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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…”

Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane.

Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot.

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form.

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds.

They were his favorite.

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this.

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month.

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity.

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings.

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream.

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him.

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping.

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since!

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind.

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck.

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching.

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go.

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen.

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins.

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?”

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.”

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.”

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here.

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action.

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes.

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high.

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time.

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down.

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.”

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now.

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly.

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist.

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy.

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can.

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck.

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer.

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question.

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.”

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides.

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry.

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes.

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be.

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest.

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly.

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?”

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign.

He strikes while the iron is still hot.

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion.

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort.

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months.

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it.

Kinda.

Probably.

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over.

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing.

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders.

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off.

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face.

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing.

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting.

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.)

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you.

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone.

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more.

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs.

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it.

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him.

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top.

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror.

He’s never seen you like this before.

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life.

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips.

And then something unforgivable happens.

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information.

Your hand.

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face.

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant.

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.”

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.”

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him.

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him.

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip.

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now.

The sympathy doesn’t last long.

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams.

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand.

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this.

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches.

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are.

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out.

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him.

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead.

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.”

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands.

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!)

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead.

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises.

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock.

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon.

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time.

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.”

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago.

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap.

There was never a choice.

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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

CHAPTER ONE – PARTNERS

Ah, yes, the start of this whole wild ride. I’ve always loved the whole nerd/popular person trope in fanfics, so it was only a matter of time before I tried my hand at it too. One thing I was adamant about was not making this a “popular person turns nerd hot/confident/better” fic as its kind of one of my least favorite cliches. With that in mind, and knowing that I was going to allude to TATBILB’s contract, I decided that I wanted Y/N to gain as much from the deal as Jungkook did. No blackmail, no just agreeing for the hell of it – Y/N was going to further herself and her dreams given the opportunity.

The beginning of the chapter is where the two are most separated and dissimilar throughout the whole story. It wasn’t that they were fundamentally different, it was that they approached life differently. Y/N was frustrated at how superficial Jungkook seemed, because she believes there is much more to life than just kicking your feet up and cracking jokes.

On the other hand, Jungkook didn’t understand why Y/N was so tense and on guard. To him, life was meant to enjoy and not take so seriously. Which makes sense, given that he grew up with minimal rules and minimal worries (bare minimum partners wassup !)

“So, do we have a deal? Partners?” There was mischievous timber to his words, the kind that made you feel as if this would all later come back to bite you in the ass.

Pushing that pestering thought away, you took his hand into yours, holding his eyes as you gave it a firm shake.

“Partners.”

God, this bit. I knew from the minute I wrote it that I was writing the ending of bitchin’ along with it. I knew this was exactly how I was going to end this story, bc the word partners has multiple means right? In chapter 1, this meant business partners, but in the final chapter… it means life partners. Idk, I’m just still really happy with this writing decision :D

CHAPTER TWO – THE CONTRACT

Dearest Yara. We meet her in chapter two don’t we? Yara is completely based off of my irl best friend Yara who is a writer and who helped me A LOT with this story. She was my biggest supporter throughout figuring out this crazy plot. It was initially only about seven parts, but with her help I managed to bump it up to 10! Everybody say thank you Yaraaaa.

You were angry, that much was evident to her. Yara was sat in your shared dorm’s living room, a thick blanket engulfing her small frame. You briefly glanced towards the TV, it was tuned into MTV, the familiar music video of Every Breath You Take by The Police playing, before directing your glare back onto the copper-haired girl.

The song reference is a direct allusion to writer Yara’s fic, which is one of my favorite fics by her. She was actively writing it around the start of our friendship so it only felt right to pay respects to her. The introduction of her character felt necessary imo bc I wanted to make sure Y/N had a life outside Jungkook. Plus, I got to use the scenes between the two girls as a way to reference the music and culture scene. Yara is especially a fan of the powerful women in the music industry at the time, i.e., Madonna, Annie Lennox, Cyndi Laupner, etc.) Yara is a raging feminist and believer in sexual freedom and libery for women, we do in fact have to stan.

“How old do you think your sister is?”

“Hey, don’t sass me. For your information, Lyanna still has all her Care Bear tapes. She threw a hissy fit when my mom tried to give them away last Christmas.” Yara recalled.

Lyanna is one of writer Yara’s past pseudonyms. She always used to joke about how whenever she read it, it was confusing because there was Y/N, Yara and Lyanna, which were technically all her lolol.

FUNNY STORY ABOUT THE CONTRACT I INSERTED INTO THIS PICTURE… Twitter found it and made it into somewhat of a meme because no one knew it came from a fic rip. I was actually rly embarrassed and even wrote some posts about how much twitter scared me on my blog LMAO. but THEN weirdly enough, I actually stumbled upon a small community on twitter who actually found my fic and would TWEET ABOUT IT!!! LIKE REACTIONS TO EACH UPDATE!!! I wish I could go back in time and remember how giddy I was the first time I found a tweet about my fic. The fanfic community on twitter gave me a new love for the site (which I had previously had removed myself from because of its toxicity) and I have met so many wonderful people because of it. People even made themselves a little twitter group chat to talk about my fics, and now we are all friends! I miss posting a chapter of bitchin’ and refreshing my twitter feed as all my mutuals would post memes and live tweet their reactions. God that made me so fucking happy.

CHAPTER THREE – THE ROLLERSKATING DATE

I love the bickering in this chapter, because unlike the bickering in the first chapter, it’s actually less hostile and more playful. Y/N is slowly letting her guard down to the very persistently charming Jungkook.

“Woah. Family of six, huh? So you have siblings then.” He noted.

“Yep. Three.”

“Tell me about them.”

Looking up from where you were slipping on your second skate, you met Jungkook’s eyes, surprised to see genuine interest in them.

I actually originally had Y/N brush him off here. I was going to wait until the drunk party scene for Y/N to open up about her family and relationship with her sisters. But then I kind of thought to myself… Why? Y/N made peace with it and doesn’t hold onto those insecurities anymore. And objectively, Jungkook hasn’t proven himself to be a bad person so… I let Y/N open herself up to him.

“Then there’s the twins, Rosa and Lia.”

“Hold on. Twins? Wait… did they go to our high school?” Jungkook asked, his interest in this conversation doubled.

“Yep. They were two grades above us.” You confirmed.

“Oh shit, yeah, I remember your sisters, they were mad hot.” Jungkook let out a low whistle, before stiffening, flashing you an apologetic look. “Uh, in a totally non-meathead way.”

You offered the scared-looking boy a small smile, shaking your head.

Some of y’all notice but, Rosa and Lia are a blatant homage to my name: Roselia. ACTUALLY some form of my name can be found in every one of the rewind series fics, including upcoming ones. I’ll give a cookie to whoever can find every single mention hehe.

“I told you it was dumb.” You laughed nervously.

It wasn’t that you cared much about what Jungkook thought but you had a feeling a guy like him, who was popular and carefree, wouldn’t be able to sympathize in the way you would like him to.

“No, I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

Jungkook certainly was surprised. You had built up quite the impression on him from the very moment you two met. It was hard to imagine that the girl who was so unapologetically herself was ever unsure or insecure.

Somehow, the idea tugged at his heart, as if he understood you more if only just a little.

From the get go, Jungkook was extremely drawn to just how confident and secure Y/N was in herself. I knew I wanted Y/N to be unapologetically sure of herself and in her abilities. Something I didn’t want, however, was for frat boy!jungkook’s only personality traits to be liking sex and being a cocky bastard (although I am a big consumer of that trope heh). Jungkook is actually canonly incredibly insecure. He lacks a real sense of self, which is why he is so desperate for Kiri back. His relationship with Kiri at that time was a big part of what he thought was himself. He has somewhat of low self esteem tbh which is why he’ll go back to a woman who treated him unfairly. That’s why he comes off the way he does in the first chapter and why Y/N thinks he has a big ego... he’s overcompensating. He finds it so endlessly fascinating that Y/N, in all her confident glory, was actually once super insecure. He admires her all the more once she opens up about her past.

“Oh, Rosa is an intern for our hometown’s newspaper but between you and me those assholes don’t even let her write. She does coffee and burger runs for men in charge. And Lia sells ice cream at the mall.”

“What about your brother?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s training to be a cop just like my dad.”

“And your mom?”

“She works at a convenience store.”

All their careers resemble people in the latest Stranger Things season (Nancy, Steve, Hopper, and Joyce). Fun Cameo there.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered, following his eyes.

“October 16th, 1985. 6:48PM.”

“Yes. That’s today’s date and time. What about it?” You pressed, growing confused.

“Remember it.” He warned.

“Why?”

“It’s when I fell in love with you.”

This iconic line I actually got from the real Jeon Jungkook himself. While Jungkook wasn’t actually in love with Y/N here, it certainly was a cute way for him to express his admiration for her.

OH HERE’S A FUN FACT: the hickey scene at the end of this chapter where JK and Y/N kiss for the first time was actually supposed to be Yara giving Y/N the hickey like the best friend she is. Ultimately I went with JK giving it for... smut purposes... ≖‿≖

CHAPTER FOUR – THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

The decision for Y/N to be Freddie Krueger came from me planning to be him for Halloween. And I was! JK as Glen Lantz just followed naturally. I’ve seen some great edits of him as the character. Truly chef’s kiss.

I really liked that Jungkook came over to the girl’s dorm to get ready. I didn’t want a scene where Y/N was thrown into a situation she was uncomfortable with which is how much Nerd At A Party Scene go so made sure Jungkook stayed by her side throughout the part, going out of his way to introducing her to the people he cared about.

Tae’s character came in when I realized I needed a way to actually put Y/N’s event in motion. He was the missing link and BOY did you guys eat his character right up huh. Love that for me.

Another thing, the confrontation with Kiri was so hard to write guys, I reeaaaally struggle with girl conflict. GIRLS SHOULD SUPPORT GIRLS. However, not everyone gets along in real life so I went with Kiri being more along the lines of petty rather than outwardly a cunt to Y/N. Realistically, Kiri is popular and well liked among the greek life so being unkind to someone she hardly knows wouldn’t make sense. There’s definitely tension between these two but I tried my best to steer away from the typical cat fight/revenge porn/public humiliation trope most movies seem to follow.

CHAPTER FIVE – THE FIRST TIME

Introduction to Erik!!!! It was really important to me that Y/N had a life before Jungkook. That's why I wrote in Y/N having a fiancé. She’s not opposed to love, she just has reshifted her focus. She knows what she wants and is choosing to focus on that, which why when she realizes she’s falling for Kookie she’s so hesitant to admit it because she’s fallen down that road before. Even though Jungkook treats her with respect and acknowledges the parts of her she’s most proud of, she just isn’t willing to possibly give up her passions for love. Which is why she doesn’t immediately confess to him, even once she’s sure she loves him.

“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.

“The sun?” You laughed.

“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”

Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.

“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”

And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.

No real commentary here. Just love this bit. It’s probably my favorite interaction between them two ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

“Also… She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.

Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.

“Yara?”

“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”

Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.

Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”

Ugh yes, some character development from Yara.... the flavor ! Yara (much like Y/N and JK) also struggles with love. She has a real fear of commitment and if far more comfortable with casual sex than relationships. She did develop actual feelings for Eunwoo, she just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment so she cut him off. Fleed the scene if you will. Typical gemini smh my head.

"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.

“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.

“You think?”

“Totally. Think of it as… a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.

“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”

You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.

“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.

GOD THEY’RE SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER ITS DISGUSTING!!!!!! I’m really happy I decided not to make sleeping together a big deal and I got a lot of feedback from you guys agreeing! I had a lot of fun with these two’s sex scenes knowing they could do it whenever they wanted.

CHAPTER SIX – THE STEM EVENT

I started the scene with smut BUT I wanted to point out that much of their time spent together is at Y/N dorm, Jungkook either napping, hanging out or doing work as Y/N would study like she always did. I liked the idea that Jungkook would get bored and would want attention from Y/N because she was so focused. Idk, I just wanted to write a love story about two people spending time together and figuring out how they fit in each other’s lives as opposed to some dramatic I mEeT HiM aNd mY LiFe bEcAmE cRaZy. There’s nothing wrong with that plot line, I just didn’t want that for these two dorks. I wanted Y/N to interact with JK’s scene and crowd but not give up her own which is why most days JK and her just lounged around in her dorm studying.

Also, I don’t know how the teacher/student roleplay made it into the smut, it just did, no further questions (ʃ⌣́_⌣́ƪ).

Then the event scene.

“You’re whipped, dude! Seriously.”

Jungkook felt his face go red, “Shut up, no, I’m not.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I get it. That’s your girl.” Taehyung shrugged. Jungkook placed a hand on the fold up table in front of him, staring down at the information pamphlet you had worked so hard on.

“She’s just… so fucking driven and passionate about everything she does. Sometimes I look at her, and I’m just like… holy shit, what am I doing with a girl like her? I feel like she’s totally out of my league and being with me is holding her back but— I dunno, man. I just… really like her.” Jungkook revealed, voice growing small.

An unexpected wave of tenderness fell over the two boys, Taehyung throwing an arm over his little brother’s shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, bro.”

Jungkook didn’t know it just yet but dude was talking from the heart and, is in fact, totally whipped :’c

I loved the confrontation scene between the boys and Eunwoo because the boys standing up for Yara really did make everyone feel like a friend group, not just some character who happen to exist at the same time. It wasn’t just Y/N and Yara and one side and the boys on the other. They would all become friends, which is ideal to me. A boyfriend who likes your best friend and considers her a friend so you can all hang out??? Yes please.

Initially, irl Yara and I had noooo clue if Yara would end up with Eunwoo or not. That was actually the original goal actually. But after this chapter four, you guys made it ABUNDANTLY clear that you guys wanted to see Taeyara, despite the two never even meeting! Honestly, it wasn’t until this chapter was written that we decided for sure that Eunwoo was out of the picture for Yara. Part of me really wanted to keep Yara single, but irl Yara insisted on dick and frankly, she’s right. Bitchin’ Yara deserved a shot at love. She definitely has her own story outside of Bitchin’ and will experience a lot of growth in the future.

“God, I know. I do not miss that temper of his.” She chuckled, her words piquing your interest.

“Temper?”

“Oh, yeah. Have you seriously not experienced it yet? He’s got some gnarly anger issues. Not to mention all the lying…” Kiri paused suddenly, straightening up as she flashed you an apologetic look. “Yikes, I’m sorry. I totally should not be telling you this. I’m not trying to be that gross girl that shit talks her ex to his current girlfriend.”

Miss Kiri, Miss Kiri. She really acted up this chapter didn’t she. There was a lot of discussion about whether or not those things she said about Jungkook were true. Which was exactly what I wanted hehe. We come to find out that Kiri had definitely stretched the truth. She really is good at manipulation and understanding how people think and it’s why she is in the role that she is in. Messy queen.

CHAPTER SEVEN – THE ROOFTOP DATE

This entire chapter was inspired by High School Musical with Troy and Gabriella’s rooftop garden scenes. This was my shortest chapter and honestly, probably not my strongest. I definitely went into writing this with zero concept of what I actually wanted to happen. Usually when I write my chapters I have a 4k long outline of it beforehand that I go off of. Not this one though. I really just winged it and I tried my best to write a chapter that really showed off (dialogue wise) just how this couple bounces off each other. I do really like some of the banter they have in this chapter.

You had taken note a little wooden popsicle stick poking up from the soil of the yellow flowers. Acacias, they were marked. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you considered his words.

Yellow acacias stands the value of true friendship and can indicate a secret love! I thought that was very appropriate given these dummies' relationship.

“So, you probably know why I brought you here.”

You nodded.

“You’re proposing, right?”

“Yeah, I– oh, shut up.” He laughed, the serious mood shattering as you joined him.

Even though I knew they were going to have a semi serious talk, what with Y/N asking about what Kiri had told her, these two dufuses realistically are just too comfortable with each other to stay serious for too long.

“Hey, I said that out of frustration, I didn’t really mean it. I’m sure she’ll come crawling back soon.” You attempted to comfort him, hoping to sound sincere.

“Even if that’s true, I’m not entirely sure I want that anymore.”

“What?” You blinked. Jungkook shrugged.

“What about us?” He met your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.

“What about us?”

Jungkook stared at you for a moment, noting the way the timber in your voice had become higher pitched as if panicked.

MORE FUN FACTS LMFAO: I typically do this thing with unplanned chapters where I just go for it and write and usually it works out. But when I wrote this down I remember stopping and being like ??? WHY DID I JUST WRITE THAT ??? I don’t like deleting my writing so I had a serious think to myself about whether this was going to be the moment Jungkook confessed or not.

Canonly, I decided that Jungkook did in fact mean ‘us’ in a romantic sense, but because of the way you perceivably panicked at that possible meaning, he decided against taking the conversation in that direction, instead speaking about ‘us’ in a platonic sense. Poor kookie :(

“Stop. Listen to me, Jungkook, you’re a fucking great guy, okay? You’re charismatic and funny and care about your friends… sure, you almost ruined my event, but it was mostly to defend my best friend when Eunwoo got too pushy, right? You’re a good guy, meathead. I know I joke about your ego, but I really believe you’re capable of more than you think you are. Seriously, Kiri is so lucky to be the object of your affection.”

Jungkook watched the way the sun’s orange light kissed your face, a bittersweet feeling growing in his chest as he contemplated the object of his affection. Just a couple of months ago, he would have had no doubt about who held his heart, but as you held his stare, he found himself unsure and yet, entirely sure all the same.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You frowned, catching in the sadness in his eyes.

“Hm? Yeah, yeah. I just… realized something.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“…It doesn’t matter.” He smiled, the gesture hardly reaching his eyes.

It’s in this moment that Jungkook decides that there is no way you hold the same affection towards him that he does to you. He mistakes your words of comfort as you pushing him away. You are so kind and encouraging and Jungkook loves you so much that hearing you insist about him ending back up with Kiri hurts him so bad.

But you are still unsure about your feelings and genuinely believe that's still what Jungkook wants. You’re just being a supportive friend!! :( It isn’t until the end of this chapter when Y/N has her talk with Yara that she realizes, oh man, she’s in deep.

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE MISTAKE

BLAH. This chapter is so BLAH, you know? Having to write this chapter was SO HARD. I texted irl Yara complaining about how much I hated having to put my characters through this and that I wanted to just end the story on chapter 7 and keep them happy forever. BUT ALAS! I had planned for this to happen from the start.

You tasted like the mint of your favorite brand of toothpaste. He imagined if he had caught you any later then the mint would have been accompanied by the taste of coffee, knowing the way you rarely started a day without a cup.

God, he had missed the taste of you.

What you guys didn’t see is Jungkook spending the night with Kiri, and immediately kicking her out, freaking out as the weight of guilt washed over him. He knew he had done nothing wrong, that you weren’t his real girlfriend, and that getting back together with Kiri was exactly what he had signed up for. It was what he should’ve wanted. But it wasn't… because you were what he wanted. And that was exactly what he was going to tell you as he marched over to your apartment.

But he panicked. His mind already decided that your answer to him would be no– that you didn’t feel the same. So he kissed you. He had you in the only way he was allowed to. He was selfish and impulsive and so incredibly scared that he ended up hurting the person he loved the most.

Initially though, I had Jungkook get back together with Kiri, not that he slept with her right before sleeping with Y/N. But I decided TEEHEE let me just make everything erupt into flames. However, I didn’t realize just how angry with Jungkook you guys would get. I remember thinking DAMMIT WAS THAT TOO SCANDALOUS?? I knew I was going to have to work hard for Jungkook to redeem himself to my readers.

“She wants to get back together.” Jungkook swallowed dryly, eyes wavering between yours as if to gauge your reaction.

“…Oh.”

You shook your head.

“I mean, wow! That’s… That’s great!” You smiled, something tearing apart inside you as the words left your lips.

“Y/N–”

“Seriously! This means it worked, right? This is exactly what you wanted to happen.” You enthused, turning your head so that he couldn’t see the way your eyes had welled up.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you.

“Yeah… yeah, no, you’re right. We did it.” He replied monotonously.

GOD THIS PART IS SO UNBELIEVABLY FRUSTRATING! JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YOU MORONS! This entire situation is so convoluted because there's so much information missing and not being expressed, I seriously want to ring my own neck rereading this bit.

“Are you mad?” He called out cautiously, a heavy feeling falling onto his chest.

“Why would I be mad?” You quipped back sharply, causing Jungkook to flinch. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“I just thought… I mean we’ve been fooling around a lot lately, so I didn’t know if—”

“If what? I had feelings for you?” You scoffed. “Please, as if I’d ever fall for you.”

And there it was— everything Jungkook already knew but had been so afraid to hear. Of course, you didn’t feel for him what he felt for you. How could he have expected anything different?

IDIOTS!!! THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS!!! I don't know how y'all put up with this for so long. Forgive me.

CHAPTER NINE – THE BREAK

Okay I actually love this chapter. And for many reasons. Let me break down the three scenes for you guys.

Scene one: Kiri confrontation

Kiri is definitely an opposing antagonist. She is constantly working against Y/N because of their interests directly conflicting. BUT. I would argue that the biggest antagonist to this story is the inner ones – Y/N and Jungkook's lack of ability to admit their feelings constantly holding them both back from their happy ending. That being said, a confrontation scene between Y/N and Kiri was MUCH needed. While I suppose I can understand why Kiri doesn't like Y/N, that doesn't change the fact that she has been disrespectful and catty. So miss Y/N had to put Miss Kiri in her place (•̀ᴗ•́)

Scene two: Yara and Tae at the library

Fanservice. That is all. LMFAOOO y'all reallllyyy wanted it to happen and who am I to deny my people what they want. It was really fun getting to explore my side characters and develop them through interactions outside the two main characters. IRL Yara also mentioned giving bitchin’ Yara and Tae their own chapter as a joke and I was like LOL BET. I fully was going to but then I got the idea for the next scene and was like ahh ok maybe not the whole chapter.

Scene three: Meeting with Erik

So. This was a SUPER last minute decision. Like, it wasn’t until I was writing this chapter that I planned on Erik making an appearance. I saw a tweet with someone saying their bitchin theories and they mentioned Erik appearing out of nowhere and I was like,,, HOLD ON!!!! That could be kind of spicy ≖‿≖

I knew for a fact JK was NOT going to be forgiven in this chapter; I needed a way to lay the situation out between the two dorks without trying to seem like I was trying to sway my audience in a way that didn't make sense to the story. Y/N was rightfully angry. But she wasn't only angry about the timing of the sex. She was angry that Jungkook went back to Kiri at all and there was no way she was going to admit that. So who better to lay it all out than calculated, unbiased third party Erik. He deserved some character development after all.

I also liked the idea that Y/N had, in theory, “romantic options.” Losing Jungkook didn’t mean the end of her life. Having my female lead stand on her own was very important to me.

CHAPTER TEN – THE END

RIGHT OF THE BAT I needed Jungkook to suffer. So that whole scene where he tries to interact with his old group only for his presence to make everything awkward MMMM yes, sweet revenge on my part.

You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.

THE WAY SO MANY PEOPLE COMMENTED ON THIS LINE “but Y/N liked it long?!?” IS SO FUNNNYyyyy. So let me clarify a thing. Jungkook had always wanted to cut his hair right. The only reason he didn’t was because Y/N told him not to. With Y/N no longer in the picture to convince him out of it, he cut his hair. That’s really all there is to it skfjsjf.

You know, I had written this part around the time I had just finished up the third ch believe it or not. And it was COMPLETELY different. I had it planned that Yara and Y/N ignored him throughout class and Yara had gone back after the bell rang to go verbally assault JK. And as the two hashed it out, only then was that when Jungkook would realize that he liked Y/N after Yara literally spelled it out for him.

“You like her, dumbass!” Was what I had written Yara saying. I really had written him in denial for ten chapters, I was a whole sociopath (╥﹏╥). But ultimately, I decided that Jungkook came to that conclusion on his own and the decision to apologize to Y/N would have been made over winter break.

“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“I’m—”

“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.

“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.

Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.

“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”

Man :( writing this hurt my heart. I really, really, love bitchin!y/n and writing her hurting freaking stinks. But she had to speak her mind. She deserves the chance to get everything off her chest with the way Jungkook hurt her.

Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you. Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.

The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.

You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.

“I slept with Erik.”

Hehe. Ofc my girl Y/N had to have a rebound!!! She knows that life goes on. However, as I wrote in, she definitely regretted it. It was kind of the same situation that Jungkook was in where he pursued something just because it was familiar and a distraction and not because he really wanted it. Both Y/N and Jungkook are flawed characters but that’s okay! If anything, Y/N’s mistake of sleeping with Erik is what allows her to forgive Jungkook. Knowing first hand how complicated their entire relationship really was.

“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.

Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.

I got this line from one of my best friends after her ex broke up with her. It made me physically sad and really sympathize with her so I quickly wrote it down into my notes app to save for later LMAOOOO. Knowing that you are your own person and life will inevitably go on after losing someone, but that your heart still wants and is pleading for the one person you can’t have. SO SAD. I’m happy I got to use this line in one of my fics.

The note Jungkook wrote Y/N,,, imagine him not being able to sleep one night over winter break so he just writes down everything he should have told Y/N while he still had the chance…. I’ll for real cry dude, he’s so cute. Also, the line about him buying you fluffy Halloween socks for Christmas went over people’s heads I think but HECK I THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND SWEET (because Y/N bought Christmas socks when it was Halloween teehee).

"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.

"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.

"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.

I included this scene with Yara because things were getting too serious for my liking ngl. Plus the idea that the four of them would all come together at the end for a much needed reunion made my happy bitchin heart soar.

Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.

“Partners?”

The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.

Idiot.

“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.

UGH I LOVE THEM I REALLY DO. I was so happy with how this final scene came out :( They’re partners, they really are I miss these boneheads.

AND NOW, I PRESENT THE CANON FUTURE OF THE BITCHIN UNIVERSE...

10 YEARS LATER

Let’s be honest, Jungkook popped the question the day of graduation, he can’t imagine a life in which you wouldn’t be beside him

You said yes (shocker)

Cue Jungkook being the most wonderful partner and respecting your wish to finish your residency program before having the wedding

You absolutely kick ass at being a neonatal surgeon

Also, Jungkook started a film company! It’s small but he loves what he does and works with colleges and helps out the film majors with resources and equipment <3

SO IT'S THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING RIGHT

Yara and your sisters are helping you get ready, with your best friend as the ever so reassuring maid of honor

And by that I mean you’re as calm as a cucumber and Yara is one wrong move away from having a stroke

“Y/N… Don’t freak out....The catering company put in two orders of shrimp instead of chicken and steak.”

“Yara, it’s okay.”

“NO ITS NOT???? THIS IS YOUR WEDDING DAY AND YOU’RE GETTING CRUSTACEANS.”

Y/N making Yara take a seat and practice some breathing exercises so she doesn’t upset the baby

Oh yeah, Yara is 10 weeks pregnant

Taehyung is the dad lol

Yara and Taehyung have been together ever since that day at the library hehe <3

They moved in together and adopted a cat and everything (sweet boy Tae wanted a dog but Yara’s afraid of dogs and Tae would do anything for that woman so Yeontan the cat it is)

Yara refuses to put a label on their relationship even after all this time, and Tae doesn’t ask for one. They’re happy and dedicated to each other and don’t feel the need to put pressure on something that’s already so perfect

Yara is actually violently in love with Tae but still scoffs when Y/N tries to bring it up

“Oh my god, you’re so in love with him”

“Huh??? you must be sick or something. Get well soon, damn :/”

Yara likes to come up with different labels for Taehyung every time she has to introduce him. Among her favorites are roommate, rent sharer, baby daddy and penis lender

Speaking of Taehyung, he’d have a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he tries to calm down the panicking groom to be

“JK, breathe.”

“What if she doesn’t show up? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I pressured her into this and— and I’ve freaked her out and now she hates me?”

“Dude, you guys have been engaged for eight years. She’s had her opportunity to run. She’ll show up.”

Taehyung scruffing up the younger man’s hair reassuringly, which only flusters him more because DAMMIT he wants to look perfect for you and now his hair is messed up >:(

(You like him no matter what his hair looks like though)

Jungkook literally swallowing down a sob as you walk down the aisle and he lays his eyes on you for the first time

You having a dumb smile on your face the entire walk over because your husband to be is crying and you haven’t even exchanged vows yet

The entire audience going all sobby when you finally do exchange vows because they’re so beautiful and real

The ten years together has not been easy— from financial struggles as you tried to support yourself through med school, to personal conflicts when Jungkook wanted to start a family already

But you guys figured it out

You always do

He’s your person. And you are his.

Y/N’s sisters Rosa and Lia are a WRECK— even your dad is tearing up

Your family loves Jungkook and have been counting down the days until you guys married, let’s be honest

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Jungkook punching the air with a “FINALLY!” before kissing the hell out of you

The cutting of the cake inevitably turning into a food fight

The shrimp entrees turning out to be pretty damn good

Yara catching the bouquet and wagging her brows at Taehyung suggestively

Jungkook pulling you aside to take photos of you outside the venue because you look so so pretty and he loves the way you smile when he’s the one behind the camera

The party is in full session, your siblings tearing up the dance floor like the extroverts they are

You and Jungkook are sat at the head of the room, hands intertwined underneath the table as you watch a tired and painfully sober Yara swing her bare feet onto Taehyung’s lap, requesting a foot rub

Watching your pregnant best friend and her lover together, you turned towards your own, smile impossibly wide

“What?”

“Let’s have a baby.” You’d grin, so stupid happy

Jungkook’s eyes going round and immediately jumping up from his seat because god that’s all he’s ever wanted

Being tugged out the room by a giddy Jungkook, one of your heels flinging off somewhere behind you.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?!”

The two of you find yourself in a storage room somewhere on the hotel floor

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell—“

His mouth find yourself, kissing you in a way that couldn’t at the altar

You kissed him back without questions, arms wrapping around the man you now called your husband

“I love you.” He’d sigh into your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver

“I love you too.”

“Let’s make a baby.”

“Yeah let’s— wait, right here? Right now?!”

Jungkook merely nodding as his mouth found the exposed skin of your chest

“Meathead, we can’t just ditch our wedding to have sex!”

“Why not? We did our marital duties. Now it’s our guests' job to get embarrassingly drunk and make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. No one will even miss us.”

“Isn’t baby making what our honeymoon is for?”

“Screw that. I’ve done my waiting. Let’s start our family, nerd.”

Jungkook kissing your protests silent before you inevitably give in and let him take you right there and then, your wedding dress hung around your hips

Husband and wife coming together with shaky breaths and hushed moans as they promise the rest of their lives to each other, making every argument, struggle or moment of uncertainty leading up to now totally worth it

Walk of shame back into the party with nervous hair fixing from you and a proud grin from Jungkook

Yara figuring out exactly why you two had sneaked off to, flashing the newly weds a knowing smirk

The night of your wedding, Jungkook surprises you with a present

You unwrap it in confusion, only to see that it’s a glass frame and inside of it is the wrinkled and worn out lined paper the two of you had scribbled on many many years ago

Jungkook hangs up the contract right above your bed as per your request, smiling as he does and jumping on him the moment he puts down the hammer bc dammit it you’re too heckin excited to make love with your sentimental loser of a husband

And yes, by the next month, you are pregnant and incredibly happy

And of course, your daughter and Yara’s son grow up to be best friends, not a family holiday passing by where they aren’t told the story of the totally bitchin’ way both set of their parents got together

#beyond the story #bts smut #Jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts #bts imagines #bts preferences #Jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook

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Dandelions on Stage

Synopsis | You've always stayed far from the limelight and Jungkook hates to see you hide yourself and the wonderful things you can do in the dark. He encourages you to take The spotlight, but then he kinda regrets it when you aimed for The actual spotlight. Look, you mean a different thing and it looks like Jungkook quite made a mistake just to have the spotlight with you. Well, here goes something new he has to overcome again.

Genre | Fluff (tooth aching fluff) (football!jk + childhood friend!you)

Word count |3,892 (I’m sorry this gif made me lose control)

Disclaimer | GIF credits to @jungshiii

Read more of football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

Jeon Jungkook likes a lot of things. Football, his friends and family, pizza, action and horror movies, Buzzfeed Unsolved, and of course you. Everyone knows these except the last part (everyone actually knows except you). But just like how he likes a lot of things, there are also some things that makes Jungkook's mind pass out in irritation and unfortunately that also applies to his love of his life. And no, chasing for your affections is definitely not irritating, he practically enjoys every second of it. It's actually the way you make yourself smaller, and stay far from the limelight when you actually deserve every shine and exposure you could get having the spotlight. You've always been the center of the galaxy when you were young, why shy away from your own glow now?

Otor-nim Y/N: You know I'm not that confident, Kook. Let's just brush it off there'll be more opportunities to come I'm just not ready yet. (9:39 P.M.)

Jungkook wishes his glare could penetrate the screen of his laptop just so he can make you understand what the hell you're missing on.

Star Kook: But the play will be directed by Kim Aeri! Your favorite prof in Lit and damn I say for sure she's impressed with your works in class even if she looks apathetic to it with her mean frown. I mean, you're the only one who got 1 in her class in our batch!

Jungkook always knew your admiration for your literature professor and the way she directs plays managed by the Drama club in the university that even received awards that prided your school in the field of performing arts and literature. He remembers you squealing in your freshman year when you told him you want to try writing scripts for a play too. Sure enough, you became one of the contributing writers of the next production. You dragged him along with you to watch what you helped to create eventhough Jungkook has mixed feelings about it just the moment he read the tagline of that play. Maybe he's kinda disappointed you weren’t the head writer that came up with the whole storyline when you can produce much better work in the first place - maybe he's just biased to your works, mostly to you, he can't quite tell. Looking at you beside him in the dark auditorium smiling so wide and hands clasped in excitement, he decides he'll just be by your side in your writing endeavors if he'll get to see you this happy upclose.

By sophomore year, he thinks the minimal distance between you two wasn't enough for him when the realization of the reality of his affections for you finally settled in. If he has to defy distances to strengthen the gravitational attraction between you two just so he can satisfy his desire to orbit around you closer, then so be it. He joined the Drama Club too and he helped in the lightings and sound management - whatever Namjoon hyung preferred him to help him with for the production at hand. He hasn't joined any organizations yet in the university anyway and his experience in theater actually helped him in creating better animations he uploads in his youtube account. Of course, seeing you more frequently around the university is a great and one of a kind incentive.

However, it irritates him to see you getting bossed around by your senior head writer who most of the time demands you to just write what his vision for the play is. It's excruciating to see you face rejection upon rejection of your storylines worth taking a physical form onstage just because of people refuse to get out of the well and explore new things worth tackling about. But most of all, it pains him to see you getting upset and disappointed of yourself when some of your suggestions for the plot got turned down "just because I'm only a contributing writer," you cried to him on some nights. He's very sad he can't do anything but embrace your shaking frame with the warmth he offers and he cards his fingers through your hair as he whispers "It would be okay. You'll get your shot soon," against your forehead. He knows it's hard to change one's perspective of themself so soon so he'll just try and try until you start to believe in yourself again.

Now that it's junior year and the senior head writer finally graduated and is now far away from the club, the club is looking for a new head writer and new actors for a play they'll present in front of critics and journalists who decided to write your university's productions in a magazine. That's why the dots on the screen next to your name that kept going on and on frustrate the hell out of Jungkook.

Star Kook: If you want to make your dreams come true, you have to go out and make it work. That's sounds similar what you said to me back then, remember?

"What do you want to do in your life, Jungkook?" you asked him, a question too heavy for your premature 14-year old mind, so casually while twirling a white dandelion.

"I don't know yet. I'm not good in anything yet," Jungkook murmurs and he was startled when you suddenly nudged him with another dandelion for him to hold. He accepts it anyway. "What about you?"

"I'm going to be a writer. A very good one," you beamed at him, giggling and eyes resembling half moons.

Jungkook stares at you. He's never seen eyes so bright like yours before.

When you look at him funny with your forehead furrowed, he breaks from his stupor and mumbles, "Th-That's great. I-I'm kinda embarrassed I still don't know what I'm good at."

"You know you'll find it soon, right? You just have to get out there to find it though. Only then you'll be happy with yourself."

Laughing at his blank look, you just tapped him and said, "Let's just blow the dandelions away and hope for the best, hmm?"

"Yeah." And you blew away the petals hoping it carries your dreams and hopes somewhere in the following years.

Star Kook: I hope you still remember what you said to me in your garden.

***

"I'm going to do it, Jungkook."

"What?" Jungkook almost chokes on his breakfast.

"I'm going to take the spotlight!" you lunge yourself towards him to hug the life out of him and Jungkook opens his arms to engulf you in his warmth, sandwich and coffee now at the back of his mind. Spotlight? You're gonna go onstage? Why not the head writer? Maybe you got it wrong, no? What he actually meant in his message is for you to take the head writer position, not be an actress so suddenly.

You mumble in his jacket, "So many people are going to recognize me! Thank you so much for the encouragement!"

Jungkook manages a crooked smile. He didn't expect you to decide so suddenly to be an actress, but well, you always manage to surprise him in every moment of his life in the first place. Whatever you do, your call.

"That's great! You finally put your head in good use," he lightly flicks your forehead.

"Meanie," you pouted before breaking into another giggling fit. "But I'll agree with you on that."

Jungkook laughs. He knows he'll forever be by your side in the adventures you'll take in your craft.

The next week, particularly the week of the applications, Jungkook suddenly thinks he might be wrong in encouraging you.

"Jongin, you're gonna apply for the main role, right?" Jungkook hears Kyungsoo by the neighboring table in the cafeteria and he can't help but keep his ears open to their direction.

"Umm, yeah. I've been eyeing the spotlight since freshman. Prof. Kim already posted the upcoming production is a musical about unfortunate love between polar realms and it's up to the new head writer how he... or she could work around under Prof. Kim's guidance. Anyway, the head writer will work solely alone in the next project so the next storylines will be totally different and it's kinda exciting."

With clammy fingers, Jungkook types up your name in his messaging app. You're taking too long to get in the cafeteria for your snack anyway.

Jungkook : Hey, where are you? And what do you mean by spotlight last week? (10:47 AM)

Y/N : I'm on the way!!! And The spotlight spotlight! (10:48 AM)

Damn it.

If you're going to take The spotlight, he can't let Kim Jongin, top ballet dancer, be your freaking leading man. That guy's been unnecessarily getting too close to you this year with all that "inquiries about the script" he does in the Drama Club and all he can do is watch with green envy up in the sound control room as you interact with that guy. In his defense, why the hell does a side character have to interact with the writer in the first place? He should go to the director to ask!

Of course, he's definitely not shittalking Jongin just because of his childish desire to be your leading man if you're going to be the star female lead. It's definitely not because he may or may have not also daydreamed of being your male lead that may hopefully come true in the real life. It's definitely not because of that.

Bitter thoughts left him the moment you ran to his table huffing land catching for your breath.

"You're so late! What took you so long?" He grabs your bag to set it beside his in his chair.

"My - ha - my Bio prof extended the class."

"Oh. Okay. Understandable too with that short legs of yours."

"Meanie!"

Later that day he accompanied you to hand in your application to Prof. Kim in the Drama Club. Unbeknownst to you, after he walked you to your dorm that afternoon, he sprinted to the Drama Club and rushed an application of his.

And it's definitely because he thinks of the best for the play. Of course he's more suitable for the lead role than that Jongin guy.

Jungkook didn't expect to be awaken mid-five o'clock in the morning after two weeks since the audition he spent nights to work on. He actually crashed polished his dancing and singing skills that got quite rustic after he focused on football. So who the hell disturbed him from his much needed rest -

"Jungkook! Oh my God I finally got the spotlight!"

Jungkook's eyes shot open and a smile immediately replaces his irritated scowl. He turns to his side, his day already made with having you call him first thing in the morning. "Oh - oh yeah... That's great." So is the thought of you being his lead female. He already got the acceptance letter in his e-mail yesterday. It's only time you -

"And oh my god, you got the lead male role! I didn't expect you to actually go onstage my God, imagine former sound and light technical Jeon Jungkook now the male lead of a production? What a promotion, man! You must have spent nights after your practices just to get the choreos in musicals!"

Jungkook chuckles; you always knew him like the back of your hand.

"Anyway I'm the new head writer and Prof. Kim already gave me the guidelines of the prod although I'll be on my own and submit for approvals for the next -

Wait, what?

"You - you're not the female lead?"

"Of course, no. Jungkook, what are you thinking?"

"But you - you told me you're going to take The spotlight spotlight?"

"I mean yeah, the head writer position is The spotlight spotlight! Did you actually think I'm going for The spotlight female lead?! I can't even act for Christ's sake! Anyway as I was saying, I'm looking forward working with you, Dusk."

God, what did he get himself into?

One to two hours of vocal practice everyday along with another two hours of dance practice every other day, Jungkook decided to trade in his morning sleep-ins for morning football practice to manage his schedule he drowned himself in. His friends Jimin and Taehyung told him he was kinda - scratch that - actual idiot for spreading himself thin to reach the girl he likes. Well, he reasoned what he does wasn't one sided when you've always tried to stay later to accompany him in his late football practices eventhough he told you you can just go home. You just wave him off from the bench you're sitting on and proceed to diligently work on your homeworks and some pieces you could slide in your sched as stress relievers. It's only fair he reach out for you too, when fate's freely giving him opportunities to strengthen his gravitational pull on you. Sometimes, Jungkook thinks his intention in his involvement in the play was quite selfish and it's the first time he actually felt good about it. He only attended practices just so he can see you prancing around his vicinity, doing this and that, talking to the professor, the side casts, and lastly the lead characters. But most of all, he lives for the days you'll get to practice with him one-on-one for his delivery of the lines and other things.

"Hey! Have you memorized the new set you'll dry run tomorrow? I-" you entered one of the rooms in the backstage to see him hunched over the desk, fingers tapping a beat against the wooden table.

"What? Oh ah, yeah. Just a couple more and then I'm finally done for the set." He looked up at you, huge reading glasses perched on his nose. He immediately returns his eyes onto the script you must have spent nights and days writing before he could drink in your lithe form dressed in fitting jeans and denim top that just accentuates every curve you're blessed with. God, you're going to be the death of him.

You sat on the bench facing him, fingers coaxing him to give you the script he's been reading over and over. "I've seen you burning holes in this with your intense gaze yesterday. I think you already got enough to be properly presented."

Jungkook clears his throat. Right, you're very professional in whatever business you engage into, and he can't help but think half of what his classmates said about you is true : all-businessy, serious, and quite intimidating. However he finds this attitude of yours inspiring instead of condescending, and highly attractive rather than scary. You managed to own quite of a huge place in his heart and Jungkook would always know it's only right for an amazing person to do so.

Jungkook says his lines with you nodding your head and it makes him anxious as up until he mutters the last line for the scene. " ...I bring the indigos and blues that color the skyline, my hues laden with rues your vibrant colors can never alight."

"Good! You've already done the segmenting of each line properly," you said as you glance at the script then back at him, a wide crescent now visible on your lips. He knows he's the only one given the privilege to see you like this in the club when you just ease out small smiles here and there to your co-workers and that thought alone paints a huge grin on his face.

"Just loosen the tension and the anxiousness then practice the feelings and such among these lines. Think of something you've always wanted to have yet everyone around you prevents you to reach that by setting more distance between you two. You get what I mean?" Jungkook nods. That's easy. He could just think of his current situation in the standing for your heart, his heart too, that got him to his position now.

"That's only it. You don't have to stay too long here now. Jimin's ranting to me yesterday how I now literally glued you to my side," you chuckle as you motioned to him, standing up to let him fix his things. But before he could tear his gaze from you, his face is suddenly cupped by two hands. And now he's looking at you with centimeters apart from your breaths as you slowly take off the glasses from his face.

"You know you should really clean your glasses," you brought up your small handkerchief he knows you always carry around to wipe the lens. "I really don't know how you can manage to work with these looking all blurry and stuff." Giggling, you fit his glasses back onto his face, palms warm against his hot cheeks, tapping them twice before snorting. "You only look cute like this when you've shut your mouth."

Scoffing, Jungkook playfully pushes your hands away. "Oh, please, I always look cute."

"Whatever you say, Kook. I'll go to the dorms late today so don't wait for me!"

"Of course not!" He hollers and then you're off his sight, the birds in his ribcage letting out sighs of repressed songs now free in the open.

Later that night, Jungkook comes by the front door of the designated room of the Drama Club and you flicked his forehead for being stubborn. He walks you to your dorm and leaves with a goodnight wish and quick hug enough to warm his chest for the cold evening as he heads for his dorm.

Of course, not all days are like this, especially when he has annoying Kim Jongin frustratingly hogging you when it's scheduled for you to meet the other cast. And during those days, he finds himself making up ridiculous requests just to tear that ballet boy away from you.

"You requested for a run on for your lines again? We already went throught that yesterday!"

"I need more practice."

"Ugh, fine."

---

"You said you requested for my appearance. What's your deal now?"

"Nothing, just wanna see your dumb face."

"Damn you, I'm leaving."

"No, wait!"

Sometimes he wishes he haven't taken the lead role so he won't have to deal with the burning stares of that irritating ballet dancer; so that he can work with Namjoon hyung again, seeing the man around the campus giving him funny nuances "You've been quite ambitious this hear, huh," or "I missed working with you, kid," that absolutely makes his heart cringe and soften at the same time for his hyung. But all of those are dismissed whenever he can see you on the other side of the stage, smiling and proud of your work as you see it take form in the lines he delivers perfectly for the dry runs. Imagining your face in the place of Lee Sungyeon, a senior he's good friends with and the lead female in the play, surely helped him give a good performance in the practices. Though sometimes, it's kinda hard when Sungyeon suddenly breaks into an awkward fit of giggles because she just had to repeat over and over again she's expecting Jongin to be the lead - not him, which makes him somehow feel bad coveting the spot. But still, he thinks there are more incentives for him to feel great with this impulsive decision he made when he gets praised for the work he does and he gets to see your eyes brighter these days.

As the performance day nears, your schedule and workload made him see you less and less as he got busier with the final rehearsals. The distance makes him unnecessarily grumpy on some days though your texts of encouragement and evening meals packed in food containers you leave in front of his door easily pacifies the trainwreck he's feeling. However, the actual tornado in his chest comes when it's the D-day and his make-up is already done and the audience is already seated in the auditorium and his hands are already getting sweaty and just - can you at least show your face to him before he probably turn this day the worst day of his life?

Well, he gets his wish when he hears a "Psst!" in the make-up room his occupying.

"Holy shit, you scared me," he breathed out as you laughed, letting yourself inside the room.

Nearing his chair, you played with the rose tresses of his. "Oh yes, your hair's looking good."

"The make-up committee sprayed it in fucking pink. Taehyung made fun of me when he facetimed me twenty minutes ago."

"Well, just bear with it. You really look like the Dusk I wrote about so I'm really happy. You look fantastic with it too."

Jungkook gulps. "R-really?"

You playfully poke his cheek. "Yes, handsome and it's not everyday you get to hear me say this so better imprint this in your memory."

"Hell yeah, I will," Jungkook smirks and you let out a guffaw.

Your phone suddenly rings and it's Professor Kim demanding your presence in the front row of the auditorium. You quickly say you'll be there, and this time Jungkook thinks the real deal is now happening and he's quite ready now after seeing your beautiful face.

"Hey, I'm going back, now," you say with a smile. And before you leave him be, you hug him suddenly, knocking whatever breath Jungkook was holding in as he encases you in his arms. "Goodluck on the play and I hope you slay it." Pulling yourself away, you give him a quick peck on his cheek. Smiling as always, you mumble, "I promise to treat you in that expensive steakhouse you've been raving to me."

"Really?"

"Really."

And you're off of his sight now, the warmth on his cheeks and on his chest spreading like wildfire consuming whatever wreckage the tornado left. He's more than ready now.

The play ends successfully and by next week, a magazine about the brilliant performance of the actors and the genius plot of the play lands on your door.

"Look, they said here 'the male lead's performance is extraordinary though it is necessary to point his attention is focused on the audience rather than the female lead which is quite new for a theater experience.' I can't treat you out!" you laugh, pushing Jungkook's legs off your lap as you throw the magazine to which landed in his awaiting hands.

"Hey, they never said anything bad! See 'new experience'!" Jungkook emphasizes, index finger going on and on around that line. "Anyway, I think I've had enough of the spotlight. I'm gonna go back to Namjoon hyung."

"Aww, I'll miss your unnecessary requests no male lead actor has ever done yet in my life."

"You'll just miss working with me upclose, just admit it," He chortles knowing you'll never gonna say it. How can you? You've always brushed off -

"That I do."

Oh god. When it comes to you. It will always feel like he's doing everything for the first time. And Jungkook knows his heart will always combust again and again.

"You never let me pay for you!"

"A-a man can't let a lady pay."

"Are you a man?"

"Hell yeah, I am!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Oy, come back here! I’m as manly as any man can be!”

A/N: Hi hons! Sorry I wasn’t able to update this week so here’s something long to make up for it. I’ve been overwhelmed after I posted my first oneshot, Translucent Fireworks and so Iet it stay in the frontline of my blog because I feel utterly happy about it. Now, I’m still taking requests though I’ll only be able to post on weekends or whenever I had a free time since college already started. But I promise, I’ll post something for every week.

Thank you for all the support you’ve been giving me. It really means a lot!

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hayjeon · 6 years

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Yours [M] ft. Jungkook

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Drabble game #83. “Just once.”

→ captainAmerica!Jk finale, part 1 here → 10k words, finally I think i’m over my writer’s block LOL this monster took me all night.

a/n: i know in the movies cap!am doesn’t have his own company like stark does, but let’s just deal. you know. it might oscillate between like a ceo!jk and captain!jk, but just assume that after avengers went popular or whatever, he built himself the same name and wealth for himself like stark did.

also rated, for….well….jungkook basically. this is pretty nasty LOL

It’s been weeks. Weeks since Jungkook barged into your apartment that one time and fucked you until you forgot your own name, breaking his rules about sleeping over and doing anything but sex.

Weeks since he left you confused and helplessly sore and even more in love with him. He left you empty, no calls or even a goodbye before he left while you were sleeping, not even a piece of clothing left behind to even prove he’d been over. The only evidence was on your own body, the full ache and throbbing of your core and the hickeys and bruises scattered over your chest and hips. And in your dreams you can still vaguely remember the pressure of his hands pressing yours down into the sheets and gripping your hips as he drilled into you, the growl of his voice demanding you to scream his name…dreams that had you waking up in a sweat and with arousal slicked between your legs.

Even in the office he doesn’t give you another glance than he does the other employees. Not even a curt nod, or a lingering look to indicate a deeper relationship.

Heck, he even treats Stark better than you, which is a lot saying he absolutely hates his guts and Taehyung Stark was the only person Jungkook would actually let get on his nerves.

The nations number one role model still had his weaknesses.

You sigh as you type away on your computer, organizing his schedule and contacting the other offices for files and documents for the upcoming merger. Almost month and a half of not seeing Jungkook privately and not even being able to get off on your own.

Your best friend Chaeyoung was having a fit. “Get a boyfriend! And stop whining over that guy, he’s definitely not worth it. Asshole.” She was the only other person in the world who knew about your little affair. She’d accidentally walked into your apartment before you got a chance to hide the discarded captains uniform crumpled on your bedroom floor and had run straight into a ruined bed and your clothes scattered all over the house.

And after she’d gotten over the whole you’re-fucking-captain-America shock phase, she’d been badgering you on breaking it off to preserve your own heart. It was painfully obvious to anyone that you were head over heels for him. But no one was allowed to know.

So when the two-month mark hits, of not having any conversations other than your polite greetings to Jungkook and fleeting glances on your part down hallways, and catching glimpses of him only through the pixels of your computer or tv screen on the local news or broadcast, you decided it was time to finally let go.

Chaeyoung’s boss was holding a big get together for the holidays at his condo and had invited all of his employees who were allied to bring plus ones. She’d excitedly dressed you up in one of her classy-but-confident ensemble of a dark blue dress, strapped heels that were higher than the building you worked at, and perfect hair and makeup that took her hours to perfect. She’d gotten herself ready in a flash as you finished curling her hair and finishing a few documents from work.

The taxi arrive on time and the both you clamber out and take a moment to gawk at the estate. Chaeyoung said it was supposed to be a condo, but it seemed like this was an entire city packed into one home. The huge building decorated with classy Christmas lights, a huge tree in the middle, and a buffet of food off to the side that your mouth was watering for.

Chaeyoung nudges you as you two enter the two double doors, receiving nods from the bouncer as they recognize Chaeyoung. “That’s the host, him, over there. Stark Taehyung.”

You turn to her in shock. “What the fuck Chae,” you hiss, pulling her close, “you don’t work for Stark! I thought you said the host was your boss!”

She slips away from you, rubbing her neck.

“Technically Stark enterprises bought out my company sooooo…” she trails off, grinning at you knowingly, “he is my boss. And he specifically asked me to bring you.”

You curl back. “What? Me?!”

She nods, glancing back at him as he expertly chats away a group of important-looking men. “Yes! Y/n, why would he do that! It’s cause he’s interested! Now go, go and flirt. He’s much nicer and sweeter than Jungkook can ever dream of being.”

You frown. “I don’t know. It feels a little wrong you know?”

She rolls her eyes. “Would you break out of that shameful little secret you had with Mr Jeon? This is different. Taehyung is not morally obligated to be a role model fake ass hoe like Jungkook was. He can do whatever he wants, which includes flirting and most likely boning you tonight.” She winks.

You elbow her. “Stop, two months is not too long.”

She scoffs. “I just hope that your vagina isn’t still using sticks to create fire and actually understands that the world is round.”

You giggle and shove her lightly, as she gently pushes you towards him. You turn and see Taehyung take a quick glimpse in your direction, catch your eye and raise his glass and smile at you, and quickly turn back to his conversation and end it before jogging over.

You’re a little breathless.

He’s gorgeous in photos and news broadcasts, but it’s your first time seeing him in person, especially after spending so much time with Jungkook, who made it his personal mission and agenda to cross paths with Taehyung Stark as least as possible. And in person, Taehyung is absolutely gorgeous and tall and piercing.

He smiles, “y/n! Nice to finally meet you in person.”

You laugh, accepting the flute of champagne. “You know me?”

He laughs, sipping his wine. “Of course, you’re a celebrity in the department for being the most excellent worker.”

You blush. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just look like I have a lot to do.”

He laughs, leaning against a chair. “You mean, juggling work and relationship?”

You finish off the flute and grab another from a passing waitress. “No,” you shake your head, “I’m not in a relationship. Just my job!”

He clinks drinks with you. Winking, “Ah, well that’s just awful! A woman like you, with your hard working personality, your beautiful looks, who wouldn’t want to date you?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol making you a little nervous and honest right now. “I know right? I should just go out and find the right one.”

“Hm, seems like you do have someone in mind. Does this person not know of your feelings for him?”

You rest your elbow on the table and cradle your head in your hand. Staring sadly at the bubbles in your flute, you mumble, “Mhm. Doesn’t even give me a look,” You scoff, finishing off the champagne with another quick swig.

Taehyung just watches you with a little smile on his lips. You keep going. “Can you even believe it though? Doesn’t even say hi, not even a look, who does he think he is?”

He eventually stops you from drinking any further, but stays by your side all night, until you slowly start to feel yourself sobering up. You sway a little by the balcony, and he immediately catches you by the waist, helping you steady yourself on your heels.

“Careful there,” he says lowly, letting go when you lean against the railing. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark, I’m feeling a little better.” You sip on the water bottle he gave you. “Um, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure darling, go ahead.”

The nickname seems to make you even drunker. “Would you like to have se—”

“Y/N.” A low voice cuts you off from behind and you whirl around at the familiar tone. Jungkook stands behind you with a tick in his jaw and his tuxedo jacket thrown over his forearm. He strides up to the both of you, and you stumble a bit as you hastily move to straighten up. Taehyung grabs you from behind, large warm hands cradling your waist and you catch the way Jungkook’s eyes linger darkly on the sight before moving back up to your unfocused ones.

“Captain Jeon,” you mumble, bowing clumsily.

"Are you okay?“ He asks, stepping forward to wrap his jacket around you, "this womanizer isn’t trying anything on you?” He throws a look at Taehyung.

"Woah woah,“ Taehyung interjects, both hands up, "I’m a gentleman. I would never."

Jungkook snaps back, "then why the fuck would you let her get this drunk? It’s a cocktail party for fucks sake, not a college frat party."

You shrivel under the harsh tone he spits at Taehyung, feeling the burnt of the remark because it’s mainly aimed at you. You were the one who drank the alcohol, not Taehyung. But mr. stark doesn’t say anything and just smiles, finishing off the rest of his glass and sauntering away. Ever so always the slick one.

As soon as Taehyung is out of sight, Jungkook turns to you and immediately his brow furrows. You hunch as small as you can, feeling the heat of his glare. But his tone is a bit different from how pissed he looks.

"Why can’t you take care of yourself? Be careful of getting too drink with another man,” he murmurs, tucking his coat tighter around your bare shoulders. “You don’t know what they want."

You probably shouldn’t have drank so much. Chaeyoung always scolded you for having a loose lip whenever you get a bit tipsy. So you blurt out, "what do you want Jungkook?”

He blinks back at you, frowning. “What?” He takes a look around, making sure no one is close enough to see or hear the both of you.

You slur, “I said, what do you want from me? You’re a man. I’m a woman. What do you want?” You press closer to him, and his large hands come to your elbows, holding you at an arms distance away.

He sighs, brows knitting even closer on his handsome face. “You’re drunk, Y/N. Let’s get you home.”

You shake your head so hard you stumble a bit, and the hands on your arms help steady you, maneuvering you to lean heavily against his side. “Don’t wanna” you mumble, closing your eyes as he begins ushering you to a back entrance, probably to his car. “I hate you.”

His voice rumbles in the chest you’re leaning against. “You hate me huh?”

You nod, pushing hair away from your face. It was probably a mess right now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Yeah, I hate you. I’m over this.”

The last thing you remember is Jungkook carefully placing you in his car, and then sitting down into the driver’s seat, exchanging a few muffled conversations with you before you black out.

Your head is throbbing and it is so fucking hot in the room when you wake up. Your back is slicked in sweat, and your face feels warm and stuffy. Squeezing your eyes shut you groan and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. Peeping one eye open, you stare at your surroundings, groaning as the white covers reflect the sunlight filtering through the window–

Fuck. You didn’t own white covers. And if the sun was already up, you were definitely completely fucking late. You scramble up, staring and gawking at your surroundings, mouth gaping as you try to rack your memory for what the hell happened last night. This place was a gorgeous room, decked with expensive looking draperies on the 4-poster King sized bed, dark grey carpets matching the gray marble in the restroom you could see from here. You scan the area for your belongings and find your purse and heels sitting on the nightstand. Grabbing them and strapping on your shoes, you grab your purse and the accompanying jacket lying there and scramble out of the house.

It’s a huge estate, spacious and large and surprisingly empty, and you thank the gods as you make it to the front door and down the hall without running into anyone. As you punch your finger desperately into the elevator button, you realize you’re on the topmost floor in the center of Seoul.

Confused, you slump against the glass walls of the elevator, catching your breath and rubbing your temples. The last thing you remembered from the party last night was chatting with Taehyung before you got extremely drunk. Frowning, you couldn’t remember any details about him carrying you home though.

You sigh as you make it to the street without any problems or running into any familiar faces who’d definitely recognize you despite the day-old makeup and the horrible nest of hair on your head. Flagging down a taxi, you hurriedly bark out your address and the driver understands and zooms down toward your place.

Chaeyoung isn’t home either, and you jam your phone into its charging port as soon as you open your door. While it turns on, you throw off your clothes into the hamper, including the jacket and jump into the shower to wash off all your makeup and somehow gain control of the mess of hair. If you were going to be late, you might as well look presentable while you’re apologizing.

After the quickest shower in your life, you scurry out and quickly throw on a formal business set of clothes, spritzing some perfume on your wrists and letting your hair down to blow dry a bit. After some mascara and some lipstick, you’re ready to go. You grab your phone and quickly make it downstairs in time to catch another taxi to work.

You scroll through your notifications, including a dozen emails from Captain Jeon’s partners and collaborators, asking to fit themselves into his schedule. A couple missed calls and texts from Chaeyoung demanding to know where the hell you are, and then finally, a text from an unknown number.

[12:04AM] Did you make it home last night? - TS

You immediately recognize the initials. You quickly reply to Chaeyoung and then type back a response.

[9:03AM] Yes, thank you. How did you find my number?

The response is almost immediate.

[9:03AM] I have my ways ;)

[9:04AM] What are your plans for tonight?

The taxi driver slows to a stop in front of Jeon Corporations. Thanking him, you tip him generously and walk out towards the entrance, sheepishly greeting the receptionist as you hurry through the security doors.

On the elevator ride up, you respond to Taehyung.

[9:08AM] I guess it depends on what the captain has planned on his schedule today.

More people filter into the elevator.

[9:08AM] You know that’s not what I mean, Y/N.

Frowning, you lock your phone and stuff it in your purse. You were extremely late and about to get chewed out by whoever was inconvenienced by your tardiness in a couple seconds. You didn’t have time to think too hard about these texts like a giddy high school girl.

Smoothing down your hair and straightening your shoulders, you wait until the elevator stops at the highest floor, and step out gingerly in your heels. Breathing in short breaths, you round the corner until you see your desk empty, and gingerly sit in the seat without making too much noise. Your co worker looks up from her screen and her eyes bulge out at you, glancing quickly toward Mr. Jeon’s office before throwing you a look.

You smile, apologizing with your lips, and you stand up with her as she leads you to the break room.

“Y/N,” Seulgi hisses, “Do you know what time it is?!”

You groan, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “I know, I know. I’m so late, I’m sorry. Is everything in the office okay?”

She sighs, watching you rub your temples. “No, honestly. Two deals got canceled today. He’s not in a good mood.”

You sigh, mixing in more cream and sugar. You were gonna need it. “Fuck,” you mutter, “well, guess I’m in for a chewing out by the one and only.”

She leans against the counter. “Where were you last night?”

You sigh, straightening out your blouse. “Okay, honestly? I don’t know…”

Her eyes widen and you continue. “I remember talking to Taehyung Stark about something and then that’s where my memory kind of cuts off…” You trail off.

“Damn,” she whispers, “you got hammered didn’t you? How much wine did you drink?”

You shake your head. “I seriously don’t even remember. I haven’t drank like that since my 21st birthday. I woke up in a stranger’s room.”

“Y/N!” She squeals, eyes wide, “I can’t believe you! Did you get laid?”

“No!” You hiss, “I didn’t!”

She laughs, leading you back to your desks. “Well, damn, if I got a chance to romp with Taehyung, damn me.”

You giggle at her, cradling the cup in your hands. “Oh shut up. We didn’t even do anything.”

“Do what?” A deep voice startles the both of you and you snap your head to see Mr. Jeon standing in his doorway, watching the both of you with a dark glint in his eye. Seulgi stammers out an apology and scurries back to her desk. You stand there with eyes wide and panic mode, trying not to drop your coffee all over your new Jimmy Choo’s.

“Uh,” you mutter dumbly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “G-good m-morning, Mr. Jeon.”

He just stares you down a couple of feet away from you, glowering. “Meet me in my office, Y/N, 2 minutes.” He turns on his heels and slams the door behind him, leaving you quaking in your heels. You glance at Seulgi who looks like she’s about to cry, and sigh as you set down your coffee and enter his office. You let the door shut quietly behind you and linger by the doorway, hands wrung in front of you and eyes cast down at your shoes. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Y/N,” he says lowly from his seat at his desk. “come here.”

You look up at him and slowly walk over to in front of his desk. “Yes sir.”

He hums behind his hands. “How late were you today?”

You cringe. “Two hours sir.”

“Why?”

You blink. “Um, I ran into some unprecedented troubles in the morning, sir. I am so sorry about that, I assure you nothing like this will happen ever again.”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Does it have anything to do with how drunk you were last night?”

You snap your head up, staring at him in horror. He’d witnessed your state! Internally groaning, you let your chin drop down again as you mumble, “Yes sir. I apologize for any inappropriate behavior last night sir. I completely must have lost my mind.”

He stands up, hands in his pockets. “What kind of behavior are you sorry for?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, I can’t remember much.”

“You can’t remember?” He seems a bit caught off-guard, and you cock your head to the side as you try to rack your brains on what he might be referencing. Were you seriously such a drunk idiot last night that he was questioning you like this?

“Uh, y-yes sir. I’m afraid I can’t recall anything…”

His face hardens, his jaw tightening and he turns away from you to face the huge window behind his desk.

“That’s all for now. You can leave. Have Seulgi come in later to read me my schedule.”

What the hell? That was odd, you’d expected him to at least give you a slap on the wrist for being so late. But this, this was not good.

“Oh, okay. Is that all you have to say to me today sir?”

He doesn’t turn, his shoulders tightening from where he stood. “Yes. Get out.”

You bite your lip and mumble another apology before quietly exiting the room. Tears burn behind your eyes, feeling absolutely humiliated by him and disgusted with yourself. Sitting quietly at your desk, you blink back the anger and heat and focus entirely on re-doing Mr. Jeon’s schedule to an impeccable perfect calendar, adding in the emails that you missed this morning and finalizing some more appointments and organizing a few more reports.

Halfway in, you throw a glare at his door.

How could he just question you like that, make you feel like an idiot, and then throw you out? This wasn’t even the first time. He was just so cold. After all that you’ve done with him…

Glancing at your phone sitting on your desk, you grab it in a moment of pure compulsiveness and type out one daring message.

[10:02] Taehyung, what do you say you take me out tonight?

The response comes back immediately. So different than Captain Jeon, who took hours and hours to respond to any of your messages.

[10:03] Perfect. ;) I’ll pick you up at 6.

Locking your phone, you take a quick look at your reflection in the mirror, and unbutton the first two buttons on your blouse. Today was going to be the day you officially moved on.

Taehyung made quite the show of showing up at Jeon enterprises with a sleek black Rolls Royce and stepping out of it to wait for you to exit the building. Blushing, you greet him with a smile, and try to step into the vehicle as quickly as possible to avoid any looks. Thank goodness the Captain had left an hour ago to attend the last business meeting of the day. If he’d seen the car, he’d be livid.

Who were you kidding though, there were already crowds of people lingering in the glass lobby, staring at the both of you and wondering how the hell the president’s secretary was stepping into the expensive car of his rival. There were probably already rumors going around as you took each next breath.

Taehyung gets in behind you, shutting the door and the driver begins driving smoothly to a destination without him having to ask anything. Turning to you, he smiles widely, charmingly handing you a single rose and kissing the back of your hand.

“So, how was your day?”

You put the rose in your purse. “Horrible. Thank you for picking me up, Taehyung, I needed this.”

You see his eyes linger on the exposed skin of your chest when you lean forward. His eyes are a bit darker when he looks up at you again and throws you another charming smirk.

“I needed this too.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, surveying the passing surroundings in your window.

He hums, sitting back into the plush leather seats. The sun is setting and one by one, the street lights begin to flicker on, shrouding the city in a beautiful blue and golden glow. “How about some drinks?”

You hesitate and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, we’ll eat too, so you don’t get so tipsy.”

Groaning, you step out when the car slows down to a stop in front of an expensive looking restaurant and bar. “You remember?”

He laughs, helping you out with a large hand clasped around yours. His fingers are long and warm against yours and squeeze them a bit as you steady yourself. “Of course, more than you do.” He gives you a flirty wink and nods at the host standing in the entrance. Without having to look at his list, the host escorts the both of you to the back of the restaurant, where a table for two is already set up with menus sitting on the top.

Taehyung murmurs an order of some wine that goes over the top of your head and you let him pull your chair out for you as you sit down. Surveying the lavish decorations of the restaurant, you gawk at the floor-to-ceiling aquarium decorating an entire wall, and the brilliant chandeliers that look like they’ll cost your yearly salary suspended throughout the room. Even the wine glasses have intricate designs cut into the crystal, and the plates look like they’re lined with genuine gold.

The menu doesn’t even have prices. Just a couple choices and quite simple ingredient lists below them. But even the paper of the menu feels heavy and expensive in your hand, and you politely choose a plate that doesn’t look too much.

The waiter comes with a smile and silently pours the dark wine into your glasses as Taehyung tells him your orders. When he leaves, Taehyung grins at you.

“What?” you quirk, taking a sip of your wine.

“Nothing.” He grins, unashamedly staring at you.

You bashfully take a few more sips of your wine. You remember what Chaeyoung told you when you got the party last night. Taehyung was a good man, and was okay with no-string relationships. Maybe this was your chance to finally get over the captain.

Clearing your throat, you lean forward, letting your lashes fall heavily on your cheeks, and you lower your tone a few notes. “So what happened last night?”

Bingo, Taehyung’s eyes flit to your chest once more before they focus on your lips that are curled in a smirk. His eyes meet yours again, dangerously glinting with excitement and eyebrows raising as an acceptance of your challenge.

He swirls his wine in his glass, “Well, for starters, you were blubbering about the things you hated in your work.”

Your mouth falls open. “I did?!”

He chuckles, “Yes, Y/N. It was hilarious.”

“Why? Do my miseries at work humor you?” You quip.

He raises his brows, smirking back at you knowingly. “Of course not, I’d never laugh at a lady. I’m laughing because we both know that I’d treat you better than Jeon does.”

The statement has a lot more implications laced into it, and his eyes glint darkly at you in the dim lights of the restaurants. Your breath becomes short, as you hesitate. Not only was he offering you a job, but a break.

“What do you know?” You breathe out. He knew, he knew about you and Mr. Jeon. You’d spilled it. You’d made the biggest mistake of your life.

He meets your gaze, recognizing the fear immediately. “Oh no, Y/N, you didn’t have to say anything. Although your reaction gives me quite enough information.” He takes a sip of your wine, grinning at your horrified expression. “Any idiot can tell from the way you look at him.”

You frown at him. “What do you mean? The way I look at him?”

Something catches his eye behind you, and he takes a last swig from his glass. Cocking his chin up towards your right, the grin falls from his face. You turn in your seat and swivel to see a sight that makes your throat close.

There, a couple tables away from you in the restaurant, sits Jeon Jungkook in the suit that he wore today to work, and a girl you recognize as one of the partners of his business sitting with him. She’s ditched the seat across from him, judging from her purse and coat on that seat, and opted for the one a few inches from Jungkook, giggling as she loops her arm around his and pops a grape into his mouth.

He laughs, moving over to nuzzle her ear, and looks up, eyes running lazily over the room before they settle on you in your seat. They widen, and Jungkook’s brows furrow as he pulls away quickly from the girl and straightens in his seat. You can see the way his figure tenses as he spots who is accompanying you, and his jaw tightens as he leans over and whispers something in the girl’s ear that makes her giggle.

You feel the tug in your chest and the burn behind your eyes.

“That look.” Taehyung responds lowly, pouring himself another glass of wine. You turn to him slowly, eyes blinking back tears. “You look at him like you love him.”

Your mouth presses in a tight line as you try desperately to bite back the tears.

“Please,” you whimper, “please get me out of here.”

Taehyung’s jaw hardens as he waves over the waiter. “Tip yourself double the bill.” The waiter nods, eyes wide as he realizes how big of a tip he’s receiving today and hurries to clean your table. Taehyung briskly grabs his coat and helps you up, wrapping it around your shoulders and walking you out of the restaurant into the waiting car.

You open your eyes and cast a look back at the restaurant, and you swear you see Jungkook getting up from the table and running towards the entrance, but Taehyung tucks the jacket around you tighter.

He holds you close, and you sniffle with your head cast low to hide your tears. He silently just keeps his arm wrapped around you as the driver asks you for your address.

When you calm down, the car is beginning to turn into the familiar road towards your place.

Realizing Taehyung’s arm is still around you, you shift and he retracts it, and you glance down at the jacket. “Thank you,” you mumble, taking it off and handing it back to him. “Oh, I still have your other one back at my place. Thank you for letting me use it last night.”

“Huh?” He stares down at you with confusion.

You gesture at his coat. “You left a similar one, black, with me when you let me stay at your place? Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Wait, Y/N, what? What are you talking about? You went home with Jungkook last night. I saw him take you into his car.”

You frown, remembering the unfamiliar room and the jacket. There was no way-

And then it hits you, the mumbled conversation you had with him in the car.

“Yeah, I hate you. I’m over this.”

He turns in his seat, his hand on the steering wheel as he stares at you. “What are you over?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, cheeks hot and mind reeling from the haze. “This game that you want to play, this stupid dumb game where you fuck me until I love you and then you retreat and act like I’m not worth anything to you.”

He pulls out of the parking lot, the low hum of the car lulling you to sleep.

“Y/N, it’s not a game.”

When you don’t respond, he glances at you. You’re not completely asleep yet. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Mine.”

You feel a heavy pressure on your hand. He’s holding it tightly with the one that’s not gripping the steering wheel.

“And I’m yours.”

You shake your head as the memories come rushing back, too heavy and too fast for you to handle. The tears spring up again and Taehyung assumes it’s because he’s mentioned Jungkook.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Taehyung whispers, staring down at you with a heavy look.

You blink up at him, and in brash attempts to save yourself from drowning in the love you have for Jungkook you painfully croak, “Help me forget him, Taehyung,” you whisper, blinking back tears, “Just once.”

He nods, and takes a large hand and wraps it around the nape of your neck, drawing you in quickly into a kiss.

His lips are warm and strong against your trembling ones, and yours immediately open up to sigh into his mouth as he presses his urgently against yours. He kisses you softly, lips gliding over yours and collecting momentum and confidence as he tips his head slightly to the left whilst a hand comes up to cup your cheek to the right. His lips delve deeper and his tongue flicks over your lower lip, drawing out your reactions in slow and deep drags of his mouth against yours.

You squeeze your eyes shut, but you can’t help the whimper that turns into a sob as tears begin streaming down your cheeks. Taehyung feels it and detaches from you, worriedly looking into your eyes that are crying uncontrollably.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you choke out, and Taehyung just looks understandingly down at you and murmurs to the driver, “Pull over.”

The car comes to a stop and you squeeze his hand with trembling lips.

“Do you know why I don’t do romance, Y/N?” He murmurs, his thumb swiping over your knuckles softly.

You just stare at him as he continues sadly.

“I assume it’s different for Jeon, but for me, I could die any minute protecting this country. I would never do that to the woman I love.”

“Love?” You croak out.

He nods, gazing at you sadly. “It’s quite obvious the way he looks at you Y/N. I’ve worked with him for decades, and I’ve never seen him look at any other woman the way he looks at you.”

The tears stream down, and you sob into your fist as he continues.

“Maybe he pushes you away because he knows it’s dangerous, that it’s not worth hurting you to be selfish for once.”

You haphazardly wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks and throw open the door of the car. He just smiles sadly and let’s you go without another word, which you’re eternally grateful for.

Thankfully the driver has carefully parked in an area that’s not too far from the restaurant. In your heels, you slam the door shut behind you and begin scrambling towards the direction of the restaurant, crossing streets quickly and praying under your breath that Jungkook didn’t leave the restaurant yet.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sleep with Taehyung because you’d be betraying your heart, your body, your mind, every part of you that screamed for Jungkook, longed for him. Every waking moment was consumed by him, and every dozing moment before you closed your eyes were always captured by him. You didn’t know if he returned it. But if you were going to live, you wanted to do it right. You didn’t want to regret this years later, being disappointed and regretting that you didn’t get a chance to voice your feelings to him in a sober state.

You finally reach the restaurant, and in your breathless and sweaty state the host casts you a look, before finally recognizing the guest of the guy who’d tipped the biggest tip of the night, and mumbles an apology under his breath before letting you back in. You thank him haphazardly and run into the restaurant, drawing a few stares from the rich guests whose quiet dinners are interrupted by the sound of your heavy breathing and clicking heels, and the sight of your desperate figure scouring the restaurant for any sign of Jungkook.

But the table he was seated on has been cleared and is set up impeccably, as if he’d never been there. Cursing, you turn on your heel and run outside, flagging a taxi. The last and final resort was to try and get to the house that you’d woken up in last night.

You pray that he had the mind to at least invite the girl over to his place instead of going to hers.

As you slump into the seat, you scoff at yourself.

You were completely pathetic, wishing to yourself that Jungkook had brought the girl home to his house rather than going to hers. You didn’t even have your wallet or purse with you, just your phone tucked into your hand. You didn’t even have his personal mobile number, just the digits that corresponded to his office line. This was your last chance.

The taxi drops you off in front of the estate and the man lets you pay with your phone with a frown. Ignoring the passive-agressiveness, you thank him and leap out of the taxi with your phone in tow, running up to the building and showing the security guard a picture of your work ID tag, blurting out some excuse about needing to notify your boss immediately about some important issue about the company.

He’s about to deny you entrance, but then seems to think about how the fact that you know that Mr. Jeon resides here, means you must be someone important to him. He gives you a once over again, and you promise him that you’re not anyone dangerous, assuring him that if he calls someone at the company right now, he’ll realize that you’re Mr. Jeon’s personal assistant and secretary.

“Is he here with someone?” You gasp.

The man sighs, “No, miss. He came alone.”

You mull over that. Alone? That meant he didn’t come in with his date and returned home alone?

You thank the guard before running over to the elevator and jamming your finger into the button repeatedly. It comes in an instant, and you step in, immediately pressing the highest number you can see on the board of numbers.

The doors open with a ding, and you step out hesitantly.

The cold air in the hallway is chilling against your clammy skin and you breath shakily as you survey the single door at the end of the beautiful hallway.

Your feet ache, and you sigh as you remove them, groaning lowly as you step on the cool marble that helps chill and soothe your aching feet.

The hallway feels like miles long, as you quietly pad down it and reach the door. It has no number, no peep hole, and is a very simple door. But you recognize this hallway, you realize that the jacket you brought home was definitely not Taehyung’s, because it has that aroma that makes you go crazy. And you can smell it slightly on the floor of this building, and you hesitantly bring your hand up to knock on the door in three clear pounds.

You don’t know what to say. You didn’t prepare a speech or anything, and you’re sure your hair is completely winded and your blouse is probably now drooping past your shoulder, your feet red and swollen from running in heels. Your makeup is probably smeared from the crying you did earlier, and you can feel the sweat sticking your blouse and skirt to your skin.

But you don’t care.

The door sounds a slick sound of a lock turning in its place and it opens outwards. You step back as you come face to face with the confused and puzzled dark look of Jungkook.

His eyes harden as they sweep across your blotchy cheeks and down to your swollen feet.

Immediately, as soon as you meet eyes with him, the tears come back, your heart growing three sizes and bursting forth in a tsunami of ugly emotions. You blubber, “I-I came because I tr-tried to forget and I can’t and I–”

He closes the distance between you in a swift movement and swallows your words with his lips, hands gripping your cheeks and carding through your hair as he presses you against him and steals a kiss in greedy desire. You lose your breath and all your inhibitions are thrown out the window the moment his lips touch yours in familiar passion.

You drop your heels and wrap your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss as he holds your waist tight against his body, pressing you to him as he imprints his taste into your mouth, pulling breaths and sobs from your lips until your cries turn into breathless pleas and sighs.

His lips demand your submission, assuring you of his presence, swiping across yours in passionate desire and perfection. He drags the pleasure out of you and pulls out the deepest darkest desires in your heart as he pulls you into his apartment. The door closes shut with a sound and he presses you up against it, hands gripping heavily through your blouse.

He pulls away to catch his breath, and it’s only then that you can see that he’s only dressed in a white dress shirt and the slacks he wore to work today. His tie has been thrown off and the first few buttons opened, revealing his heaving and flushed chest.

You raise your eyes to look at him and he’s staring down at you with utter concentration, eyebrows furrowed and irises dark as he surveys your expression. Before you can even say anything, he reaches down and captures your lips again, and you sigh into the kiss in silent consent, fingers coming up to unbutton his shirt. This you understood.

He groans and begins kissing down your neck, tongue and teeth scraping the delicate skin and marking it with sheer possessiveness. The groans he lets out when he noses your skin shoot straight into your core and you whimper as you struggle with the last few buttons near his lower abdomen. He grips your wrists in his large hands and presses them against the door behind you, rendering you completely exposed to his lips.

He cards them roughly down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder, mouthing at the skin there and lapping up after he bites into you.

“Fuck, Jungkook, please,” You whine, blubbering pleas as his strong hands keep yours anchored to the door. He finally lets them go but immediately rips open your blouse, buttons skidding and clattering off the tile as he yanks your bra down to envelop his lips around a nipple.

It’s long hard licks with his tongue spread wide against your skin, his nose brushing at the swell of your breast as he moans into your skin. Your knees buckle and he mounts you there, hips pressing hard into yours against the door to keep you upright.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “I missed this,” he groans, his other hand coming up to surround and knead your other breast. You moan and keen into his mouth, upper body curling into him as he licks you so good with his tongue, moaning around your nipple, sending the vibrations straight to your core.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, scrabbling for his hair or his shoulders or something to grab onto to keep yourself grounded. You yank at the hair on his nape and he detaches with a groan, glaring down at you as he straightens back up. You discard the shreds of your blouse and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your trembling lips desperately onto his, tip toeing to tongue at his lips.

“Please,” You mumble, brave with your words and what you asked of him. “Please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point, but Jungkook seems to have an idea.

His lips don’t part for you as you kiss him, and you whine desperately and pull back to look at him. His eyes are still open and dark and angry as he stares down at you, and he lets out a curt, “No. Tonight I’m going to take my time.”

Before you could even respond, he reaches down and picks you up, and you gasp, holding onto him as he walks briskly past the other doors to the familiar door at the end of the hallway. He throws it open and throws you onto the 4-poster bed that you’d woken up in this morning, and straightens up at the edge of the bed, as he undoes the buttons on his wrists.

Pushing his sleeves up past his gorgeous forearms, he crawls on the King mattress, looming over your body. He encircles your ankle in his grip and pulls you close, dragging you underneath him as he presses a hand next to your head on the mattress.

The same hand gripping your ankle drags up your leg and disappears under your skirt as he leans down to press his lips against your neck again, and you sigh at the touch, hands coming up to encircle his neck as he begins to make love with his tongue to your breasts again. The hand under your skirt pushes aside your underwear, and parts your folds with familiar practice, collecting the wetness on his fingertips and dragging them all the way up your slit until he finds your clit.

You choke on nothing when he does, breath catching in your throat and leaving your lungs in a whoosh that he feels with his mouth when your chest heaves. “Oh my go–” Your statement cuts off when he slides his fingers right in, curling upward to find the spot that has you squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your thighs around his hips.

“God, you’re so wet.” He groans into your skin, and you can even hear the sounds of your arousal, your walls sucking his fingers in as he moves them in and out, aiming for the spot inside you whilst his thumb joins into rub at your clit.

“Ohhh Jungkook right there,” you breathe out, swallowing heavily as he finds the rhythm that has you teetering on the edge. He sucks even harder at your breasts, tongue flattening out and dragging the rough pad of his tongue over the sensitive skin as you fall apart on his fingers, crying his name and rocking your hips desperately against him.

He touches you and kisses you through the orgasm, groaning along with you as he feels your walls clench down on him and spasm over his hand. He stops to look down at you, with his hand still inside you, surveying the marks he’s made all over your chest and neck. Smirking, he removes his hand and immediately laps up the wetness he’s collected there, and in the smoky haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you watch him in awe as he stares down at you with a dark glint in his eyes as he skillfully moves his tongue around his digits and cleans it of the glistening remnants of your orgasm.

“Fuck, taste so good,” He grunts, letting go of his fingers and reaching for your skirt, yanking it down your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. You’re now completely nude, and you stare down at him as he lays on his stomach and throws your leg over his shoudler.

“N-no Jungkook please,” you whimper, half desperate for the immeasurable amount of pleasure you know he guarantees you, but half cringing from the sensitivity from the orgasm he just gave you.

But he ignores you and strong hands grip your inner thighs and spread them open, lips immediately dragging over the wetness that he’s already pooled there, and tearing a high-pitched cry of his name from your throat. You immediately grip his hands that are resting on your hips, scratching at his fingers until he yields and threads his fingers through yours, mounting them to your hips.

Your back bows and arches up into his mouth as he licks up lasciviously into you like he doesn’t know whats up or down anymore. He moans into the skin, sending vibrations straight up down your toes and making you curl away and cringe from the oversensitivity. Tears prickle at your eyes as he tears yelps of his name from your lips, tongue dragging over sensitive flesh and abusing the swollen nub that has you gripping his hands tighter, and clenching down on nothing to try and appease the pleasure.

“Do you want to cum?” He mutters, and you open your eyes to glance down and almost cum right then and there. He’s breathing heavily, glaring up at you with dark eyes with pupils almost blown out of proportion, lips glistening from your arousal.

“Fuck,” you cry, head dropping down on the sheets.

He squeezes your hips in his hands, “Say it.”

“Fuck!” you yell, tears streaming down. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please Jungkook, please, let me cum!” You’re blabbering nonsense at this point but it doesn’t seem to stop Jungkook from returning to your folds with newfound purpose and immediately makes a suction at your clit, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves in a slick motion that throws you over the edge, completely unprepared.

You convulse against him, your walls clenching on nothing as he continues to kiss you and work you through your orgasm until you’re yelping from the pain and pushing him away and cringing away on the sheets, face and upper body twisted in an attempt to get away from his mouth.

He relents, and watches you twitch beneath him, crying out in pleasure and wanton desire as you grip his hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you ride the waves of your orgasm.

“Fucking beautiful.” He says, moreso to himself than to you.

When you come back to earth, you’re breathing heavily and you see that he’s taken off his shirt and belt, waiting and watching you with a hard look.

You feel drunk, so drunk off of the pleasure, but even moreso in your love for him. You reach up, cringing at the swollen feeling of your folds, but choose to ignore it as you kneel up against him, hands sliding up his body.

The lines there are as you left them, the muscles hard from their training and the fighting. But while he graced televisions all over the country and billboards and ads, the bare body was all for yours for the taking.

Your hand trembles as it dips into the hard lines of his abs as you run your hand from his hips up to his chest. He shivers under you touch, but kneels high above you without a word, silently watch you touch him.

You finally reach his chest, hand resting over his chest where you can feel it heave with the breaths that he takes and the fluttering heartbeat. You look up into his eyes, and sit up higher, whispering to him.

“I can do this. Please, please let me in. You don’t need to think about anything else. Please, just–” You don’t know what to say, and the words become jumbled and blubbered as the tears come again.

“Please just let me love you.”

You reach up and kiss him, softly pressing your lips to his, and you begin moving them. He seems to fight it for a moment, and then relents, his hands coming up to card into the strands of your hair as he exhales into the kiss, eyes closing as he leans down a bit to fit your head tighter against his.

He lets you kiss him, lets you run your tongue into his mouth and taste him for all he’s worth, and you pour yourself into the kiss, communicating to him how much you love and adore him.

With a push to his chest, you push him back against the sheets, and he goes down with you on top, hands coming up to cup your waist in his hands. You kneel over him, kissing his lips and trailing off to the side, running your lips over the edge of his jawline, down his gorgeous neck. In spite, you defiantly suck a hickey into his neck and chest as you move lower down, running your tongue over the hard lines of his chest, brushing up against his nipple and relishing over the choked sound he makes in his throat.

When you move lower down his abdomen, his grip on your hair gets tighter and stops you from continuing.

He’s breathing harshly, and you can see the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, I need you right now,” he breathes, pupils blown wide as his mouth hangs open in pants.

You nod, quickly getting up and helping him cast his pants aside. But he catches your wrist as you move to get off of him.

“Ride me like this,” he mutters, leaning back on his back against the pillows. You bite your lip and nod, hestiantly throwing your knee over his hip and settling on his thighs as you steady yourself with a hand on his lower stomach.

He grips himself and strokes himself in his fist tightly as he stares up at you. You can’t tear your eyes away at how hot it is to watch him do that, but a hand taps against your hips to remind you.

You crawl a bit further up and reach down to guide his tip into you, and once his thick and hot tip is nestled right against your entrance, you brace yourself on his shoulders and sink down.

The both of you simultaneously moan at the sensation. Jungkook groans like he’s in pain, eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw and grips your hips so hard they’ll bruise. His chest is flushed and his abs clenched so hard it looks like he might cum any second.

You’re not any better, your folds clenching around him, still sensitive and glowing pink inside from the two orgasms he drew out of you. You tremble above him, choking out his name at the sensation of him completely inside of you after so long.

“Fuck Jungkook I–” You stammer, dropping down to mold your upper body against his and bury your face in his shoulder. “I–I can’t, I’m too sensitive, I can’t, I–”

“You can,” he grits out, and ruts up into you with a roll of his hips so smoothly that it hits your spot instantly.

You garble out his name, crying out at the oversensitivity, nipples hardening against his chest as you hear his heavy breaths against your ear.

“You can,” he repeats, harshly rutting up into you, feet braced against the mattress. “Give me one more, Y/N.” He raises his torso, taking you along with him so that he faces you, rocking you onto him.

“I-I c-can’t,” you sob, against him, teeth scraping against any skin you can find to distract yourself. “S-so good,” you breathe out, toes curling underneath you, “S-so b-big, god.”

He groans at the praise, finding more purpose and control in his grinds against you, eyes finally opening up and drawing your face back so that he can look at you properly.

His gaze runs over your tear stained cheeks and his brows ease out as he leans in to sweetly and softly press his lips against yours. He swallows your mewls and pleas as he ruts his hips up into yours, hard and calculated, waking up nerves in you that you could never reach on your own.

You move your hips blindly against his, rocking up and down and clenching and unclenching your walls to draw moans and groans of your name out of his lips. He’s gorgeous like this, completely fucked out and eyes hazily looking up at you like you’re the last thing he needs before he dies.

You cry out in pleasure, a blubbering mess of his name, and the pleasure starts to become too much, the webs of pain and pleasure drawing higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore, can’t handle the immense love that he gives to your body.

“Fu—” You keen, hips moving faster against his, “Jungkook I’m–!”

“That’s it baby,” he breathes, hips matching your pace, thrusting up in the perfect angle to hit the spot that has you seeing stars. “That’s it, one more, do it for me. Give it to me. Fuck,” he breathes out, seeing the way you lose focus.

“Yeah, only you. Shit,” he grits, sweat trailing down his temple in the sheer effort it takes to hold back his orgasm. “Only you, can make me like this. Only you, fuck. I love you, fuck, holy shit.”

The praise and the declaration you’d been waiting for all along tumble out of his lips and you cry out and press your lips against him as you fall apart.

“Jungkook!” You cry out, unable to say or do anything else but think about him him him.

You sob against him, tears of joy and pleasure and shock and relief flooding down into your hair as he grips your waist and turns the both of you to press your back into the mattress and thrust a few more times into your pulsing core until he’s coming apart, spilling into you with a groan and a strained cry of your name.

He swallows your moans with his mouth and you take what he can give you, sucking the breaths out of him as they come, mewling against him as he rides out the both of your orgasms. You’re completely limp, helpless against his hands and his body as you twitch and writhe in the presence of the onslaught of pleasure and love and relief.

He breathes heavily against your shoulder, panting as if he’s run a marathon. His chest heaves against yours, matching your heartbeat in a skittish flutter that warms you from head to toe. And it’s not just in the post-orgasm bliss.

He loves you.

When the both of you calm down, he pulls out of you with a wince, and walks over to the restroom to grab a towel and run it under warm water. He cleans himself off and then pads back to clean you between your legs. You’re collapsed on the bed, still awake, but reeling in shock and oversensitivity.

He puts on his briefs and grabs his white dress shirt, and threads your arms through the arms and tucks you into his arms as he settles next to you on the bed.

The both of you are still a little breathless, but you break the silence.

“So, what does this mean?”

He looks down at you, and you can see the sadness and turmoil that swirls in his irises.

“I don’t know.” He whispers.

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand, drawing him close in an innocent soft kiss, trembling lips against trembling lips.

“I don’t know if I can do this again,” he whipsers against your lips, and you draw back in confusion. “I already lost one. I can’t die, I can’t grow old with you.”

You blink back at him, stroking his sideburn. His hand grips your waist, and right now, he looks like a little child, a little boy who’s lost everyone close to him and has cast away anyone who tried to get close.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Let’s not think about that right now.”

He nods, and you bury yourself in his chest, and his strong arms wrap around you, caging you in a warmth that you haven’t felt for years.

You’d never slept better.

The both of you face each other in the laboratory as you sit on the table.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks you once again, hand wrapping around yours.

You nod, “Yes, for the last time. I’m ready.” You glance down at the ring on your finger and give a nod to the doctor, who prepares the syringe. The formula that would grant immunity from death, without the side effects of strength or whatnot. This was exactly what you’d been waiting for.

Smiling, you face your fiancee, too happy to notice the sting of the needle in your forearm.

You loved him, and he loved you.

It was an honor to spend eternity with him.

#fics #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts smut #bts angst #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #oh god this is actual sin #forgive me lord #for i have sinned #Jungkooks pov coming soon I guess

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I’m Back!

Hello, everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while. The past few weeks have been a little hectic for me. I’m closing drabble requests now and have received lots of good ideas. Thank you to all of those who submitted! Also, two of the requests have turned into oneshots (this is a rare thing, but sometimes I get carried away and it happens lol.) The oneshots will be a pirate!au with some smut for Jimin and a dance camp smut with Yugyeom. I’m also finishing up my first Jungkook smut oneshot that I started working on ages ago and involves Netflix and chill. Hehe. Hope you’re all doing well and please look forward to the upcoming drabbles and oneshots! :)

(replies below the cut beware im drinking vodka while i answer to make my responses more interesting hehe (actually im getting as drunk as i can to deal with my vengeful uterus which is very unhappy i have not conceived any spawn this month and is giving me cramps from hell) you may notice my spelling grammar and punctuation get worse as you read please dont hold it against me)

anonymous asked: Hi Leigh we haven't heard of you since you mentioned having knee surgery the next day and I had this really bad feeling I hope you are ok? For some reason I am genuinely concerned and I don't know why so I hope everything went well??

Yes, all is well! I healed in pretty good time and am already out and about again. It’s a surgery I’ve had before so I knew what to expect and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Thank you for checking on me. Sorry if I made you worry :)

omg-mystarx-neoctech asked: Hell YES JOOHEON.

I SAY THIS ON A DAILY BASIS!

anonymous asked: Can I just say I fucking love the layout and look of your blog. Also I just read one of your smuts and holy shit im deceased.

Thank you! I’ve been revamping some of the pages but I only have a few of them done, so a few things may be blank at the moment. I changed it so fics are listed by member instead of type I hope that’s better but if anyone has opinions on the layout please let me know :)

anonymous asked: OKAY BUT THAT JOOHEON SMUT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUSLY SINFUL. I'M HAVING HEART PROBLEMS.

Jooheon himself is deliciously sinful tbh. I have heart palpitations every time I see a pic of him wearing tight pants. Or just pants in general. i aint never seen such pretty thighs before

neon-flamingos asked: I read Rhythm and omg i criedddddd it was so good i just can imagine Jooheon saying all those dirty thingssss my vayjayjay cries

look i recently saw that vid of him speaking english and his accent is so good which means i can totally hear him in my head saying all them naughty english things this is not good what have i done my lady parts also cry HELP

anonymous asked: Everyone is talking about the Jooheon smut and I'm here still crying because of how hard Chained up hit me

oh god that was not my best work but im glad you enjoyed it the thing never got edited i hope its not a hot mess haha sorry markiepooh but it still got the job done i think hehehe

anonymous asked: A part of me regrets reading Underworld AF....but it was such a good read too... that last chapter HURT but it was a good hurt

oh no dont regret reading it! that makes me sad! its a long ass fic i dont want you to get to the end of it and think holy shit i wasted so much time reading that horror flick i tried to bring it full circle in the end im glad you thought it was a good read i panicked for a second haha

honeyheonie asked: HOLY FUCK!!!! I have sinned. 'Rythm' was 👌👌👌👌👌

me too darling ;) thank ya

anonymous asked: Do you have a quote or prompt list we could use? :)

i do not. i leave it up to you guys that way you have lots to choose from

topaz-and-turquoise asked: For some reason, I only just got to binge-read the last 3 chapters of Underworld. Leigh. LEIGH. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF BTS-GOT7 CROSSOVERS. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CROSSOVERS. THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU'S. OF ALL AU'S. YOU ARE THE BEST AT WRITING TENSION AND HEART-WRENCHING SCENES AND THE COMPLEXITY OF PEOPLE AND JUST HOLY FRICK YOU'RE AMAZING. THANK YOU FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU ALREADY KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KPOP FANFIC OF ALL TIME. I'M SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO SATISFIED. YOU ARE THE BEST.

she calls ME QUEEN! thank you thank you I SQUEAL A LOT AT THIS im actually sad its over too. but im content with it. I HOPE IT IS FOREVER YOUR FAVE you stuck with me through the whole thing thank you i love you

statetheobvious04 asked: I've long been a follower for your underworld series and Jesus christ it's one of the best series of read ever. The storyline was so gripping and full of love and loss that by the time I finished the last chapter my chest was heavy and I nearly cried. Idk how you did it but I feel like I've personally lived through minas insane and perilous journey and felt every single emotion as if it were my own. It's een a while since I've read the earlier chapters but I feel like if I do il start 1/2 2/2 sobbing. You are such an amazing and talented writer that this story deserves to be developed into a book or movie but eve then those may not do it justice. But honestly, thank you so much for sharing and writing. And I’m so happy mina finally got the life she deserves and that everyone else managed to find peace in Iceland 💜💜💜💜

THIS MAKES ME HAPPPY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CAN I DESCRIBE MY JOY AT THIS MESSAGE you make me cry thank you for loving mina and thank you for supporting the story and thank you for telling me how it felt to read it i love you <3

anonymous asked: hi leigh! I have a question. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way, I'm just curious! May I ask why you're not taking exo requests?

you’re good honey :) honestly im just not in an exo mood at the moment. i still write for them i still even have a baekhyun oneshot in my drafts idk im just not feeling like writing for them for drabbles at the moment if that makes sense

anonymous asked: Do you still open the drabble request?

they are closed now.

anonymous asked: I'm a Yoongi at heart but your story Underworld made my heart 'boom boom'. Seriously this is the best mafia /zombie apocalypse AU I have ever read and I read a lot of fan fiction. Keep up the good work. PS: Some drabbles based on Underworld wouldn't hurt. PSS: If you don't understand the heart boom boom reference , go see the latest Buzzfeed interview of BTS.

i can’t help but only hear got7′s boom boom boom though haha im down for underworld drabbles i think i mentioned before that any gang!au drabbles i do will be in the underworld universe before the zombie outbreak so far i only have the one for bambam i would link it but im too tipsy for something that level right now sorry :D

anonymous asked: I fucking love your angst writings, they get me emotional aha

thank you i love angst i like toying with emotions ehehe

anonymous asked: Underworld is amazing!!! One of the best stories I've read, even though it has me crying from Paris all the way to the end.😭😭😭😭 You done good. 😁

we dont talk about paris haha jk that one hurt too much thank you darling that its one of the best you’ve read means the world to me :)

anonymous asked: How can you write like thattttt!!!! I adore you. I'll always be your follower 💖

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU and i’ll always be here! i promise <3

anonymous asked: Who is that in your header gif?

It’s Suga :)

thewriterpixie asked: *squeals* I just finished reading the Suga father/daughter date drabble! It made my day!

Thank you! I love that one so much :)

anonymous asked: Okay I was reading Wake Up and Play with Me and for some reason it reminded me of their song Paradise?¿¿ Now whenever I hear it I'm gonna associate it with this smut xD

Ooh i like the sound of that! i really love Paradise but I think Sign is my favorite on the album but how do you get your question marks upside down i thought the room was spinning for a second i kid you not lol

anonymous asked: Your Jooheon smut got me looking at Jooheony at a different way now 😏 thank you for writing such a quality one shot! You're one of the best of the best!

YAS come to the jooheon side we have thick thighs and adorable dimples you will not regret this ;)

taecmekai asked: hope you are ok and recovering well from your knee surgery :)

i’m okay! gained a few pounds from being stuck on the couch for a few days but idgaf hehe ;) i’ll get back to yoga when i feel like it

coppertopging asked: I just finished Underworld. holy crap the emotional coaster you took me on! I read the last 7 chaps today & i couldn't stop crying. I didn't when Jae died, but his 'funeral' got me with the reactions from everyone. & then Hobi?! That was the most painful. I had to stop & pull myself together. Yoongi made me laugh a little with his delivery. My favorite part of the ending was the Jk/Yugy part. The only thing I felt was missing was more detail into Namjoon & Jin. But this story was amazing!!!

yeah hoseok was the hardest for me too. i wanted to keep anything namjin related kinda vague and open to the reader’s interpretation that’s why there wasn’t much material there but im very glad you enjoyed the story thank you :)

anonymous asked: holy fucking shit. it's 4am and i just finished reading Underworld and i'm crying so hard there's so many emotions i'm feeling. thank you so much for that masterpiece. it's the first work of yours i've read and omfg you're talented as fuck. i'm actually a bit speechless still tbh it's only fully processing to me ...hobi... he's not even my bias but i'm crying so hard i need help wow SO MUCH LOVE FOR U AND UR WRITING THO

omg i cant believe you stayed up that late to read it i wish i could do that but in my old age i dont bounce back that well anymore (i just turned 27 and am very upset about it) anyway THANK YOU this makes me very happy

danphilandstuff asked: OH MY FUCKING GOD RHYTHM WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS ACTUALLY HOW I IMAGINED HIM TO BE IT FELT SO REAL IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST FANFIC IVE EVER READ IM CURRENTLY READING YOUR MASTER LIST. you're actually such an amazing writer thank you so much (Could I request more Jooheon fics? ((If you want and have time)) )

i will never stop writing jooheon fics. you have nothing to worry about there haha. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BEST FANFIC YOUVE READ IT WAS SUCH A RAUNCHY SEX FEST I SHOULD BE ASHAMED lol just kidding no but in all seriousness THANK YOU I LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT I HOPE YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE MUHAHA

anonymous asked: (1/3) Hey lovely! I came across your blog today after reading your monsta x all in one shot and i just wanted to say thank you for writing something so incredible! it had me gripped from start to finish and it was honestly one of the most (2/3) well-written pieces ive ever read, I would love to be able to write at your standard one day. I cant express how grateful i am, it put me through so many emotions and i actually had tears in my eyes at one point! So yeah, apologies for this (3/3) being so long but i just wanted to express my gratitude and say that you are an amazing writer :) x

oh my goodness this was ridiculously lovely. i am very proud of All In and how it turned out. i hope to finish the sequel soon. i keep getting writers block on it and i dont know why but anyway. thank you for sending me this and im thrilled that i could write something you enjoy very much. you are too kind thank you <3

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