witnessed loud arguments about line distribution, heartbreaks over missed awards, and collective joy over record breaks.
“Let the others arrive,” Namjoon replied, his jaw set in determination.
Jin came in soon, followed by a steady trickle of the rest of the band. All except Jungkook of course.
“The fuck is he?” Namjoon bit out, impatiently glancing at the digital clock.
“We’ll get down to business anyway, good that’s he’s not here now,” Jin said, putting an arm over Taehyung’s lap to stop him from fidgeting.
“Well then,” the PD said, dragging a notepad towards him. “What is the purpose of this meeting?”
Everyone looked at Namjoon in unison, expecting him to spell it out for them.
“We all want to terminate our contracts with the agency,” he began, causing the PD to inhale sharply and lean forward urgently.
“What?”
“… effective immediately,” Namjoon said, his mouth set in a straight line.
“But why? Have we failed you in any way? You can tell me your grievances! I can try and resolve…”
Yoongi’s slow drawling voice eclipsed his boss’s.
“We are willing to reconsider if…”
The PD’s eyes widened in urgency. “If?”
“If you terminate Jungkook’s contract instead.”
Right on cue, the door opened and Jungkook walked in, an air of lazy arrogance stamped all over him.
He slipped into a seat, swiveling on his chair from left to right just to spite the men who were glaring at him.
“Don’t own a watch?” Jin asked scathingly, earning just a cool raise of eyebrows in response.
The PD was still speechless from the earlier discussion, so he didn’t participate in the bickering over Jungkook’s lack of punctuality. The babble of voices grew louder and louder around him.
“I don’t care for your disapproval,” Jungkook was shouting, slapping his fist on the table, when the boss shook himself into action.
“Stop!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the cacophony.
He glared at the youngest member, effectively silencing him.
“Now, what the hell is this actually about?” He turned to Jin. “You! Eldest! Speak.”
Jin looked at Namjoon, who nodded encouragingly. He cleared his throat, unsure how to start.
“Well, you know about our girlfriend…”
The boss sighed. Of course, this was about you. He had been privy to the unusual relationship between you and his artists. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this rift to occur sometime or the other. He had had years of experience working with hormonal youngsters to expect otherwise.
“Personal conflicts cannot influence your contracts,” he said, eyeing Jin sternly.
“Yeah, tell him,” Jungkook drawled haughtily.
“And you, shut your face,” the boss spat out, furious that his multimillion-dollar band was fraying at the edges because of girl problems.
“Personal?” Taehyung asked incredulously. “Of course it’s personal! Our girlfriend got assaulted and harassed because of him!”
“Correction. My girlfriend,” Jungkook said, staring at Jin’s throbbing neck veins. “She’d have been safe with me if she hadn’t been kidnapped and left uncared for.”
“The nerve,” Hoseok shouted, getting to his feet angrily.
Jimin pulled him back to his seat, hissing sharply.
“Sit down, hyung. Don’t let him get under your skin.”
Jungkook leaned forward, his black eyes glowering at Jin.
“I want to know where you’ve hidden her.”
“You’ve caused her enough harm,” Yoongi snapped. “You were the one who violated her privacy. You showed her to the world. You are the reason she got assaulted. You jeopardized her safety.”
Jungkook pursed his lips in stony mutiny. He had no witty response to Yoongi’s allegations.
“Well, PDnim, we want Jungkook’s contract terminated immediately. We refuse to work with him,” Jimin said, getting back on track.
“If you terminate me,” Jungkook said, leaning on his chair and rocking himself gently, “I’ll sue you. Every one of you. I’ll sue the agency till there isn’t a penny left.”
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You knew it hadn’t gone well as soon as you saw the disgruntled looks on your boyfriends’ faces. They had all come to your hotel room with sulky faces.
“Babe?” you asked, holding the coat as Hoseok shrugged himself out of it.
“No go, Y/N,” Jimin said, shaking his head. “PDnim can’t terminate him. And he threatened to sue the agency too.”
There had been only a slim chance of it ever working out, so it wasn’t a big blow. But it did sting your boyfriends to even think of working with Jungkook ever again.
Jin pulled you snug against his body, sighing heavily.
“We’ll figure something out,” you said, squeezing his big arms that were wound around your torso.
“Hmm,” he mumbled half-heartedly. “We got you some lamb skewers,” he said, burying his face into your neck.
“Oh damn it, I sat on it!” Namjoon whined, guiltily eyeing the now squished package he dug out of his coat.
Everyone giggled, a sudden ease settling amid everyone in the house. It felt just like old times. Well, at least partially.
“Fuck you, Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi said, pulling the package from his clumsy brother. “Now I need to operate on this and save it.”
Another wave of giggles. Somehow it felt like you would all survive the situation and turn out okay.
“Mmm, kiss me,” Taehyung said, sandwiching you between Jin and himself. “I love it when you laugh.”
He dipped his head, cupping your cheeks fondly. Jin pressed himself against your back, his hands moving up to cup your breasts.
“Yah, get a room!” Hoseok snickered, slapping Taehyung’s butt playfully.
You smirked in response, pulling Taehyung’s boxy lips towards your mouth, and leaving teasing licks on the corner of his mouth.
“Ah, don’t tease,” he complained, his outrageously deep voice sending shivers up your spine. Jin’s hands squeezed your breasts through your shirt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Jin was a sucker for your tits, he loved playing with them. They were his drug of choice.
His bulge poked your back, and he slowly moved backward, taking care not to disturb Taehyung’s kissing. The others barely paid attention, they were lounging about, talking, or scrolling through their phones.
Jin was halfway through a doorway when Jimin’s surprised yell stilled him.
“Son of a bitch!” he shouted, furiously swiping on his phone.
Taehyung was just as startled, and you peeked around his head to see what bothered Jimin so much.
“What is it?” you began to ask, just as the others started to crane their heads over Jimin’s phone.
No one responded, so you pulled yourself out of the Jin-Tae sandwich and went to investigate. Pushing Hoseok’s head to the side, you stared at Jimin’s screen. And your jaw dropped to the floor.
‘BREAKING NEWS: BBS Band member’s girlfriend cheats on him with ANOTHER member!
Tap to see SHOCKING pictures!’
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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 25: Meraki
Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader
Genre: romance, drama, angst
WC: 25.8k
Warnings for this chapter: strong language, constipated fEElings, mentions of past rape, a gun, murder, poison, stalking, past physical and emotional abuse (its really upsetting guys im sorry), things get a tad bit steamy so hold on to ya butts, i think that’s it, as always pls point out something i missed if it can be triggering.
summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.
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"Dude, wake up! Turn it off!"
Jungkook groans and turns on his side, ignoring Tae's blubbering.
Then another sound reaches his ears.
A loud beeping.
What the fuck is that?
Jungkook lifts his head to see Tae staring at him grumpily from the couch, his eyes squinted and his hair poking up in every direction.
Then Jungkook looks towards his nightstand and sees his phone screen is lighting up.
He wiggles over to the nightstand and grabs his phone, looking at the bleary image of his phone where an alarm is going off, telling him to get the cats.
Get the cats?
The fuck?
What cats?
Then it clicks in his brain.
Oh shit.
He literally bought two cats yesterday.
Was that just yesterday? It feels like forever ago...
Jungkook turns off the alarm and flops face down into his pillow.
Tae lays down again, satisfied at the quiet as he snuggles into his covers.
But not a minute later, Jungkook is getting out of bed and making a shit ton of noise as he looks for something to eat.
A deep growl leaves Taehyung's throat, "Why are you making so much fucking noise?"
"Sorry," Jungkook says sleepily, not even snapping back.
That makes Tae sit up and look towards the kitchen.
"Why aren't you fighting back?" He asks suspiciously as he rubs his eyes.
Jungkook shrugs as he takes a bite out of a cookie, then moves to get a glass of milk.
Tae sighs, "You can't eat cookies for breakfast, Jungkook."
"You can't tell me what to do," Jungkook smirks at him.
The older boy rolls his eyes and stands up, scratching his head and walking to the kitchen, "I'll make some real food, go take a shower."
"I don't need a shower-"
"Uh, yeah you do. You fucking reek."
Jungkook sniffs under his arms, then shrugs, "Fine."
He stuffs the rest of the cookie into his mouth and gulps the milk as Tae grumbles about him ruining his appetite before he can get some real food into him.
Then Jungkook goes to the bathroom to take a shower as Tae starts making some breakfast.
Not long later, Jungkook comes out, drying his hair.
He sniffs the air, "Smells good, Tae."
Taehyung smirks as he plates up some side dishes, "Yeah I know."
Jungkook rolls his eyes and moves to get dressed.
Breakfast goes by fairly quickly without much discussion. But as Jungkook is taking his last few bites, Tae speaks up.
"So, what are you doing today?"
Jungkook freezes.
He can't really lie to him, he's literally going to be bringing home a fucking cat.
So, Jungkook swallows his last bite then says, "I'm going to get my new cat."
Taehyung's eyes bulge, "Cat? You got a cat??"
Jungkook nods then clears his place and brings his dishes to the sink.
Tae watches after him, "Why the fuck you get a cat?"
"Why not?" Jungkook asks.
Tae sits there for a moment, processing his words. Then he shrugs, "No reason I guess."
After doing the dishes, Jungkook goes to the door to pull on his shoes, "I'll be back later."
Tae hovers around him until Jungkook acknowledges him, "What's up?"
The older boy shifts on his feet, "Can I go with you?"
Jungkook laughs, "Sure, why are you acting so weird?"
Taehyung shoots him a glare, "I'm not, I just thought you'd tell me to fuck off."
That makes Jungkook pause as Tae starts pulling on his shoes.
Has he been too cold with him recently?
Jungkook bites his lip, "Tae?"
"Mm?" The elder mumbles, focusing on getting his shoes on.
"I'm... sorry...?"
The older hitman stands up, giving Jungkook a weird look.
"The fuck? Why are you apologizing and why did it sound so questionable?"
Jungkook sighs, "I just- I feel like I've been a dick recently and I'm sorry."
Taehyung barks out a laugh, "You've been a dick since you were fifteen, JK. Don't apologize, it's fucking weird. Don't make shit weird."
"I just don't want you to think I don't want to hang out with you-"
"Annnnnd you made it weird."
Jungkook scowls.
Tae flicks him on the forehead, "I'm not used to you being all soft and sensitive anymore, it doesn't sit well. Just get your keys and let's go."
The younger sighs and grabs his keys and wallet, then they leave.
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The bell above the door dings as Jungkook and Tae walk into the pet shop.
Jungkook is relieved to see the same worker that helped him buy the two cats standing at the counter and looking through a binder.
Taehyung walks over to look at some of the puppies as Jungkook goes to the front counter.
The worker looks up and smiles when he sees Jungkook, "Hey! You ready to pick them up?"
Jungkook nods, "Yes, thanks again for doing this."
The worker waves him off, "Not a problem at all! I'm glad those two are finally getting a new home, they've been waiting long enough."
The worker tells Jungkook he'll be right back, so Jungkook looks for Tae. He ends up finding him over by the bunny cage.
"Gonna get a new bunny?" He asks, making Tae jump.
The older boy shakes his head, "Nah, I was just thinking about how much this one looks like you," He points at a black bunny nibbling on a carrot.
Jungkook laughs, "It does not."
"One hundred percent dude, it absolutely does."
Jungkook shakes his head, "You're crazy. Anyway, did you want to help me pick out some things for the cats?"
Tae's head swivels towards him, "Cats? As in plural?”
Jungkook nods.
He has to get the orange cat now anyway, he's not going to be able to hide it from him.
"I bought one for a friend too."
Tae gives him a weird look, "Weird thing to buy for a friend but ok."
"Come on," Jungkook drags him over to the section that has cat toys, treats, beds, and food.
Suddenly, Tae is like a pet expert as he takes charge, "Ok, you're gonna need food and water bowls. Is your cat a boy or girl?"
Jungkook crouches next to him, scanning the options, "Mine is black and he's a boy. My friend's is orange, and it's a girl."
"Alright, wait go get a basket," Tae mumbles as he looks over them all. Jungkook gets up to get a basket to carry everything, then he comes back to see Tae reaching for something.
"How about this one for your friend?" He has one that has two metal bowls attached, it's pink with little pictures of different kinds of candy on the sides.
"Oh, that's perfect," Jungkook takes it and puts it in the basket, it looks just like something you would buy.
"Cool, do you like this one?" Tae holds up another one that is designed the same with the bowls connecting, but this one is all black. It looks simple but cool.
Jungkook nods, "I like it."
Tae keeps it then they pick out some toys before looking at the beds.
They stand there, observing the beds carefully.
Then Jungkook steps forward, "It's gotta be this one, dude," He points at a pink sphere-shaped cat bed. Tae laughs, "I actually really like that one."
Tae grabs it and holds it to the side, "Which one do you like, JK?"
Jungkook thinks for a moment, then he grabs a grey almost triangle-shaped one, "I think I'm gonna get this one."
Tae nods, "Simple, I like it."
They bring everything to the front counter just as the male worker and another female worker bring the cats out.
Jungkook sets the basket down on the counter, "Can we get this stuff too, please?"
The worker nods, "Of course! You're all prepared, I can tell you're gonna be a great cat dad."
Tae snickers at that, making Jungkook roll his eyes.
He sees the orange cat mewing in the girl's arms, and he smiles.
You're going home to your favorite person soon, I promise.
They check out all of the items they got, then the worker tells Jungkook that they are all up to date on their shots so there isn't any reason to worry about that.
"You can also get some collars if you'd like?"
Jungkook thinks for a moment, "I think I'll get them later, thank you."
He wants you to pick out the collar, and you need to name them first.
Jungkook and Tae both hook some bags on their arms, they each grab a bed, then the workers come over with the cats.
The black cat practically leaps out of the male worker's arms to get to Jungkook.
They both laugh as Jungkook takes the cat, "Hey, buddy."
The girl hands the orange cat to Tae as it meows and meows.
She laughs, "She's happy, those are happy meows."
Tae nods, "Oh good, hey little kitty."
Jungkook watches Tae with the cat for a minute, a weird ache in his chest as the brutal hitman smiles at the small fluffy creature.
He snaps out of it when Tae looks at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" He asks.
"I wasn't," Jungkook thanks the workers then heads out quickly.
Tae catches up to him as they make their way to the car. He holds both cats on his lap as Jungkook drives.
Tiny and adorable mews fill the car as the two cats sniff Taehyung curiously.
A tiny smile appears on Jungkook's face when he hears Tae laugh because as he says, "they're tickling my nose" as the cats sniff him.
Jungkook pulls up to his apartment, "Can you bring my stuff up, Tae? I need to bring my friend the cat."
Tae nods, "Sure, do you want me to bring the cat, or do you wanna keep him with you?"
Jungkook thinks about it for a minute, then he says, "You can bring him up, let him check out the apartment."
Tae nods again, "Alrighty, let's go, buddy."
He grabs Jungkook's cat things and the black cat then he heads upstairs.
Jungkook waits till he sees him get into the main building, then he looks at the orange cat, "Ready to go meet your mom?"
She meows, looking at Jungkook with huge eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes."
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Jungkook pulls up to Jimin's condo, excitement fluttering in his tummy.
He had already texted Jimin the night before, asking if it was okay for the cat to stay there until you go home. Jimin was delighted to have the cat stay over, much to Jungkook's relief.
He turns off the car and hops out, coming around to the passenger seat where the kitten has sat the entire time.
He can tell she isn't going to be a troublemaker.
He opens the door, chuckling when she meows and comes closer to him, her big eyes looking at him in confusion.
Jungkook grabs the cat bed, the other bag with the essentials, then picks her up carefully.
*ding dong*
The door is opened almost immediately by Jimin, who has a huge smile on his face.
"She's gonna be so excited!" He whispers happily, stepping aside so Jungkook can come in, "She's in the bathroom right now, come on in."
Jungkook brings the stuff over to the couch and sets the bag and cat bed down on the ground.
"Ohhh, can I hold her?" Jimin asks with huge puppy eyes.
Jungkook nods, "Sure," He hands her to him carefully.
"meow!"
They both laugh at her curious meow when she sees Jimin.
Then the two of them hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on.
Jimin hands the orange fluff ball back to Jungkook, "Here, you should be the one to hand her to ____."
Jungkook holds her close to his chest, letting her sniff at his nose and mouth as they wait for you to come out.
"Ji-Jimin, I have an idea f-for lunch-"
You freeze when you see Jungkook standing in the living room.
His muscular yet lean frame stretching the arms of his black t-shirt will never fail to make your heart race.
"J-Jungkook!"
He smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the sight of him. You're taking a step forward to come to him, then you freeze.
Wait...
What is he holding?
There's a tiny orange ball of fluff in his arms...
You take a step closer.
"mew."
Tears spring to your eyes as your hands fly to your mouth, "Oh!"
Jungkook's smile grows at your reaction, "Come on, come hold her," He says gently.
You walk over to them and hold out your arms, letting Jungkook place her into your hold.
"I c-can't believe you g-got her," You look up at Jungkook, a tear slipping out, "Th-Thank you for giving h-her a home, Jungkook. C-Can I come vi-visit her sometimes?"
Jungkook laughs, "She's yours, ____."
Your eyes widen, then you look between the kitten and Jungkook.
"R-Really?"
"Mhm."
You burst into tears and hold the kitten tighter, "Ohhh, P-Pumpkin, I've been w-waiting for you."
Jungkook and Jimin look at each other in surprise.
"You already named her?" Jungkook asks in confusion.
You nod, "I n-named her when I first m-met her."
"Pumpkin is the perfect name," Jimin says, a huge smile on his face.
Jungkook nods, "It really suits her."
The three of you sit on the couch and play with Pumpkin as Jungkook tells you that he got the black cat too.
"Th-They can be b-bestfriends!" You squeal happily.
Jungkook laughs, "I'm sure they will be."
You look at him with shining eyes, "W-We can have pl-play dates," You whisper.
Jungkook feels his heart twang as he smiles and nods.
"I w-wanna meet y-your baby!" You say to Jungkook, picking Pumpkin up and hugging her close as she meows.
Jungkook laughs, his cheeks pink as he rubs the back of his neck, "I'll bring him over tomorrow or something."
"Have y-you thought of a n-name yet?" You ask.
Jungkook shakes his head, "No, not yet."
"You'll think of something," Jimin assures him, gently scratching under Pumpkin's chin.
The three (or four now) of you hang out until Jungkook says he needs to head home and get the cat's stuff ready.
You hand Pumpkin to Jimin and walk Jungkook to the door, stepping out on the porch.
"Don't w-worry, Jimin won't c-catch us again," You say cutely.
Jungkook laughs, "Thank goodness for that."
He looks at you as you stare into his eyes.
The way you look at him makes his breath catch in his throat.
The two of you just stare at each other for a minute, then you whisper, "Thank y-you, so much."
Jungkook nods with a small smile, "I'm glad you're so happy."
Suddenly the air gets knocked out of him when you slam into him, wrapping your arms around his middle.
Jungkook laughs and pets your head.
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"I'm back," Jungkook calls out as he steps inside.
Tae comes out of the bathroom, the little black cat in his arms.
"Look at that, Daddy's home!"
Jungkook glares at him, "Call me that again and your ass is going through at least three walls."
Tae just laughs and sets the cat down.
"What the hell were you doing with him in the bathroom anyway?" Jungkook asks, bending down to pet the cat that's mewing and rubbing on his ankles.
"We were staring at each other in the mirror," Tae says as he walks over and flops onto the couch.
Jungkook shakes his head.
He wouldn't put that past him.
"I'm glad the two of you are getting along," Jungkook picks up the cat when it keeps trying to climb his leg.
He holds it out in front of him, "Hmm, what should I call you?"
"mew."
Jungkook smiles.
Tae walks over and scratches the cat under the chin, "Where did you get that?"
Jungkook looks at him, "Huh? What?"
Tae touches Jungkook's bracelet, then he takes the angel wing charm in between his fingers.
"I-" Jungkook swallows, "I just saw someone selling it the other day."
"Huh."
Taehyung lets go of the charm as Jungkook moves to set the cat down.
When he straightens up again, Tae is looking at him.
It feels like he's staring into his soul.
Jungkook keeps his ground as Tae steps closer and closer.
Until their faces are a few inches apart.
"Are you lying to me?" Taehyung whispers.
"I don't have a reason to lie to you," Jungkook replies steadily.
Tae studies him for a second, "I'm giving you this one chance JK. Are you lying to me?"
Jungkook looks at his best friend of eighteen years.
His voice doesn't waver at all when he responds, "No."
Tae, satisfied with that answer, backs off.
Jungkook watches as the hitman walks to the couch to grab his wallet and phone.
"I'm leaving again."
"Where are you going?" Jungkook asks hesitantly.
Tae turns to look at him, "Someone in Daegu needs a hit done."
"Oh," Jungkook looks at the black cat as he jumps onto his bed and starts kneading the covers.
"You still haven't gotten anything?" Tae asks, suspicion lacing his tone.
Jungkook shrugs, "Maybe it's because you're taking them all."
Tae chuckles, "If you need help landing a job, just ask JK. No need to be shy about it."
Jungkook shakes his head, "I can find hits on my own, thank you very much."
"Whatever," Tae stuffs his phone and wallet into his pockets, then he walks past Jungkook, "I'll be back in a week, maybe a little longer."
The door shuts behind him, leaving Jungkook standing there, biting his lip as he stares at the light seeping in through the window.
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"Hello?"
"Hey, J-Jungkook!"
"Is everything okay?"
You can hear the worry in his voice, and you feel your heart warm.
"Totally okay! I j-just wanted to th-thank you for all the st-stuff you got me! I just s-saw it," You giggle.
Jungkook smiles, "Glad you like it. I had some help picking stuff out, but yeah, I hope it's what you wanted."
"I l-love all of it!"
Jungkook chuckles, "Good."
"Have y-you come up w-w-with a name for your k-kitty yet?"
Jungkook sighs, "No, I haven't. It's so much harder than I thought it would be."
You laugh, "I underst-stand."
The two of you talk about the cats a little longer, then you say shyly, "Hey, J-Jungkook?"
"Yeah?"
"C-Can I take you s-somewhere tomorrow?"
Jungkook can't help the smile that lights up his face, "I'd love that."
You jump up and down, "Yay!"
"Is it a surprise or do I get to know?"
"A s-surprise," You say smugly.
"Ok, I'll trust you," Jungkook chuckles.
"Oh, J-Jimin is calling me, w-we're going to g-get Pumpkin a collar!"
"Nice, you'll have to take a picture of her in it and send it to me."
"I w-will! I'll talk to y-you later, Jungkook."
"Bye, ____."
You both hang up and Jungkook looks over at the black furball and sighs, "Shadow...? No, that doesn't seem right."
He drops his head on the back of the couch, trying to think of something.
Raven?
Kinda cool.
But it doesn't feel like it clicks.
Hmm.
"What do you think of Ash?"
The cat lifts its head to look at him, almost as if he had offended it.
He laughs, "Ok, not Ash."
The cat curls up on his pillow.
The stark contrast of the black cat against the white pillow makes something pop into Jungkook's head.
It looks like yin and yang...
"Hey, what about Yin?"
"mew!"
We have a winner.
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Instead of a blaring sound waking him up, Jungkook feels something weird on his stomach as he gets dragged from slumber.
He groans softly and peels his eyes open, looking down to see Yin kneading his abdomen.
"Yin, what are you doing?" Jungkook asks tiredly, "Making bread?"
"mew."
"Well, keep up the good work," Jungkook plops his head back onto his pillow as Yin continues his task. Rubbing his hands over his face, Jungkook sighs tiredly.
Then he suddenly jolts with a laugh, "Hey, that tickles!"
He looks down to see Yin looking at him with huge green eyes.
Jungkook's heart melts a little at the tiny cat as it walks up his chest to sniff at his face.
"Hey, buddy, I'm awake don't worry. I'll get up now."
Jungkook sits up and pets Yin, the action soothing both of them.
"I've got to get your collar today," Jungkook says to the small cat, scratching his chin. You had texted him last night and said that he should meet you at Jimin's at around six o'clock tonight, so he has plenty of time to get stuff done.
First, he takes a shower, Yin mewing outside the shower the entire time.
Then he makes breakfast for himself after feeding Yin.
Lastly, he decides to tidy up the place before he goes out to get the collar and run a few more errands.
"I'll be back in a bit, Yin," Jungkook calls to the sleepy cat that's curled up on his pillow, his designated favorite spot.
He locks the door and starts heading down the stairs when he sees Hoseok coming up them.
"Hey, Kook!"
"Oh, hi."
He feels a bit awkward running into his neighbor after he completely exposed himself last week. They haven't really talked since.
Hoseok smiles, "I hope you can still be comfortable around me, Jungkook. I haven't told a single soul, and I don't think of you any differently."
Well, that's a relief.
"Uhm, thanks."
Hoseok pats Jungkook on the shoulder, "See you around."
Then he continues to his apartment.
Jungkook shakes his head to clear it, then he jogs down the stairs.
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"Awwwww, P-Pumpkin you look so cute!" Your hands are on your cheeks as you gush over your adorable kitty in her pretty pink collar and little pink bow you got.
Jimin laughs, "It suits her! She looks like a princess."
"She d-does," You coo, petting her, "I n-need to take a picture to sh-show Jungkook!"
You snap a quick picture, then send it to him.
He replies quickly.
Jungkook: Aww, she's so cute! Looks like a little princess, I love the bow
You show Jimin his reply, your smile almost splitting your cheeks.
Then another message comes through.
Jungkook: Here's Yin in his new collar
You gush over the picture of the cute cat and his name as Jimin laughs beside you, petting Pumpkin.
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Jungkook smiles at your enthusiasm over Yin, his chest feeling warm.
"She thinks you're so cute, Yin," He tells the cat, who is now laying on Jungkook's stomach as the young man slouches on the couch. He pets him and scratches behind his ears, "Do I have some competition?"
"mew!"
"Oh no, you don't!" Jungkook laughs, "You can't have her."
"mew."
Jungkook laughs, "You can have Pumpkin."
"mew!"
"Alright buddy, let's get some lunch."
Jungkook cooks up something for himself, then he fills Yin's bowl so that they can eat lunch together.
He's starting to get attached to this little furball.
He's good company.
He finishes lunch and does the dishes as Yin rubs against his ankles, looking up at Jungkook with huge green eyes.
"Knock that off or I'll become soft," Jungkook scolds the cat gently.
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"D-Do you think he'll l-like it?" You ask Jimin, bouncing on the balls of your feet in anticipation.
Jimin scoffs playfully, "How could he not? You said he likes to draw, right?"
You nod.
"Then how could he not like going to an art show with the girl he likes?" Jimin pokes you in the side, teasing you.
It works.
Your cheeks flush pink, "I g-guess."
You look at the two tickets in your hand, your heart pounding in your chest.
"It's a little after five, I would start getting ready if I were you. You wanted to get a shower, yeah?" Jimin asks.
You nod and jump up, "I'll b-be quick!"
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It's almost time for Jungkook to leave to meet you.
He's pulling on his shoes as Yin rolls around on the ground with the cat toy that Tae picked out for him.
"Alright, buddy. I'm gonna head out," Jungkook walks over and pets the cat, laughing when Yin grabs his hand and nibbles it.
Jungkook wrestles him with one hand for a second before giving him his toy back and heading for the door.
*Bzzzzzt*
Jungkook stops short, just about to lock the door.
He pulls out his vibrating phone to see a name that makes a chill run down his spine.
Someone he hasn't spoken to for a while.
He answers it, "Hello?"
"Hey, are you free right now?"
Jungkook nibbles his bottom lip, "Uh, yeah."
"Good, I have a job for you."
"Hyung-"
"What? You don't want it?"
Jungkook sighs, "It's not that-"
"Oh, you already have one?"
"No..."
"Then what's the problem?"
"There-...isn't one."
He hears the older hitman sigh, "Jungkook, I spoke to her."
"Who?"
"Your mom."
Jungkook's breath hitches.
"I can see she needs help, Jungkook. Even though she told me not to tell you."
"Namjoon Hyung, I-"
"This hit will get you a lot, JK."
"...how much?" Jungkook's voice shakes a little.
"Enough to cover her next two treatments."
Jungkook closes his eyes, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
Shit.
"Where is it?"
"Client is in Seoul, and I think the hit is in Incheon, shouldn't be too hard."
"Ok, I'll do it," Jungkook sighs internally, glancing at his phone to check the time.
He needs to go.
"Hyung, you can send me the details and I'll-"
"They want to meet tonight."
"What?"
"Tonight, at the abandoned construction site. You know the one I'm talking about, right?"
"The one close to the old bridge?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, what time?"
"Closest to six you can make it."
Jungkook tries not to groan.
He takes a few deep breaths to collect himself.
She needs it.
She needs you.
"The client's last name is Beom," Namjoon says.
"Ok, I'm going to let you go so I can get there."
"Sounds good, be careful and let me know how it goes."
Jungkook ends the call, his head hanging as he covers his eyes with one hand.
"Fucking crap."
He sits there for a moment, then he reluctantly calls your number as he makes his way back inside.
You answer just as he crouches to open his safe, "H-Hello?"
He can hear the excitement in your voice.
Fuck.
"Hey..."
"Are y-you okay?" Your voice is laced with worry instantly, making this even harder for him.
"Yeah... actually no, not really."
"J-Jungkook, do you n-need me?"
He sighs, his hand hovering over the gun.
"We d-d-don't have to go out tonight, J-Jungkook," You assure him, "If you j-just need me to b-be with you, I'll come over right n-now."
Shit.
He isn't sure if anything could hurt his heart more at this point.
You would drop anything for him.
He's such a piece of shit.
"Jungkook?" You whisper when he hasn't answered you.
"Sorry, I just-" He grabs the gun and shuts the safe.
Get your shit together, Jeon.
"I can't make it tonight, I'm sorry."
"I underst-stand, do you w-want me to come over?"
"I do... but something came up and I need to leave."
"It isn't y-your mom, is it?" You breathe.
Jungkook's heart clenches in his chest at how caring you are, "Kind of," He whispers.
You feel your heart sink at his words, "I hope sh-she's okay, Jungkook. D-Don't worry a-about tonight. Stay s-safe."
"Thank you," Jungkook chokes out, then he hangs up.
Fuck.
He puts the safe back in his closet and leaves quickly.
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"So, he can't make it?" Jimin asks, seeing your frown as you put your phone away.
You look at him with a sad smile, "No, n-not tonight."
Jimin pats your arm, "Are you able to exchange the tickets for a different night?"
You shake your head sadly, "N-No."
He sighs, then he puts his hands on his knees and stands up, "I'll be quick."
"W-Where are you g-going?"
"To get dressed," Jimin says simply.
He disappears up the stairs before you get a chance to say anything else.
A few minutes later, he trots down the stairs in a suit and tie.
Your smile widens as he holds his hand out to you, "Shall we?"
You take it and say goodbye to Pumpkin as the two of you make your way out, just in time to make it to the art show.
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Jungkook parks the car in a secluded area that isn't too close to the meeting spot, then he adjusts his black cap, slips his black face mask on and grabs his gun before hopping out of the car and heading towards the abandoned construction site.
He reaches it around fifteen minutes after six.
Stepping inside of the building, Jungkook keeps his eyes peeled.
"Are you here for me?"
Jungkook whips around to see a young woman stepping out from behind a giant piece of concrete.
She's dressed in a short and tight black dress, her eyes covered in smoky makeup and red lipstick highlighting her plush lips. Her long black hair falls over her shoulder as she smirks at him.
"Ohh a young one, I got lucky I guess."
Jungkook stares at her blankly, "Are you Beom?"
Her smirk grows as she steps forward, swaying her hips, "Depends, who wants to know?"
"You know who I am."
"Lotus?"
Jungkook just keeps steady eye contact.
"Damn," She eyes him up and down, "I really did get lucky. You gonna kill a bad guy for me, sweetheart? Such a prince."
Jungkook rolls his eyes, "I'm not interested in your games. I want the information for the hit."
She pouts, her plump red lips even more accentuated.
"You're no fun."
"Yeah, I'm not really the type looking for fun."
Her smirk is back at his words as she steps even closer, reaching a hand out to drag it down his arm, pinching his jacket at the end and tugging on it.
Jungkook resists the urge to lash out.
He needs that money.
"I'll hire you."
Then she walks her fingers up his arm.
"Under one condition."
Jungkook steps away, his skin feeling like it's crawling from her uninvited touch.
"What do you want?" He snaps.
She gives him a sultry look, "I don't get much action these days... So.. Kiss me."
Jungkook barks out a laugh at that.
She looks at him in confusion as he shakes his head.
"Like hell I'm gonna kiss you. I'm not here to play your fucking games, as I said earlier. Tell me the fucking details of the hit or I'm gone," Jungkook growls.
She finally backs off, raising her hands in defense, "Can't blame a girl for trying, especially with someone that looks like you."
Jungkook is fuming.
He did not just miss a fucking date with you to waste his time being played out of a hit by a random girl looking for a hookup.
He'd lose his shit if this was all for nothing.
"Tell me the information," He says darkly.
She sighs, "Fine."
She crosses her arms, "His name is Sang. Sang Do Yoon."
Jungkook tucks it away in the back of his mind.
She turns and struts to a purse lying on the ground that Jungkook didn't see earlier. She grabs a folder out of it and walks back to Jungkook.
Before handing it to him, she stops, "I do have one request though."
Jungkook is about to snap back when she cuts him off, her whole aura changing, "It's nothing like that. This man, he... he killed my sister."
Jungkook freezes at that.
Her eyes get watery as she looks away, "The court said he wasn't guilty. But I saw, I was there. They took his word over mine... he- he took both of our innocence, then he took her life. She was only seventeen years old. I was twenty at the time."
Jungkook's chest tightens.
He tries to keep his emotions in check when it comes to hits. But there are always those ones that get to you, no matter what.
Especially when it involves children.
"I've wanted to kill him myself for seven years, but I can't... my parents have suffered enough, I can't let them live knowing that their only daughter is imprisoned. I only just now got enough money to hire a hitman," She sniffs.
"What's your request?" Jungkook asks as she looks back at him, her eyes getting darker with hatred.
"I want you to make him suffer."
...
"I can do that."
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"Ohhhh, l-look at that one, J-Jimin!"
You point at a beautiful oil painting, you and Jimin oohing and ahhing over it before moving on to a sculpture.
You make your way around the art gallery, looking at everything as Jimin follows.
-
"I'm sorry Jungkook couldn't come," Jimin says as the two of you leave.
You wave it off, "He h-had something v-v-very important come up. I'm j-just sad he m-m-missed it, I th-think he would've liked it."
Jimin nods, "It happens, usually at the worst times too."
You nod, the two of you strolling back to the car.
"Do you want to get dinner?" Jimin asks, "I'm freaking starving and it's almost eight o'clock."
You nod again, "I'm h-hungry too!"
You two end up going to a restaurant that's close enough to walk to.
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When you're halfway through dinner, your phone starts to ring.
You pull it out and see Jungkook's contact, so you answer it quickly, "Hello?"
"Hey, ____."
"H-Hey, is e-everyth-thing okay?"
"For now," Jungkook says, then he changes the subject, "I'm really sorry I couldn't make it, I hope I didn't ruin your night."
"Oh n-no! Not at all, J-Jimin went w-with me and n-now we're eating d-dinner."
Jungkook's stomach drops at that.
Not because you're with Jimin.
Just because you're not with him.
He feels guilty as hell for standing you up.
"That's nice," He says after swallowing, "This sounds weird, but can I meet up with you guys? I want to say goodbye, I need to go somewhere for a little bit."
Your heart twangs at his words, but you respond enthusiastically anyway, "Of c-course!" You tell him the name of the restaurant, then you two hang up.
Jimin looks at you curiously.
You bite your lip, "He n-needs to leave, s-so he's stopping by to say g-goodbye."
"Oh," Jimin watches your smile drop more as you pick at your food.
It doesn't take long for Jungkook to show up.
Jimin sees him first since he's facing the door of the restaurant, so he waves him over.
Jungkook makes his way to the table, his heart stuttering in his chest when you turn and see him, your whole face lighting up.
You're dressed in a loose beige pencil skirt, a long-sleeved white button-down, and a beige sweater over it.
Jungkook smiles when you make eye contact.
"Hey," He says as he comes up to the table.
"Hello!" Jimin says kindly.
Jungkook smiles at him, "Hi, Jimin. Thanks for taking her out," Then he turns to you, "I'm really sorry, ____."
You wave him off, "D-Don't be s-silly, we'll d-do a raincheck."
He nods, "Alright."
Jimin gestures at Jungkook's dark outfit, the cap and all being black.
"What are you doing? Gathering reconaissance for the Queen of England?"
Jungkook chuckles, "I wish. Nah, just need to do laundry, this is all I had."
You giggle at that, warming his heart.
"____, can I talk to you outside for a minute?"
You nod and tell Jimin you'll be back in a minute.
Jungkook and Jimin bid their goodbyes before you follow Jungkook outside.
You two stand to the side so as not to stop the sidewalk traffic.
You look at him with huge, worried eyes, "Are y-you okay?"
Jungkook nods after a second, "I'm fine, I just need to do something in Incheon for my mom."
You nod in understanding, "How l-long will you b-be gone?"
"About a week," Jungkook says solemnly.
You frown, "Oh... do y-you need me to t-t-take care of Yin?"
He smiles softly at you, you're always thinking of others, "Thank you, but Hoseok is actually going to take care of him for me, I already asked him."
You smile, "Ok."
You two stand there in comfortable silence for a minute, just gazing at each other.
Eventually, your butterflies get too intense and you need to look away.
Jungkook chuckles softly, then you feel his hand slipping into yours and you look back at him.
"I'm sorry I keep leaving," He says with a frown.
You shake your head but Jungkook speaks up before you can, "No, I really am. There is a reason for me to apologize, as much as you want to say there isn't. You're always thinking of others before yourself and I feel like I'm constantly letting you down, and I'm sorry about that."
Your small smile makes his heart feel tight, "I understand th-that you're b-busy."
He wants to tell you.
He wants to tell you everything.
But he can't.
Jungkook sighs then glances at his phone to see the time.
"I should be going, I need to drive to Incheon tonight."
You nod, smiling at him.
Jungkook leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, "Call me if anything at all happens, no matter what it is, and please stay around Jimin as much as you can. I'll see you soon, okay?"
You take him by surprise when you wrap your arms around him and hug him swiftly before pulling away.
"Ok," You say cutely.
He wants to kiss you.
But he doesn't let himself.
He takes a step back, then gestures for you to go back inside.
You wave to him cutely as you walk back in.
You keep turning around and waving at him, even when you're in the restaurant and can only see him through the window.
He smiles and waves back until you sit down with Jimin again.
Then he turns and forces himself to make his way back to his car.
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Jungkook sighs as he speeds up, his hands gripping the wheel tightly.
He hates leaving you.
He already hates leaving you, but now with the seizures and him not knowing who placed the hit on you and what the hell they're doing, his anxiety has tripled.
Maybe Namjoon can help...
Jungkook feels a lift in his chest as the idea comes to him.
Namjoon can track anyone.
Why the fuck didn't he think of this earlier??
Hell!
He'll just call Namjoon when he gets to the hotel and ask him to help him.
Jungkook has so many plans and ideas and worries running through his brain that he's surprised he's even been able to concentrate on driving at all.
But he makes it to the hotel safely regardless.
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Once he's inside his room, Jungkook drops his backpack on the floor by the door and grabs the folder out of it, tossing it on his bed before dialing Namjoon.
It rings a few times, then Jungkook hears a deep voice answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Hyung."
"Jungkook, how did it go?"
"It went well, I've got the info and I'm in Incheon already."
"Damn, you're ready to go."
"Yeah well, I want it over with... Anyway, I have a favor to ask."
He hears people talking on the other side of the phone, so he knows Namjoon must not be alone.
"Sure, what can I help with?"
Jungkook nibbles on his lower lip, "I need you to find someone for me."
"I can do that."
The confidence oozing off of the older hitman is reassuring.
"I need you to find an anonymous client-"
"Hold up, kid-" Namjoon interrupts him, "Hey, shut the hell up! I'm on the fucking phone, dimwits!"
Jungkook hears a deep sigh before Namjoon is back on the line, "Sorry, say that again?"
"I need you to find an anon-"
"Hold on-"
Jungkook hears more yelling before Namjoon gets back on, "Sorry kid, but I've gotta go. Can this wait?"
"Not really-"
"Well, it's gonna have to. Call me next week, okay? I've got stuff to figure out over here."
Jungkook sighs, "Hyung, I can't afford to wait until next we-"
"Well, I don't know what to tell you. Look, I've got to go, good luck with the hit and call me next week, k? Bye, kid."
The line cuts before Jungkook can utter another word.
He growls and tosses his phone on the bed.
Damn it.
Well, at least he has somewhat of a plan.
That's more than he's had this entire fucking time.
Jungkook flops onto his bed, closing his eyes.
A few moments later, his eyes pop open and he looks over at the folder.
He snatches it and opens it up.
Sang Do Yoon, 41 years old.
Living in Incheon, South Korea.
Jungkook looks at the pictures of the bastard, his blood boiling.
The fucker is living his life without a care in the world, like he didn't ruin someone's life and take another.
Jungkook stares at the ceiling of the hotel room.
"I want you to make him suffer."
"I can do that."
He sighs and sits up, stretching his aching limbs.
Shit, he's exhausted.
Jungkook strips down to his boxers, then he turns out the light and crawls under the covers.
He lays in the darkness for a bit, his mind turning over all the plans.
He's never going to get to sleep with his brain going around and around like this.
When he finally closes his eyes, he sees your face.
A small smile graces his features as he breathes deeply, your adorable face penetrating every worry in his mind.
You giggle at something then you take his hand and lead him somewhere.
Jungkook doesn't even realize that he's dreaming.
It feels so lifelike.
You pull him along behind you, laughing and calling him a slowpoke.
Then you flop onto your back in a field of flowers that you led him to.
Jungkook lies next to you, looking up at the sky as he feels the warm sun on his skin, the breeze tickling his cheeks, the grass a soft touch under him.
You're holding his hand, a familiar soft feeling.
Jungkook turns his head, and he sees you smiling at him, your eyes squinted and nose scrunched up.
Wait.
He sees you...?
He sees you.
Jungkook jolts up in bed, his breath caught in his throat.
He coughs for a second, trying to get a breath in.
The light streaming through the window makes him squint.
Shit.
He doesn't remember falling asleep.
Jungkook drops his head in his hands tiredly, then the dream comes rushing back into his brain.
It was you.��
It was you the whole time.
When he couldn't see you.
You both had the same dream.
It really was you.
Jungkook swallows thickly, not quite sure what to do with this information.
He drops his head back into his hands and groans.
This is too much.
It's all too much.
He was never supposed to fall for you.
He never wanted to fall for you in the beginning.
He promised he wouldn't.
You're too good for him.
Jungkook sighs shakily, knowing that he's too far in it to get out now.
Not that he wants out.
He's too selfish to get out now.
Then his mind takes a different turn.
Why did you tell him not to fall for you?
Why did you say that?
Was it because you feel like you don't deserve him?
That thought alone is preposterous.
He's the one that doesn't deserve you.
But why would you say that when you didn't know him that well at the time anyway?
Hm.
Jungkook rubs at his eyes.
He needs to concentrate.
Focus on the hit so he can get back to you as soon as possible.
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The week feels like it crawls by for all of you.
You're just going to work and avoiding Mr. Baek as much as you can. He hasn't approached you since that day that Jungkook stopped him, but he still gives you nasty looks when you make eye contact.
Jimin is doing his delivery job alongside working on an article, so he's pretty busy most of the time too.
Jungkook spends the week tracking the target and devising the perfect plan based on his findings.
He should be done with this by Friday, back in Seoul late Friday night.
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Jungkook lays on his bed, staring into the darkness as he contemplates whether he ought to call you or not.
He can't sleep and it's driving him crazy.
He's always had a hard time sleeping the day before a hit, and he never eats right before one either.
It's weird.
Jungkook shifts onto his left side with a heavy sigh.
Fuck it.
He rolls over to grab his phone off the nightstand.
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Jungkook: Hey, are you awake?
You smile at the text as you're curled up on the couch, the covers pulled up to your chin.
yes i am! can i call you?
Jungkook: Yes :)
Your smile grows and you press the button to call him.
You feel like you haven't spoken to him in forever.
The two of you have texted a few times, just asking how the other was doing, but you were both so busy that you never really had time for a real conversation.
"Hello?"
His deep tired voice makes your knees weak.
Good thing you're laying down.
"H-Hi," You whisper, not wanting to wake up Jimin, even though he's all the way upstairs.
Jungkook smiles at the sound of your voice, "How was your day?"
"Pr-Pretty okay, m-me and the k-kids learned a new nu-nursery rhyme."
"Sounds like fun," Jungkook says genuinely, "Maybe you can teach it to me sometime."
You laugh lightly at that, "Yeah, th-that would be f-f-fun."
Jungkook hums.
"W-What did you d-do today?" You ask.
"Not much, really. Just walked around a bit. I should be coming home tomorrow night if everything works out."
"Ohh, yay," You whisper, making his heart melt.
"Can I see you on Saturday?" Jungkook asks tentatively.
"I w-would love it."
"Alright, then it's settled."
"Yay," You cheer quietly.
Jungkook chuckles, "You're cute."
"No," You say shyly, "I'm n-not."
"You really are though."
You touch a hand to your warm cheek, "Th-Thank you," You whisper, barely audible.
He smiles, "Anytime."
It's silent for a minute, then you hear Jungkook sigh.
"I can't sleep," He confesses.
"Aw," You frown, "Is th-there any way I can h-help you?"
"Mm, sing to me," Jungkook suggests.
"Ohhh, no. N-No, I can't s-sing," You say quickly.
Jungkook chuckles, "I doubt that, but I won't push you."
"Anyth-thing else I can d-do?"
"Tell me a story?" He whispers.
You smile, "Now th-that, I can do."
Jungkook gets into a comfortable position as you let him know that you're going to tell him one of your favorite stories. Then he puts you on speakerphone and sets the phone next to his head.
"Ok, I'm ready," You hear him say softly.
You start telling him the story of the Velveteen Rabbit, one of your absolute favorites that your mother used to read to you when you were little.
You ask him if he's ever heard it before and he says he hasn't.
He doesn't mention that his mother was never really able to get books to read to him when he was small. She was too sick, for as long as he can remember.
Most of the stories he heard in his childhood were told to him by Tae when they would sneak away from his father and run away to the field. He would retell them to himself whenever he was locked in the wardrobe and was having a hard time pretending to be a butterfly.
As you tell the story, Jungkook feels like he can relate to this little stuffed bunny, a lot.
A little way through, you hear Jungkook mumble tiredly, "This story is so sad."
You smile, "Don't w-worry, w-wait till the end."
He tries to, he really does.
But your voice lulls him into a deeper sleep than he's had for a while.
He doesn't hear the end.
He falls asleep wondering if the Velveteen Rabbit ever got his happy ending.
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"Oh!"
Jimin jumps at your exclamation of surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, n-nothing," You say, then you hold up your phone to show him a text, "M-Mina says she's c-coming back today!"
"Mina?...Oh!" Jimin's eyes widen in realization, "She was your best friend in high school wasn't she?"
You nod happily.
"So, you're still best friends?"
You nod again, but freeze when Jimin pouts.
"W-What's wrong?"
"I thought I was your best friend, darn it."
You laugh, "J-Jimin, you are m-my best friend! I c-can have more th-than one best friend!"
Jimin shrugs pettily, making you laugh at his silly antics.
"Well, either way. Is she wanting to hang out?"
You look at the text that just comes in, "Y-Yeah, she wants to-to take me t-to get coffee."
Jimin crosses his arms, "Well, ok. Leave me, then."
You frown, "J-Jimin-"
He immediately backpedals when he sees your teary eyes.
"Whoa, wait, no. I was kidding, ____! I was kidding!"
Your lips tremble and Jimin squishes your face, "Don't be sad, I was joking around. I have something to do today anyway. I'm meeting with someone to get some information on the article."
You finally stop pouting, much to his relief.
You wipe at your eyes, "Oh, w-well I hope you get s-something good."
Jimin laughs, "Me too. When is she going to come get you?"
You ask her and, in a few moments, you get a reply.
"In a-about half an h-hour."
"Oh that's perfect, that's when I need to leave for my meeting anyway. Let's get ready to go."
Jimin goes upstairs and you go to the downstairs bathroom to get ready.
Half an hour later, Mina texts you that she's outside; you gave her Jimin's address like he told you to.
Jimin walks out with you as he's leaving.
He waves at Mina, who smiles and waves back from inside her car.
You say goodbye to Jimin before hopping into Mina's car.
"Hey, girl!" Mina exclaims, "I've missed you!"
"I m-missed you t-too!"
She reaches over the console to hug you tightly, "So, why have you been staying at Jimin's?" She asks as she pulls away from the condo.
"Oh just- I d-didn't f-feel safe at home..."
Mina looks at you in confusion, "Why not? Did something happen?"
"N-Not really, just- anxiety...?"
Mina nods but doesn't look too convinced, "Ok, well I'm home now! I can stay with you at your place if you'd like?"
"M-Maybe."
You pull out your phone and send a quick text to Jungkook as Mina makes a right turn.
mina is home. she said she can stay with me at home...
Then you slip your phone into your pocket as you and Mina start catching up.
"So, is Jungkook still in the picture, or is it Jimin now?" She asks, wiggling her brows, "I was shocked when you told me you were staying at his place!"
You laugh nervously, "Y-Yeah, Jimin and I are j-just friends."
"Bummer," Mina pouts.
You sigh and look out the window.
Not long after, Mina parks on the side of the street so you two can walk to the coffee shop.
Mina orders a cappuccino, and you get a mocha frappe. Grabbing your drinks, you walk over to a table and take a seat.
It's awkward for a minute while you sip your drinks, then you set your cup down and look at Mina, "So, w-where did y-you go?"
Mina sets her own cup down, "I went to help a friend in Daegu."
"Oh."
Mina never said anything about having other friends besides you, but you guess that was your fault for assuming.
"What have you been up to while I was gone?"
"N-Nothing really, I st-started work again."
"Oh yeah, how is that?"
"Good."
Mina looks around the cafe.
There's an awkward silence between the two of you and you hate it.
What happened between you?
When did it become like this?
"You never answered my previous question."
"Hm? W-What was it?"
"Is Jungkook still in the picture?"
You hesitate, then you nod, watching her reaction.
But she doesn't flinch.
"Uhm, y-yeah he's uh- he's st-still in the picture."
"I figured," She takes a sip, "I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry for being a brat when it comes to him. I just didn't want him to hurt you."
You smile sadly, "He w-won't hurt me-"
"How can you say that when he's supposed t-"
You watch her as she clamps her mouth shut.
What is she saying?
"W-What?"
"I meant- how can you say that when he's already hurt you?"
"I've h-hurt him too. W-We made up, M-Mina, we're only human."
She nods, not looking you in the eye as she takes another drink.
"You're b-being weird," You say quietly.
Mina finally looks you in the eye, "Sorry, there's just been a lot on my mind lately."
"Wanna t-talk about it?"
She shakes her head, "I'm fine, really."
"Ok."
Mina asks you about the kids, so you talk about that for a while.
Then you suddenly have to pee, so you excuse yourself and go to the bathroom.
Mina sips her coffee as she looks around the shop.
Then her eyes land on your cellphone.
You must have forgotten it.
She hesitates for only a second, then she reaches over and snatches it.
She unlocks it easily since you both always share your passwords with each other.
A message from Jungkook pops up.
Her eyes narrow and she clicks on it.
Jungkook: I think you should stay at Jimin's, ____.
Jungkook: Just until I can figure stuff out :)
Her eyes narrow further, and she holds her finger on the message until an option comes up to copy it or delete it.
She deletes both of his messages, then she goes through a few more things before locking your phone and setting it back where it was.
A few minutes later, you come out from the bathroom, skipping and bouncing your way to the table. You immediately grab your phone and look at it.
Mina holds her breath when you frown.
"What's wrong?"
You look up at her, "Oh, n-nothing. I was just exp-pecting a text."
She bites her lip and nods, "Well, have you decided?"
You cock your head, "D-Decided what?"
"I can stay with you at home, I really don't mind."
"Oh...I-"
"Please, ____? I've missed you a lot," Mina frowns, "I really wanted to spend time with you."
It's silent for a moment, then she sighs, "Ok, stay at Jimin's, I just thought you wanted to have girl time too-"
"N-No, I do!"
You wring your hands under the table.
Why hasn't Jungkook answered you?
If you have Mina with you, maybe you'll be okay?
Mina looks at you sadly, making you crumble inside.
You've always been weak when it comes to peer pressure. You can never say no, it makes you ill with guilt.
And she knows that.
"Ok," You say weakly.
Mina brightens instantly, "Cool! When are you coming home then?"
"Uhm...I'll c-come back on Su-Sunday."
"Sounds good to me!"
You look down at your mocha frappe, watching the whipped cream slowly melt as your tummy turns.
Why won't you answer, Jungkook?
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Jungkook sighs and tosses his phone to the side.
Of course she’s back, and of course she's trying to get you to go home.
At least you reached out to him, and you know it isn't a good idea to go home right now.
He never thought he'd think this, but he's grateful for Jimin.
He can't wait to be done with this hit so he can go back to you. He misses your touch, he's missed it since you walked back into that restaurant earlier this week.
Shit, he's down hard.
He's never felt like this and it's honestly scary.
Every time he closes his eyes to sleep, you're there in his mind.
It seems like every other thought in his brain is about you.
Are you okay?
Did you have a good day?
Are you sleeping well?
Did you eat today?
How is work treating you?
Did you get to smile and laugh today?
His brain is constantly filled with you.
And honestly, he's not mad at it.
That's the scary part.
Jungkook rubs his eyes tiredly.
Just one more day, Jungkook.
Then you need to find out who is behind all this.
-
Night has finally fallen as Jungkook gets dressed in his standard black pants, shirt, jacket, cap, and mask. He counts the bullets in his gun, then he makes sure it's on safety before putting it in the holster at the back of his pants. He walks over to his backpack and pulls out a small vial, holding it up and looking at it.
He slips it into his pocket.
One and done, Jungkook.
In and out.
She needs you to do this.
It'll pay for the next two treatments.
Jungkook sighs as an image of you flashes in his mind and he can't help but wonder what you would think of him if you knew who he was.
Who he is.
Jungkook shakes his head to clear it, then he grabs his car keys and heads out.
-
It isn't too long of a drive from the hotel, maybe about fifteen minutes.
Just enough time for him to hype himself up.
Jungkook parks in a secluded area, then he hops out and heads toward the building.
He punches in the number quickly, opening the gate and slipping in.
He makes his way to the main doors, walking in like he owns the place and finding the elevator easily. He already tracked him throughout the entire week, he's got this whole place mapped out in his head.
Jungkook goes to the tenth floor, bowing to an old woman that hobbles past him as he makes his way to the end of the hall.
An electronic keypad on the side of the door blinks with a blue light.
2227777827773
He presses in the numbers, and the light turns green as a click sounds.
Jungkook presses on the door, and it swings open silently before he steps inside.
He shuts the door behind him and listens to the lock click in place as a smirk spreads on his face.
The sound of the TV drowns out his footsteps as he walks through the apartment.
Jungkook turns the corner to the living area and sees a man sitting there, watching the news, his back turned to him.
He scoffs and pulls some surgical gloves on, watching in amusement as the man doesn't hear him at all, the TV too loud for him to hear anything.
When Jungkook has the gloves on, he pulls out his gun and unceremoniously walks in front of the TV, raising the gun to point it at the man's head.
The man freezes, his eyes wide with terror.
"W-Who the hell are you?"
"I want you to leave that TV on, stand the fuck up, and go to the room."
Mr. Sang doesn't even fight it, he just stands up and slowly moves to the bedroom as Jungkook follows closely behind, his gun pressed to the man's back.
When he stops for a second, Jungkook jabs him in the back with the gun and snaps, "Move."
They make it to the room and Jungkook tells him to sit in the chair by his bed.
He does so.
"Who are you and what do you want?" The man tries again.
Jungkook scoffs, "Who am I? I'm your worst fucking nightmare, asshole."
The man furrows his brows in confusion, "If it's money you want, you can have it. I'll give you the code to my safe-"
"I don't want your fucking money," Jungkook spits.
"What do you want then?"
"I want the money someone is going to give me for your murder."
The man's eyes widen as Jungkook chuckles darkly.
"W-What?" His voice shakes uncontrollably.
Jungkook twirls the gun around, looking at it like it's a piece of art.
"So, how do you want to go? A shot to the head? Maybe you want to be stabbed to death? I wonder if you have anything in this apartment I could bash your fucking skull in with."
The man is shaking now as Jungkook looks back at him, insanity glazing the young hitman's eyes.
"Mm, no. I think that's all too easy. You don't deserve to go so quickly, do you?"
"I don't understand," His voice trembles, "What did I do? Why would someone want to kill me?"
"Think," Jungkook whispers, "Think really fucking hard."
It's silent for a minute, then Jungkook steps forward, his eyes darkening.
"Does the name Aera ring a bell?"
The man shakes his head, "N-No, I don't know who that is."
Jungkook barks out a laugh, "Wrong answer. You just made me even angrier, you fucking bastard," He steps forward and presses the gun to Mr. Sang's forehead.
"So, you're telling me that you just go around and rape and kill enough girls to forget all of their names?"
Something flashes in the man's eyes.
Recognition.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do," He presses the gun harder, making the man grunt.
"Are you going to kill me or not?" He glares at Jungkook.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fucking kill you. But not like this."
Jungkook steps back and pulls the vial out of his pocket, dangling it in front of the terrified man's face. Then he grabs the man's hand and forces the vial into it.
"Drink it," He whispers.
The man shakes his head.
Jungkook chuckles, "I didn't think you'd do it so easily," He snatches the vial back.
Then he slips the gun into his holster before grabbing the man's face, pinching his cheeks harshly.
"You're going to fucking drink this and you're going to suffer, just like those girls did."
"Mmfmam."
"Huh? What was that?" Jungkook pinches harder.
"Mmmfh!"
Jungkook smiles darkly, "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to think back and see if you can remember the faces of those you hurt. This will take quite a bit to work, so we've got a while."
The man's eyes widen more as Jungkook pries his mouth open.
"Drink up, fucker."
-
Jungkook drops Sang's limp body onto the couch, arranging him so that it looks like he was watching the news when he went into cardiac arrest.
That's all it will look like.
Then he steps back and observes the body of his newest hit.
Suddenly, Jungkook hears your voice in his head, telling the story of the Velveteen Rabbit, and he wonders once more if the stuffed bunny got a happy ending.
Jungkook swallows, his eyes locked on the dead man in front of him.
Then images of the hundreds of hits he's done go flashing through his brain as his breath catches in his throat.
Will I ever get a happy ending?
Do I deserve one?
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"How did it go?"
"G-Good," You mumble.
Jimin gives you a funny look but lets it go for now. Maybe you'll talk about it later.
"Sorry, I'm j-just tired," You say quietly.
Jimin nods, "I get that. I am too... Are you hungry?"
You nod with a tired smile on your face.
"Me too, should we order something?"
"Y-Yes!"
-
You and Jimin stuff your faces with jjajangmyeon as you both cry over the end of a drama you both have been binge-watching since you've been here.
"I can't believe they pulled that shit," Jimin howls, wiping his eyes.
"Th-That was so m-mean!" You sob into your hands.
It takes a while, but eventually, the two of you are lying on each side of the couch, numb and tear stained.
You sniffle, "I w-want ice cream."
Jimin nods, wiping his nose, "We have some chocolate, that work?"
You nod and Jimin hurries to the kitchen to get you both a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
"Th-Thank you," You say when he hands you yours.
Jimin sits next to you and shovels it into his mouth, "That was seriously messed up."
"I know," You sniffle again, "S-So unc-called for."
After a few moments of talking about it, you and Jimin burst into tears again.
Now you're both sobbing as you continue to stuff your mouths with ice cream.
Then your phone ringing rips through the sounds of your torment.
You grab it and see Jungkook's name on the screen.
"H-H-Hello?"
"____? Why on earth are you crying?"
"S-S-S-Sad dr-drama," You sob, trying to hold it together.
Jungkook tsks, "Why do you girls do that to yourselves?"
"J-Jimin did it too!" You say accusingly.
Jungkook laughs, "You're silly."
Another sob rips from your throat when you think about the ending again.
Jungkook bites back another laugh, "I'm sorry you're sad, bad endings are the worst."
"It's ok-okay," You say tearfully, "Are y-you okay?"
"I'm alright, sorry for calling so late. I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be on the way home in a minute."
"Oh, yay," You say in a tiny voice, wiping your tears, "Dr-Drive safe, okay?"
"I will," Jungkook says fondly, "I'll let you go cry with Jimin, ok? I'm gonna start driving. Call me if anything happens, alright?"
"I wi-will."
You both hang up then you look over at Jimin to see him staring at the TV, his lips trembling.
He turns to look at you, his eyes brimming with tears.
That's enough to get you both sobbing hysterically again.
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Jungkook gives the front desk his keycard, then thanks them as he makes his way out.
He gets in the car, tossing his backpack into the passenger seat and buckling up.
Then he's on his way.
-
He doesn't play any music on the way back, wanting to be sure he can hear the phone if you call him.
It's a very uneventful forty-five minutes back to Seoul and Jungkook is exhausted by the time he gets back.
He drags himself up the stairs, wondering to himself if he ought to get Yin from Hoseok's apartment now, or if he should get him tomorrow. He isn't sure if his neighbor is up right now.
Jungkook decides to text him that he's home, if he doesn't see it until tomorrow, then that's fine.
He unlocks his door and stumbles into his apartment, exhaustion sweeping over him.
It's been a long fucking week.
As Jungkook is pulling his shoes off, there's a knock on the door.
He turns and opens the door to see Hoseok smiling brightly with Yin in his arms.
"Hey, I got your text."
"I didn't wake you, did I?" Jungkook asks as Hoseok hands him the small black cat.
Hoseok shakes his head, "Nope! Sana, Yin, and I were up late watching a movie."
Jungkook smiles as Yin sniffs his face and meows like crazy.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your movie. Thank you for watching him for me."
Hoseok nods, "Anytime! We love the Lil guy, he's welcome to stay with us whenever."
They say goodnight and Jungkook shuts the door as Hoseok goes back to his apartment.
"mew!"
"I missed you too, buddy," Jungkook pets Yin's head before setting him down, "Let's go to bed, I'm fucking worn out."
As if understanding his words, Yin runs to the bed and hops up on it as Jungkook strips and climbs into bed, sighing tiredly.
He's out like a light before he even has a chance to mentally go through the day.
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"Do you think I care what happens to you?"
Jungkook shakes his head, flinching when his father raises his hand.
Mr. Jeon laughs at the boy's gut reaction.
"That's right, I don't give a fuck. Why am I pissed then?" He asks calmly, which is almost more terrifying.
Jungkook doesn't answer right away, unsure what to say.
That was a mistake.
He gets a rough slap, causing him to shrink back more.
"Answer me...why the fuck am I pissed that you were out after dark?"
Jungkook holds his stinging cheek, "Uhm, because- b-because Mrs. Ch-Cheng brought me home?"
The big man raises his hand again and Jungkook flinches.
"Be more specific."
"It m-made you l-l-look bad?"
Jungkook winces when his father grabs a handful of his hair and yanks, "That's fucking right, boy. Next time you decide to sneak off and play with that fucking Taehyung kid and stay out till dark, you better fucking hope you get killed by a stranger. It'll be more pleasant than what I have planned for you."
Jungkook nods fearfully, holding back a sob when his hair is released and he's pushed to the ground.
"How old are you turning tomorrow?"
Jungkook's stomach turns at the question.
He knows what's coming.
"Eight."
*Slap!*
Tears spring to his eyes as he tries to think of what he said wrong.
"Try it again."
Oh.
"Eight, sir."
"Better. And what are we doing tomorrow?"
"Uhm, v-visiting Mama?"
The man chuckles darkly, "Aw, you wish don't you?"
Huh?
But they always visit his mother whenever she has to be at the hospital on his birthday.
His father bursts out in laughter at the look on his son's face, "Your mother has a treatment scheduled for tomorrow. She can't see you until the day after."
Jungkook's heart sinks at not getting to see his mother on his birthday.
"So, you get to be with me all day," He singsongs, crouching to look closer at the boy, "I don't think eight is enough, what do you think? Is that enough after what happened today?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "No, sir."
"Why is that?"
Jungkook swallows, "Because I was bad...sir."
Mr. Jeon stands up and walks over to the wardrobe of the spare room they're in.
The same one Jungkook spends many of his days.
He pulls something out of it and turns back to Jungkook, running the switch through his hand and looking at it like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"Eight for the soon-to-be birthday boy, five more for making me look like a dumbass in front of the neighbor, and three more for your poor responses...how does that sound?"
Jungkook nods, his whole body trembling, "Y-Yes, sir."
A smirk spreads on his father's face.
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Jungkook's eyes open slowly and he groans as he stretches his arms and legs.
"mew!"
He startles at the sound, shooting up to see Yin nowhere in sight.
"Yin?"
The cat jumps up on the bed and looks at Jungkook like he offended him in some way.
That's when Jungkook realizes he must have kicked the cat off the bed when he was stretching.
"Sorry, Yin, sometimes I forget how long my legs are...did I hurt you?"
"meow."
Yin comes over and rubs his head under Jungkook's chin, making the young man laugh, "I'm glad you forgive me."
Jungkook pets his furry little roommate for a few minutes as he wakes up fully.
"Alright, Yin. We need to get up and get some food."
The cat follows him to the kitchen as he gets both of their food ready.
They eat together in silence.
Just as he's finishing up, Jungkook looks at Yin, who is still scarfing down his food, "What do you think I should do for her today?" He asks, chewing thoughtfully.
*cronch* *cronch* *cronch*
Jungkook nods, "Yeah, I can't think of anything either."
He finishes up breakfast, still racking his brain as he washes the dishes.
He's already taken you out for food several times, which is something that you enjoy. But he wants to do something different.
Something really special.
Why?
He has no idea.
Jungkook puts away the last dish, then he leans on the counter and sighs.
Why is this so hard to do?
He's never had to come up with date ideas before now.
Date...
That word makes his stomach feel weird.
No.
Not a date.
A...hangout?
Jungkook smacks a hand to his forehead.
Why is he such a fucking dweeb?
He can't believe you actually like him.
Jungkook sighs deeply.
He knows you really don't care what the two of you do, as long as you're together, and he feels the same way, but he wants it to be special.
Because he doesn't want you to get bored of him...
No.
No, no, no.
He's tired of exposing himself, even to his own self.
Jungkook decides to focus on doing a deep clean of the apartment before you come over, maybe he'll think of something as he cleans.
He starts with the kitchen, cleaning and organizing everything he can get his hands on. It's not like you're going to go through his cupboards and inspect them, but he can't help it.
He's about to move on to the living area when he hears his phone make a sound.
Jungkook grabs it to see a message from you.
(duck emoji): good morning, koo!
His heart does not melt into a little puddle.
No, it doesn't.
Good morning :) did you sleep well after that good cry you had?
It takes a minute for your reply to come through.
(duck emoji) yes haha! slept like a baby.
Good :)
Maybe those dramas you obsess over can come in handy sometimes.
He laughs at your next message as he flops onto his bed.
(duck emoji) you're joking now, but they're actually really cute ;-; and so romantic T-T
That brings a thought to him.
Wait a second.
Maybe he can get an idea from...?
No, no, no! That would be ridiculous.
But...
The internet has to be good for something...
Oh, I bet they are ;) who knows, maybe I'll agree to watch one with you someday.
Jungkook clicks out of the messages and goes to his browser.
Date ideas
A ton of things pop up, overwhelming the poor boy as he scrolls through it all.
He decides to go with the top link, where it has a list of the top ten most romantic date ideas.
That word.
Romantic.
Ick.
He doesn't like it.
But he needs some ideas.
Jungkook clicks on it, waiting for it to load, then immediately cringing when a picture of a couple kissing on a beach in the sunset comes up.
Ick.
He scrolls down to the list.
1: Write each other love letters
Jungkook scrolls right past it.
Starting off real fucking cozy, aren't we?
2: Go out dancing
No.
3: Read each other romance novels
Abso-fucking-loutely not.
4: Go on a picnic
Meh, that's nice, but he needs something really good.
5: Watch a romcom
Please no.
6: Taste some cheese
What the crap. What the hell does that even mean?
Out of pure curiosity, Jungkook decides to read that one's description.
Oh.
It's just about going to some fancy shops and taste testing different fancy cheeses.
Lame.
7: A walk on the beach
Too cliche.
8: Do couple's yoga
Ok, fuck no.
9: Create a new recipe
Wait a minute.
Jungkook stares at that one for a second, his brain turning.
Hmm, that could actually work.
He decides to look at the last one just for the heck of it.
10: Paint on each other
Mmmmm, k that sounds fucking weird as hell.
No thank you.
Jungkook thanks whoever may be listening that there was one good idea, one that he can actually get on board with and he thinks you'll really enjoy it too.
In perfect timing, a message from you pops up just as he's exiting out of the page.
His heart stops for a second, thinking you knew what he was doing.
Ha.
Haha.
Stop being a dweeb.
Jungkook clicks on your message.
(duck emoji): oh my gosh yes ;-; please watch one with me?
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head.
No one would be able to sit his ass down to watch a cheesy romance drama.
Well, no one except you that is.
Jungkook sighs.
Ok, but please don't pick a cringy one.
(duck emoji): deal! by the way, when am i supposed to come over today?
Jungkook thinks for a moment.
Are you okay if I come to get you at like 3?
(duck emoji): yes<3
He smiles, texts you that he'll see you then, then he gets back to work cleaning up.
He tosses the pillow and blanket Tae uses in the wash, having forgotten to earlier this week. He left in such a rush that he didn't really do anything much.
Yin follows him around as he tidies up, but eventually gets bored and goes to sleep on his pillow.
Jungkook smiles fondly at the curled up and sleeping cat for a minute, then he snaps out of it and finishes up the living area.
"Okay, Yin, I need to make the bed."
The cat makes no move to get out of the way.
Jungkook sighs and picks up the pillow with the cat on it, still sleeping peacefully as his owner gently places the pillow on the couch.
He fixes up the bed, then he carries the pillow back and places it on the bed, Yin still fast asleep.
Jungkook stands back to observe his work as a whole.
Hmm.
What's missing?
Ah!
Jungkook grabs an air freshener that's been sitting in the closet for a while now. He kept forgetting to use it.
He plugs it into the wall, then steps back in satisfaction.
Nice.
Then he straightens up the bathroom really quick.
When he's finally done, he looks at the clock and groans when he sees it's only twelve-thirty.
He still has to wait like two and a half hours before getting you...
"Yin."
The cat finally lifts its head to look at him sleepily.
"I'm going to get some lunch, I'll be back in a bit, ok?"
The cat stares at him.
"mew."
Jungkook pulls his shoes on, grabs his keys and wallet, then he's out the door after waving to his little roommate one last time.
"Hey, Jungkook!"
Jungkook turns to see Sana locking Hoseok's door.
"Oh, hi Sana."
She walks next to him as they both head toward the stairs.
"How are you doing?" She asks kindly.
Jungkook shrugs, "I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'm great! I'm actually planning a surprise for Hoseok!"
Jungkook stops short, "Is it his birthday?"
Sana laughs and shakes her head, much to his relief, "No, his birthday is in February. It's coming up on our anniversary though!"
"Oh," Jungkook continues walking next to her, "Congratulations."
"Thank you," She says with a smile, "And how is ____?"
"She's doing alright, thank you. I'm actually going to pick her up a little later."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" Sana practically beams.
She looks kind of like a girl version of Hoseok when she smiles.
"I heard you guys fight the other week, I was really worried."
"Oh."
"Sorry, I don't mean to pry. I'm just happy everything is okay now."
"Yeah, me too."
They reach the bottom of the stairs and Sana claps Jungkook on the shoulder, "I hope you have fun today! Wish me luck, it's always hard to surprise Hoseok, he's too good at figuring stuff out."
Jungkook laughs, "Good luck."
They go their separate ways in the parking lot.
Jungkook buckles up, then realizes that he has no idea where he wants to go for lunch.
Hmm.
He decides to just walk around and find something that way, so he drives to the middle of town and parks, climbing out and taking a look around.
When he doesn't see something right away, he just starts to walk.
As he's walking, he feels a vibration in his back pocket, so he reaches for his phone and pulls it out.
Oh.
The work phone.
He keeps forgetting that he puts it in his pocket.
Every single day, without fail.
Jungkook looks at the text that popped up.
Weird.
He never gets texts on this phone...
He clicks on it.
(???): keep your enemies close, but your friends closer.
What the fuck?
Is this some kind of prank?
The quote isn't even correct.
Jungkook deletes the text, not giving it much thought as he slips the phone back into his pocket.
When he looks up, he sees a small shop to his right.
An art shop.
Paint on each other.
Jungkook reddens at the memory of that silly date idea.
Ridiculous.
He starts walking past the shop, but then an idea flits through his brain and he stops short.
Wait a second...
Jungkook turns and heads back and into the shop, the bell above the door ringing when he steps inside.
"Welcome!"
He sees a girl at the front desk smiling at him.
He bows and makes his way in, looking around for a second before going on a mission to find the paint.
He finds it rather quickly.
A huge array of paint, spaning an entire wall.
All different kinds.
Jungkook's heart soars as he looks at all the colors, blurry memories coming to the surface the longer he looks.
Paint splattering, running around as giggles tumble from his lips, yelling at Tae to sit still so he can draw him, paint fights, drawing competitions between the two of them, gifting the drawings to Tae and his mother-
"Do you need help finding anything?"
Jungkook jumps and turns to see the girl from the front desk smiling at him.
"Oh, no I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
Jungkook raises a brow, "Uh, yeah."
"Ok, just let me know if you need anything."
"Sure."
She turns and walks away, her ponytail bouncing around.
Jungkook sighs in annoyance.
He hates it when strangers approach him.
He turns back to the paint, the memories now hidden well and good again.
Hmm...
What colors should he get?
What was your favorite color again?
Yellow.
Yeah, it was definitely yellow.
Jungkook looks through the different shades of yellow.
There are so many.
He isn't sure which one is your favorite.
He sighs and pulls his phone out, snapping a picture of the yellow shade scale hanging on the wall, then he sends it to you.
Which one is your favorite?
Don't ask why.
While he waits for you to reply, he looks at the other colors.
He grabs a bottle of black paint.
He'll get this one for himself.
*bling*
Jungkook grabs his phone out of his pocket.
(duck emoji): i like the pastel yellow :) third one from the left.
Jungkook smiles.
Perfect.
He grabs the right color yellow, then he starts looking for some canvases.
He finds them easily, looking over all the different sizes as he thinks about which one would work best.
"Need help picking out a canvas?"
Jungkook's face drops when he hears the worker's voice again.
He doesn’t even bother to turn, "No, I'm fine."
"Oh, okay."
He focuses back on the canvases, but he can't concentrate with her lurking right behind him.
She's making him uncomfortable.
Jungkook turns to her, glancing around the store quickly to see an old man looking around cluelessly.
"I think that man could use some help," Jungkook points at him.
She turns, a frown painting her features as she walks away.
Jungkook sighs in relief.
Geez.
Why can't people get a hint?
Jungkook glances over the canvases once more before settling on a 12x12.
Then he starts thinking again.
He goes back to the front to grab a little basket, dumps his stuff in, then hurries back to the paint.
He starts grabbing an assortment of acrylic paints and watercolors, then he moves on to the brushes.
There's a little spark of childish excitement as he picks out the perfect ones.
He gets a few more canvases, then he gets a big sketch pad.
Ok, done.
Jungkook goes to the front, a new lift to his step.
He puts his stuff on the counter.
The girl smiles at him and he gives her a tight-lipped smile back.
"Is this all for you?"
"Yup."
"Alright," She rings him up and he pays quickly before gathering his bags.
"Wait."
He stops when she calls to him.
Urgh.
"Can I have your number?"
Jungkook feels his stomach sink in disappointment.
He was so excited to think this would be his regular art store from now on.
Guess not.
He looks her dead in the eye, "I have a girlfriend."
She shrugs, "And?"
Jungkook turns to fully face her.
"Is that a joke?"
"No, why would it be?"
Jungkook chuckles bitterly, "Yeah, ok. If you haven't noticed, I'm clearly not interested."
She looks offended, but Jungkook just rolls his eyes and walks out.
He decides to just grab some kimbap from a corner store before heading back to his car.
That whole encounter made him feel sick.
Are people really like that these days?
He literally told her he was dating someone and she acted like that didn't matter.
Is this the new normal?
Jungkook shakes his head as he gets in the car, putting his stuff in the passenger seat.
He hopes you wouldn't mind him telling strangers he's dating you...
You wouldn't, would you?
Technically you're not really dating...
But he wants to.
Is it too soon to ask?
Shit, he knows nothing.
His mom never taught him this stuff.
Before he gets the chance to go into a hole of overthinking, Jungkook forces himself not to think about it as he drives home.
-
"I'm home, Yin."
"meow."
The cat immediately comes over and rubs against his ankles, purring cutely.
Jungkook laughs as he takes his shoes off, then brings his bags to the kitchen table. He sits and eats his kimbap quickly, then he starts pulling all his goodies out and spreading them on the table to look over it all.
He grabs all the paint except the bottles of black and your pastel yellow, then puts them in one of the bags and brings them to his closet, putting them up on a shelf.
Next, he grabs the canvases that aren't the 12x12, all but two of the brushes, and the sketchpad.
He puts those on the closet's top-shelf as well.
Now all that's left on the table is his paint, your paint, two brushes, and the 12x12 canvas.
Jungkook's stomach suddenly gets nervous butterflies as he thinks more about what he wanted to do.
What if you think it's silly? Or stupid even.
No, you won't.
He's sure you would like something like this.
Hopefully.
Jungkook looks at the time.
Two o'clock.
Ok, he has a little time before he needs to go and pick you up.
Jungkook walks over to his nightstand and pulls out the little pad of paper he keeps there when he needs to write something down before he forgets it.
He rips out a piece of paper, then grabs a pencil.
"Ok, Yin. Do something cute," He says as he sits at the little dining table.
Yin just stares at him from where he's perched on the corner of his bed.
Then he turns and walks over to the pillow, curling up on it and closing his eyes.
Jungkook nods, "Hm, that's pretty cute."
He shakes his hands, trying to get rid of the nerves.
He hasn't done this in at least nine years.
After hyping himself up for a minute, Jungkook starts to carefully sketch out Yin's body laying on the pillow, curled up like a little cinnamon roll.
It only takes him about five minutes to complete the drawing.
Thankfully, Yin fell asleep, so it didn't get messed up if he moved.
Jungkook holds the drawing out in front of him, examining it.
Hm, not bad...
He flips over the paper and starts drawing something else from memory.
This one takes him a bit longer, but he smiles in satisfaction when it's finally finished.
It came out better than he hoped it would.
He glances at the time to see it's already two-thirty.
"Oh, shit."
Jungkook jumps up and runs to the shower, startling Yin.
He takes the fastest shower known to mankind, then stumbles through his apartment, drying his hair and trying to get dressed as Yin watches him judgementally.
He leaves to get you right on time.
Thank heavens.
-
*ding dong*
Jimin opens the door with a smile on his face, "Hey, Jungkook."
The younger man smiles, "Hey, Jimin."
"Come on in, ____ is just refreshing Pumpkin's water."
Jungkook steps inside just as you come out from the kitchen, carefully holding Pumpkin's dish, trying not to spill the water.
You have a look of pure determination on your face as you gently set it on the ground, giggling as Pumpkin starts lapping it up.
You straighten up and see Jungkook standing there.
"J-Jungkook!"
You're wearing light blue jean shorts, a plain white tee tucked in the waist, and a very light beige sweater cardigan. Not to mention your classic white frilly socks.
So cute.
You run over to him, bouncing in front of him excitedly, "I m-missed you!"
Jungkook's face is instantly red-hot as Jimin laughs.
Jimin walks over to Pumpkin and picks her up, "Come on, baby. Let's give them some privacy."
He brings the cat upstairs, calling to the two of you to have fun with whatever you're doing today.
When the sound of his bedroom door shutting reaches your ears, Jungkook finally breaks and pulls you into a hug, taking you by surprise.
"I missed you too, ____."
You laugh at how shy he gets around Jimin, but hold back on making fun of him. Instead, you squeeze him tightly, "I'm s-so happy you're back."
"So am I," Jungkook pulls back and smiles at you, brushing your messy hair from your face.
The fact that you got all dressed up but forgot to brush your hair makes his heart ache.
You're too precious for this world.
You give him a toothy grin, making him chuckle as he runs his thumb along your cheek.
"You ready to go?"
"Mhm! J-Just let me get m-my shoes."
Jungkook lets you go so you can pull on your signature chunky white tennis shoes. He notices that you've still kept it tied the way he did it for you, so you can easily slip them on and off.
So freaking cute.
"Okie, re-ready!" You singsong, grabbing your purse and following Jungkook to the car.
Once you're both in and buckled, you turn to Jungkook.
"W-Where are we g-going first?"
"Well, we need to stop at the grocery store for what I had planned. I wanted it to all be a surprise, but I can't really do that," He laughs nervously.
"What's y-your idea?" You ask, your eyes shining.
"Well I- I know you wanted to learn how to cook...I thought maybe we could make a new recipe together."
"A n-n-new recipe??"
He nods slowly.
You squeal and start clapping, "Th-That sounds like s-so much fun! Sh-Should we make something sw-sweet or salty?"
"Well, let's look through some stuff now."
Jungkook pulls out his phone and you lean over, your head close to his as he scrolls through a bunch of different recipes.
"Are you feeling salty or sweet today?" Jungkook asks.
"Mmm, s-sweet."
Jungkook smiles, of course, you want something sweet.
"Alright," Jungkook clicks on a list of sweet treats and the two of you scan through it.
Then you gasp when he passes by one.
"Ohhhhh! W-We should make m-mochi!"
Jungkook looks at the mochi on the screen then at you, "I've never made mochi before, that could be really fun."
It's decided.
On the way to the store, you two try to decide what kind of mochi you'll make, but you can't think of anything, so you decide you'll just look around at the store and maybe something will come to you.
-
"What about peaches?"
You look up from looking over everything in the cart to see Jungkook looking at a punch of big pink peaches.
You two have already gathered everything else you'll need, but you were still trying to figure out what flavor to make it.
You walk over and poke at a peach, "I l-love peaches, bu-but how could we do it?"
Jungkook thinks for a second, then he picks up a peach and looks at it, "We could dice it, maybe boil it down with some water and sugar and make a peach filling...? Maybe? I don't maybe that's a stupid idea..."
Your eyes light up.
"Th-That's a great idea!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! C-Come on, get th-those peaches in the cart," You snag some as Jungkook chuckles.
-
"Well, h-hello Yin!"
"meow!"
You set the bags you're carrying on the counter, then bend down to pet the small cat, "Y-You are just th-the cutest, aren't you?"
Jungkook smiles as he watches you pet Yin.
He sets his own bags on the counter and starts pulling the groceries out of it.
You straighten up and move to start helping him.
"it sm-smells good in here," You say as you take the sugar out of the bag.
"Oh, thanks," Jungkook says quietly.
When you're finally all set up, you turn to Jungkook.
"So, h-how do we st-start?"
"Uhm, I guess we should start with the filling? So it can set in the fridge."
The two of you get started right away, measuring and dumping and sprinkling and stirring.
Every once in a while, you and Jungkook bump into one another as you move throughout the tiny kitchen.
You both apologize quietly every time it happens before going on with your task, acting like a couple of awkward teenagers.
Jungkook looks up how to make mochi and it seems quite simple, but it ends up being a lot more complicated than you both thought.
"Oh shit, I added too much rice flour..."
"Is that...wait what is that?"
"How high w-was the heat s-s-supposed to be?"
"Just keep stirring it and smooshing it around."
"Th-That sounds funny."
Jungkook laughs at the look on your face as you concentrate on folding the mochi in the pan as it starts coming together.
You're so concentrated yet you're making silly jokes.
"How is th-this?" You ask, poking at the mochi.
"Perfect," Jungkook helps you take the mostly cooled mochi out of the pan and put it on the countertop where you already sprinkled some corn starch.
"Now we just knead it like dough, do you want to do that or should I?"
"C-Can I give it a tr-try?" You ask.
Jungkook nods, "Of course."
He steps to the side to let you stand in front of the light pink dough.
You reach a finger out and poke it gently, laughing when you feel how squishy it is.
Jungkook smiles at your reaction, watching as you start to smoosh the dough with your hands.
"Knead l-like bread?"
Jungkook nods.
"I n-never kneaded br-bread before," You whisper, your hands smooshing the mochi around like it's a bunch of playdough.
Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh.
"Do you need help?"
You nod with a pout, and you're about to step away so he can take over, when you feel him press into your back, his arms wrapping around to place his hands on yours.
"Is this okay?" He asks.
You nod slowly, your brain short-circuiting.
"First, let's roll your sleeves up," He says sweetly as he rolls up the sleeves of your sweater all the way to your elbows, "Don't want cornstarch getting on your cute clothes."
You will the blush on your cheeks to go away.
It does anything but.
Jungkook places his hands over yours again and brings your hands to the dough, starting to help you gently knead it.
"Oh," You say in a small voice, "L-Like this."
"Mhm."
You bite your lip harshly, trying to focus on the pain instead of his warm hands covering yours.
The mochi starts to really come together after a few minutes and you smile at the cute pink squishy dough.
"W-Where did you l-learn to cook?" You ask quietly.
"Taehyung taught me," Jungkook replies softly, "Kind of throughout our entire lives."
You hum, "It s-sounds like you two are the best of fr-friends. I hope I c-can officially meet him someday."
Jungkook swallows thickly, "Yeah, me too."
He lets go of your hands and smiles proudly at the dough.
You turn in his arms to smile at him.
"It l-looks great, Kook."
He nods, his eyes scrunching up as he looks down at you, "I agree, great teamwork."
He holds his hand out to you and you give him a high five.
When he steps back, you instantly miss his warmth, but you say nothing.
"Alright, I'll get the filling out," Jungkook moves to the fridge to get the peach compote you two made.
You roll individual balls of mochi and fill them with the deliciously sweet peaches before rolling them up and plating them.
By the time you're done, you feel like crying from joy at how adorable they are.
It was a lot of work, but every second was worth it.
"Should we taste them?" Jungkook asks, his eyes shining with a childlike light.
One you've never seen in him before.
You nod happily and grab two of them, handing one to him and taking a bite out of yours.
Jungkook takes a bite out of his too.
You both look at each other at the same time, your eyes wide.
"Why are these so good?" Jungkook asks as he takes another bite.
You stuff the rest of the mochi into your mouth, "I d-don't know, but I c-could eat them all!"
Jungkook smiles at your stuffed cheeks, resisting the urge to reach out and poke one of them.
-
You and Jungkook have had your fill of mochi, and now you're both lying on the couch in a sugar coma.
Jungkook sits on one side of the couch, his legs manspreading, one of them bent and up on the couch and the other off of it.
Both of your legs are stretched out in front of you, one of your socked feet is lying on top of Jungkook's bent leg.
This position is so familiar, you think.
Then you remember.
You guys had been in practically the same position when you cried to Jungkook that you were tainted and he ended up kissing your breath away.
Was that...making out?
You aren't sure.
Jimin acted like it was, but then he told you it technically wasn't, because there wasn't...tongue...involved.
The thought makes your cheeks burn as you look up at Jungkook who is scrolling on his phone lazily.
You look back down at your phone.
You and Jungkook were supposed to be looking at restaurants that delivered and sounded good for dinner so you could get out of your sugar-induced coma.
Now you're distracted.
You glance up at Jungkook again as the memory of him kissing you, hovering over you, and causing a foreign heat to build in your tummy, comes to mind.
Jungkook glances up from his phone to catch you staring at him.
He smiles softly, "You okay?"
No.
Absolutely not.
"Y-Yeah."
Jungkook sets his phone on his chest so that he can put all of his attention on you.
"Find anything that sounds good?"
You shake your head.
"Really?" A shapely brow arches, "I found quite a few places. Want me to read them to you?"
You nod dumbly.
Jungkook picks up his phone again and starts reading off the restaurants he found.
Honestly, they all sound good.
But your brain is so confused right now that you can't make a decision.
"Uh, s-sorry, what?" You ask when he gives you a funny look and you realize he asked you a question.
"I asked if any of those sounded yummy to you," Jungkook smiles knowingly.
Your eyes are fixated on his lips.
"You s-sound yummy."
Jungkook's eyes widen and you snap out of it, your eyes tearing away from his lips and shooting up to his shocked gaze.
"Huh?"
"You...w-what?"
Your throat closes as a blush creeps up your neck and blossoms into your cheeks.
"I m-meant th-they all s-s-s-s-sound yummy!" You practically yell, trying to backtrack as quickly as possible.
Yin jumps up on the couch, curious about all the commotion. He balances on your leg and walks up until he can climb up your chest.
You're thankful he's blocking your view of Jungkook right now.
You can't face him.
Why can't you stop humiliating yourself?
You scratch Yin under his fuzzy little chin, trying to ignore the dead silence coming from Jungkook.
Then you realize your foot is still on him, so you slowly start to pull it off.
Your breath hitches when you feel a grasp on your ankle.
Yin hops off of you, jumping to the ground as he abandons you to your fate, and you're met with Jungkook's intense stare from across the couch.
Your gaze drops and you see his hand holding your ankle.
Why is he holding your ankle?
You try to pull it away again, only for Jungkook to pull back, making you let out a squeak as you slide closer to him on the couch.
"Why are you trying to get away?" Jungkook asks, his eyes flitting between yours.
"B-Because I embarrassed my-myself...?" You reply hesitantly.
Jungkook laughs, his face softening as he pulls you even closer until he can reach your hips, then he grabs your hip and pulls you into his chest.
"You're so cute, what am I supposed to do with you?"
You breathe a sigh of relief that he wasn't disgusted by the stupid words that tumbled from your mouth.
Jungkook tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
"Besides me, what else sounds yummy for dinner?"
You groan and drop your head into his chest, feeling him shake as he chuckles.
"I'm just giving you a hard time, sweetpea. Look at me."
You lift your head to see him smiling at you.
He cups your cheek, "What sounds good?"
"Uhm, m-maybe japchae? Or...f-fried chicken?"
Jungkook's eyes scrunch up, "How about both?"
Oh, you've never eaten both at the same time before.
Would that even taste good?
Is that a thing?
Well, it is now apparently.
You nod, "O-Ok."
Jungkook boops your nose with his finger, "Alright, I'll order it real quick. You play with Yin, yeah?"
You smile, "Ok!"
You hop off his lap and climb onto his bed where Yin is playing with one of his feathered toys.
Jungkook fondly watches you bounce around on the bed and wrestle with the small cat, giggles tumbling from your lips.
He orders the food quickly, then he joins the two of you on the bed.
You laugh when Yin viciously attacks Jungkook's hand, biting it playfully as Jungkook wrestles him to his back.
You both play with Yin until the food arrives twenty minutes later.
There's a knock on the door and you and Jungkook both look over at it.
He gets off the bed and walks to the door, looking through the peephole before opening it.
You hear him thank the delivery person, then there's the sound of laughter before he's saying thank you again.
You watch in confusion until Jungkook shuts the door.
He holds up two different bags, "The fried chicken dude showed up just as the japchae man was turning to leave."
You laugh, "Oh, th-that was con-convenient!"
-
Jungkook is pulling the food out of the bags as you fill up Yin's bowl for dinner, then you move to sit at the table as he told you to, he insisted you don't help with getting the food ready.
The second you sit down; your attention is directed to a piece of notepad paper.
You pick it up and your eyes widen at the drawing of Yin on it.
It's so detailed.
So life-like.
Jungkook turns to put the fried chicken on the table, then he freezes when he sees what's in your hands.
"Oh..."
You look up at him, your eyes sparkling, "D-Did you draw this?"
He nods slowly.
"It's b-b-beautiful."
You don't know why, but something compels you to flip the paper, so you do.
Jungkook cringes when he sees you turn it over.
You gasp at the image drawn on the back.
It's a field of dandelions created with pencil, but the focus is on one in particular.
A tiny dandelion, struggling to reach up to the sun as the others tower around it.
"Oh," You breathe.
Jungkook sets the food on the table and gulps, "It's just a silly sketch, come on, let's eat."
You look at him, "I l-love it."
Jungkook chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "Thanks, I guess."
You hand it to him and he takes it in relief, annoyed at himself for forgetting it was there.
Jungkook walks over and puts it in his nightstand drawer, then he comes back and sits down, "Ok, let's actually eat, I'm starving...for real food."
"M-Me too," You laugh and reach for a piece of chicken.
A few bites in and your bodies already feel better after eating all that sweet mochi earlier.
You don't see the way Jungkook keeps looking at you with heart eyes as you eat to your heart's content.
-
"At l-least we don't h-have to do dishes," You giggle as you toss your trash.
Jungkook laughs, then he sees you look at him as you mumble cheekily, "Not l-like you would l-let me do them anyway," You glare playfully at him.
He walks over to where you're washing your hands in the sink, surprising you when you turn around with how close he is.
"What was your weakness again? Oh yeah, this," Jungkook digs his fingers into your sides, making you squeal in protest.
"D-Don't! Stop!"
He doesn't stop.
You're laughing so hard that eventually, you can't even stand anymore, so you slide to the kitchen floor as Jungkook laughs, following you to the ground and continuing to tickle you.
You heave in a breath, "N-No actually, pl-please stop."
Jungkook stops, afraid he hurt you for a second.
He realizes your trick a moment too late.
You lash out and start tickling him in the sides, making him squirm away quickly. He stands up and runs to the dining table.
You laugh and stand up, "Gotcha!"
Jungkook sighs, "Ok, I'll admit you got me on that one. You scared me, I thought I actually hurt you."
You giggle, "You c-could never h-hurt me."
Jungkook feels a twang in his heart at that.
You see a weird look flash over Jungkook's face and you frown. You walk up to him slowly, "Hey, y-you okay?"
He snaps out of it and nods, "Uh yeah, yeah- I just remembered something else I wanted to do today."
A smile spreads on your face at his words.
He's so darned cute.
"W-What is it?"
Jungkook goes to his closet and grabs out the supplies he put back in there last minute so you wouldn't see it.
You look at him quizzically as he stands there with a bunch of art supplies in his arms.
He seems to be thinking something through, then he nods and sits in the middle of the living area floor.
"Come on," He gestures you over after dropping the stuff on the floor in front of him.
You walk over and take a seat beside him, looking at the paint, brushes, and canvas.
"Are w-we making a p-painting?" You ask excitedly.
Jungkook hands you the bottle of yellow paint, "Kind of," He says shyly as he takes the black bottle.
You watch and wait patiently as he opens up the plastic covering the canvas and sets it in front of both of you.
He thinks for a second, then he nods.
"Ok, yeah. I'm going to go first."
You sit up on your knees, excited to see what kind of painting you're going to make.
You're taken by surprise when Jungkook squeezes some black paint out into his palm.
"Oh-! W-What are you doing?" You lean over to look closer.
Jungkook smiles at you before grabbing a brush, "I'm painting my hand."
"Why?" You whisper.
He turns his head to see you really close to his face, "You'll see in a second," He whispers back playfully.
He's about to start spreading the paint, then he sees the look on your face. He hands you the brush, "You want to do it for me?"
You nod, happily accepting the brush.
Jungkook's breath gets caught in his throat when you lean closer to start painting his hand black. The feeling of the brush running along his hand is slightly ticklish and the paint smearing around on it is kind of weird, but also nice.
You hum to yourself as you concentrate on covering his entire hand in black.
When you lean back and smile at him, his heart flutters.
"All d-done."
Jungkook snaps out of it and forces his attention back to the task at hand.
"Alright, now I do this," He places his hand on the canvas, making a clear print of his hand.
"Ohhh, cool!"
Jungkook chuckles, "It's gonna get even cooler in a minute."
He stands up and moves to wash his hand in the kitchen, then he joins you on the ground again. You wait a few minutes for the paint to dry on the canvas, then Jungkook is back to business.
"Your turn," He says as he opens the yellow bottle and holds his hand out for yours.
You place your hand in his, palm up.
Jungkook squirts some yellow paint on your hand, smiling when you jump at the cold feeling.
He sets the bottle aside and grabs the second brush before spreading the paint across your hand.
Ewwwww it feels weird.
But you don't say anything.
It seems like there's some sort of magical trance over both of you and you don't want to break it.
Jungkook spreads your favorite color to the tips of your fingers and runs the brush back down to your palm to collect more paint, pushing it back and forth and around until your whole hand is lit up like the sun.
You hold your breath as he leads your hand down to the canvas and places it right on top of his. His hand is quite a bit bigger than yours, and you're just now noticing it as you see it on the canvas.
Jungkook holds your hand there for a second, then gently takes it away, smiling at the result.
You sit there for a moment in silence, just staring at the painting of you and Jungkook's hands.
"What do you think?" Jungkook asks quietly.
You turn your head to see him looking at you with huge brown eyes, stars lighting them up like the night sky.
"I th-think it's the m-most beautiful painting I e-ever seen," You whisper.
Jungkook's eyes crinkle at your answer.
You sit there staring at him for a second.
"Go wash your hand, silly," Jungkook chuckles after a moment.
"Oh, y-yeah."
You get up and go to the kitchen to wash off your hand, then you make your way back to him. He's looking at the painting, a look on his face that you can't decipher.
"You d-don't like it?" You ask as you sit down.
Jungkook looks at you, "Oh no, I love it. I was just thinking."
You close the lids of the paint, then you turn to give him your full attention.
"W-What were you th-thinking about?"
Jungkook looks at your cute nose, then his eyes lift to yours before dropping to your lips, then he drags them back to your eyes again.
You swallow the lump in your throat at the look he's giving you.
"Why do you think you're tainted?" Jungkook whispers.
You flinch at the question and Jungkook immediately tries to backtrack, "Wait, you don't have to answer that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry."
You shake your head, "Y-You're not prying. W-We promised t-to communicate, re-remember?"
Jungkook nods, his gaze on the floor, "Yeah, but if you're not ready, it's okay."
"I'm r-ready..."
Jungkook looks up and sees the anxious look on your face.
"Honestly, I d-d-don't remember it all. Just b-b-bits and pieces."
Jungkook listens quietly, his full attention on you.
Yin comes over as you bite your lip, almost as if he sensed that you're upset and he wants to comfort you.
He curls up in your lap and you pet him with a sad smile.
Just say it.
Rip it off like a band-aid.
"S-Someone hurt m-me before the accident."
Jungkook's chest feels tight, but he says nothing, wanting to let you speak.
You look to the side as a few tears fall, slipping down your soft cheeks.
"He uh-" You look up at the ceiling as if it would give you the strength you need to say what you need to, "He m-molested me."
You cringe, feeling dirty just speaking the word.
Even dirtier being the one that went through it.
You have the urge to start scratching your skin to get the feeling off of you.
Jungkook is sitting there in silence.
But his heart is in his stomach as a newfound rage boils inside of him.
He didn't expect you to say that.
He had no idea that was what you meant when you said you were tainted, but now it all makes sense.
The nightmares you have sometimes.
The low self-worth.
The words you would use to describe yourself.
Why you were upset when he confessed to liking you and you two kissed for the first time.
Why you told him not to fall in love with you...
The room is dead silent for a solid minute, the tension hanging in the air like a thick fog.
Then you start laughing nervously as you wipe your tears.
Jungkook sees you set Yin to the side as you stand up, brushing yourself off and fanning your face.
"I sh-should go. I'll c-call Jimin to-to get me."
You start walking towards the door to get your shoes, but a hand on your wrist tugs you to a stop.
"Please," His voice sounds strained, "Please don't leave."
You bite your lip and turn to look at him, "J-Jungkook..."
"____, please don't go."
You see the desperation in his eyes as he stares into yours.
Your shoulders sag and your gaze drops, "I'm n-not good enough for y-you, Jungkook. Not an-anymore. Maybe i-if we m-met before the accident...but n-not now. I'm broken," You whisper the last part so quietly he almost doesn't hear you.
Almost.
You feel the gentle tug on your wrist and let yourself be pulled into his arms.
Jungkook wraps his arms around you, holding you together just like he always does.
You let yourself cry silently, the tears sliding down your cheeks even as you don't make a sound.
"I'm right here," Jungkook whispers, rocking you back and forth ever so slightly, "No one is going to hurt you ever again."
You finally bring your arms around him, holding him tightly.
A few minutes pass by as Jungkook just holds you, petting your hair gently as he whispers into your hair that he's here and he isn't going anywhere.
"____?" Jungkook whispers after a few more minutes.
"Hm?" You mumble into his chest.
"Have you ever heard about what they do in Japan when their ceramics break?"
You pull back and look at him in confusion at his seemingly random question, "N-No...?"
Jungkook brushes the wet hair out of your face, cupping your cheeks as he leans down and touches his nose to yours.
"They fix them with gold," Jungkook whispers, "So each and every crack is lined with it, to display their imperfections, to embrace their flaws."
You feel your heart tug in your chest.
"I know you feel like you're just broken, ____. But you're so so beautifully broken, I can see the gold shining through every crack in your heart."
"Jungkook..."
"____, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. If you could, you would find so much beauty, even in something that's in so much pain," Jungkook's breath fans your face as he tries to keep himself together, "I will never understand the pain you went through, I know. But share it with me, ____. Let me help you carry it, give me some of it."
Another tear slips out from the ones that have been building up in your eyes.
"Fuck, ____. If I could take it all and carry it for you, I would, but I can't. All I can do is take what you'll give me."
You sniffle and Jungkook pulls away for a second to wipe your eyes, "I'm here now, ____. You don't have to carry it all on your own."
Your heart swells ten times the size and you feel like it's about to burst out of your throat.
Never in your entire life has someone made you feel so valued.
So worthy.
You nod, "Ok, I- I'll try," You whisper against his thumb as he brushes your lips.
Jungkook pulls you into another hug, holding your head gently as you breathe deeply, listening to his steady heartbeat.
When you pull back to look at him, Jungkook cups your cheeks and smooths his thumbs over them, ridding you of those blasted tears.
"Jungkook...?"
The way you look at him like he's the only thing in this world makes his heart pound heavily in his sternum.
"Yes?"
"W-Will you make it b-beautiful?"
Jungkook's eyes flicker between your own.
He knows exactly what you mean.
"I don't-" You grab at his shirt, fisting it in your smaller hands, "I d-don't want to go all th-the way, I just-"
Jungkook nods as your voice gets stuck.
"I know."
He watches as you fight within yourself for a minute, then you nod to yourself and look back at him, "Will y-you do th-that for me? Make it b-beautiful, please Jungkook...?"
He nods, "I will, I promise."
Then his lips are on yours, just a light feathery touch, barely even there.
"Tell me, ____. Tell me what you want," He whispers against your lips breathily.
"Touch m-me," You breathe.
Jungkook connects your lips and his hands slide up your arms, then back down.
The memory of a man grabbing your arms and forcing his mouth to yours crashes into your brain and you stiffen.
But Jungkook doesn't rush.
He takes his time, kissing your lips again before kissing your chin, then your cheeks, then your eyes and eyebrows, then your nose.
He continues to kiss your face gently until you nod.
The memory has melted away, letting you relax for a moment as he peppers your face with butterfly kisses.
After you give him the go-ahead, Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, "Jump, ____."
His words ignite a fire in your tummy, and you hop up, letting him lift you until you can encircle your legs around his waist, then you wrap your arms around his neck and bring your lips down to his.
You pull back for a second to kiss the mole under his lip, "I l-love your mole," You whisper against his bottom lip.
Jungkook smiles, "Thank you."
You hum as you feel him turn and start walking.
He maneuvers around the painting still on the ground.
Your tummy fills with butterflies when you know what's coming next.
He's so gentle when he lays you down on the soft bed.
"I told you not to fucking mock me," The faceless man growls, shoving you onto the couch and pinning you there.
Your breath quickens and Jungkook can tell it's from anxiety.
"It's me, baby," He whispers gently, "It's just me."
The pet name shoots an arrow through your heart as you nod.
"Sit up," Jungkook says softly.
You sit up enough for him to slide your sweater off of you so you're left in your t-shirt and shorts.
Jungkook tosses your sweater onto the couch behind him, then crawls on top of you, hovering over you as he places his lips back on yours, this kiss a little more heated than the previous ones.
Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathes.
Jungkook pulls away for a second to whisper, "You're so beautiful," Then he reconnects with your mouth, but this time, you feel a warm and wet tongue prodding at your lips.
You hesitate for a second, then you let him in, the flame growing in your stomach as your tongue dances with his.
You're so scared that you're doing it wrong.
Jimin tried to explain it to you with a popsicle one night so that you would be prepared.
But nothing could have prepared you for this moment.
Your whole body is on fire, and you're grateful Jungkook discarded your sweater before you burned alive.
Jungkook sees more tears slipping from your tightly shut eyes when he pulls back, and he can practically hear the voice in your head screaming those lies at you.
Tainted.
Worthless.
Disgusting.
You're shaking in his arms.
He can't hear the man's voice whispering in your ear though.
"If you think you can run from me, you're wrong."
The gentle young man above you presses his soft lips to yours.
"I feel bad for the poor boy you'd dare to look at."
You let him in once more, the feeling of his warm tongue caressing yours sends chills down your spine.
"You're tainted. No one is going to want you but me."
Jungkook brushes a stray hair from your tear-stained face.
"You're the one that no one is ever going to love."
Jungkook runs his fingers down your face softly, "Come back to me, ____."
You jolt, your eyes shooting open, and you see Jungkook.
Your beautiful, mysterious, sweet, kind, and slightly out of breath, Jungkook.
His beautiful smile appears as he sees your eyes open, "There you are, sweetpea," He whispers, breath fanning your face.
"I-"
Your voice gets stuck in your throat.
Jungkook just waits patiently, ready to stop everything if you want to.
You gulp, "Pl-Please don't st-stop."
He nods but takes you by surprise when he starts kissing your jaw instead of your lips.
He travels down slowly; nipping, licking, and kissing at your soft skin as shivers continually shoot through you. He makes a trail all the way to your neck and you let out a small moan when he sucks it gently. He gives it a little more attention before moving on.
Jungkook keeps traveling down, down, down.
Until you know where he's going.
Your heart feels like it's going to explode as he kisses right above the pounding muscle.
Jungkook brings a hand up, his thumb caressing the skin over your heart as he kisses it softly.
"Such a beautiful heart," Jungkook mumbles against your skin, "Doing its job to keep you alive, beating every single day."
You aren't sure why his words are making you cry, but they are.
He looks up at you, his dark locks falling into his eyes.
"Be kind to your heart, ____," He reaches for your hand, holding it to your heart so you can feel it pounding through its cage.
Then Jungkook takes your hand away and curls his hand into it as he rests his lips above your frantic heart.
He sits there for a minute, just feeling the fluttering beat.
Jungkook leaves one last kiss there before moving back up to your mouth, slotting it with his.
This time you're more prepared when he licks at your lips and you open up to feel his tongue tangle once more with yours.
When you feel his hands running up your thighs, you stiffen again and gasp in his mouth.
Jungkook pulls away, "It's me," He looks into your eyes as he takes his hands off of your thighs and cups your face, "It's Jungkook."
You nod, gasping for air, "I know, pl-please t-touch me."
Jungkook dives back into the kiss, swirling his tongue in your mouth, making you see fireworks burst on the insides of your eyelids.
The dirty hands that bruised your thighs melt away as Jungkook's soft-touch caresses where all the aches and marks once were, soothing them.
It doesn't hurt so much anymore.
Jungkook deepens the kiss, his hands caressing your thighs as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth oh so gently.
Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, almost like you can't control it.
Then you drop back onto the bed, a huff of air leaving you as he engulfs your mouth with his once more.
Jungkook's brain is going haywire.
All he can think about is the fact that you're in his arms, and he's drowning in you.
Your sweet scent, your soft lips, your tangled hair.
It's all too much for him.
He wants to make it beautiful for you.
He so desperately wants to make it beautiful for you.
He pulls away from your mouth with a soft chu.
Jungkook runs his hands up your body all the way to your cheeks, careful not to touch anywhere too intimate, his breath fanning over your face as he tries to catch it after being connected to your lips for so long.
Then he pecks your sweet lips over and over again until you're giggling.
"There's my pretty girl's smile," Jungkook coos as he pulls back to look at you.
You gaze up at him, wondering where the shy boy went, where the dark, anxious, and cold young man you first met went.
Jungkook smiles warmly at you and kisses your nose, "We're in this together now, ____," He leans down to kiss your lips once more as he folds his hand in yours, "Give me anything, everything you can. I can carry it."
You feel a few more tears sneak out as they tickle your cheeks before you wipe them away.
Jungkook gives your forehead a sweet kiss before lying down next to you and pulling you into him so your back is against his chest, "Please stay the night?" He mumbles into your shoulder.
You nod, "As l-long as Yin is okay w-with it," You yawn.
Jungkook chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your neck and breathing in your scent, "Of course, he's okay with it, he loves you."
Right on cue, Yin jumps up onto the bed, giving you and Jungkook a wary look, almost as if to ask, are you done?
Jungkook chuckles and you smile when you feel his chest rumble, "Come here, Yin," He calls to the kitty gently.
Yin struts over and curls up right by your bosom, purring loudly.
You giggle and watch as Jungkook pets him gently, lulling the cat into a deep sleep.
"He really loves you," Jungkook whispers into your neck, "He's even picking you over his supposedly favorite person."
You smile softly, leaning back into Jungkook's warmth.
Even though you three are still on top of the covers, the apartment is warm enough for you to be perfectly comfortable with just Jungkook's body heat.
You lay there in silence for a minute, then you feel Jungkook shift and you whine tiredly.
"Sorry, sweetpea," Jungkook whispers, "I just need to turn out the light."
You nod grumpily, "Ok."
Jungkook stands up and moves to get the light, but then he turns back, "Do you want something more comfortable to sleep in?" He asks.
You shake your head, "I'm c-comfy."
He looks at you doubtfully, "How can you be comfy in jean shorts?"
You shrug tiredly.
Jungkook walks over to his closet and grabs out a pair of sweatpants, then he brings them over to you, "Put these on, you'll be a lot comfier."
"Ok."
"Alright, I'm gonna text Jimin and let him know you're staying, okay?"
"Mhm," You nod, practically half asleep.
Jungkook makes quick work of texting Jimin, his back turned so that you can change, then he turns out the light and comes back to bed.
He puts an arm around your waist, holding you close as he breathes in that sweet vanilla scent of your lotion.
He's never going to be able to let you go.
-
Morning comes all too soon for all three of you.
Yin is the first to wake up, ironically.
He stretches out his little legs until one of his paws bops you in the nose.
You peel your eyes open to see Yin looking at you with huge green eyes.
Smiling tiredly, you reach up a hand and scratch under his chin, "Good m-m-morning sweet boy," You whisper softly so as not to wake up Jungkook.
Then your attention gets drawn to the warmth wrapping around your midsection.
You look down to see Jungkook's arm is securely around your waist, where it's been all night.
A blush creeps up your cheeks.
Yin yawns and stretches a bit more before hopping off the bed and walking over to the couch.
Your eyelids are so heavy, still clinging to sleep.
So you let them close.
You can hear Jungkook breathing softly behind you and feel his chest rise and fall with those breaths.
You decide at that moment, that this is your happy place.
You've never felt safer than you do now; wrapped in the arms of the young man that has stolen your heart.
Eventually, you slip back into sleep, your hand resting over Jungkook's where it's resting on your stomach.
Twenty minutes later, Jungkook feels himself being pulled from slumber and he lets out a small groan.
He's about to stretch like he usually does, then he realizes there's something warm and soft in his arms and he freezes for a second.
When it hits him that it's you in his arms, he melts back into the bed, holding you close and nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
Fuck, he could stay in this position forever.
Just having you in his arms, safe and sound, is enough to make his heart ache.
He needs to find them.
He needs to keep you safe.
Jungkook breathes in your signature scent, his worries melting away as he does.
You're so soft.
And squishy.
Jungkook chuckles lightly as he squishes the little pooch on your abdomen.
"What are y-you doing?"
Jungkook's smile widens at the sound of your sleepy voice.
"Nothing," He whispers sheepishly.
He feels you shake as you laugh, "Y-You're a little li-liar."
"What are you going to do about it?" He asks lowly, whispering it into your neck.
You turn in his embrace, causing him to need to lift his arm.
He places it back on your hip when you're facing him, his thumb rubbing gentle circles there.
"W-What do you th-think I should do?"
"I think you should kiss me," Jungkook responds with a smirk.
You look thoughtful for a second, then you shake your head, "Mm, no. Th-That's too nice."
He quirks a brow, "Oh yeah? Are you gonna punish me?"
As he says it, he leans, so you press into the bed as he hovers over you.
You gulp, "Uhm, y-yeah."
A deep laugh sounds in your ears, "How are you gonna punish me, hm?"
You look him dead in the eyes, "N-No kisses...f-for a week."
Jungkook pouts, "Just because I was squishing your cute pooch?"
You smack his bicep, trying not to let it get to your head how much muscle there is there.
"I d-don't like m-my pooch, don't t-talk about it."
Jungkook's fake pout disappears, replaced with a real frown,"You don't like it? Why not?"
"It's st-stupid," You mumble.
Jungkook's frown deepens and you shrink more into the bed.
Your hands start to unconsciously cover your abdomen, even though your shirt is already covering it.
You gasp lightly when you feel Jungkook's hand grasp both of your wrists. Looking at how his one hand can hold both of your wrists, you gulp.
He brings your hands over your head and pins them to the pillow.
"Bellies are normal, ____, and beautiful."
"I know, I j-just don't l-like mine."
"Why not?"
"It's j-just annoying that it w-won't go away."
"It's normal."
"I know," You roll your eyes, "I know, e-every girl h-has it because of our l-lady organs-"
Jungkook watches in amusement as you ramble.
"-and n-no one has a p-perfectly fl-flat tummy, blah blah blah."
You huff as you stare up at him, your cheeks red with annoyance.
"Are you finished?" Jungkook asks.
You nod grumpily.
"Then I'll ask again, why do you hate yours?"
"I h-hate it b-because it's me."
That makes Jungkook pause.
Oh.
Well, now it makes sense.
You look away, frustrated tears building in your eyes.
Jungkook lets go of your hands.
"I'm sorry."
"W-Why?" You look back at him, your eyes slightly red.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
You hesitate.
If you're being honest, it didn't make you uncomfortable when he squished your pooch. It kind of made you feel better about it.
You shake your head, "Y-You didn't."
Jungkook looks into your eyes, "So, does that mean I can help you love it?"
You nod hesitantly.
He smirks, then he moves down your body, making your skin heat up as he keeps eye contact with you as he hovers over your abdomen.
You gulp, staring into his eyes.
Jungkook laughs, his eyes scrunching up.
"I'm kidding around, I won't do anything weird."
He straightens up, but then he places a warm hand there, rubbing his thumb over your abdomen, "I really like your pooch. I would squish it all day every day if I could."
You giggle at the ticklish feeling of him rubbing your abdomen, then you squeal when he grabs the backs of your knees and pulls you down to him.
It's a good thing he has a massive bed, or else you would've both toppled off the bottom of it by now.
"Kiss me," Jungkook mumbles, bumping his nose with yours.
Your heart races, you're still not used to this.
But you're comfortable with him.
You push your fingers into his hair to ground yourself, then you pull him down to connect your lips. Jungkook groans against your lips when you tug on his hair a little.
This time, you're the one to prod at the seam of his lips with your tongue.
He opens his mouth, letting you in eagerly.
"meow!"
Jungkook pulls away, "Be quiet, Yin."
Then he dives right back in even as you laugh against his wet lips.
Jungkook smiles at your cute laugh, but then he groans when Yin starts crying loudly.
He sighs before pulling away.
"Don't go anywhere," He says as he pecks your lips before getting off the bed.
You giggle, as if you would go anywhere.
You hear Jungkook muttering to Yin and the sound of him filling his food bowl and you giggle to yourself again.
Then the bed bounces as Jungkook climbs back onto it.
"Scoot up," He says gently.
You scoot until your head hits the pillows.
You know that's why he wanted you to move up, he's always thinking of your comfort.
When you glance down, your heart shoots to your throat at the sight of Jungkook crawling towards you until he's hovering over you again.
"Hi," He whispers.
"Hi," You say cutely.
"You look really cute in my clothes," Jungkook says against your lips.
You flush, "Th-Thank you."
Jungkook leans down and kisses you softly before pulling back, "This still okay?"
Your heart warms at his worrying and wanting to make sure you're okay.
"Mhm, k-kiss me."
Jungkook doesn't miss a beat.
In a matter of seconds, his tongue is back in your mouth as you fight for dominance.
His tongue ultimately overpowers yours and he smirks as he kisses you deeply.
You're so lost in the kiss that you don't even realize that your hands are running along his sides. You don't notice until your hands dip under his black shirt and he groans against your lips.
The feeling of your soft hands on his skin is causing his brain to short circuit.
There's a moment where you wonder what on earth happened to your shyness, but you're so caught up in the moment that you don't even care.
Then your face heats up when you feel his toned abdomen.
You decide not to go further, and you just run your hands up his sides and down his back.
The second you feel something besides the smooth skin of his back, you also feel Jungkook stiffen and pull away completely.
He's breathing heavily as he runs a hand through his messy hair.
"Hey, w-what happened? Are y-you okay?" You ask gently as you sit up, worried.
Jungkook sees your brows furrowed in worry and he lets out a small laugh, "Sorry, I got a little carried away. We should probably t-take it slow," You see him gulp as he slips off the bed and heads for the kitchen.
"J-Jungkook?"
"Hm?"
"Pl-Please come here," You say gently.
Jungkook looks almost pained as you watch him slowly make his way back to you.
"Yeah?"
"I trust y-you, Kook. Do y-you trust m-me?"
He nods without hesitation, "Yes, of course, I do."
"Th-Then tell me," You look into his eyes, begging him to open up to you.
Jungkook sits on the side of the bed with a sigh.
"It's just- I don't want you to be upset."
And I'm scared that you'll think of me differently.
Please, don't think of me differently, ____.
You reach out a hand to cup his cheek, "I'm okay, J-Jungkook. D-Don't shut me out, pl-please."
You see him swallow thickly as he toys with the hem of his black t-shirt.
Jungkook closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, then he lifts his shirt over his head and sets it on the bed.
You keep your eyes on his face as he gulps again.
He lets out a nervous laugh as you run your thumb over his cheek.
"Shit," He breathes out.
You get up on your knees, sensing that he doesn't want to show you himself.
So, you crawl behind him.
A strangled gasp gets stuck in your throat when you see it.
Jungkook drops his head in his hands in shame.
He just wants to curl into a ball and die.
No, he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"J-Jungkook," You breathe, your heart torn to shreds.
But you can't tear your eyes away.
"Please don't pity me," He whispers brokenly.
"I- I'm n-not," You try to swallow the tears, but they come anyway.
Your hand shakes as you reach out to touch his back gently.
Jungkook flinches at your touch.
"S-Sorry."
He sighs shakily.
He knew you would find out eventually.
Of course, you would.
No matter how hard he tries to hide them.
They always find a way to haunt him.
You cover your mouth to trap a sob in as you look at his back.
More so, the scars crisscrossing around it.
Most of them are a little less than a foot in length, but some are a bit longer. There are many small ones scattered across his whole back, some overlapping across the big ones.
A majority of them have faded away to just soft and slightly raised pink lines, but others cut too deep to heal fully and are permanently etched into his back as if frozen in time from when they were given.
It's one of the most gut-wrenching things you've ever seen.
You can't imagine the amount of pain he endured to cause scars like these.
What happened to him?
"D-Do they hurt?" You whisper.
Jungkook gulps in his hands, "No, they don't. They're old, ____, very old, I swear."
You nod as he straightens up and reaches for his shirt.
"W-Wait."
Jungkook feels a lump form in his throat.
He just wants to cover them up and forget about it for today.
He turns to you, waiting for you to say what you want.
You crawl over to his side and cup his cheeks, "You're b-beautifully br-broken, like me."
He smiles sadly, "They're hardly gold, ____."
You shake your head, "N-No, they're not."
You lean in closer, "They're t-t-titanium. Stronger th-than any gold."
Then you kiss him softly.
The softest kiss you've shared yet.
It brings tears to his eyes.
But he blinks them away quickly.
And lets himself melt into the kiss.
"You're b-beautiful," You whisper against his lips.
Jungkook laughs lightly, "You're the beautiful one, not me."
You smile, "I'm j-just telling the truth. Y-You are beautiful."
"Well, thank you," Jungkook says shyly as you pull away.
"W-We can talk about th-them when you're ready," You whisper and he nods.
He slips his t-shirt back on before you can say anything else, but not before you catch a glimpse of the scar on his abdomen from when the two of you were in Busan.
A frown appears on your sweet face, causing Jungkook to look at you worriedly.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Th-That scar on y-your abdomen..."
Jungkook nods, "Mhm? The one you sewed up for me?"
You nod.
"What about it?" He asks gently, watching the wheels turn in your head.
"W-Where did you a-actually get it?"
Jungkook doesn't flinch, "I got into a fight with an old classmate."
Your frown deepens, "W-With a knife? He h-h-had a knife on him?"
Technically we both did.
"Some people are just crazy, he was probably looking to start something... ____, what is this about?"
You shrug, but he knows you better than that.
He knows you're doubting his stories.
Fucking hell.
Give him the strength to deal with it when you find out who he is.
Jungkook stands up before you can keep getting into more things, revealing more cracks in his silly lies.
"Are you hungry? I'm gonna make some breakfast."
You nod, but your eyes are locked on the bed.
Jungkook sighs and pats your head gently, then he makes his way to the kitchen.
"Do you want something hot or cold for breakfast?" He asks as he starts looking through the fridge and cupboards.
"Uhm, h-hot I guess."
Jungkook nods, "Me too, great minds think alike," He turns and smiles at you.
You finally smile at him and it warms his heart.
But you can't stop thinking about those scars on his back.
Who would want to hurt him like that?
-
Since you're both really hungry, Jungkook decides to just whip up a simple soup and some rice.
This time, you catch Jungkook looking at you as you eat.
You swallow the bite in your mouth and laugh nervously, "W-What are you l-looking at?"
"You."
You flush at his honesty, "Oh."
"How is it?"
"Hm?" You look at him.
"The food," There's a ghost of a smile on his face.
"Oh, it's d-delicious, like always," You laugh, "Th-Thank you again, f-for cooking."
Jungkook nods, "Of course."
Suddenly you're really shy as the memories of last night and this morning creep into your mind.
Gosh, you threw all caution to the wind, didn't you?
Jungkook doesn't seem like it's affecting him as he eats and talks to Yin, who is currently rubbing himself against his ankles.
You giggle, causing Jungkook to look at you, "Why are you laughing?" He asks with a fond smile.
"Y-You're definitely his h-human."
"Huh?"
"He's m-marking you."
Jungkook looks down at Yin as he rubs against his leg.
"Oh, that's kind of weird, not gonna lie."
You laugh, "It isn't w-weird! He l-loves you."
Jungkook cringes at that phrase.
For some reason, the thought of anyone or anything loving him or him loving them is so foreign.
It kind of makes him feel icky.
Jungkook reaches down to pet Yin's head and you feel your cheeks start to hurt from how wide you're smiling.
You watch the two of them with heart eyes, your chin in your hand.
Then the unmistakable sound of a message sounds from your phone.
Jungkook looks up as you walk over to your purse and grab your phone out.
Mina: I thought you were coming back today?
Your heart sinks to your stomach and you don't know why.
Why are you stressed out about Mina being back?
That's so backward.
yeah, I'll be back around noon. need to get all my stuff together.
You sigh as you press send.
"Everything okay?" Jungkook asks.
No, it isn't.
You never answered me and then Mina pressured me to go back home and now I'm stuck and I want to tell you, but I feel like I can't. I don't know why. Something is keeping me from telling you.
Why can't I tell you?
You nod, ignoring the waves of nausea in your stomach, "Y-Yeah, everything's fine."
Please stop lying, ____.
Tell him.
It almost feels like your mouth is clamped shut by some invisible force.
When your phone starts to ring, you jump out of your skin and nearly drop the small device.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey, did I wake you up?"
Oh, Jimin.
It's just Jimin.
You didn't even look at the caller ID.
"N-No, we've been up fo-for a bit."
"Oh good, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be out until later tonight. I picked up a shift for a coworker and then I've got meetings for the article until around nine."
"Oh."
The fact that Jimin will be gone makes it worse.
That means there won't be anyone to talk you out of going home.
You had hoped he would.
"Ok," You say, stomach-turning, "I'll s-see you to-tonight."
"See you tonight, girlie. Tell Jungkook I said to take care of you!"
You flush as you mumble goodbye and hang up.
"Jimin?" Jungkook asks as he stands up and clears his place.
You nod, staring at your blank phone.
Jungkook puts his dishes in the sink, then comes up behind you, smoothing his hands over your waist until they're wrapped around you.
You stiffen at the touch.
Not because of the touch.
Because you're lying to him and it makes you sick with guilt.
Jungkook freezes, "You okay?"
"Mhm," You squeak out.
"Am I going too fast?" Jungkook asks quietly.
You shake your head and feel his touch relax again as he back hugs you.
Then he starts toying with the tie on the front of his sweatpants that hang on your waist.
"So Jimin won't be back until tonight?"
You nod numbly, your attention hyperfocused on his soft touch.
Goosebumps break out on your skin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, "Does that mean you get to stay longer?" He whispers into your neck.
You let yourself melt into his hold, resting back on him as he holds you securely.
"Actually, it m-means I h-have to leave sooner."
Jungkook pouts, "Why?"
"Because I h-have to feed Pumpkin."
"Won't Jimin feed her before he leaves for whatever he's doing?"
Darn it.
You turn in his arms and look up at him.
Tell him.
Tell him and he'll be able to stop you.
He can help you.
"I m-miss her," You say, which is the truth. Just not all of it.
Jungkook relents with a sad smile, "I get it. I won't pressure you to stay, sorry."
You shake your head, "I w-want to stay."
I want to stay here with you.
I don't want to leave.
Jungkook brushes your messy hair out of your face, "I want you to stay too," He pulls you closer, "I'd wrap you up in all my blankets and cuddle you forever," He says seriously.
You laugh and smack his chest, "D-Don't be cheesy."
He chuckles, "I'm not, I'm being serious."
"S-So am I, and th-that was cheesy."
Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully.
"When do you have to leave?" He asks after a moment.
You look at your phone to see it's only nine.
"Mm, pro-probably in about h-half an hour?"
Jungkook nods, "Ok, at least it's something."
He's about to suggest that maybe he can just hang out with you at Jimin's place for a bit, he just really doesn't want to let you go, but then you both hear a ringing sound.
"It isn't m-my phone," You say with a laugh.
Jungkook pulls away and looks around.
It's coming from inside the nightstand.
His work phone.
Fuck.
Jungkook walks over and grabs it, looking at the nameless number for a second.
He takes a deep breath.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
Oh, fucking hell.
It's just Beom.
"It's done, right?"
"Yeah, it is."
He hears a sigh of relief.
"Did he suffer?"
"Yeah."
It's silent for a minute before she speaks again.
"Thank you, Lotus."
"You don't have to thank me," Jungkook looks over at you to see you crouched on the ground and petting Yin gently.
His heart stutters in his chest.
"Well, I might not have to thank you, but I do have to pay you," She jokes.
"Yeah, I kind of do need that."
"I can meet you at the construction site at noon?"
"That works."
"Alright, bye."
Jungkook hangs up and stuffs the phone in his pocket.
"You o-okay?" You ask, obviously having heard Jungkook's side of the conversation.
He smiles at you and nods, "Yeah, just a work-related thing."
"Ok."
You both stand there for a minute, wanting to speak but being silenced by the anxiety of your lies.
Jungkook is the first one to break the silence.
He opens his arms, "Come here."
You walk over and let his strong arms engulf you into a comforting hug.
"I meant every word I said last night," Jungkook mumbles into your hair.
You nod, letting him know that you believe him.
He pulls away just enough to sit on the bed, then he gently tugs you closer to him until you're standing between his legs, looking down at him cutely.
Jungkook bops your nose then squishes your cheeks.
"How on earth was I supposed to stop myself from breaking that silly promise?" Jungkook asks you gently.
You feel your cheeks heat up, "I d-don't underst-stand why you did."
Jungkook lays back on the bed as you stay standing between his legs.
His dark eyes pierce into yours as he looks at you.
"If we get into that now, we'll be here for a long ass time."
You giggle, then you lean down and kiss him softly before straddling his lap.
Jungkook sits up, a hand on your hip, "Careful," He whispers sternly.
You give him a smug look and run your hands up his chest until you grab his shoulders.
"W-Why should I b-be?"
Jungkook's eyes get darker as he leans forward and whispers against your lips.
"Because if you start that, I won't be able to stop myself."
A shudder runs down your spine as he kisses you briefly before pulling away.
"Ok, sweetpea. Hop off."
"I d-don't wanna," You pout and curl yourself into him, laying your head against his chest.
He chuckles, "I just want to readjust."
"No...c-comfy."
"Well, I'm not," He laughs, "My back is at an awkward angle."
You sit up with a cute pout and crawl off of his lap.
Jungkook gets up on the bed all the way, laying his head on the pillow. He pats the bed, wanting you to lie next to him.
You lay down and instantly curl yourself into him.
"Cutie," Jungkook whispers against the crown of your head.
He pulls you as close as he can, his hand resting on your lower back.
You feel so safe and warm in his arms that you start to drift off.
You fight it for a little bit, but you inevitably lose.
-
"Shit, ____, wake up."
You open your eyes, your vision bleary.
"Mm?"
"We've gotta get up, baby," Jungkook brushes your hair out of your face and you see his blurry face.
The new pet name he used last night makes your heart do a little tumble.
"W-Why?"
"We fell asleep, it's a little after eleven."
That makes you shoot up, your eyes wide as Jungkook sits up next to you.
"Hey, it's okay. You don't need to rush," He says gently.
Oh, but you do.
You need to get back to Jimin's or Mina will know where you've been.
"I g-gotta go," You scramble out of the big bed and run to the couch to grab your sweater.
The image of Jungkook taking it off of you and tossing it on the couch makes you pause as your cheeks flush.
Then you snap out of it and pull it on before running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to make it look like you weren't just sleeping.
You're frantically looking around for your shorts as Jungkook gets up and walks over to grab the painting that's been on the floor all night.
He carefully puts it in his closet, then he sees you looking around.
"What're you looking for?"
"My sh-shorts," You say, face red as a tomato.
Jungkook sees them right away, they're laying on the floor next to the bed, but Yin is sleeping on top of them.
He laughs and walks over to pick Yin up, grabbing the shorts and holding them out to you, "Here you go."
"Oh th-thank you!"
You grab them then run into the bathroom to change.
Jungkook walks over to grab his shoes as you make sure you have everything.
Sweater.
Purse.
Phone.
Shoes.
Okay, you're good to go.
"Wait, do you have a key to Jimin's house?" Jungkook asks suddenly.
You nod, "Mhm, he g-got an extra m-made for me."
Jungkook grabs his regular phone and wallet, then snags his keys off the hook in the wall by the door.
"Alright, you ready to go?"
You pet Yin one last time, then you follow him to the door, "Y-Yup."
-
Jungkook pulls up to Jimin's condo.
"Th-Thank you, for everything," You say sweetly, "F-For driving me, always g-g-getting me food, and for everything l-last night."
Jungkook smiles despite his chest hurting at having to leave you.
Maybe he can just get the money and come back and hang out with you in a little bit.
"Thank you for trusting me with your heart," Jungkook says genuinely before he leans over the console, meeting you halfway.
You look into his deep brown eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of security.
Tell him.
"I'll keep it safe, I promise," He gives you a soft smile, gazing into your eyes.
"I- I know."
You want to kiss him.
But you feel like you can't.
The guilt is eating away at you, but the anxiety of Mina arriving when Jungkook is here crowds over everything else.
So you smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek, then you turn and hop out of the car before he can say something that'll make you jump back into his arms.
Jungkook watches you run up to the door, your messy hair flopping around wildly.
"Silly girl," He whispers, making sure to watch until you're inside and the door is shut.
Only then does he look away and take the car out of park.
Just get the money and be done.
-
"Damn, even cuter than the first night."
Jungkook sighs, resisting the urge to tell her to shut the fuck up.
She lost her sister, he isn't trying to hurt someone even more, no matter how irritating they are.
"I'm kind of in a rush," Jungkook decides to go with instead.
Beom nods, "I get it."
She holds out a thick envelope.
Jungkook is about to take it when she brings it back to her chest.
"You sure you don't want that kiss instead? Maybe even a one-night stand?" She asks with a glint in her eye.
At first, his blood starts boiling.
Then an image of you pops into his head and he calms down.
He looks at her for a second and suddenly, he pities her.
He's looking at her through your eyes.
What would you see?
Jungkook's instinct is to lash out, but he's noticed that yours is to step into the other person's shoes.
"Why do you do that?" Jungkook asks, catching her a bit off guard.
She smirks, "What?"
"Fling yourself at me... You don't even know me, why would you want to hook up with me?"
Her flirtatious smile falters, "W-What are you talking about?"
Jungkook sighs, "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened to you and your little sister. No one deserves to go through that."
She looks away from him, clutching the money-filled envelope to her chest.
"You should raise the bar."
"What?" She looks back at him in confusion.
"Give yourself a little more respect," Jungkook says genuinely, "You'll find someone that really cares for you and that you love. Don't let what he did to you define you. He's gone now, you can be free."
Her eyes fill with tears and she shoves the envelope into his chest.
He grabs it before it falls and busts open.
"I'm guessing you found your person?" She asks, looking at him.
He nods, "Yeah, I have."
"Does she know what you are?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "No, she doesn't know what I do."
She smiles bitterly, "I'll make one more deal with you, Lotus."
Jungkook just stays silent.
"I'll raise my standards and respect myself more if you tell her the truth about who you are."
Jungkook furrows his brows, "Why do you care if she knows?"
"Because I care about how she feels," Beom says firmly, "Call it a thing between all fellow women, even if we don't know each other. If you don't tell her, someone else is going to, and that's going to hurt her a hell of a lot more, believe me."
Jungkook looks down, unconsciously squeezing the envelope of money.
"Good luck, Lotus. And thank you, for ridding this world of one more despicable bastard."
Jungkook nods, then he turns and makes his way out.
When he gets back to his car, he sighs.
He hopes you would've been proud of him for how he handled that situation, for trying to understand her instead of snapping at her to leave him alone. It certainly felt weird not to snap like he usually would. He wouldn't say it made him feel good, no it made him feel strange, frustrated almost.
Who knows, maybe he is changing for the better.
He's trying to at least.
For you.
Jungkook turns the car on and starts heading back to his apartment.
He'll just drop off the money, then he'll see if he can hang out with you.
Maybe he can even bring Yin to hang out with Pumpkin, you'll probably like that.
-
You're just finished stuffing Pumpkin's stuff into a bag when your phone starts ringing.
You answer it without looking at the ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey! I'm here, I thought maybe you could use some help bringing your stuff home."
You knew she would do that.
That's why you needed Jungkook to leave quickly.
"Oh, ok, th-thanks."
Not a minute later, you're letting Mina in so that the two of you can carry your stuff out to the car.
Your stomach is in knots as Mina goes on about something she was watching last night.
You're not really paying attention, you're just wondering why the heck you don't feel comfortable around Mina right now.
"Alright, that's it! Ready to go?"
You nod, holding Pumpkin close to your chest as she eyes your best friend suspiciously.
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Jungkook walks up the stairs as he looks at his phone.
He texted you a little bit ago and asked if he could bring Yin over to hang out, but you haven't said anything.
It's weird for you not to answer him fairly quickly.
"Hey, Kook!"
Jungkook looks up from his phone to see Hoseok and Sana coming down the stairs.
"Oh, hi."
"I didn't know Tae was back! We should get together for dinner sometime," Hobi says brightly, not sensing the tension in the air after his words.
Taehyung's back?
Jungkook nods, "Yeah, we totally should. Look, I'm sorry, I need to go."
They say goodbye as he hurries past them and runs up the stairs.
Why the hell is Tae back already and why didn't he say anything?
Jungkook makes it to his door and fumbles for his keys, unlocking it and pushing it open, he stumbles inside.
He sees a dark figure sitting on the couch, one leg resting on the other.
"Hey, I didn't know you would be back today," Jungkook says as he sets the keys on the hook and shrugs off his jacket, pulling his face mask off while he's at it. He forgot he had that on, honestly.
"mew."
Jungkook pets Yin's head and looks at Tae, confusion clouding his mind as he's about to take off his shoes. Jungkook lets go of his boot, deciding not to take them off.
"Hey, you okay?"
The stiff figure finally moves, setting his leg down as he puts his elbows on his knees and turns his head to look at Jungkook.
Taehyung stands up from the couch and walks over to him slowly.
That's when Jungkook notices Tae never took off his shoes.
He's about to scold him for walking on his carpet with his nasty shoes on, but then he sees the look on his friend's face and he says nothing.
"What did I say?" Taehyung asks darkly.
Jungkook looks at him, his brows furrowed together in his utter confusion.
Yin meows and rubs at Jungkook's legs, but he doesn't pay the cat any attention.
"What-"
Tae looks up and Jungkook sees something flashing in his eyes.
Anger.
He's angry.
Why is he angry?
"I was supposed to be back yesterday," Tae speaks lowly.
Jungkook's stomach lurches and he says a prayer of thanks for that not being the case.
"But I got another hit."
"Oh, nice."
Jungkook is confused.
Why is he telling him this?
Then he looks down and sees a manila folder in Tae's hand, hanging limply.
"Why-"
Jungkook flinches slightly when Tae slams the folder onto the ground in front of him.
Yin bolts away and under the bed.
Jungkook looks at Tae in shock as the older hitman's eyes darken the longer he stares at his younger friend.
"You lied to me," Taehyung breathes, his hands shaking from the rage boiling inside him.
Jungkook's stomach turns as his eyes drag down from Tae's, all the way to the floor where the folder now lies.
A few pictures are spilling out of it.
And your smiling face is printed onto every single one.
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The Lost Korean Soldier Vo.2
Synopsis• A woman stumbles upon an unconscious man in a park and her life jumps from ordinary to extraordinary!
Genres• Romcom, Romance, NSFW, Jungkook is a pervert and a chubby chaser so watch out for that, Noncon touching, Violence, and profanity (Jungkook).
Duos• Soldier! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader
Purple=Korean💜
Tag-team @mwitsmejk @lolalee24 @mcusuperfreak @transparentprinceblr @flowery-hope @jinswifeyy @agustdboyoongie @ilovethewayyourheartbeats @mochiarcher @toughbook @couldadepressedpersondothis @omgsuperstarg
“ I’m sorry for ruining your lunch, Ji Sung I really do appreciate you helping.”
“Of course, anything for you.”
Oh, he means it, He's over the moon for you but you fail to notice his yearning for your attention, being the team leader of the office does have its advantages such as partnering himself with you, sitting at your desk right beside his, going the extra mile to be your support. Alas, it's a fruitless endeavor, you're completely oblivious to him. Poor Ji Sung, A grown man with a high school crush.
The stranger didn't take too kindly to Ji Sung hanging on your every syllable.
“Pathetic.”
Already not liking the expression on the stranger’s face, Ji-Sung leaned into your ear. “He looks like a handsome escaped convict, how are you so sure, he's not an international criminal?”
You snickered, playfully hitting his chest.
The stranger didn't like that either.
“Yah!” He yanked you into his strong arms, keeping a solid lock on your chubby waist. “Stay away from my woman, old bastard.”
💢
“You disrespectful little-” Ji Sung took a breath. “She’s her own person, she doesn't belong to”
“ I missed you, Peachy. It would've been better if you brought food instead of your grandfather...Or you knew that you keep me full all day long.” He smirked, gliding his hand to the soft curve of your ass-
“You have two seconds to move your hand before slap you into a different nationality.” You slapped his hand away.
💢💢
Ji Sung jerked you behind him. “Keep your hands off her!” taking another deep breath. “What’s your name?”
“Jeon Jeongukk; Marine corps, soldier 1146”
"A soldier?!.. By your instruction, You must be still in the force but...what is a Korean soldier going here? Are you a deserter?!"
Jungkook felt a pinch of pain attack his nerve. “ Ah, I can't remember...It hurts to think about it but all I can remember is waking up to peachy's face.”
“You're from Busan depending on your dialect.”
“Busan, Huh?…I’ll have to take your word for it, Old man.”
Tug Tug
“Oh, He said his name is Jeongukk.” Ji sung adored you clinging to his arm to peek at Jeongukk from behind him. “Apparently, He’s a soldier but that and his name is all he can remember.”
“Jeongukk.”
Jeongukk shifts his eyes to you, loving how his name rolls off your tongue. Makes him imagine how you would sound under him begging for your release and longing to be used.
“Ask him-.”
“Ah!!!” Jeongukk clutch his skull that felt like it is being torn apart. “Fuck!” A severe white shock surge through his brain resulting in a blackout.
"I can't thank you enough, Ji-Sung-"
" Yn, I don't think letting this rogue soldier into your home is a good idea, He could easily try anything and now that I think about it he was extra handsy in the hospital." Ji-Sung struggled to find the energy to finish his complaint while stabilizing his weight and the unconscious man on his back.
"Well, I'm the last opinion this pervert has."
You were fully aware of the stranger danger rule, of course, this isn't something to write back to your mother about but in a bizarre cosmic way, you felt responsible for him.
"Where should I-oof!" Ji-Sung collapsed the unbothered Jeongukk on the sofa along with himself. "Welp here's your new house guest."
"Goodnight."
Ji-Sung caught the door before the close. " If anything thing happens you call me." He physically had to force excuse him for your house.
But that brought a smile to your face. " Ok, Jin-Sung. I will see you, tomorrow. " You pleasantly close the door.
What a day for the history books.
You yawned.
Jeongukk out cold, maybe it’s safe for me to take a sleep…with the door locked, just in case.
……
Crash!
“Aish! What asshole puts glass plates on the top shelves!?” Jeongukk grumbled, putting up the shattered pieces of glasses.
Thump Thump Thump Thump
You arrived downstairs clutching the back scratcher, A nightgown hanging off your shoulders, and a faulty brave expression.
“Cute.” Jeongukk cleared his throat just to watch you jump in his direction. “What are you going to do? Scratch my back.”
"Oh, Zip it, I'm used to living alone."
Wait, Did she just-? " You understand me?... Could you understand me that whole time but in front of others you played dumb."
Upset? No. Intrigued? Yes. A cute teeny tiny hidden perk you had but kept a secret. Why? Jeongukk was itching to find out.
" I was married once upon a time to a Korean man and..." It's been so long since you spoke about him, I forgot how not to shed a tear by the thought of him. "Our marriage fell through-I became fluent in his native tongue for him" Your mind began to the dark side of your memories. " I did everything for him but I wasn't enough-"
"Bullshit. A dumbass like that doesn't deserve a peach-like you." He shrugged. " He's lost."
A small rush of warm blood inflamed your cheeks, you turn your back on him to fix your composure.
"Yah! What is-Where-Where is your real food?!" Outrage, Jeongukk threw your microwaveable delights onto the counter. “ Are you crazy?!-”
The sheer disappointment in his voice down a ridiculous load of frozen commercial tv dinners.
I'm feeling Gordon Ramsay vibes.
"There are no fresh foods insight, your living off processed food."
Am I getting scolded at 12:07am by a man I just met today about my meal plans?
"Listen, Jeongukk, I'm sorry I don't have this hearty hardcore diet but I don't have the time or the stamina to try."
"Uh, huh" He rolled eyes, trashing each and every so-called 'meal'.
You wedged yourself between him and the trash can, jumping to reach the last meal of its kind.
"Woman, This frozen shit will kill you before anything else in this world," Jeongukk stated, dangling the meal over your head.
"Then what do you expect me to do?"
Taking advantage of having you in his reach, Jeongukk slipped his hands around your chubby waist. He catches your wrist before your assault could reach his face. " Since, You asked, Peachy, Let's go to the store.”
Are you kidding me?! “Do you have any idea what time it is?! I'm not going to the store!” You shoved his chest. “And I told you about touching me.”
“It’s only twelve something. That's just enough time to go to the store and come back to cook.” Jeongukk smiled, putting his teeth on full display.
His teeth. They're so cute, it's hard to explain without comparing them to the big front teeth a rabbit would have...Oh, it's a small beauty mark under his bottom lip...he’s so pretty like it's inhuman-
Little did you know, while you were admiring his features he took your silence as a standoff challenge. This sudden approach of a challenge brings a gleaming sparkle to his eyes, A monster hidden in the windows of his soul called ‘competitiveness’.
Jeongukk's tongue made a tent in his cheek. “You wanna bet, Peachy.”
.....You gulped.
“Hello, My lovely night shoppers.”
That crazy son of a bitch did it. He actually dragged you out of the comfort of your home to take a trip to the Asian market at this ungodly hour and the spookier part is there are more night owls in your neighborhood than you thought.
Pajamas, Sweatpants, Pins, and curlers as far as the eyes can see. You guess that's the only upside to all this, at least you don't stick out like a sore thumb in your nightgown.
“Peachy, You're not allergic to anything are you?”
“Nope,” I answered, losing too much energy to put up a fight much longer.
Wait...Peachy!?-How long has he been calling me that?! More importantly, Why am I answering to it?
You scoffed. “My name is Yn not peachy.”
Jeongukk smirked. “ You didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier since you could understand me the all-time I met you.” He dropped a Korean radish in the cart. “Well..Yn, Your name suits you.”
“Insult?”
He snickered before leaning over lightly grazing the tip of your nose against his. “Compliment.” Jeongukk brushed the few strands of hair behind his ear that threaten to block his vision of you.
Speechless and rather flustered you looked away. “Hu-Hurray Up, I have work tomorrow!” You shoved his chest once again, heading off to a separate aise preferably something with sweets. You never realized how much you needed to brush up on the Korean language until the only thing you had to go off on is the pictures of the product.
“Strawberry..cake?”
“Strawberry Cakes. Your right, Peachy.” Jeongukk’s pop-up nearly gave you a heart attack. “....Strawberries...” Having a small epiphany, Jeongukk found it difficult to break the stare he had on the delicious vibrant strawberry.
“Hyung, Tae is stealing the strawberries off the cake!”
“Yah!”
“But they're so tasty.”
A flashback shot of familiar voices and faces through poor Jeongukk through the wringer.
“Jeongukk? Are you ok-Ah!” Jeongukk's head falls onto your chest, You were two seconds off slapping him until you realize he was losing consciousness. “Jeongukk!...Stay!..It’s Okay.”
......
Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep
Fuck my head...Ugh! Back here again. I hate hospitals. Damn, it's cold-I tried to pull the covers up and over me but it was being held by something or...someone.
Yn sat resting by Jeongukk's bedside. He admired his sleeping beauty in cheeky business attire. Yn woke up to Jeongukk’s slightest movement and scrambled to him throwing him into your embrace.
“You're alright! I was so worried.” You absentmindedly rake your fingers through Jeongukk's chocolate locks.
“I’m fine, Peachy...Did you spend the night here?”
“Yeah, I didn't want to leave you alone so I beg Lily to watch you for a couple of minutes so I could shower and get dressed for work....but I guess the shower made me drowsy I ended up falling asleep waiting for you to wake up.”
Dumbfounded, Now Jeongukk was the one avoiding eye contact. How cute and tiny you are in small, considered about his well-being even after meeting him a day ago, and...and “fuck, ” as he would say.
Yn took a closer look at the pink spread across Jeongukk’s cheeks. “Are you blushing?”
“What else am I supposed to do with you in my face like that!?” He whined.
“Yah! I-I was trying-I just happy to see you ok!” You blushed and whined louder due to your embarrassment. “Remind me not to care about you anymore!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!” You shouted back, marching out of the hospital making sure to slam the door behind you. “ That stupid! Little-!”
Blinded by your mixed emotions, You failed to see a familiar face in front of you. “Whoa!” Your ankle betrays you causing you to fail backward only to be caught before hitting the floor.
“Yn?”
“Dong-yeon?”
#bts imagines#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts imagination#bts imagine#bts smut#jungkook x reader#bts x chubby reader#yandere jungkook x reader#jungkook x chubby reader#poly ot7#jeon jungguk#kwak dong yeon#dongyeon x reader
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avid || jjk (m)
pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader
genre: 18+, smut
summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target
warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.
wc: 4k
note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)
jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.
he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.
a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.
of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.
he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?
this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.
he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.
over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.
he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.
so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.
jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.
oh how badly he wanted a taste.
when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.
he grinned.
it was time.
"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"
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when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.
ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.
so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.
it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.
"hello, handsome."
jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.
throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.
when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.
“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.
the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.
despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.
"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.
"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"
the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.
“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.
when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.
everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.
you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?
'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.
the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.
not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.
you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.
the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.
he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.
a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.
as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”
the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.
with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.
“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.
but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.
fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.
"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."
those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.
each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.
despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.
the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.
he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.
the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.
you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.
he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.
“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.
his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.
"please do."
“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.
jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.
moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.
"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.
the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).
"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.
“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.
it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.
you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.
as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.
you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).
with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.
you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.
the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.
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— jjk x (f) reader
summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.
warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true,
rating; mature (18+)
misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v
wc; 4.6k
notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩❤️💋👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩
You’re at work when it happens.
It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.
You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.
You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.
You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.
But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.
It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.
“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.
There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.
But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.
you what’s this about?
You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—
As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.
jungkook♡ what time u get off?
jungkook♡ miss you bad baby
Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.
You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.
you 4pm :(
Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.
jungkook♡ fuck
jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing
jungkook♡ please ?
You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.
you seamless black thong
you the one you bought me at the last vs sale
Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.
jungkook♡ mm
jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?
You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.
Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.
jungkook♡ u soaked those
jungkook♡ came fast that day
jungkook♡ want u so bad
Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.
you mm
you makin me wet bunny
It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.
When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.
It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.
You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.
Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.
Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.
jungkook♡ im so fckin hard
jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby
jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??
Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.
It doesn’t help.
Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.
you after work
you promise
Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.
Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.
The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.
A pleasant surprise awaits.
It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.
But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.
jungkook♡ ???
jungkook♡ ????what is that
jungkook♡ baby please
jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??
jungkook♡
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jungkook♡ baby
jungkook♡ what does it mean
jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane
jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice
jungkook♡ fuck please just
And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.
You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.
Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.
But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.
Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.
But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.
He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.
“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.
“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.
Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.
“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.
“Uh huh,” he says.
The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”
He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”
Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.
But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.
The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”
You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”
He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”
You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”
“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”
A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”
Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”
Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”
“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”
He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”
Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”
“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.
Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”
You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.
“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”
The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”
Admittedly, no.
Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.
So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.
“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.
Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”
A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.
“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.
“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.
“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.
You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.
He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.
When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.
“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.
Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”
You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.
Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.
you shift ends in 20
jungkook♡ sweet
jungkook♡ got your seat ready
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The Conqueror (IX)
Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.
Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader (FT SANA from Twice and Cha Eunwoo From ASTRO.)
Disclaimer: proceed with caution, this can be triggering. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl. Do not romanticise this.
Warnings: EXTREME THEMES, GORE DESCRIPTION, MU*DER WARNING, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, BLOOD, lots of it, crying, YANDERE BEHAVIOUR, obsession, craziness.
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The gatekeeper’s body was screaming at him to run away and never look back, beads of sweat ran across his face, his eyes were wide, unshed tears filling them, his breath was hitched in his throat as the cold silver of the pointy sharp sword made contact with his sweaty skin, his mind was panicking, and his heart was thumping like never before.
Death stood right in front of his eyes. It was cold in the dungeons, scarily so. The darkness only made his heart shudder with fear. It was suffocating.
The king had his sword on the neck of his servant, no one could save him, Jungkook was seeing red, his jaw clenched while glaring at the trembling man right before him. “M-My king pl-please h-h-have merc-cy!” The guard stuttered, his voice came out weak and absolutely horrified.
Jungkook ignored his desperate plea as he pushed the sword into the gatekeeper’s neck further.
A loud whimper left the man’s mouth. He looked around him to see his own future, there laid another body of his fellow, his dead eyes staring right at him, blood splattered across the marble floor as the head of his friend sat right across his dead corpse, in the poodle of its own blood. “Look at him carefully, wonwoo because this is going to be you soon. All of you will be ruined if I can’t find her!” Jungkook gritted his teeth in anger, “I will ruin everything!” He punched the man, repeatedly, his frustration was only building up.
The man cried as his attention diverted back to the king. Jungkook gritted his teeth, his crazy eyes glared at his guard, his mind was going insane, It was hard for jungkook to stop himself from killing the other one, all he was seeing was blood.
You had left him and they weren’t even present? “Do you realise what has happened?!?” Jungkook pulled his sword back from the man’s neck and kicked him hard, causing for him to fall on the ground., “she is gone!” Jungkook screamed at him as he continued to kick him in the guts, a few grunts and cries of pain left the injured man, but jungkook didn’t stop. “TELL ME! Why weren’t you present at my door! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!!?” Jungkook had gone insane. His hits were brutal, the man cried until he passed out from the pain.
Jungkook finally seemed to stop, inhaling a deep breath as he spat at the limp body. “If I can’t find her, all of you will be dead.” Jungkook began to chuckle, the sound of it was scary, mad. His feet were dancing in the poodle of blood, until he heard another set of footsteps.
Jungkook crossed his arms across his back, not bothering to turn back to look.
“Y-Your majesty!” The man stuttered, Jungkook immediately sensed the urgency in his voice.
“What is it? Did you find her?” Jungkook growled. He didn’t sound normal. “…yes, your majesty.”
Jungkook turned his head around, his heart hammered inside his rib cage, he looked frantically at the messenger. “W-What?!?”
This time, jungkook stuttered, disbelief and relief took over him, he wanted to jump around! He couldn’t believe his ears.
“R-Really?!?” The messenger nodded, weakly, jungkook sensed his tense body language. “Where is she!?? Tell me NOW!” He grabbed the man by his collars, his teeth munching on his tongue.
He was already growing impatient. “SPEAK NOW UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST!”
His fist clenched, jungkook almost felt desperate now, where were you?
“I-In the Red Wing! My imp-imperial majesty!”
How could you leave him? You were not safe out there all alone. “There is something e-else I need to let you know, my King.” The man stuttered again, Jungkook turned around in curiosity. “Go ahead!” He commanded.
“T-There has been a murder in the palace, Your majesty!”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.
It was eerily quiet and awfully dark outside of the wing, you couldn’t see a soul wandering out, your eyes kept searching to find someone,
Someone that could help you.
You clicked your tongue in frustration, unable to spot anyone, then your eyes dropped to your clothing.
“Fuck! Anyone will be able to find me because of this red silk…” time was ticking and it was not safe for you to be out here. You were anxious and desperate. And you needed to get out of these clothes as soon as possible.
If only you saw a woman… you could switch with her.
You made your way towards the bushes, the almost black sky scared you, but you still couldn’t risk someone from the king’s wing to see you, they must be already looking for you?
Or maybe not. You hoped not…. You couldn't help but wonder where Jungkook went? Did he go to fuck someone? You scoffed at the thought.
To hell with him, why do I care! You shook your head, you didn’t care right?
You shouldn’t, you shook your head again. But a part inside you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
You closed your eyes, your heart felt sick all of a sudden.
Y/N…. No.. you don’t care.
Please God… help me! Your legs were aching from running so much. Thankfully, you were near the red wing, the wing where the women of the palace resided…
You quickly hid behind the bush in the yard. The leaves made rattling noises as you settled behind it, your hair made it difficult for you to see.
“Who’s there?” You heard an unfamiliar female voice, the voice was clear and loud.
Someone was near you.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. Someone had seen you… you looked to see a familiar face.
It was one the consort. You gasped, it was a really familiar face.
Jungkook ran as fast as he could, his heart dropped to his chest, panic clouded his mind, he did not have a good feeling about this…
No no no… his mind couldn’t help but think of the worst thing.
No… Jungkook doesn’t know what he’ll do if what he’s thinking turns out to be true. The guards behind him were unable to meet their kings pace. Jungkook ran like his life depended on it to the red wing.
He almost knocked the door out with the speed he opened it with. “WHERE IS SHE?!?” His voice boomed, He screamed at the people gathered around. His firm steps made people bow down to him, as he stepped inside the courtroom, the atmosphere turned tense, “My k-king…” the old lady stepped up, walking toward her king with limping steps. “Mrs lee! WHERE IS MY Y/N! Where is she? Why are these girls gathered around the corner?!?” Jungkook didn’t wait for the old woman to reply as his heart was already sinking.
The women quickly made room for the king as he joined the group.
And he was sure that heart exploded in his chest as his gaze fell upon the disfigured bloody body, in those freakishly familiar clothes.
“Y-Y/N!!!!” Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears gathered in his eyes, his heart stopped as he fell to the ground, his body shook.
His mind shut down at the woman’s next words.
“She was found dead.. your majesty.”
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Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)
Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.
Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader
Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe
Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)
Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)
Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys
Taglist: @seagulljk
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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.
“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”
“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”
“Who else doesn’t know?”
“Everyone knows actually.”
“Oh girl, that’s not good.”
“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.
“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”
Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.
“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.
“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.
“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”
“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”
“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”
“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”
“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”
“You should text them and tell them.”
“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.
“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”
“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”
“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”
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Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!
Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.
“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.
“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.
“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”
“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.
“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.
“If you want babe.”
“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again…should I join you?”
You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.
“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.
“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”
“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.
“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.
The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.
“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.
“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”
“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.
“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.
“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”
~~~~~~~
You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?
“Jungkook—”
“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.
You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.
“Nope.”
You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.
“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”
“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”
That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.
“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.
“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”
You feel yourself go pale.
“I—”
“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”
“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”
“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.
“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”
He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.
“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”
“What?! Jungkook no—”
“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”
“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”
“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”
“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”
“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.
“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.
“Let go of me, y/n.”
“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”
“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.
“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”
“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”
~~~~~
“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”
“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”
“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”
“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”
“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”
You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.
“Coming?”
“Yes.”
You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.
“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.
“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.
Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.
“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”
“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.
“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.
“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”
Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.
“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”
“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”
“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”
“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”
Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,
“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.
“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.
“Baby, I wouldn’t—”
“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”
Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.
“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”
Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.
Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.
The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.
“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”
You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.
“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”
“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.
“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”
“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”
“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”
“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”
“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.
“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”
“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”
You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?
“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”
“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”
“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”
“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.
“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”
Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.
“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”
“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.
“Baby that’s not—”
“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.
“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.
You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.
“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.
“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.
“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.
“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”
Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.
“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”
Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.
“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”
Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.
“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.
“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.
“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”
“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.
“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.
“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”
Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.
“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”
“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.
“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.
“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”
“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”
“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”
“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”
“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”
“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”
“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.
“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”
“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”
“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.
“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.
“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.
You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.
“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.
“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.
“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.
“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.
“Good.”
You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.
“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.
“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.
“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”
“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.
“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”
You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.
“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.
“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.
You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.
You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.
“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.
You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.
“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.
You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.
“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.
“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.
“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.
“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.
“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.
“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.
“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”
“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”
Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.
“Need me?”
“Always need you.”
Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.
Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.
Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.
“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.
He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.
You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.
“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.
“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”
You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.
“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”
Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.
“Words baby.”
“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.
“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.
“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.
He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.
“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.
“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.
Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.
“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.
“Sit.”
“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”
“You can and you will.”
You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.
“hurry.”
You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.
“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.
“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.
“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”
“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”
“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.
He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.
“Jungkook I can’t.”
He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.
“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.
“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.
“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.
“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”
Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.
“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.
“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.
“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”
~~~~~~
Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.
“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.
“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you t—”
His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.
“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”
“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.
“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.
“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”
“It’s okay baby.”
“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”
“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”
“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”
“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”
“I just mean…be without you.”
“Oh.”
“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”
“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”
~~~~~~
“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.
“Something like that.”
“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”
“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.
“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”
You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”
Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.
“So, are you all packed?”
“Getting there.”
“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.
“Trust me, I know.”
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