Spooky
pairing: upskirt!jungkook x original character
genre: established relationship, smut [21+]
summary: Scream is Alejandra’s favorite slasher flick and Jungkook aims to please in his Ghostface costume and pretty rainbow knife.
wc: 4.9k
warnings: PLEASE read the warnings! this is a Halloween fic and content may be triggering to you!!! proceed with CAUTION! ghostface!role play, consensual knife play (with pre-established consent), use of a knife specifically a pocket knife, dom/sub undertones, thigh-highs, pierced!jungkook, tattoed!jungkook, BD!jk, long hair ytc!jungkook, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting, bruising), hair pulling, jungkook licks the knife, mask kink (?), Alejandra hides and JK searches for her in typical scary movie fashion, quotes from the movie used as dialogue, mention of JK being sadistic, blade is pressed to Ale’s neck/throat a lot as well as the rest of her body, spit kink, degradation, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), rough oral sex (cock slapping, gagging, deep throating), mention of temperature play, fingering f. (receiving), manhandling, spanking, unprotected sex, cum eating
date: October 29, 2022
Alejandra had gotten dolled up in her favorite black skirt, with chains that dangled and shined when the light hit them perfectly. Her chunky Demonias with bat wings drew her boyfriend’s gaze almost as much as the thick thigh-high socks that rested on her thighs beautifully. He resisted the urge to sink his teeth into the softness of them. Perhaps he would when they got home.
“Babe,” Jungkook says to draw Ale’s attention as she pushes the shopping cart slowly, admiring everything on the shelf in front of her. Pumpkins of all shapes, sizes, and colors greet her. Her manicured hands are done up for the season, pink and black with little white ghosts and spiderwebs. Jungkook’s the same, only shorter. At their next appointment they’ll do black and white, perhaps add some tiny little bats. Jungkook will keep his nails short so he doesn’t hurt her when he’s knuckle deep in her soaking wet cunt.
“Look,” Jungkook grins from the spot he’s wandered to at the end of the aisle. He holds up a Ghostface mask and Alejandra beams with excitement. After all, Scream is one of her favorite films.
“Fuck,” she curses as she walks toward her boyfriend. He holds the mask up next to his face, his smirk making her feel many emotions as she leans in to press a kiss on his cheek.
“Put it in the cart,” her voice is low as she walks away from Jungkook, swaying her hips as if he weren’t already looking at her ass. He’s spent most of the drive with his hand between her legs, fingers warming from the heat between her thighs.
Jungkook does as he’s told, smiling to himself as he walks back to his girlfriend. Easily, Jungkook wraps himself around her, his chin resting on her shoulder and his hands around her stomach, careful not to squeeze too much. Today is a bad day for Ale, she’s feeling a little insecure about her body but Jungkook’s spent the majority of the day devouring her in kisses, complimenting every bit of her, and writing every reason he loves her that has nothing to do with her physical appearance.
Ale has never felt more loved than today. She’s grateful for such an amazing boyfriend, such as Jungkook, even more so when she sees him in his Ghostface costume.
Halloween finally rolls around in their household. Ale plans on handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters until it’s time for them to head to Jimin’s Halloween bash.
Alejandra’s decided to be a sexy witch. Her dress only reaches mid-thigh while her thigh-high boots cover everything except a sliver of skin that Jungkook places his large hand on.
“You look hot as fuck,” he states when he sees her.
“You too,” she says before her lips are on his. His tongue easily slips between her lips, moaning when her tongue meets his.
“We don’t have to go to the party,” Jungkook assures her as his hands slip under her dress, feeling the thin material of her lace thong donned on only for the party. Normally, she’d go commando, a recent development that Jungkook seemed to love.
“Oh?” Ale grins as she grabs Jungkook. “Wouldn’t they wonder where we are?”
“Fuck them,” Jungkook growls as he bunches Alejandra’s dress up to her hips, exposing her thong. “Don’t pretend that’s such a significant loss.”
“It’s not,” she chuckles.
“Come here, Ale,” Jungkook can’t contain his arousal. Seeing his girl in her costume is more than enough to get him riled up. The thought of her thigh-high boots wrapped around his slim waist has him palpitating. He wants her to squeeze him between her thighs, make him drool on her soft skin and maybe cum from a lazy blowjob. Who knows?
“Babe?” Alejandra calls, waving her manicured hand in front of his face.
“Hmm?” Jungkook hums once he’s brought out of his daydream, his mask covering his face. “What, baby?”
“You zoned out,” Alejandra pouts as she kicks off her boots, leaving her in just her thigh-high socks. Something Jungkook had mentioned he loved seeing on her. Just looking at them made his mouth water. It had been a good minute since his pretty lips had sucked on her skin, leaving his mark for all to see. Maybe he’d decorate her pretty tawny skin once again, leaving nothing but red and purple bruises behind.
The thought leaves his cock throbbing.
“Kiss me,” Ale demands as his fingers grip the long strands of his hair, pulling him closer as she pushes the mask off his face enough to kiss him. Jungkook kisses her easily, melting under her touch. It’s easy for him to switch into his role-play like they had agreed to beforehand, scheduling it right before the party. They were cutting it close.
“Run,” Jungkook growls.
Alejandra blinks.
“What?”
“Run!” Jungkook instructs, showing his shiny knife, one he’d swapped out his fake one for this moment.
Alejandra bites back a moan. Instantly, she takes off, sliding on the wood floor as she runs out of the room while Jungkook licks the end of the knife that won’t split his tongue in two.
Taking his cell phone out, Jungkook hits his girlfriend’s nickname on the screen; Baby Girl <3.
“Hello, Alejandra.”
“Leave me alone! Who are you?!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll find out soon enough!”
The line goes dead, and Jungkook cackles.
Enough games. Jungkook shakes his head as he slowly makes his way through the house with his costume and mask on. He smiles to himself when he hears the creak of a floorboard. He clutches the handle of his knife tightly in his hand as he steps forward.
Silence.
Jungkook continues forward, slowly and cautiously checking each room, but comes out blank. He runs his hand over the straight end of the knife, a pretty little rainbow blade that had made his girlfriend’s eyes sparkle when she’d seen it online. Who was he if he didn’t aim to please?
“I’m coming for you, Alejandra,” he says loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He chuckles when he hears a soft squeak and more running. Jungkook smirks, cock already hard in his pants as he moves forward, knife dragging on the wall as he approaches the bathroom.
With silent footsteps, he steps inside. He turns his head to the side, smiling underneath his mask as he looks at his reflection. He takes his cell phone out of his pocket, raises his mask to unlock it, and puts it back in place before he snaps a picture to send to Ale.
Jungkook listens intently for the soft vibrating of her phone but hears nothing. He grins as he turns to face the shower curtain, slowly pushing it back with the edge of the knife. The hooks screech annoyingly as he moves them to the other end of the tub.
Empty.
“Hmm,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “I do enjoy the chase.”
There are only so many places his girlfriend can hide. Jungkook is unbothered as he leaves the bathroom, stepping back into the hallway.
“Come on, Alejandra. Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he sings as he steps into the spare room. He strains his ears, trying to listen for any sounds, but hears nothing except the low ticktock of the wall clock that sits on the opposite wall from the door.
Cautiously, Jungkook steps further into the bedroom. His first stop is the closet, opening it rather loudly, only to come out empty.
Footsteps are heard behind him, and he cackles.
“Baby! You’re making this too easy!” he calls out, voice nearly a growl as he slams the closet doors shut.
Quickly, Jungkook is back in the hallway, catching a glimpse of Ale’s dress as she rounds a corner. He leans against the wall as he toys with the knife in his hands, admiring his nails as he gives her a few minutes to find a new hiding spot.
“Fuck,” Jungkook leans his head back, his free hand palming his erection over his pants. His skin is flushed, his body heated, and yearning for Alejandra’s touch. Wants her on her knees for him, wants to hear her sweet moans when the icy blade touches her skin and makes her shiver.
Jungkook decides he’s had enough chasing. He needs Ale more than ever. Pushing off the wall, he takes a few slow steps forward, deciding to head to the shared bedroom. He’s positive Alejandra is hiding somewhere in there.
As Jungkook enters the bedroom, he heads straight for the closet. Raising his hand, he drags the knife along the door before opening it slowly and sticking his head in. Alejandra covers her mouth to muffle the gasp as her heart races after hearing Jungkook in the bedroom.
It’s only a matter of seconds before he finds her.
“Alejandra,” Jungkook sings as he shuts the closet doors. “I know you’re in here, baby.”
Alejandra remains silent as Jungkook approaches with heavy footsteps. He looks at the nightstand, making sure the first aid kit is sitting there and ready in case it is needed. After all, safe play is the best play. He doesn’t intend to hurt Alejandra, but her safety will always be the utmost priority.
Jungkook chuckles as he checks beneath the bed, humming to himself. He smirks when he spots his girlfriend as she wiggles out from underneath.
He’s generous. He allows her ten seconds to escape before he’s chasing her with his knife. Her screams fill the home, fueling Jungkook’s sadistic self as he chases after her. He cackles when she slips on the kitchen floor, socks making it hard for her to run as she slides on the laminate flooring.
“Please!” Alejandra cries out as she falls on the floor, crawling toward the island, seeking shelter. Jungkook cackles as he approaches slowly. His thick boots meet the floor and it echoes in Ale’s ears. She holds her breath as her boyfriend presses edge of his knife to her neck, the cool blade sending shivers down her spine.
“What’s the matter, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jungkook quotes one of her favorite lines (with an adjustment) of Scream and she looks into his mask, tingles running down her spine. Alejandra wants him to kiss her, to touch her already.
“Kook,” she pants.
Jungkook remains silent. His Ghostface mask is all Ale can see as the knife digs into her skin slightly.
“Are you afraid, Alejandra?” Jungkook asks with a quirk of his head, checking in with her as a precaution.
“I’m not afraid. Do it,” Alejandra pleads, swallowing thickly as the knife presses harder against her. She moans, tuning herself out in her head as Jungkook slips the knife between her breasts, cutting her stupid costume open. The sound of it tearing apart leaves her clenching around nothing as her lust-filled eyes look at Jungkook’s mask straight on. Looking down at the scraps of cloth, she’s grateful she thought ahead and bought a backup costume.
The blade lays between her breasts, nipples hard and pussy dripping. Alejandra begs Jungkook to fuck her and he cuts through the rest of the thin velvet material of her dress easily.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me when you want to stop, okay?” Jungkook checks in.
The blade slides across her hips. “Can I cut these off?”
Alejandra simply nods her consent. Jungkook waits for her to consent aloud before he’s using the knife to cut through her thong, throwing the scraps over his shoulder.
Leaving nothing to the imagination, Jungkook is quick to kiss his way up his girlfriend’s thick thighs. His lips suck on her thighs, hands gripping supple flesh as his teeth scrape along her inner thigh.
“Jungkook,” she breathes when she rips the mask off to discard it on her kitchen floor.
“Ale,” he moans in response as he kisses her once again. His hands find purchase on her hips as he kisses her deeply, his tongue meeting hers in an intimate kiss that leaves his toes curling.
Jungkook gains his restraint, his knife pressed to her neck once again. Her trembles make his cock rock hard as he presses deeper, but is careful not to draw blood.
“Fuck, Kook,” Ale moans, fingers tangled in his dark locks.
“Jungkook,” Alejandra breathes as she pushes him onto the floor once the knife is safely placed on the ground before she’s climbing over him. Jungkook chuckles darkly, reaching for the knife to place on her breast. The cold blade makes her shiver when it meets her skin.
“Fuck,” Alejandra moans, scrambling off him, giggling as she runs off.
Jungkook takes a few moments to himself, listening to the giggles of his girlfriend. She throws in a few screams to create the atmosphere but otherwise is silent save for the stomping of her sock-clad feet going down the hall.
Alejandra bites her plush bottom lip as she hides from her boyfriend, biting back the urge to moan when Jungkook stomps into the hall.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, baby,” he sings as he walks down the hallway. Alejandra didn’t make a peep as she burrowed further into the closet.
“Baby,” Jungkook sings as he rips open his bedroom door, stomping into the room and opening the closet door. With ease, he pulls Alejandra out and kisses her.
“Mine,” he growls.
Jungkook easily manhandles her to the bed, her head falling onto the plush pillows. She reaches out for him, keening when the knife presses against her ribs. The sensation has her stilling, biting back a moan as he drags it slowly down her belly to her hips.
“You look amazing like this, baby. Don’t move, okay? Can you stay still for me?” Jungkook asks before he proceeds, needing to hear from Alejandra first.
“Yes,” she clears her throat before repeating herself in a steadier tone.
Jungkook nods. “You know your safe word, right?”
“Starfish,” Alejandra answers automatically. Jungkook grins, rewarding her with a kiss on her hip before he’s hovering over her, asking her to open her mouth wide. Alejandra whines, feeling the cool scrape of his chains hitting her chin when he moves over her. His dark gaze has her pulsating, pussy soaking wet in need of his cock to stretch her, fuck her full of him and his cum.
Smirking, Jungkook collects a thick glob of saliva before spitting it in her mouth. Alejandra curses when it lands on her tongue, swallowing eagerly before begging for more.
“Greedy little bitch.” he shakes his head with a laugh.
Sitting back on his knees, Jungkook takes a moment to pull the costume off his body, leaving him in just his pants, boxers, and boots that he’s kicking off before he’s kissing Alejandra once again.
Soft hands reach for him, running down his broad shoulders and back. Nails scrape against his skin as a muffled moan meets Alejandra’s lips.
“I love you,” Jungkook whispers against her lips, kissing her right after as his hand slips between his body to spread her legs wider. Alejandra is quick to unbutton his pants, her palm gripping his erection just to hear him hiss in response. He nips at her earlobe, calling her a tease as his fingertips brush her clit.
His name rolls off Alejandra’s tongue, thighs shaking as she pulls down the zipper of his pants. Before Jungkook can do much more, Alejandra is climbing off the bed with his mask in her hands.
“Put it on?” she asks with a sly smile.
Jungkook smirks looking down at her. He raises a brow, “Anything for you, my love.”
Without any hesitation, Jungkook puts the mask back on as Ale drops to her knees in front of him. His vision is slightly obscured by the mask but he can still see the smile on her lips as she grabs his pants by the belt loops and tugs them down. Jungkook chuckles at her eagerness, a tattooed hand coming down to stroke her hair.
“We’ve got all night,” he assures her but Alejandra shakes her head.
“We’re late enough as is,” she says as her hand wraps around his thick cock, mouth already watering at the sight of the pearl of pre-cum that she licks up with her tongue. Jungkook swallows thickly, at a loss for words when his girlfriend swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, sucking it and tonguing the slit.
“Fuck, just like that,” he groans as he grabs her hair loosely so he can see her beautiful face stuffed with his dick.
Alejandra looks up, bats her lashes, and slurps loudly, obscene. Something about Jungkook in that mask leaves her soaking wet, her hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit while she takes more of his cock in her mouth, sloppily giving him head as he rocks his hips.
At the first gag, Jungkook’s pulling out, giggling at his girlfriend’s overeagerness to please. He wraps his hand around his length, asking Alejandra to stick her tongue out for him. When she does so, he smacks it wetly on the flat of her tongue a few times before he’s smacking her cheek while she desperately tries to take him back in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin toward her chest.
“Look at you, baby. Nothing but a cock hungry whore for my cock. You’re just dripping from everywhere, aren’t you?” Jungkook curses when she takes him back in her mouth, tears pooling in her eyes as he hits the back of her throat.
“Want me to fuck that little throat of yours, love?” He asks when she bobs up and down his length, one hand rolling his balls, saliva coating them as she continues to suck him off. She manages to say yes before she’s taking him back in her mouth, his cock wet and heavy on her tongue as he takes hold of her hair, knowing she’ll have to redo it when they’re finally ready to head out.
Slowly, Jungkook sets a pace that she can take, not wanting to do too much too fast, but it’s not long until she’s begging him for more and he’s eager to do so. After all, he aims to please and what Ale wants, Ale gets.
Reminding herself to breathe through her nose, Alejandra takes everything Jungkook gives her. Her makeup is smeared, lipstick fucked onto her cheeks, while mascara and eyeliner run down her face to drip onto her skin.
She’s a fucked out mess but every time she looks up and sees the mask, she pushes through, begging for more until she’s gagging around her boyfriend’s cock, pleading for more as her sticky thighs press together in search of some sort of relief that doesn’t come as her pussy clenches around nothing, in need of Jungkook’s cock and nothing else.
Laughing, Jungkook takes his cock out of her mouth, ignoring the whine that leaves her lips as he helps her to her feet. Taking the mask off, he tosses it onto the bed before he’s kissing Alejandra’s lips, licking the spit off her chin to spit back in her mouth.
“Get on the bed,” Jungkook commands, and Ale is quick to do as she’s told, butterflies filling her belly as she settles onto the pillows.
Alejandra sits up, resting her weight on her elbows as she hungrily eyes her man. Her tongue peeks from between her lips, licking them as Jungkook fists his cock while maintaining eye contact. He knows she’d be just as content watching him get himself off as she would be if he were fucking her. Her pleasure stems from his pleasure and vice versa.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a shit-eating grin, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.
“I do,” Alejandra answers breathlessly, her eyes never leaving his cock as he releases it. He hops from one foot to the other, ripping off his socks, pants, and boxers before he’s climbing onto the bed once again. He wastes no time in kissing her, knowing they’ve played enough games and he just wants to feel her.
Enthusiastically, Ale kisses him back. Moans muffled in between kisses, teeth nipping lips, and tongues twined as Jungkook holds her face with his large hands, swallowing each of her saccharine moans.
“Jungkook,” his name escapes her when he’s kissing his way to her neck, teeth scraping along her sensitive skin before he’s sucking the flesh until it blooms a pretty red. His tongue then laves over the spot, his hands grabbing handfuls of her tits.
When he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on her neck, Jungkook moves down to do the same to her breasts in only spots he can see. After all, they still had a party to attend, even if they were over an hour late.
Oh well, he’s sure Jimin would understand.
“Can I eat you out?” Jungkook asks as he settles between Alejandra’s thighs. His hands caress her calves, not touching her until he’s got her permission.
“Please,” comes her airy response as she falls back into the pillows behind her. She spreads her legs further, party be damned as Jungkook leans down, teasingly licking a thick wet stripe over her folds.
A shiver runs down her spine as she feels him do it again before he’s telling her to stay still.
“Don’t move, baby.” He reaches for the knife, using the handle to press onto her clit. Alejandra’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels the cool handle press on her clit before moving down until Jungkook is tossing it to the side closest to him to prevent any injury from occurring to her.
“Next time I should bring some ice,” he murmurs to himself. Temperature play wasn’t new to them either. The two of them normally fucked like bunnies, always adding a little spice here and there when the occasion called for it. Besides, feeling Jungkook’s ice-cold tongue on her clit left her trembling like a leaf fighting for its life with the first autumn breeze.
Jungkook’s hands grip Alejandra’s thighs, placing them over his shoulders as his fingers tease her clit, moving down to spread her lips, groaning when he sees how wet she is before he flicks his tongue against her clit.
Teasingly, Jungkook pushes one finger inside her while he circles her clit with his tongue, lewdly smacking his lips when he does it again and adds a second finger, curling them inside her as he fucks her on his fingers, pussy squelching lewdly.
“Fuck,” Alejandra covers her eyes, face heated with embarrassment, but a slap on her thigh gets her attention. Jungkook looks at her, asking her to sit up and look at him.
“Don’t you dare look away and don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you,” he states firmly as he locks eyes with hers. Alejandra nods, trying her best to keep her gaze on him as he goes back to eating her out, tongue swirling and twirling before he’s pressing his soaked fingers to her clit while his tongue fucks her entrance.
Alejandra writhes beneath him, feeling each long lick as she melts into the mattress while Jungkook alternates between long slow licks and short fast ones before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it, teeth gently nipping it before he’s back to fucking her open on his fingers, arousal dripping down his tatted wrist.
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans softly as he watches Ale come undone on his fingers, thighs pressed together as his name fills the room. Her body arches, thighs quivering as she grips the sheets with one hand and a handful of his thick black hair in the other. She ruts her hips against his face, fucking herself on his tongue as she hits her high and combusts.
“Jungkook! Jungkook! Kook!” she can’t think of anything else as she comes down, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat as she apologizes for pulling his hair so hard.
Jungkook grins, licking her arousal from his lips. “No need. I loved it.”
Alejandra giggles, sighing as she stares up at the ceiling, her heavy tits rising and falling with each of her breaths. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, her body consumed by pleasure and tiredness when she’s able to collect herself, only to sit up and see Jungkook licking her essence off his fingers and grinning like a madman when he’s caught.
Almost immediately, Jungkook is above her again, chains hitting her in the face in his eagerness to get to her.
“Kook,” she laughs when she grips his chains to pull him down to her. He smiles before he captures her lips with his, kissing her deeply, her essence heavy on his tongue as they twine when the kiss deepens.
Jungkook places his hand on her thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist. Alejandra moans when she feels the head of his cock press against her clit with each rock of his hips.
“I need you,” she whispers in between kisses. Her hands cradle his gorgeous face, mindful of his piercings as she feels herself fall deeper in love. Jungkook is all smiles and tender kisses as he lines himself at her entrance, moaning her name when she stretches to accommodate him.
“Baby,” she breathes, biting back a moan as the thickness of his cock makes her ache in the best way. Jungkook stays still for a moment, allowing her to make all the moves as she slowly spears herself on his cock to make her body take him. She’s so warm and wet. It drives Jungkook nearly insane until he bottoms out with a loud, sinful groan that makes Alejandra clench around him tighter.
“Holy shit,” she gasps at the feel of him. She swears she feels him in her stomach. Hell, maybe even her lungs as she takes a breath and her eyes squeeze shut before she’s moaning at the first cant of his hips.
“Do you want more?” Jungkook asks gently, a kiss pressed to her cheek as he makes sure his chains don’t hit her in the face when he moves.
“Please, Koo. I want it. I need it. Need you,” Alejandra curses when he pulls out only to slam back in, making her arch off the bed. “Only you, you, you.”
Jungkook takes her hand in his, lacing his fingers with hers as he sets a steady rhythm, listening to every delectable sound that escapes her. Jungkook noses his way to her neck, licking and sucking on the column of her throat to add more hickeys to the constellation already on her skin.
Smirking, Jungkook grabs both her hands to pin over her head with one of his.
“Fuck, Kook,” Alejandra moans, hands released so her nails can dig into his back as he fucks her harder, deeper, making sure she can feel every ridge of his fat cock as he splits her open. His mouth covers hers, moans and curses muffled.
“That’s my girl. Taking my cock so well,” Jungkook praises, just to listen to Alejandra whine in agreement, pleading for more as he grips her legs to place her ankles over his shoulders. He tugs her plush hips toward him, giggling when she screams in surprise at his brute strength.
Jungkook wastes no more time drilling into her, a hand reaching down to grab one of her big bouncing tits, leaning forward and bending her like a pretzel to take it in his mouth. His tongue circles her nipple into a stiff peak, sucking it before releasing it with a pop to do the same to her other nipple before he’s back to fucking her ruthlessly, grinning when the headboard smacks against the wall, again and again, the soundtrack of their coupling.
“Jungkook, fuck. So deep,” Alejandra babbles, eyes fluttering shut as her nails drag down his thigh before she rubs her clit. Jungkook grins, lifting her leg to his lips, planting a kiss on her foot before he’s placing his hand beside her head and fucking her until her thighs tremble around his waist and she falls apart in a mess of cries and curses.
“That’s it, love. Cum for me like the little slut you are,” Jungkook grunts, his hips slamming against her, balls hitting her ass as he cums inside her with a deep moan of her name.
“Shit,” he throws his head back, pleasure coursing through his body as her cunt tightens around him, milking every drop from his cock before he’s pulling out and sitting back on his feet just to see his release trickling out of her cunt.
“Looks so good,” he mumbles to himself before he’s licking it up.
“Kook!” Alejandra whines, her legs shaking as she tries to press them together with a giggle.
“Can’t help myself,” Jungkook blushes as he licks his lips, fucking the rest of his cum and hers back into her with his fingers. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean before he’s kissing her.
“How was it?” he asks, his arms wrapped around her.
“So good,” she says as she places her head on his shoulder. Jungkook stays at her side for as long as she needs before she’s tugging him out of bed and toward the shower.
If they’re fast enough, they can make it to the party before 11 pm, only two hours late.
“You sure you can handle my Ghostface again?” Jungkook teases as he gets dressed after their brisk shower.
“As long as you can handle my Yor costume.” Alejandra grins when she steps out of the bathroom in her new costume. Jungkook’s jaw drops when he takes her in, licking his lips as he approaches.
“Challenge accepted, baby girl.”
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15. “Are you sure? I don't wanna make a mess...”
38. “My stomach…really hurts.”
Sick Jungkook going to Jimins hotel room for comfort with his stomach hurting and being really bloated and loud. If you’re comfortable maybe some burps? Oh and belly rubs please
a.n : hii anon im so sorryyy this takes months to finish TT i hope you're still herejsjdnsnd here we go, im sorry if theres not enough burps or belly rubs in here, but still i hope this up to ur expectation. thank u for requesting .. and ur patience TT
Jimin chuckles when he heard knocking on his hotel room, already knowing who's standing behind. He put his phone on the table beside his bed, once again ruffling his damp hair from showering as he walks to open the door.
"Have you eaten dinner?", Jimin asks, trailing the guest from behind, and playfully slaps the younger thighs when Jungkook immediately plops on his bed without saying anything. " Yah!"
"Noo", Jungkook finally answers, huffing as he shifts into more comfortable position—one that didn't give too much pressure on his stomach.
"Why? The menu today is delicious", Jimin walks to the table where all of his dinner is there—steak, ramyeon, and tteobokki. " Do you want some? I was just about to eat when you knock"
"No ..", Jungkook answers once again. Voice muffled as he nuzzled against the pillow and sheets.
"Why are you coming here if you only going to sleep", Jimin rumbles, opening the ramyeon—deciding to let the younger be.
He already finished with his dinner, comfortably laying on his back beside Jungkook that still soundly asleep there, not even moving a muscle. He was in the middle of reading something on Naver, when he feels Jungkook shifts, turning to face him and nuzzling closer. Jimin frowns, as Jungkook isn't one clingy type and ask for cuddles when he sleeps—hell, he even need to forced him for a cuddle in daily.
But Jimin shrugs it off when there's no other movement other than the tattoed arms now wrapping around his middle and he could feel Jungkook's warm breath over his skin. He continues to scroll, and almost had phone smacking Jungkook's head as he didn't realize he's dozing off when he heard a low rumbles.
"Hyung.."
"Huh?", Jimin groggily response. He yawns, and groaned when his muscles aches a bit as he stretches it. "You awake?"
"My stomach .. hurts"
Jimin's eyes widen. "What?", he twists his body, to get a better look on his dongsaeng, that apparently not messing with him. His face pinched, and with how he had been maintaining the same posture—curling his body until his legs pressed against his chest, he wonder how long Jungkook had been feeling like that.
"Since when?", Jimin asks, he sits up straight now.
Jungkook rub his cheeks against the soft fabric, still not wanting to open his eyes as he mumbles, "After the concert..."
"And why you just tell me now, Jungkook-ah ...", Jimin sighs, "How bad is it?"
"I don't know .. it's just .. bad", Jungkook breathes out in every words, clearly whining. He hates feeling sick.
Jimin sighs, brushing the younger hair that falls into his eyes, "Wait here .. i will try to ask for something", he says before standing up and walking from his room. Their staff must have something.
Jimin halts on his feet, looking at his phone. It's almost midnight. There's no way he gonna knock on the staff door this late.
"Jimin?"
Jimin turns, his eyes sparkling at the sight of the older, "Yoongi hyunggg", he grins, smiling so wide as relief washes over him. Yoongi frowns, clearly confused at the latter act, why he looks so happy?
"Why are you standing there?", Yoongi asks as he walks to his room. He cocked his eyebrow when Jimin trails from behind and stands awkwardly, waiting for Yoongi to press the key. "Why? You wan't to sleep with me?"
Jimin snickers, "Hyung ..", he starts, "Do you happen to have something for stomachache?"
"Are you sick?", Yoongi asks back, tossing his mask, hat, and bag to the bed. He let Jimin trails in, "I think i have some hot pack and medicine here", he mumbles as he rummaging through his bag.
Jimin sits on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently until Yoongi turns around and hands him the goods. "Who's sick?", Yoongi asks as he ruffles his hair after being cooped under the hat. "Jungkookie .."
"Huh? What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know", Jimin answers, standing up to go back to his room, "He just barges into my room and sleep, then complaining that his stomach hurts", he explains. "Anyway, thank you hyung!"
Yoongi hums, trailing behind the younger, "Call me if you need help", he murmurs. Jimin nods, shooting him a thank you again before he quickly rush to his own room.
***
Jimin expected Jungkook to fall back into sleep, or still laying down curled in like before. But what he found once he's stepped in his room .. is really out of his expectation.
"Jungkook!", he almost yells, heart thumping loudly in his chest with worry. He quickly kneels in front of the younger that bent over his waist, on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. Jungkook had his arms wrapped around his middle, and his free one making a fist—pressing it hard agaisnt his lips. "Kook .. hey, what's wrong?", Jimin softly asks, running his fingers through the younger locks.
He got his answers as Jungkook burped into his fist, that caused him to shuddered, and a second later morph into a belch. Jungkook sucks a deep breath, before shaking his head furiously. "No .. hyung. Move", he chokes out. Every movement of his lips sending a bland taste of saliva coating more of his mouth. "I'm gonna throw up", he breathes shakily, before a burp interrupts once again. This time wetter, and before he can react, liquid seeps from his lips, to his palm. Jungkook eyes widen, as if his body losing it's control. "Hyung ..", he chokes out, eyes wide as he burp some more, and just like before—mouthful of liquid coming out.
Jimin gasps, stepping behind as vomit dripping from Jungkook's fingers. "Kookie .. kookie", he chants, panic. "Can you move to the bathroom?"
Jungkook shakes his head. His adams apple bobbing up and down fast as next round of vomit already licking his throat, and his stomach is too fragile now to move. Especially with the .. disgusting sensation of vomit coating his lips, cheeks, and palm ... Oh .. one wrong movement and everything would become a bigger mess. "No ..", he mumbles behind his palms.
"Okay ... okay", Jimin breathes in, trying to calm himself for a second. He looks around, about to snatch the trashcan from bathroom, but when Jungkook jerks forward once again with gag—he knows he doesn't have enough time for that. So, Jimin takes the blanket, dripping it over Jungkook's laps, some of it falling into the floor, and cupped some of it over Jungkook's mouth. "It's okay ..", Jimin murmurs softly, encourages the younger that shocked with his action.
"No no no ..", Jungkook shut his eyes, still stubbornly keeping his vomit-coated hands clamped his mouth. "I will make a me—", his words cut off as his stomach rumbled, sending a wet burp along with bigger streams of vomit out of his lips. Jungkook sways forward, letting his hand falls weakly over the blanket, and vomit dripping from his lips. He pants.
"It's okay, Kook .. let it out", Jimin shifts a bit, hands not moving from Jungkook's mouth, as the younger brings up more of his lunch out. The initially white blanket, now soiled with pale brown liquid. Jimin bites his lips, trying to not get affected with the sight or the smell of it.
Jungkook is sick.
Jungkook opens his mouth wider, now water spraying from his lips as he retches—and Jimin massage his nape with one of his free hand. "You're doing great, Kook ..", he murmurs soothingly.
It takes Jungkook few more round, until he sagged against Jimin's body beside him, and grimaces at the mess below him. "Oh gosh .. hyung ..", he croakes out, sniffling, "I'm sorry i make a mess .."
Jimin snorts, ruffling Jungkook's hair and shifts the younger a bit so he can moves. "It's okay, Kook. You're sick. And this can be cleaned by the hotel", he says softly, moving to crumpled the soiled blanket and bring it over the laundry basket. He then walks out to places it in front of his room for the laundry-man to take it the next morning, while also ask the staff to call the hotel for new blanket.
"See?", Jimin walts in, handing younger that looks tired and out of it glass of water, "Everything is fine, Kook"
"Still .. i'm sorry", Jungkook pouts.
"Are you already feel better?"
Jungkook shrugs. He doesn't know. He's feeling icky, and .. not okay—like sick, but not /that/ sick either.
"I don't know", he mutters, "My stomach still kinda upset"
Jimin pats his side as he plops on the bed, with hot pack in hand and Yoongi's medicine. Jungkook crawled in, resting his head over the older chest, "Yoongi hyung gave me this. Medicine .. but you have to eat first before you take it"
Jungkook's throat tighten at the thought of eating. He groans, shaking his head, "Later .."
Jimin chuckles, shaking the hot pack before placing it over the younger stomach, "Then i think this will do"
Jungkook hums, letting himself being comfortable, before he tugs the older wrist, "Rub it hyung .."
"What?"
"Stomach ... rubs ..", Jungkook mumbles, already dozing off with sleep as he feels exhausted.
Jimin snickers, but comply regardless. He slides his hand over his baggy shirt, moving the hot pack a bit to make a room as he starts to moves his palm in circular motion. "Gosh .. your stomach is really upset, Kook", he murmurs—feeling how hard it is, and how it rumbled under his touch.
Jungkook moans, "Don't press to hard", he croakes out, pressing his fist as another fit of burp escapes him. Jimin's palm feeling like it guides the gas and bile up to his pipe.
Jimin winces sheepishly, "Sorry", he lifts his palm a bit, "Better?"
Jungkook hums. And it didn't take long until Jimin heard a soft snores from the younger. Jimin smiles, and retracting his palm as Jungkook already fall asleep.
"Hyung ..", Jungkook whines, tugging his wrist and places it over his stomach again. Jimin frowns, before ruffling Jungkook's hair and accepted his new job. "You're so demanding"
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