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personasintro · 7 months

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Mutual Help | #02

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k+

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"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?"

"What?" you breathe out, shaking your head as if to make sure you've heard him correctly. "Pretend to be your girlfriend? Are you kidding?"

But he doesn't look as if he's kidding. He's looking at you with hopeless eyes, or maybe it's just an alcohol in his system that makes him look like a lost puppy.

"No," he gulps, slowly shaking his head. "If Kiko sees me with another woman, maybe she'll want me back. She told me she loves me. Maybe she'll want me back once she sees me with someone else."

"You realize how ridiculous and stupid that idea is? You're an adult, Jungkook. That's just stupid." you tell him, feeling yourself getting tired but you don't allow yourself to close your eyes. You'd doze off right away.

"I know, it's pathetic. But it's the only idea and a hope I have left."

"Kook, that's not healthy. What if she doesn't care?" you ask him carefully, eyeing his slumped figure.

"Then I'll have to move on." he answers, dryly gulping as if he's repulsed by that idea.

"I don't know, Kook. I don't think it's a good idea. You're not some teenager who needs to prove something to her. If she let you go, then it's on her. She was stupid enough to do that."

And he stays quiet, leaning his back against the headrest as he allows his eyes to rest. Without thinking anything further, you do the same thing. There's a comfortable silence in the room and for a moment, you think he's asleep. But before you can allow yourself to drift next to him on his couch, his raspy yet soft voice booms between the walls.

"Did you really bring me banana milk?"

A wide smile spreads on your lips as you nod, before you realize he can't see you. "Yes." you answer him, not moving an inch knowing he's going to beg in a second.

"Can you give it to me?" he asks quietly, almost as if ashamed that what he really asks for right now is a stupid banana milk.

"I thought you're not a fucking kid." you quote his words while teasing him. You knew he couldn't resist.

"Y/N," he growls, not pleased by your teasing but you're already standing up and turning the lamp on before you go to rummage through your bag, until two small bottles of banana milk are in your hands.

You can barely hand it to him before he's already grabbing the bottles, placing them into his lap as he opens one of them. He happily drinks it, smacking his lips once he gets the first taste. You can't help but snort at the sight in front of you.

"I've missed you." he blurts out, eyes widening as he waits for your reaction. He hastily looks at you, noticing your amused gaze before you smile at him.

"I've missed you too." you admit, knowing how genuine your words are.

Jungkook seems to be relieved that you've missed him too, which makes him feel even worse for acting like an asshole earlier today. It was embarrassing enough that Jimin and Taehyung had to see him in that kind of state – depressed and distant.

"I'm sorry for acting like an asshole earlier," he admits, "And I'm glad Jimin called you. God, those two are awful at making people feel better."

You can't help but laugh at that, remembering their distressed faces and Taehyung's desperate need to pour alcohol into depressed Jungkook. If the situation wasn't so serious, you'd laugh straight away then.

"Nah, it's okay. We all have our bad days and your reason was quite valid. Remember when I threw a remote at you? I don't think you were worse today."

"How can I forget? You got your period and I made a single joke thinking you'll find it funny. Who knew you'd throw a remote at me."

You can't remember what the joke was, but you were so annoyed with him that you grabbed the first thing and threw it at him – which happened to be your TV remote. It was back in the day when you both spent almost every day together. It's really been awhile since the two of you just sat and talked. And it seems like Jungkook thinks the same thing.

"Fuck, I feel like the worst best friend." he speaks up, throwing his head back before he shakes off his bangs out of his eyes.

"You were in a relationship, Jungkook. It was bound to happen." you tell him, shrugging your shoulders. Some part of you wished you'd hang out together all the time, like the old times. But it was impossible. And selfish of you to even wish that.

"Yeah, but when you were dating Haechan, we still used to hang out together more often. I completely blew you off."

Haechan.

Your first boyfriend of five months, someone you've lost your virginity to. He was a sweet guy that made your heart flutter, and your naive young you thought he's the one. But he wasn't. Just because he made your heart flutter, it didn't mean much. Two months after you guys slept together, you both broke up with each other. It was mutual and the two of you remained friends. Not close though. You don't text each other or anything like that, but you still check out his Instagram profile just from pure curiosity. You'll always share something together, even though it wasn't anything romantic – at least not the way you've always imagined.

Maybe that's why it was easy to spend your free time with Jungkook as well. Rather than being with your boyfriend, you spend your time with your best friend. Even the sex was completely unadventurous and it felt like something you did just to release your sexual frustration.

"What if he agreed to break up with me because I didn't satisfy him enough?" you ask with widened eyes, thinking about all the times you had sex with him. It wasn't that many, but still.

"Oh, come on. That's not true." Jungkook snickers.

"You don't know that!" you frown, deeply in thought. "I've never had anyone else before him and our sex was boring. I wanted to spice it up but he'd just straight up say 'no'."

"From what I'm hearing, it looks like he was the one who wasn't satisfying you enough," he raises his brow, causing you to pucker your lips in thought. "No woman should ever feel like sex with her partner is boring. It's about communication."

You kind of hate how right his words are. He makes it sound so easy, but even though your relationship with Haechan ended after a few months, it wasn't just about sex.

"Sex wasn't the most important thing in our relationship, Kook. There were other factors that caused our break up. For example, our feelings."

"It might not be the most important thing, but it's important. All those things like sex, communication and feelings are a part of a great functioning relationship."

He's right. Maybe that's why your relationship with Haechan didn't work. It lacked all of those things, maybe not entirely but still enough for you to know that it'd never work out. You wanted it though, so much. There were days when you thought he's the one. But you were young and naive, you know that now.

"Look at me," Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head at himself. "Talking like some professional when my own relationship got fucked up."

There are no right words that you could possibly say to him. No matter what reason Kiko had to break up with him, you're sure it's not Jungkook's fault. He gave her everything, all of himself. If you think about it in a poetic way, he handed his own heart to her, gifting it to her and she took it and broke it.

"Maybe our sex wasn't great, but at least I got someone to have sex with. Maybe I should find someone." you ignore his previous words, knowing talking about it would hurt him even more.

"Like a boyfriend?" he asks, taking a sip of his banana milk as he stares at you in surprise.

"Well, I meant like a fuck buddy, y'know..." you trail off.

You haven't talked about this with anyone and it's just something that recently occurred to you. You're not that type to even think something like that. But you're twenty-two and even though you haven't met anyone interesting, you could still spice up your sex life. You're a woman with desires and urges. There is so little you can do all by yourself.

"What?" he mutters, looking confused as hell. "But you always wanted--I'm sorry I'm just shocked. I never thought you'd ever think about having a fuck buddy."

You can't be surprised by the confusion that's laced in his voice and visible on his face. You've always talked about how you want to have a normal relationship. You're pretty sure you've mentioned, that one time when you both got drunk, you can't imagine having a fuck buddy.

"I know," you mutter before frowning. "But for fuck sake, Kook. I'm twenty-two with almost no sex experiences. I'm really grateful for my relationship with Haechan, but even though the sex was boring, it was still some kind of experience. You know what I mean?"

From desperation to faint mumble, you lick your lips as you keep frowning at empty beer bottles.

Being open with Jungkook is no shock, he's probably the only person you can talk to about everything and he won't judge you. It's easy to talk to him. Yet, you know you're being this honest saying out your thoughts, with the small help of alcohol. As much as you wanted to distract him, you've never planned to talk to him about your sex life.

"I can help." he speaks up, eyes staring at the television screen.

Your head snaps towards him, mouth opening as you stare at your best friend and pure shock. Did you hear him right? "Help? How?"

He visibly gulps, slowly turning his head to you. "With your sex experiences. I can help you."

Is he for real?

"Y-you want to help me, do you mean like us having sex?"

You can hear your heart beating in your ear drums, echoing loudly as you keep staring at the man in front of you. He's joking. He must be. Oh god, if you misread the situation you're going to bury yourself and never come out.

"Yeah," he says slowly, dragging that one single word out of his mouth. "Well, we don't have to have sex. There are other ways we could try to help with your sex life."

There are no words coming out of your mouth. Your whole body freezes as you let his words echo in your head for quite some time. Jungkook, your best friend, just proposed to help you with your secret desires. That sounds insane. What the hell goes through his head? You've got an idea.

"Do you think I'm that desperate?" you frown, meeting his widened gaze. "I won't use you just for my stupid desires. What about you, huh? You're in love with Kiko. Wouldn't that be weird? We're best friends."

He's not overwhelmed by your outburst, noting your every question that spilled out of your mouth in a flashlight.

"No, I don't think you're desperate. I was the one who proposed it. And yes, I'm in love with Kiko but, we're not in a relationship and I'm a man with needs. Do you think me beating my meat every time I'm in a shower is somehow pleasurable? Nope."

"Okay, too much information," you scrunch your nose at the mention of his masturbating and talking about it so casually. You wouldn't be so against it, if it weren't for the current situation and the image of the two of you having sex. "You didn't answer the best friend part."

"What's there to answer? We're best friends and if we both agree that's what we want, I don't see a problem here. But of course, it was just an idea. We don't have to do anything, if you're uncomfortable with this. I'm sorry if I made things weird right now, it wasn't my intention."

You see regret flash inside of his eyes, looking away for a moment before his soft brown eyes are set on you again. The weird thing is, that you don't feel uncomfortable nor weird at his proposed idea. It's unusual, yes, but your friendship with him was always super close. You used to sleep in the same bed and there were times when he was showering, while you were brushing your teeth. Of course, you haven't seen him naked during those times, even though there is one time he accidentally flashed you with his dick. Maybe this is just another way to cope with his feelings.

"But-- do you even find me attractive?"

Kiko is taller, slimmer yet with wide hips and perky ass. A woman who takes care of herself, yet she still looks naturally beautiful. And then there's you. You don't think of yourself as being ugly. But when you think about all those times Jungkook saw you in your natural habitat. Wasted, mascara running down your cheeks, every morning you woke up with frizzy hair and puffy eyes – there are so many times when he probably thought you looked like a mess. You never cared but for some reason, you feel embarrassed remembering all those times.

"Of course," he blurts out, "You're beautiful."

Your heart flutters, smiling at your best friend as you look down for a moment. "Is this your way of getting me into bed?" you ask him with a puzzled look, seeing the way his eyebrows shoot up before he frowns.

"Of course not. I'm not desperate," he uses your own words against you, looking offended by your question.

But, he's still the one who proposed that idea and you tell him that.

"Maybe I did, but please know that I'm not trying to get you into bed. I would never do that, I would never use you. You're important to me, you know that, right?" he says, his voice turning soft as he pleads with you with his eyes. He needs you to hear it.

And you feel like an asshole assuming such a thing. It was just the first thought you got.

"I know," you whisper, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Maybe we can help each other, with no hard feelings. We've got only each other."

There are friends like Taehyung and Jimin, who are incredible people that you're lucky to call your friends. But your friendship with Jungkook is special.

"What do you mean?" you poke the inside of your cheek with an intrigued gaze.

Jungkook is handsome, you'd lie if you thought otherwise. He's hot and there are times when he gets you flustered, but you've never seen him anything more. He's your best friend after all, that's where you draw the line. You can't imagine something more happening between you two.

"I'll help you with your sexual desires and you'll pretend to be my girlfriend."

"Jungkook--"

"Just for a month!" he quickly insists, causing you to sigh.

"But aren't you still getting more? You get to fuck me and have me to pretend to be your girlfriend."

It's not fair.

"No, I don't have to fuck you if you don't want me to. I can help you explore everything you failed to do with Haechan, it's totally up to you. We could see where it brings us." he explains.

It's not like you doubt him, you know that he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Jungkook is the most selfless person you know.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Won't it ruin our friendship?" You can't help but ask. It's probably the most valuable reason why you're so unsure about all of this. If there's a chance it'll ruin your friendship with him, you won't do it.

You can't lose him.

"Doesn't best friends who get to fuck each other end up badly? I don't want our friendship to be ruined. What if one of us catches feelings? You never know..." you mumble, feeling him shift as he scoots closer to you.

He cups your face in a gentle manner, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "I love you," he tells you, "As a best friend and that won't ever change."

He's staring between your eyes, eyeing you in a silent question causing you to smile at him.

"I love you too, Kook. But I don't think I can fall in love with you, I can't imagine it. You're just... my best friend. It feels right that way." you assure him honestly, seeing him to give you the slightest smile.

"Good," he nods, "But we don't have to do this."

You can see the honesty that glimmers in his eyes, but there's still that hurt hidden behind it. Hurt that Kiro caused. You don't agree with Jungkook's plan of trying to win her back, but if you're going to help him and you've nothing to lose – what's wrong with that?

"I guess I'm just scared that after some time it'll feel like we're using each other." you murmur, dropping your gaze before he gently tucks his finger under your chin as he lifts your head up.

"If you ever feel that way, tell me and we're going to end it. I don't want to hurt you."

Smiling, you nod along his words. "Okay," you murmur, "I guess you're right. It doesn't have to be weird if we're comfortable with this and with each other as well."

He nods, agreeing with you.

"You're right," he licks his bottom lip before saying;

"It's mutual help."

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 2 months

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Deep | M.YG

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, oral sex[female/male receiving], unprotected sex,spanking ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. ✧ Theme song: Fri(end)s by V a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist!

↳ chapter index ⇢ 01|02|03|04|05|06|07|

not complete (15%) crossposted: wattpad / AO3 handbook

drabbles list

Friends ⇢ Myfirstconfession ⇢ Myfristconfession pt.2 Together ... Apart ...

#bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #min yoongi smut #jungkook smut #min yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #min yoongi fanfic #bts au #fake dating au #contract au #yoongi fic #M.YG/Deep #namjoonscoffeeshop #Spotify

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ part two

While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

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writtenwhalien · 2 years

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jump then fall (into you) | teaser

banner by the talented @jimilter 💖

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

genre ↠ cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut

word count ↠ 35k (tbc)

18+ | warnings ↠ swearing, some jealousy, drinking, sexual content (detailed warnings on the final fic)

summary ↠ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

a/n. finally after months i feel like im coming back?? i hope this fic turns out to be somewhat decent lol 🙃 please let me know how you find it! ↠ a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon 🌊🥰 posting date ↠ tbc june ‘23

taglist is open <3

Alex watches quietly as the scene plays out in front of him.

He can’t help but find it amusing how you try to step in and help Jungkook out, subtly trying to protect your best friend from the wiles of Valentina, but to Alex, it seems a little more than that. It’s what he’s been trying to tell you for months now! – Sometimes he wishes you could see everything exactly as he sees it.

Take now for example, all Valentina has done is placed her hand on Jungkook’s arm and your eyes seem to be hyper-fixated on it– oh, and now look, you’re slipping your own hand around his arm.

Jungkook’s and your actions are so transparent to Alex, he just wants to say it out loud right now and make you see it...

Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance he’s been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome – the one that’s been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, he’s sure of it.

Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. “Don’t they look so good together?”

She pauses then frowns. “Together?”

Your own expression matches Valentina’s as you glance at Alex too.

“Yes, together,” he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.

“You’ve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.”

From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow.

“Oh, my,” Valentina smiles, and although there’s some kind of genuinity to it, there’s more you can see but haven’t got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when you’re still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.

“I should’ve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,” she says with somewhat of an eye roll.

Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but he’s not stupid and he knows Alex isn’t either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you… how hard can that be?

“Yeah, I guess it was meant to be,” he says, sounding a little stilted.

You’re still sitting a little dumbfounded but Sophia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile.

Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.

“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentina’s eyes remain locked on you both. “It’s been almost what? Eight months?”

“Uh, yeah, almost,” you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkook’s hand is gripping your waist.

It’s not like he’s never had his hand on your waist before — his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago — but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy.

You’re sure it’s showing on your face but Valentina doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she must think it’s down to you finding this awkward.

“Well, congratulations to you too then,” she says, wearing a smile that doesn’t actually seem anything less than genuine, but you’re aware there’s more to her words.

“Thank you,” Jungkook and you say in unison.

Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. “I’ll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, let’s keep the pda to a minimum please,” she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off.

“Can’t promise anything with these two,” Alex calls out after her.

When he looks back at you, he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Sophia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying to laugh while they’re getting told off.

Turning to them, you burst. “What the hell was that?” you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else.

Alex shrugs. “Sorry, it was the best thing I could think of.”

“It could be worse,” Sofia adds with a smile that’s supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you she’s finding this just as amusing as her fiancé.

Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise you’re still holding his arm. “Well,” he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, “I guess we’re dating now.”

With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered you’re feeling. “I guess we are.”

When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook — but really, it doesn’t seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lips…

The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you.

With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if he’s thinking the same as you right now.

“See, already believable.”

Alex’s voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, he’s got a smug smirk on his face.

“You’re supposed to be smart,” you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. “Couldn’t have come up with something smarter?”

“This is smart,” Alex says with a hint of sass.

“How?” you sass back.

Leaning back, he puts his arm around Sofia as his smirk grows into a smile. “You’ll see, just give it some time,” he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink.

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Right when you finally get to fuck Jungkook, the world seems willing anything to get in your way.

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Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, horny people.

# sub!Jungkook, edging, dry humping, dirty talking, protected vaginal sex, soft dom!reader, body worshipping, hair pulling, begging, nipple play, noona kink, whiny Kook again 😭, kinda inexperienced!Jungkook, kisses and smooches, romantic sex, praise kink.

A/N: I added a jelly scene to quench your thirsts. Also, there’s a Paul Rudd and a Parks and Recreation reference, can you spot it?

Something soft and warm presses against his cheek. It feels wet, but not exactly damp – rather moisty, at most. And so, so warm, his stomach clenches when it moves down to his lips and chin, peppering caresses. Nails raking through his hair, he lets out a pleased groan, still sunk into a drowsy state.

“Noona…”

Your chuckle vibrates against the skin of his neck. “Yes, baby?”

Jungkook finally manages to open his eyes; your warm presence behind him lets him know it’s you, but he kind of could recognise your strokes, the sweetness of your ministrations.

You fell asleep on the couch at some point before the movie even ended. The blanket still covers the both of you, shielding the mess in his pants of which he becomes annoyingly aware the second he tries to stir on the furniture. Taehyung’s snores come from the other couch, and someone you recognise as Namjoon is asleep on the floor, making you chuckle.

“Good morning,” he mumbles, trying to turn over to face you, and you smile with your chest pumped up in joy. “Did you, uh, sleep well?”

He looks so endearing right now, with his hair all dishevelled after a good sleep, eyes still half-hooded as they try to get used to the light. You’ve tasted Jungkook, and now you don’t think you can help yourself.

“A-ah, hm, I—” Jungkook closes his eyes when you throw yourself onto his neck, ready to kiss and peck and nibble and bite to your heart’s content. His hands travel to your waist in an attempt to ground himself, fearing he’ll fly away and change dimensions as you leave blossoming marks all over the skin of his neck.

“You’re delicious, bunny, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough—”

You cut yourself off to free your mouth; no need to waste it with useless babbling when you may as well be kissing him.

But he doesn’t chase your lips when you pull back; instead, Jungkook stares up at you with those eyes that you love so much, a soft smile on his lips. His thumb moves to stroke your cheek, brushing a rebellious strand of hair out of your face, and something inside of you shivers.

There’s so much adoration on his fingertips.

And then he just bursts out in laughter, clear and coming from the heart, the kind of laugh that makes him shut his eyes and scrunch his nose. Suddenly, a heavy weight falls off your shoulders, off your belly, down your throat to the pit of your stomach, where it dies and is pushed out back as a laugh. You feel light as a feather, ready to take the entire world between your arms.

Jungkook is still giggling when he says, “Look at us, who would’ve thought?” You shake your head. “Not me…”

Then he finally nuzzles your neck, chest pushing yours. Jungkook feels warm to the touch over his clothes, earthy and cosy and mellow, cuddling you with his soft cheek pressed against your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, and he melts into you.

You stay in silence for a couple of minutes, your nails raking through his hair as his warmth seeps into you; like a charger, it soothes something inside of you, something that was exhausted and has finally got the chance to close its eyes. That is before an annoyingly loud slurping breaks the quiet.

“Hey, are you awake?” You reluctantly open your eyes to see Ari standing in front of the couch, sipping one of your mixed juice bricks. “I’m hungry, want food, need nutrients.”

“We’re still asleep,” Jungkook murmurs, burying his face between your boobs.

Then Ari tilts her head, staring at the two of you with a smitten smile – until it turns into a frown, and she kicks Jungkook in the butt out of the blue.

“Ouch—!”

“You!” she cuts him off with a bark. “I’m happy to see you’ve made up, but I swear, if you ever hurt her again, you jerk, I’ll make your ass my kicking bag! Do you even know she literally sobbed her face off—?”

Your face lights up in embarrassment, and you throw a cushion at her – which she proficiently dodges. “Shut the fuck up! God—” But you meet Jungkook’s eyes in an attempt to avoid any visual contact, and he’s smiling up at you. “D-don’t listen to her, I didn’t cry or anything—” And then his arms tighten around you before he leaves a kiss on your shoulder, still not uttering a word.

“I’ll be waiting for my breakfast, peasants,” Ari lets out before vanishing into your room.

Alone again, you feel Jungkook squeeze you tighter. His hot breath hits your neck, tickling you. Amidst the newly returned silence, his closeness is healing. You could perfectly go back to sleep.

Until he whines, “Noona…”

“Yes?”

“I…” There’s a precious, adorable pout on his lips as Jungkook looks up at you. “I need to get changed— I feel so weird down there.”

Oh, true. Last night you jerked him off over his underwear until he came all over himself – you had nearly forgotten, uh – so, leaning on your elbow to straighten up, you lift the blanket to the height of his hips and see that the mess is indeed still there. It didn’t disappear overnight.

“Oh, no, bunny,” you say with faked shock, “look!”

Jungkook’s blush worsens, and he looks both mortified and turned on.

But you don’t tease him further. Instead, you wrap the blanket around his hips and rush him into the bathroom before everyone else wakes up, telling him to wait for you there. Then you get up, rub your eyes, and head to your bedroom to fetch clean clothes to change into. You spot a half-naked Jimin snoring in your bed, a sight that quickly makes you roll your eyes – and consider going for a change of sheets as well.

Once you’re done, you come back and knock at the bathroom door. “It’s me, can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

His voice comes out muffled by the shower, but it ceases as you walk in and close the door behind you; Jungkook is already wrapping a towel around his hips when you leave the neatly folded pile of clothes next to the sink.

“That was more than a quick shower.”

“It’s early, so the water’s still freezing,” he replies as he steps out of the tray, but you’re too busy eyeing him up and down. “Like what you see, noona?”

Huh, a couple of kisses and a hand job – and he’s this cocky already.

You cock an eyebrow and flash a smirk at him. “I’d like it even better if I could see the whole thing.”

Jungkook’s fingers subconsciously brush the flimsy knot of his towel, almost as if giving it a thought, but then he grins again. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts, blood running through his veins and making him dizzy with excitement. You’re always a box of surprises, he never knows what kind of treat he’ll get from your reactions.

Only that you drive him crazy.

“So,” he begins, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he supposedly tries to fold it, “you had a crush on me, noona? That’s embarrassing.”

At your silence, he carelessly drops the garment on the counter to corner you with his arms. Leaning in, his lips leave a weightless kiss on your chin, moving up to one cheek and then the other. You, however, remain relentlessly silent, merely watching. Your eyes on him send shivers down his spine.

It’s not until he kisses your neck with his frozen lips, his cold hands sneaking under your shirt, that you react, fleeing from the freezing contact; his palms might warm up at your expense, but you make your hand slither all the way up to his nape to make him look up.

“You know, Jungkook” – his name leaving your lips in that firm, warning tone of yours is as thrilling as he thought it’d be – “that this will have consequences, don’t you?”

And he melts into you at your words. “Shit, I hope so.”

With a jerky tug, you bring him up to your lips for a hard kiss. Teeth nibbling his lip before they move to the side to explore his jaw and neck, Jungkook shudders and moves his arms off the counter to hug you instead, seeking a firmer hold. A desperate whimper leaves him when you brush your lips together, barely touching and breathing his air, just to suck on his tongue again.

“Noona, fuck, n-noona,” he gasps into your mouth, “touch me, please—”

You sink your teeth into his shoulder. “You’re always so needy, bunny… I’m sure you’d get hard just with my kisses, huh?”

As if trying to prove your words to be true, Jungkook’s hips buck onto your tummy, the tent under the towel already visible. Your eager boy, he’s so precious, so reactive to your touch, so vocal— he drives you fucking crazy.

“And yet you were teasing me just a minute ago,” you grunt in his ear as you fiddle with the knot.

Jungkook lets go of your swollen lips to stare at you, pupils twinkling in pure adoration. His hands cup your cheeks to lean in for another kiss, this time softer, as his body melts into yours. I’m sorry, noona, you hear come out of them, the tone almost mockingly innocent. He knows perfectly well what he was doing, and he’s going to learn his lesson – by hook or by crook. You’re just not too sure which one he will like better.

“Do you think I didn’t know you had a crush on me too, baby?” you ask with a grin, and Jungkook blushes instantly. “So dirty, getting the hots for your roommate— was it a fantasy of yours?”

All guys fantasise about screwing their flatmate. Ari’s voice sounds faded in the distance.

“N-no, it— it wasn’t like that,” he blurts out.

With his eyes wide open in mortified panic, you know you’ve unveiled a dirty secret of his. Maybe it wasn’t so from the very beginning – and you will never know, probably – but judging by the way his voice has gone high-pitched, you can tell there is at least some truth in it.

“Did you ever spy on me in the shower or something?” you tease him.

“No!” he rushes to say. “I’d never do that!”

“Really? You never wanted to know how I’d look completely naked, dripping under the running water?” Jungkook goes tense against you, gripping the counter edge instead; touching you isn’t exactly the best idea right now that he’s fighting the urge to hump you like a dog. “Maybe I’ve even touched myself thinking about the cute bunny I share a flat with—”

He looks up at you astonished.

“You… have?”

A bit embarrassed but completely turned on, you whisper to his ear, “A couple of times, yeah.”

His cock twitches, covered by the thick towel and otherwise pressed against your navel. You can’t see it, but it’s leaking so much, dripping precum, smearing it against the fabric.

“Sit down,” you grunt, pushing him away. Jungkook stumbles back until his ass is seated on the toilet, and you straddle his lap without pulling your lips away from his. “That’s it, good boy…” He shudders between your arms and kisses you back – or tries to. “So hard and ready, aren’t you? Could just throw away this stupid towel and fucking milk you dry.”

As if trying to prove your words, you roll your hips down against his bulge. The friction makes him mewl, twist his neck to the side, and grab your waist to ground himself. Your faces grow hot simultaneously as the tension coils in your stomachs.

“This— this is exactly what I’d think about, bunny,” you pant against his lips, fingers tugging at his wet hair. “Fucking myself with a toy, thinking it was you—”

He’s gritting his teeth, you’re afraid he might hurt himself. “Fuck! God, noona, n-noona!”

Jungkook’s practically crying out for you by now.

“I-I could hear you,” he then whispers, breathless and overwhelmed by the growing pleasure in his stomach, making him curl his toes. “Every time you did, I could hear you. And— and I couldn’t help— fuck, noona, sorry, but I-I couldn’t…”

Your face is burning, hot blood running through your veins, pumped up by lust. “You couldn’t help what?”

“I couldn’t help p-playing with myself—”

“Oh” – you let out a moan of pure arousal, shoving your hips harder and faster against his clothed cock – “fucking hell, bunny, I’m gonna fuck you right here, fuck your pretty cock until—”

You suddenly hear a thud, heavy steps stampeding your way, and someone starts banging on the door, chanting, “WE! DEMAND! BREAKFAST!” It’s Ari’s voice. Jungkook pulls away from you, ignoring the tears already rolling down his cheeks; just one more minute and he’ll be coming against the fabric of the towel. “Come out!”

“We’ll finish this later,” you whisper in his ear after you groan, totally annoyed that your stupid friends ruined the mood. “One fucking second, we’re coming!”

“Jungkook sure is— ouch!”

Ignoring Jungkook’s grimace of horror as his cheeks turn red, embarrassed by the fact that he was loud enough for them to hear. But then you lean in for a kiss that feels as tender as it could get, and your soft hands cupping his face manage to calm him down.

“I better feed the gremlins before they eat us instead,” you tell him with a smile.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re too far from him to reach, and you walk out so that he can change peacefully.

“So, I told her that she was a bitch for selling me out. How could she! After passing her my notes the— hey! Are you even listening?”

Ari turns to you, arms crossed to show how offended she is that you’re not paying attention to her story. But you don’t even notice that she’s noticed, too busy kissing Jungkook and kneading his waist over his shirt while you wait in line at the coffee shop down the street.

“Uh-huh.” Jimin’s finally back from the restroom. “I think we’ve got some competition, mommy…”

“Order for Y/N!”

At the barista’s call, you finally turn around to fetch your coffee.

Jungkook follows you to the counter even though he hasn’t ordered anything for himself – this might be the last chance he’ll have to be with you until the evening, once you’re back from work and he’s off practice. But then again, he’s meeting Jimin later since he needs his hyung’s help for some assignment, and there’s this party the team has been annoyingly adamant about throwing.

So, of course, Jungkook can’t just stop kissing you, the next hours will be the worst of his life. Besides, you won’t stop reminding him of how well you’ll fuck him as soon as you get the chance.

Your fingers intertwine with his on your way out.

“Don’t we have time for a little nap on the lawn?” Ari asks, walking ahead of you with Jimin, as she turns around to the two of you. “I don’t wanna rush the coffee down my throat. And we’ve got Wang now; she’s always late!”

“I’ll drop Jungkook at his class and go straight to Wang’s,” you reply, coffee already half-vanished from your cup.

You leave your friends behind and head to the main building. His fingers are still locked with yours, hot and a bit sweaty due to the early summer heat. But you don’t really care, because holding hands never felt so good – even if your mind is clouded by thoughts of him naked and whimpering underneath you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you walk down the hall.

He noticed you were engrossed in your thoughts. Most times he wouldn’t even bother to ask, knowing he’s not one to inquire someone as to why they’re zoning out, but Jungkook did feel the way your grip on him tightened.

But you only chuckle, tilting your chin with a playful grin. “Oh, you’ll need more than that. A penny and an ID, at least.”

“Ah…” Jungkook tries to fight a smile. “But we’re in public, noona…”

“That didn’t stop me last night, did it?”

The two of you stop in front of the door of his lecture hall; there’s a wave of students mindlessly walking past you, chatting, laughing, cheered up by the so-awaited nice weather. It’s sunny out, beams of white light coming through the high windows into the busy halls. Summer’s coming and everyone is starting to feel it in their bodies.

He lets go of you, wiping his hand on his pants. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit too sweaty—” And someone bumps into his back mid-sentence, apologising immediately as it pushes Jungkook against you. “Soobin-ah! Watch where you’re going, I almost crushed—”

“Noona!” the boy chirps. “I didn’t see you.”

“Hi there.”

“Hm, one of the team’s hyungs is throwing a party tonight, are you coming?” Jungkook frowns, eyes continuously shifting from you to his teammate as he tries to process the scene. “Last one was a fail.”

“Yeah, we’re totally coming.”

Soobin’s eyes darken as he notices the presence of your boyfriend. “Ah, hey. Didn’t know you were there. Um, so you two are still together, noona? I heard around you had broken up. Cool to know you haven’t, though!” That’s the last straw for Jungkook; he pouts and looks at you to understand why you’re being so cool about this. He’s literally hitting on you, and you’re answering so casually to his offensive questions. “Yeah, so… see you around?”

You wave your hand at Soobin to say goodbye, watching him go back to his friends, who were waiting for him a few feet away, and vanish down the corridor.

“Noona!” Jungkook whines as soon as his enemy is gone.

“Yeah, bunny?”

Yeah, bunny? Is that all you’ve got to say? But you notice that this little conversation with Soobin upset him, so you circle him and cup his cheeks, leaning in for a kiss. Jungkook is a bit stubborn at first to give in, but he loves your kisses too much.

“You don’t ever need to get jealous, baby,” you whisper against his lips, nails raking through his hair. “You’re all I want.”

Maybe you uttered those words without much thought, looking only to comfort him – but it lights something up in his guts, something that is so warm it sends shivers down to his toes and up to his spine. A feeling of belonging is all Jungkook has ever wanted. And he found it within your arms.

Just the thought that he might lose you to someone else drives him crazy.

“I mean it,” you repeat as if you knew he’s sulking about it. Your hands find his cheeks, and you pull Jungkook down for a tender kiss, merely a brush of lips against each other. “You don’t know how happy I am that my stupid car broke down.”

And maybe it was that you finally addressed the topic he had been so much dreading to even think about; the bet, the fact that you’re not truly dating, how blurred the lines of your relationship would be from now on – but he kisses you deeper, breathing heavily through his nose, and crumbles down against your shoulders in a tight hug.

“Oh, no, baby— don’t cry!”

You can’t help letting out a small laugh, rather from surprise than from finding it actually amusing. Placing a kiss on the crown of his head, you let him melt into your arms for a bit longer.

His professor walks past you to walk into the classroom, glancing at you. “Kookie, you should go in or you’ll be late.”

“Don’t wanna,” he lets out against your shoulder, voice muffled.

“You are such a big baby!” Your giggles, which are now genuine, make him shake over you, and Jungkook looks up with his eyes still a bit teary. A twinkle of curiosity kindles in them when you press your lips against his ear. “Be good and noona will treat you very well tonight.”

The only thing that delays his entry into the classroom is the string of desperate kisses that Jungkook leaves on your lips between ‘thank you’s and sweet nothings.

The rest of the day passes terribly slowly. You only meet Ari in one of your last classes, and you don’t even get a chance to sit together; when you arrive, there are only a couple of empty seats scattered around the classroom.

After a long hour of listening to Mass Persuasion and Propaganda, you walk back to the quad.

“What time do you go to work?” she asks you as she puts on her sunglasses. “We could meet at your place when you’re back to get ready for Chan’s party.”

“Sure,” you murmur.

Your phone buzzes, and you take it out to see it’s a text from Jungkook:

[Thursday, 2:08 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: Missing you noona 😢

“So…” You were probably staring down at your phone and smiling like an idiot because Ari is smugly putting her arm around your shoulders. “Jungkookie and you made up, huh? Can’t say I’m not happy— but is it for good this time?”

Your smile widens. “I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”

She’s happy for you, radiant; she had wanted to see you like this for so long, loves that you’re excited and passionate about things again. It’s not all because of Jungkook, Ari does understand that, but he’s played a key role. And she’s not happy just because you’re back at sharing your feelings with her, she’s also glad that you’re… embracing them.

In some way, you’re healing. It feels like she can breathe again.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Me too, bunny.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Can’t wait to see you tonight ❤️❤️

[Thursday, 2:11 PM] You: So, behave.

You turn off the screen of your phone, too jittery to wait for a response; your body is bubbling up with hormones, it’d be just like pointlessly putting it to torture.

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😳

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😏

Okay, you swear you’ll put your phone down for good this time. It’s just so hard to resist the urge to keep texting him through his way to practice – and tease him endlessly telling him what you’ll do to him as soon as you’re alone.

Jesus, you are thirsty.

Although you try to say goodbye to Ari, she decides that she will drive you to work as Jungkook needs his car to get home afterwards. You agree, as you’d rather not spend so much money on cabs, and you just spend the whole commute singing off-key and making references to videos that only the two of you find funny.

Honestly, your shift could have gone by a bit quicker, but you know you’re to blame for that; daydreaming about tonight as the club is pretty much empty isn’t really the best way to focus on work.

After five and a half long hours, your relief shift arrives. You get changed back into your normal clothes in the blink of an eye, and you run so as not to miss the bus home. You hate the deprecated bus line in the city, but this time you have no choice, and you don’t have the time to walk home either.

By the time you get home, Ari’s sitting next to your building’s doorway, mindlessly scrolling down her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I thought you got kidnapped, what took you so long?”

You shrug as you take out your keys. “I missed the bus, and the next one took fifteen minutes. And it’s still technically rush hour.”

“Jeez,” she lets out, “you need your car back ASAP.”

“No, I just need Jungkook’s!” you whine instead and open the door. You let her walk in first so that you can close it behind you, and Ari takes off her jacket and drops her purse on the couch. “It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages.”

Ari smiles fondly at you. “Sometimes it just feels like that, doesn’t it? Like a lifetime isn’t enough.”

The two of you head to your room; Jungkook hasn’t really moved out completely, and the few things he took out during his ghosting days were put back in your room this very morning. ‘For the sake of conveniency’, he said, but you know he’s just as eager as you are to just get close together. Not that you’re complaining – sharing a room and a bed definitely has its perks.

You’re just yet to find out, ugh.

“Okay!” Ari suddenly comes back with two beers. “So, it’s time to decide what we’ll wear. I’m pretty confident about my choice, though.”

Getting for a party used to be one of your favourite things to do in the whole world; picking the outfit, the overall vibe, the makeup, singing and laughing with your friends, having a drink or two to get pumped up. Now, maybe you’ve come back to being rather fond of it.

Six beers, three half-failed outfits, and many giggles later, you’re ready to go; it’s half-past nine, so Taehyung will be on his way already to pick you up. Chan’s throwing the party at his father’s, where you’ll have the freedom to make as much noise as you feel like. It does sound promising, and you can’t deny you’re excited.

At Tae’s text, you come down, and you arrive at the house not long after.

The muffled music vibrates across the walls and windows, beams of coloured light peeking through the glass. You can hear the chaotic mix of voices, singing or screaming, as you walk in.

“I’m gonna go and look for the others!” Taehyung says to your ear, and you nod. “You could get some drinks!”

Nodding your head, Ari and you head hand-to-hand to one of the tables while he disappears into the dancing crowd. Once you spot a bunch of bottles, she makes a silly happy dance, and you get on with the drinks, chuckling softly at her antics.

“God, I wanna dance!” Ari groans.

With a drink secured between your fingers, she drags you to the mass of people, already moving her body to the song blasting. You follow her without a single thought in your head, and your body kind of imitates her; the music’s too good, and you’re in a good mood, so you can’t help but dance along with her. This is the first time in a while that being surrounded by strangers feels encouraging and not like a nightmare.

The two of you keep shifting from dancing to getting another drink for an hour or so. Some people you know passed by and said hello, complimented your outfit, and said you should hang out sometime. Even Chan drops by at some point on his way to the bathroom.

“Shouldn’t Tae have found the guys by now?” you suddenly ask Ari when the host leaves.

But she just shrugs. “Am I not enough, babygurl?” she whines then, pouting. You don’t listen, though, because someone precious has entered your view; your eyes fix on Jungkook, standing with a cup in his hand as he quietly listens to one of Jimin’s rants. A soft smile appears on your lips. “— sounds like fun, huh?”

“Uh?” You raise your head. “Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”

Ari crosses her arms and frowns.

“I was just saying— I saw Soobin and some other guys from the swim club playing King’s cup. We could join them!”

“King’s cup…? Sure.”

Yes, you want to be with Jungkook, but it probably is for the best to let him be on his own for now, let him be with his friends and get used to the party at his own pace. You know things like this overwhelm him easily, so you’ll go and pester him with cuddles and kisses once he’s comfortable.

Soobin’s eyes light up when the two of you approach the group. When he makes room for you next to him, they restart the game, and you wait until it’s your turn to pick up a card. After a while, the common cup gets filled three times, and of course, you pick up the fourth king.

“Ha? No way I’m drinking that!” you cry out. Soobin laughs a bit too loudly, but your pout eventually encourages him to drink it for you. “What are you—? Oh my God, Soobin!” Everyone bursts out in laughter, either because of your complaints or because of his face when he drank it. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

But you’re laughing too, you really can’t help it – the poor boy made the biggest face of disgust you’ve ever seen. Naturally, it was a mix of heavily charged drinks with different sodas.

It probably tasted like shit.

You rub his shoulder to comfort him. “You didn’t have to do that for me, really! I could’ve handled it—”

“But I want noona to have a good time!” he whines.

“You just want to look like a big boy in front of her,” one of the teammates teases him, and Soobin turns red. “Hey, Y/N, don’t let him patronise you again! Man up and gulp that shit down!”

“Oh boy, you can count on that!”

One of the boys picks up the cards to shuffle them again and then places them in the centre of the table, making sure there are enough drinks for everybody. Meanwhile, Soobin has been telling you about his achievements in the club while you listen attentively; he’s a good guy, and you like him, even if he’s a bit of a bigmouth sometimes.

When you turn your card over, you are greeted by the ace of hearts. Everyone cheers and drinks.

Beside you, Soobin is staring blankly into the corner of the large room. You take advantage of the other rounds to ask him if something is wrong, but he can’t hear you over the blasting music, so you lean into him to ask again.

“I was just wondering, noona—” Next to him, Ari finishes her drink and lets out a satisfied breath. “Are you really into Jungkook?”

Apart from the fact that he was talking louder for you to hear him, the group had also gone quiet, waiting for Soobin to gulp down his mandatory drink. Ari’s eyes widen at his question, but perhaps not as much as yours – you’re completely taken aback, not only by the question but also by how shamelessly he asked it.

“Sorry?”

“Don’t get me wrong, of course I know you’re not pretending to date or anything, that’d be stupid,” Soobin rushes to say, and you notice the blush on his cheeks, “but it doesn’t feel like you’re into him? Not as much as he is, at least.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” one of his friends blurts out. “What does that even mean?”

Ari grabs his shoulder. “He’s drunk, Y/N, just ignore him.”

Inside of you, there are two strong forces: one is crying out for you to get up and leave, forget about everyone in this party, including Jungkook. Just go back to your comfortable shell where you don’t have to deal with shameful blushes or uncomfortable comments. The other one wants you to say something just as hurting as what Soobin said, put him back in his place. However, your heart hates both possibilities, it wants to stay and have fun.

Had you left, though, you wouldn’t have noticed Soobin’s frustration. It’s printed on his face, in the way his eyes sadly fall to his cup, in the way he shrinks on his seat.

So, you just let out a loud cackle. “What do you mean? Of course I’m into him!”

“Yeah, silly, he’s her boyfriend, after all,” Ari continues, chuckling softly. “Hey—! Felix, how about you take Soobin out to get some air? I think he has drunk enough for the time being. Will you—? Thanks.”

He helps Soobin get up and sees him out into the garden. Some fresh air will do him good, you’re sure.

Ari leans into you. “Everything okay? Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Oh, no!” you say, and your smile seems genuine enough to convince her. “At least we should finish this game, right? We can go dance later.”

You decide to take charge of shuffling the cards again, and she looks at you with a relaxed smile; she feared the worst, but now she realises that you may not be as brittle as she thought. A heavy weight flies off her chest, and Ari joins in the cheers to lighten the mood.

The ceiling lamp reflects in his drink, and he tilts it up to see his own face.

He’s never been much of a party person, though most of the time he ends up having a good time. Jungkook simply prefers to avoid loud music and strong smells, even if watching his drunken friends make fools of themselves is worth it. He’d just rather be home, having a beer, playing video games, being with you.

You seemed to be having so much fun not too long ago, playing some card game. You’re off somewhere, though – to the bathroom, probably, since you took Ari with you.

You might want to dance afterwards, so he’d better get ready to leave his comfortable seat on the sofa, away from most people. It’s the perfect spot because it’s far enough away that Jungkook doesn’t have to spend the night greeting people, but it’s also not so withdrawn from the others that it’d draw attention to himself.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder, and Jungkook turns around, heart doing a somersault. “Jeez, sorry to disappoint.” Hobi must be referring to the way his face goes back to a literal bummer when he sees him.

“Sorry, hyung, I thought—” But Jungkook decides to shut up and scoot to the side, giving him room to sit next to him. “I was minding my own business. Why aren’t you dancing?”

His hyung giggles. “I’m just recharging – I wanna give my all now that everyone’s sober enough to appreciate it.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that already,” Jungkook replies.

At his ominous warning, Hoseok takes a look around, jumping and sneering at a couple when they bump into the back of the couch. The girl apologises between giggles, and the two of them leave a second later, still laughing.

“And now I’m the one who needs to get drunk.”

Jungkook hands him his drink and shifts on the couch to get up and get himself another one, but he sees you’re back at the table, having fun, laughing, talking to someone.

“Won’t you join them?” Hobi asks then. “I know you haven’t seen her all day.”

But he just shrugs, still smiling. “No, I think—” It seems like you’ve turned a bad card over, judging by your dramatic complaint that makes everybody laugh. “She’s having fun, and I don’t want to ruin it for her. We can always hang out later.”

Even if it makes his stomach churn, the feeling of missing you so badly. You’re right there, just a bunch of steps away. So close and real he can touch you in his mind, smell your soft perfume, feel the warmth of your body as you wrap your arms around him. Oh, he’s dying to be with you, but how could he? How could he go and claim your presence when you look happier than ever?

Maybe that’s what bothers him – that you don’t really need him anymore to be happy.

Although the universe has seemed pretty determined to keep you apart since Jungkook woke up in your arms this morning, you don’t seem eager to go back to him, and he has to respect that.

As much as it hurts.

“Hey, if you wanna go with her, just do it!” Hobi insists. “Maybe Y/N is thinking the same? – that you don’t mind waiting until later to be together.”

He gulps down his drink. “You think so, hyung?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Sinking into the couch, Jungkook stops sulking to ponder the idea. If only he could believe it—! But somehow it feels like he’s in the first month of his freshman year, sighing dreamily at your presence while you practically don’t even acknowledge his existence.

It’s all in your head, Jungkook. Y/N-noona likes you, and she wants to be with you. Stop moaning!

“I’ll go and get you a drink; you look like you need one.” With that, Hobi gets up. “I’ll be back in a second, okay, Kookie? Don’t melt into a puddle of tears while I’m away!” And then he vanishes.

Alone again, Jungkook glances at the table you were playing cards at, but suddenly your spot is empty. Oddly enough, Ari has stayed with the group.

A warm hand presses against his shoulder. Tired, Jungkook deflates at the touch, sighing loudly.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Your voice startles him, but your breath against his ear sends a shiver down his spine, excitement and yearning pooling in the pit of his stomach. With a smile, Jungkook turns around, and you rush to bend down and kiss him on the lips, nails raking through the back of his hair.

“Why the sad face, baby?” you ask, losing a battle against a fond smile.

Jungkook’s pout gets more dramatic, and you coo at him. As he scoots to the side, you circle the couch to sit next to him, but find his lap to be a more comfortable prop for your leg. It’s like his hands move on their own when they gently hold onto your waist. You melt against him, like having his body close again has tamed your terrible hunger.

“I missed you.”

You lean down to kiss him again, hoping that will be enough to show him you missed him madly too. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and stifle a sigh; you’re getting hungrier of him by the minute.

Nibbling his earlobe, your eyes flicker downwards.

Shit, he looks so fucking hot tonight, wearing short, wide sleeves, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, muscles flexing as he tries to lean against the armrest. The image of his body this morning, bare before your eyes except for the bottom, comes to mind. You were totally honest yesterday; his face is hot, his chest is hot, his arms are hot, his ass, his legs… And you fucking love his cock too.

“Sorry I abandoned you, bunny,” you say then, brushing a rebellious strand of hair off his face. “I thought you’d want to be on your own first, so I didn’t drag you with the others.”

Jungkook’s eyes move down to your body. “You look… good, noona.”

“You look really good too— so, how are you liking the party? Are you having fun, bunny?” you ask to drop the subject – the last thing you want is to embarrass him in front of his friends with your horny antics.

“Well, I’ve been sulking here all alone because you wouldn’t come to see me,” he murmurs.

“Oh, well—”

But then he giggles softly and pecks your lips. “I’m just teasing you, noona. I’m really happy to see you having fun. I’m just not a party guy.”

“Hm, I know that. Any way I can make this night more… bearable to you, then?” Your eyes are half-lidded in a come-hither look and your lips are stretched in a sultry smirk, so there’s no room for misunderstanding your intentions. “I’ve got some ideas if you can’t think of anything.”

God, he wants to fuck you so bad. Every second that passes, every fibre in his body that is aware of your skin, of your breath, of your thigh shifting on his lap – all of it reminds him of how much he wants you.

Jungkook has dreamed of this moment, for God’s sake. You’ve been his greatest erotic influence since that dream, and probably even before that. Now you’re half-straddling him, whispering such things to his ear, playing with the idea of what could happen when you come back home – your home, the home the two of you share – or even here. Everyone else is probably drunk enough not to notice if you just pin him on the couch and ride him.

“Nothing yet?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Jungkook has to shut his eyes tightly when you start peppering light kisses down his neck.

“Hm?” you insist. He only looks down at you with glassy eyes. “Let me help you, then.”

And you straddle him, sitting comfortably on his lap. Jungkook’s thighs are the perfect seat for you, a throne for a queen. You can feel his half-hard cock against your crotch when you do, and Jungkook lets out a longing gasp, hands snapping to your waist immediately.

“Ah, now you’re back,” you mock him.

Jungkook tilts up his chin to draw you in for a kiss, brushes his lips against yours, and welcomes your tongue with a content hum. Your kisses dance, swinging from his lips to his neck, pecking beneath his jaw, nibbling his earlobe while he tries to kiss you back, unable to keep up with the frenetic pace of your hungry ministrations.

You suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, rather harshly this time. Jungkook’s body twitches under you, and he whimpers. Pulling back, you admire the red mark that has started to blossom.

It feels hotter than before, Jungkook notices. Drowning in the heat that seems to be caged under his clothes, his skin feels sweaty, blood rushes all over his body like crazy. Focused on one exact point that, he hopes, will have a special main role tonight.

You kiss him again, leaving a trail of reddening marks behind your lips. You could never have enough of him, you realise; of Jungkook’s sweetness, of his tender grip on your body as he slowly starts to thrust up against you, probably even without noticing. His cock pulses against you, his whimpers and gasps louder than before. Oh, God – you’ll have so much fun when you get home.

You shift on top of Jungkook again.

“I wanna suck your cock right now, bunny,” you grunt in his ear, feeling him tremble, “so they can all see it belongs to me.”

It’s not like you’d ever do it, but the mental image makes his cock twitch, and he whines he’s too worked up to endure your teasing. Jungkook’s so easy to rile up, it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it when you manhandle him in a room full of people who know him.

“What are you—?” he asks when you take out your phone.

“I’m getting a cab,” you reply and lean in to leave a trail of pecks down his neck; “let’s go home.”

Oh, God. Don’t panic. You’re going home now, the intentions clearly settled. In an hour or so, he’ll probably be inside of you. You’ve touched him, kissed him, made him cum all over himself – but the mere thought of being inside of you, of feeling your warmth around his cock— it’s too much. Will you make sounds for him? Intimate and mellow, cradled in each other’s arms.

“Come on, the cab’s here already.”

You’re burning up, feel lightheaded and ecstatic. There’s a fever rushing through your veins, pushing you to kiss him and mark him on your way out, as you stumble to the door, bumping into everyone and everything.

The forced serenity you fake when you greet the driver lasts barely fifteen minutes.

Soon, you’re all over Jungkook again, kissing him while he breathes heavily and feels up every part of your body. He seems to be keen on your tits since he won’t stop staring at them, so you decide to give him a peek, feeling generous. Jungkook’s eyes fix on the mounds when you tug down at the neck of your dress.

His head is buried between them, and you close your eyes to enjoy the warmth of his hands stroking up and down your ass.

If the driver minds the hot mess you two are in, the way you shove your hand into Jungkook’s pants, or the whimper he lets out when your palm starts stroking his hard length, he doesn’t show.

After fifteen minutes of intense making out, the two of you step out of the cab. You stumble and bring Jungkook down with you, but he’s quick to catch you, giggling like a drunk idiot. You give him a kiss of gratitude, hand intertwining with his to pull at him and get into the building. It’s not long before your hands are back at his body to feel his back, his shoulders, his soft cheeks.

You’ve got him trapped against the door, boobs pressing against his back. “Come on, bunny, open it…”

“I-I’m trying to—”

Finally, the lock clicks, and the door is barely open when you barge into the flat.

It feels as if your lips can’t stay away from his skin, his lips, his pretty neck for long. You pepper pecks all over it, breathing heavily while Jungkook fiddles with the hem of your mini dress. His whimpers drown against your cleavage as he cups your ass, hips bucking into you.

You’re fucking drunk with love for him when you bite down on his neck. “I’m gonna fuck you,” you growl then, abusing the skin. Jungkook lets out a choked sob, “so fucking hard, bunny—”

“N-noona—”

Shit, he’s so turned on he’ll faint. Nothing has ever felt like this before, like his body is on the brink of collapse, like his skin is burning, like his blood is boiling. You’re all over him, kissing and licking and stroking, whispering with your tantalising voice. You drive him crazy; you really do. Jungkook is seeing the gates of heaven with your ardent affection, and he doesn’t care he’s there.

Your face has grown hot during your ministrations. You absolutely adore the way Jungkook reacts to your touch, so vocal and sensitive. His hands on your body only make you want to melt into his arms.

“Yummy baby,” you whisper. “Let’s go to the bed, huh?”

Jungkook nods softly.

You drag him into the bedroom and turn around to face him and get rid of his shirt. Lean chest on display, the sight basically makes you drool; how can be a human being so damn hot? It’s illegal, it’s unfair. The urge to knead and touch his body, pinch his nipples, lick down his torso until you reach his happy trail – it is all too strong.

The two of you stumble into the room in a tangled mess of kisses, whispers, and moans. When Jungkook’s calves hit the edge of the bed, he clumsily sits down. You make him your seat not long after, lips glued to his neck as you nib and suck the skin into your mouth.

It’s only when you get off his lap and sink down to your knees that Jungkook snaps out of haze.

“W-wait—” You stop fumbling with his halfway-down fly. “I need— I gotta go to the bathroom, noona,” he blurts out then, and you let him get up. “I won’t be long, okay? Just— wait.”

And Jungkook storms out of the room. Ignoring the fact that he’s pretty much drunk, all his blood being concentrated in one specific part of his body doesn’t help either. The door slams shut behind his back, and he roughly turns on the tap to soak his face in search of some clarity of thought.

Jungkook just needs to cool down a bit, that’s it. Then he’s going to come back to you and prove that he can be a good lover.

If only he could get rid of this awful anxiety! It’s like his stomach is constantly churning and groaning in fear. He knows you won’t judge him even if he messes up – which he hopes won’t happen – or if doesn’t last long enough. God, you’re as turned on as him, but what if he can’t make you come? He’s managed that in the past, with some patience, but he’s too nervous now to think properly.

It just feels so rushed all of a sudden.

With a sigh and an encouraging nod at himself, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to head back to your bedroom.

“I’m back…”

Only silence greets him. Curious, Jungkook looks up to see the startling sight of you lying on the bed, snoring peacefully with a trickle of drool down your chin and your face smeared with makeup. You’re completely knockout.

With another sigh, and oddly relieved, Jungkook turns around and goes to fetch your makeup wipes.

You’re terribly, horribly, dreadfully hangover when you wake up. Some idiot – you – forgot to draw the curtains last night, and now your eyes are being abused by the sunlight.

The ruckus coming from the other side of the room catches your attention.

Jungkook is rummaging through one of his drawers, which you emptied for him when he moved into your room, you good soul, with his back facing you. Hm, he looks sexy in the morning too— and then you realise you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, no bra underneath, face bare despite the fact that you don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.

And that’s when the memories kick in.

God, this is mortifying. You literally pounced Jungkook just to fall asleep during his probably short bathroom break.

Are you not ashamed of yourself? He must be so pissed off at you right now.

“Good morning.”

He turns around at the sound of your groggy voice. “Good morning, noona… Did you sleep well? I didn’t— I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You shake your head in silence, and Jungkook walks up to the bed. “I have class now, but I made some breakfast.”

Oh, no. This is post-sex treatment, but you didn’t really have sex in the end. What if he thinks you didn’t care about him enough to stay awake? Is that it? Is he trying to keep you happy?

Jungkook makes an attempt to get up, but you stop him by gently taking a hold on his shoulder. Slowly sitting back down, his sweet dark eyes watch you expectantly, and it brings a smile to your face; you really have caught the sweetest man in the world. How could you even fathom the idea that he resents you?

“Sorry about last night,” you apologise with a timid shrug.

But he just chuckles. “Don’t worry, we drank a lot anyway… Do you need anything for the hangover? I’ve almost finished the tablet, but there’s some left.”

However, you’re more interested in knowing what he did after you fell asleep. You know he changed your clothes and wiped your face, but if he was so turned on, did he take care of it or did he just tried to sleep it off?

“Thank you for not making me sleep with my bra on,” you say then as your hand strokes up his arm. “You’re my hero.”

“N-no need,” he murmurs. His cheeks blush softly, and you can’t help giggling.

“Did you take care of yourself too?”

Jungkook’s blush intensifies, but this time he laughs. Out of embarrassment, probably, but he’s been teetering on the edge of madness lately, all thanks to you – or because of you, who knows – and, really, now he’s got nothing to lose. Dignity and abashment have nothing on the ecstatic feeling of being with you.

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook meekly replies. “I… had to touch myself. B-but I was so hard, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”

Your thumb sends a shiver down his spine when you caress his cheek. “Oh? You thought about noona?”

“Yes,” he nods again. “Fuck, I came so hard thinking it was your pussy I was filling up, noona—” Your heart does a somersault at his words. What is this creature in front of you and what has it done to Jeon Jungkook? You suddenly feel empty between your legs, rubbing your thighs together. “W-wanted to make you come again and again last night, like you always do to me… You’re always so good to me, noona—”

But you cut him off when you sit up and straddle his lap, shutting him up with a hard kiss. Shit, now you need to ride him and make him come like that again, be filled up with his cum. Jungkook moans against your lips as his hands move to your waist.

“How long before you go?” you grunt against his neck.

“C-can’t stay— fuck!” You’re rolling your hips down against his hardening crotch, totally disregarding his academic obligations. “S-shit, noona, God— so good, s-so good—”

Heh, he’s just as touch starved as you are. Maybe, if you’re quick and put those thighs to work, you’ll manage to make the both of you come in less than three, four minutes. You feel him up over his shirt, brushing against his covered nipples and making him gasp. You swear his cock twitches against your crotch.

“Wait! Wait,” he blurts out, making you stop immediately. “Could we—?” Jungkook then stares into your eyes, and he sees only sweet attention.

Why would you judge him? You’ve been nothing but understanding and attentive since yesterday morning. He should better get rid of that hurting image he’s made of you now that he knows there’s goodness underneath.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Could we… leave this for later?”

“What do you mean?” You lean into him for a kiss, tender this time, just a soft brush of your lips against his, a gesture of allegiance. “Do you want to wait before we go, uh, all the way in?”

Although he’s never told you himself, you know from Taehyung that Jungkook isn’t exactly experienced. You’ve heard of flings he had around campus, the average for a guy his age, but his so-called fame as a fuckboy was rather the consequence of his drastic change of lifestyle and the clear fact that he’s hot as hell.

“No, I— I really want to,” he lets out in a breathless laugh. “I just thought we could, hm, make it a bit more r-romantic?” Why does he feel stupid as shit saying that? God, if you didn’t laugh then, now you’re surely going to tease him. “Like, we could play some music… And we’ve got a bunch of your candles left—” Please, shut him up already. “Just, it’s our f-first time together, and it’d be cool if it was more… special.”

Oh.

Oh. Your sweet boy. You can’t help smiling fondly as you stroke his cheeks, moving your hands to rake your nails through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the tender affection, and you finally hear him let out a puff of air.

“Of course we can do that, Jungkook,” you say then.

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Sure! I’ll be back from work at eight, more or less. You could set it all up, and I could get something yummy on my way home.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Kissing your forehead goodbye, Jungkook gets up and grabs his backpack on his way out.

There isn’t much more he can do; candles are lit and placed around the room, music fills the quiet silence. Jungkook has had two showers since he came back from training, so his hair is still wet. However, the more time passes, the more he feels like he’s drenched in sweat.

Why is he so nervous? It’s not like you’re going to do anything new. For the two of you together, perhaps, but he got rid of his V card a while ago.

So, why is he so… agitated?

“Maybe I should—”

But Jungkook doesn’t get to mumble the idea out of his mind because the jingle of your keys comes from the door. Then you open it, quietly walking into the small doorway. His chest feels so heavy and so crazily feather light at the same time; he can’t say he didn’t miss you despite his near mental breakdown.

Let’s just hope Jungkook doesn’t let you down tonight.

“Hello?” you speak up, and he can hear you fumbling with a plastic bag as you leave it in the kitchen. “Is anybody home? Jungkook? I’m home!”

The fulsome smell of scented candles – each more fruity and mellow than the other, a shocking-to-the-nose mix of vanilla, roses, and strawberry – welcomes you and guides you towards the bedroom. There, the more gratifying of an adorable Jungkook sitting on his knees greets you.

“Hi,” he says, almost breathless.

“Hello there.” You walk up to him and sit on the bed, stroking his thigh. Jungkook smiles back at you, and you look around the room. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time.”

“So, you like it?”

You lean into him for a short kiss. “I love it.”

Well, he can resume breathing normally now. You like it, which means you don’t find it ridiculous; that’s a pretty good start, isn’t it?

“How about I go take a shower while you put the finishing touches, baby?” you ask him, still seated on the bed. Your hand has taken a like on stroking the back of his. “I’ve got to admit, it’s been a pretty long day for me too. I missed you madly…”

You kiss him again, softly this time, tenderly, and it takes you all your willpower to pull away.

“I’ll be right back.”

You try to take as little time as possible in the shower, but you can’t help but check every detail; that your breath doesn’t smell, that you’re groomed and trimmed down there, that your skin is moisturized. You also make sure not to forget to pee. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you’re nervous, and you just hope you’re not the only one.

Walking out of the shower tray, you grab your lotion and apply it to your body. With this, you’re ready, aren’t you?

Meanwhile, Jungkook has been an equal mess:

Should I take off my clothes, or should I leave that to her? I’ll make sure that I really don’t have anything between my teeth. My underwear is clean, isn’t it? Why do I keep sweating? Are you sure my breath doesn’t smell…? Does noona even like this music? I’m going to change tracks—

“Jungkook?”

Startling the shit out of him, you walk into the room, fresh and clean, with a towel around your shoulders as you try to dry the wet ends of your hair.

“Ah—!” You can’t help but laugh at his low-key panic. “You’re done.”

Again, you sit next to him, but Jungkook scoots back as if trying to make room for you. You giggle and get closer, this time cupping his cheeks before you lean in for a powerful, slow kiss. Brushing your lips together, a soft groan escapes your lips, and you seek a shorter distance, a deeper contact by sucking on his tongue and massaging them together.

“You smell great…” you murmur, nuzzling his neck.

It smells like his body lotion mixed with his fabric softener, and you’re positive it’s one of your favourite smells in the world. So delicate, so silky to the nose.

It seems that your lips have gone stray during your trail of thoughts as you’re now peppering sloppy kisses down his neck. Jungkook’s bated breath fans the crown of your head, hands still frozen and unsure of what to do.

“Here,” you rasp, taking his hands and placing them on your waist, “you can touch me.”

And finally, after what feels like a year, Jungkook chases your lips to kiss you back. You can feel his sweaty palms explore your back, sneaking under your flimsy shirt and caressing the skin. With a sigh, you break the kiss, to his surprise – until he sees it’s so that you can shift on the bed and straddle his lap for closer contact.

He tugs at your shirt again. “Shit, noona, you’re so hot,” he lets out before kissing you again. You roll down your hips against his clothed tent, making him whimper. “I-I think I’m already hard.”

“Hm, are you?” you ask with a sly grin as you keep grinding your hips together.

The second you get rid of your top, Jungkook’s eyes snap to your chest, and you feel his cock pulse. Jeez, he’s so easy to figure out now that you think of it; you would’ve shown him your tits earlier if you knew how quickly it would rile him up.

Now it’s your turn to unwrap your gift.

Jungkook lies down on the bed at your silent command. “I can’t believe my luck, bunny,” you whisper, stroking up his chest until you’ve got the hem hiked up in your grip. “You’re literally perfect.”

You feel him shiver at the praise, legs wobbling around you. The tent in his pants is hard to ignore now, and you can’t deny the fact that you’re practically drooling at the thought.

“Don’t— don’t say things like that,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s blushing.

“Why shouldn’t I, though?” You peck his tummy. “It’s true. I told you once, didn’t I?” How can your voice sound so insanely hot and confident when he’s literally trembling like a leaf? “That anyone would be lucky to fuck you. So, I guess that makes me lucky, bunny,” you say, kissing his navel again. “Take it all off.”

As soon as the order seeps into his brain, Jungkook shimmies on the mattress to get rid of his shirt and pants while you do the same. Once you’ve discarded your underwear on the floor, his eyes are fixed on you, and yours on him— God, how can a human look like that? You would commit aggravated felonies for this man, Jesus Christ. And so you show him, hovering over him and sitting on his bare cock.

“Noona—”

His weak grip on your hips isn’t enough to prevent you from rolling them down again. This time, however, he can feel how wet you are, how ready you are to sink down onto him, and Jungkook can’t help choking on a mewled, stuttered version of your name.

With your arms supporting your weight on both sides of his head, you kiss him again. “Shit, bunny— I’ll fuck you so well,” you grunt, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing each other’s air. Jungkook unconsciously spreads his legs, and you lie more on his body. “Mark you up and milk that pretty cock dry—”

“P-please,” he sobs.

You can feel his grip getting stronger and more desperate.

“F-fuck, bunny,” you growl and bite down on his neck. This time, Jungkook lets out a choked whimper and bucks his hips up, the engorged tip of his cock teasing your entrance. “Let’s grab a condom before we get ahead of ourselves, okay?”

Sighing, you sit up for a second and rummage through your nightside table. There’s a brand-new condom box you knew you’d eventually use, so you grab one and carefully rip the wrapper, handing it to him. Jungkook’s trembling hands take the piece, and he moves your hips away as respectfully as possible so that he can put it on. You can only chuckle, though.

The view makes your heart pump faster, you’re terribly excited and turned on. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“Ready, baby?”

You look down at his hard cock, standing against his lower belly and covered by the condom.

Jungkook sits up and hugs you. “Yeah.”

Tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of your tongue, you kiss him deeply, swirling your tongue around his to drown his moans. You suck on his bottom lip to give him a break, but Jungkook tightens his grip around you, a plea in his eyes for you to sit on him.

“Greedy bunny,” you chuckle and give him one more peck.

Then, after you raise your hips to align his cock to your entrance, you finally sink down onto him.

A literal sigh of relief vibrates down your throat. God, you knew Jungkook would feel good, but the way his girthy cock stretches you out, the way it makes you fill stuffed as it pulses inside of you – it slid in so easily, you’re dripping wet. In fact, you’re so engrossed in how it works you open that you haven’t noticed Jungkook’s desperate whimper and stronger grip around your waist.

“Noona,” he murmurs. You’re still sitting on his cock. “G-God, noona—” he chants again, his hot breath fanning the crook your neck.

“Fuck, baby, your cock feels so good,” you moan as you start to roll your hips down.

Jungkook’s pupils tremble at the crude praise, and his cock twitches inside of you. You’re thrusting onto him, picking up a faster pace while he melts into a puddle of pleasure, hands gripping the sheets and brows knitted together as he loses himself in the growing pleasure.

He looks gorgeous like this.

With blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart racing, you lean into him for a deep kiss. You tilt your hips, and his cock hits that spot that makes you grunt and clench around him.

Jungkook lets you push him down onto the mattress so that you can prompt yourself better, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You get tighter, and his breath hitches in grateful response. Of course, with this new shower of jolts of electricity down your spine, you pick up a merciless tempo, incessantly smacking your hips against his in chase of your pleasure.

Heat pools in his lower back, and Jungkook looks up to see his cock disappear into your body, your arousal leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck!” he whimpers when you bend down to abuse his neck. It’s all too much. “F-fuck yes, so good, noona, s-so good.” Jungkook’s hands are glued to your waist – like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and wake him up from a dream. “Y-you’re tighter, shit—”

You dip your tongue into his collarbone just to bite down on it later, waiting for a reddish mark to blossom.

His eyes flicker down to your chest, observing with hunger. Almost as if silently asking for your permission, Jungkook glances at you and cups one of your breasts. The palm of his hand feels warm against your skin, so you smirk, and that is all he needs to start kneading the soft flesh, fingers moving to play with your nipple. You let out a heavy groan and start bouncing on him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook massages your tits as his eyes cross, chasing pleasure and jerking his hips into you. “Fuck yes, j-just like that, noona, God!” he lets out in a choked sob.

With your hand on his nape, you shut him up and encourage him to suck on one of your nipples. A groan of satisfaction reverberates in his throat, you work thigh muscles to bounce on him faster and make him moan as his tongue flickers around your nub.

“Please, p-please—” he begs against your skin.

Jungkook’s wander desperately around your body, grabbing the sheets, your waist, your hips; you’re clenching around him and it’s making him lose his mind.

“So cute, bunny— f-fuck!” You cut yourself off with a moan when the engorged tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, and the coiling tension in your lower back grows. “You— you like my tits, don’t you?” you let out in a breathless laugh.

Jungkook sucks on your nipple again. “L-love them noona, s-so much!”

“You’re such a big baby,” you tease him but raise your hips to sink down onto his cock again.

“Ugh! F-fuck, mommy!” Your heart skips a beat. You look down at him, wondering if you’ve heard right, but his voice saying that immediately makes you clench around him again, and Jungkook whimpers, flickering his tongue around your sensitive nub. His saliva drips down from your breast. “C-close! M-mommy, gonna— ugh, shit!”

You can almost physically feel your pussy stretch out around his cock when he blurts that out a second time. Jungkook doesn’t seem to be aware of what he’s saying, though, too engrossed in the pleasure of thrusting up into your wet heat.

You’re close to your high as well, so you take his hand and show him how to rub your clit. Jungkook mindlessly picks up on the movement, and you groan, the ache between your legs hungrier for his cock. Both of you are losing composure as your climaxes approach. He trembles, lip trapped between his teeth, and bucks his hips off the bed, chasing your slit.

“Gonna cum—!” Your hard kiss brings him back to reality. “Noona, n-noona, I’m— I-I’m coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jungkook chuckles shyly when you wipe the trickle of saliva on his chin.

He lets you lie him down on the bed again. This way, you can keep rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, and the angle lets you fuck yourself on his cock and push the tip in deeper, grinding back and forth. At the new feeling, Jungkook’s back arches off the mattress, and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, lips chanting words of adoration.

Jolts of pleasure travel down your body and pool in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instantly go faster, even though you can feel the burn in your muscles; you’re dripping, soaking the condom, wet smacking sounds echoing in the room.

“W-wait,” he gasps only to mewl a second later, “slow down, please— s-slow, noona, please—”

You clench around him again. “Why should I?”

“D-don’t wanna come yet, please, p-please, slow—” Your fingers dance up his arm and grab his wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Fuck, s-slow, slow!”

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on yours, staring unsurely. But your lustrous gaze makes his cock throb and twitch inside of you. As his thighs begin to thrust up into you, faster and faster, he lets out a whimper, a plea for you to go slower until it turns into a chant of gratitude.

You lean into him to stroke his cheek adoringly and whisper, smiling:

“Be a good boy and make a mess, bunny.”

It’s pretty much immediate; he throbs inside of you again with a whine, hips jerking and hands snapping to your ass to bounce you up and down his cock. With one last powerful thrust, Jungkook is emptying himself into the condom. His eyes roll back, and he goes still when the shockwaves grip his body.

“N-noona!” he hisses, still thrusting up into you. “Fuck yes, noona, just— ugh, just like that— fucking Christ!”

“F-fuck, Jungkook—”

Meanwhile, you’ve been rubbing yourself against his pubic bone, and the feeling of him coming makes you clench, wishing you could feel his cum leaking out. You haven’t noticed, but you’re riding him faster, chasing your orgasm while he writhes on the mattress, a bit confused and slowly sinking into overstimulation. When the pain does kick in, Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to make you stop.

“S-shit,” you moan, and he lets go of you in a trembling movement, “that— that feels incredible, bunny, j-just like that—”

It hurts, fuck it does, but you sound so lost in pleasure, his cock pulses again, still sliding into your warm, tightened walls. Besides, he still hasn’t made you come, and there’s nothing he wants more in the world right now.

The ache between your legs grows and grows as you grind your hips together. Your swollen clit rubs against his stomach, Jungkook’s hands grip your ass to both push you off him and chase your wet heat, not quite sure which hurts more. When the coiling tension comes to a tipping point, you let out a grunt and bite down on his neck, making him whimper, and then you’re convulsing on top of him with a deep moan, dissolving into pleasure as your walls clench around his sensitive cock.

“Fuck! S-shit, bunny,” you rasp, still tilting your hips to ride out your climax.

Just as the line between pain and bliss begins to mix, Jungkook feels you slow down your movements and eventually stop to just lie down on top of him. You raise your hips off him, his flaccid cock slides out of you, and observe him in silence when he peels the condom off to throw it away.

A soothing silence kicks in, and the two of you decide to catch your breaths. You collapse next to him, feeling tired and sweaty, but he decides that it’s best to rest his head between your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats. It lulls him into drowsiness, with his fingertips stroking your tummy and his eyes staring up at you through his eyelashes.

“I couldn’t” – his erratic breath takes over for a second – “make noona come first.”

Confused, you tilt down your head to look at him. “Doesn’t matter, your cock felt so good, bunny—” You’re stroking his hair as he moves to turn over on your chest, both your breaths calming down.

You stir on the bed and move to come down to his level, stopping to give him a slow, deep kiss. You feel blissful, you’re ecstatic, taken over by a million butterflies.

“I’m gonna play this in my head again and again—”

“You know there’s no need for that, don’t you, bunny? Because we’re going for another round,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his chest. You brush his nipples for a second but don’t notice the way he goes tense against your touch, “as soon as we can get this pretty cock,” you say then and move down to scratch his inner thighs, “hard again.”

“N-noona—” Jungkook gasps when you nibble his earlobe and part his legs to scoot in between them.

“We have the whole weekend.”

You resume your cuddling position beneath him, with his head cradled between your breasts. It seems to be a favourite of his, Jungkook would always snuggle like this even before you confessed. But you like it, love it, to see him cuddled next to you like that.

His fingers stroke up and down your naked arm. “This feels like a dream…”

And you swear, you’ve never blushed faster or harder. With Jungkook’s mellow voice vibrating against your skin, you melt – because it feels the same for you.

It does feel like a dream.

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kookntae4ever · 3 months

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「 Can't Pretend 」

• explicit 🔞

• 100k words

• fake dating

• best friends to lovers

• family issues

• fluff, angst, and smut

• pining

• slow burn

• idiots in love

• top kth

• bottom jjk

Taehyung is fed up with his parents, who constantly set him up on dates with their business partners' daughters.

To prove he is capable of choosing his own partner, he agrees to fake date his best friend.

Surely, nothing will go wrong, nothing will change between Jungkook and him... right?

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jjungkookislife · 3 months

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Home for the Holidays Pt. 2 (M)

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog

summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

wc: 14.3k

warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!

read part one here

date: January 12, 2024

The moment you set foot in Jungkook’s family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.

Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wall—there are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.

A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.

The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.

“Jungkook!” Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.

Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.

“Never leave me,” she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.

“Mom,” Jungkook wheezed. “You’re scaring my girlfriend. She doesn’t know you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.

“Mom!”

Jungkook’s mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.

“Hello,” you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.

“I’m Aera,” Jungkook’s mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear he’s so in love!”

“Mom!” Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.

You giggle, linking arms with Aera. “Is that so?”

Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.

“Oh, Jungkook,” his mom says as she has you sit at the table. “You’re in Seojun’s old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.”

Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.

“Here,” Aera hands you a small dessert. “Seojun made these just for you. You’ll meet him tomorrow along with his fiancée, Saraí.”

“Ooh, chocolate,” you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.

Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.

By the time Jungkook joins you, you’re on your third dessert.

“Mom,” he sighs. “Please don’t force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.”

Aera frowns at her son. “Fine. You open up.”

Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.

“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes. “I told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.”

“Hello,” a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkook’s father has arrived home.

“Dad!” Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.

You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.

You introduce yourself to Jungkook’s dad, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, honey. I’m Dae.”

“We’re gonna go get settled in,” Jungkook says as he takes your hand. “We’ll be down for dinner.”

“When am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?” Aera asks her son. “It’s bad enough that Hoseok won’t join us this year.”

“He had plans, Mom,” Jungkook explained.

“Love, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,” Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jimin’s mom across the street to chat about their boys.

Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. “I thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Your mom is just excited.”

“I’ll say,” Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!”

Jungkook chuckles. “There’s plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.”

Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. There’s another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.

The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. It’s all pretty simple to memorize. You’ll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.

By the time you’re back in the kitchen, Jimin’s sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.

“Got enough to share, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.

“No,” Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.

“Jimin,” Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.

“So,” Dae smiles at you. “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“School.”

“Jimin.” You say, cringing at Jungkook’s answer being different from yours.

His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.

“I met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,” Jimin jokes.

Jungkook turns red. “I didn’t steal her! You said you were just friends!”

You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.

“I always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,” you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.

Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet?! True love!” Aera sings as she clasps her hands.

“Mom!” Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.

“I hear wedding bells!” Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.

“Come on, let’s go get their pajamas.”

The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.

Jimin exhales dramatically. “You couldn’t even get the first lie correct?”

“We tried!” Jungkook hisses in response.

“Yeah,” you nod vehemently. “We got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.”

“The group chat isn’t gonna like this,” Jimin sighs. “Are you sure you can pull this off without us here?”

“It was just a little mishap,” Jungkook waved his hand. “We’ve got this.”

Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.

“Okay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.”

You laugh as you hug him after he’s set his glass in the dishwasher.

“Come around whenever,” Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.

“What’s up next?” You ask your boyfriend.

“Probably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,” Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.

“Here they come.”

The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.

The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.

Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.

Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.

“I don’t know, Dae. Something seems fishy,” Aera said softly.

“You’re overthinking this, love. Maybe they’re just respectful or shy.” Dae countered.

“Well, Saraí and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.” Aera states.

Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.

“Maybe they’re not as comfortable with PDA. That’s fine by me,” Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.

Aera does so reluctantly.

Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.

Once you’re on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.

“I suppose we need to be more hands-on,” he states nervously.

“How about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,” you suggest.

Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Do you need anything before I go?”

You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.

“A goodnight kiss?”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.

“Good night,” Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.

“Good night,” you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.

You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.

The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. “Come on, darling.”

“Mmh,” you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.

Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.

“Baby,” he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. “Or I’d bop you on that cute nose of yours.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, babe. My parents will be up soon.”

“I’m sleepy,” you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. He’s already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.

You try not to squeal in excitement when you see he’s poured yours into a snowman mug.

By the time Jungkook’s parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkook’s got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.

Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.

Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.

“Seojun and Saraí will be here for dinner,” she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.

You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.

“I think we’re doing pretty well,” you muse as you hold Jungkook’s hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.

He chuckles. “Seojun might mess it up.”

You giggle, shaking your head.

“I think we’ve got this,” you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.

Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so now.

You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.

“Kook,” you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.

Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.

His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.

“Shit!” A voice startles you.

You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.

“Sorry, we should have knocked.” A woman apologizes. She’s shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.

“We did knock,” the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.

“We’ll be downstairs,” she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.

Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. “That was Seojun and Saraí.”

“Oh!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “Fuck.”

“Well,” Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. “At least Seojun will believe us now.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“To be continued?” You’re not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.

“Tonight?” He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.

Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and you’d gladly let it for another taste of his lips.

“Tonight,” you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.

Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and Saraí in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Sarai exclaims. “Seojun thought you were imaginary.”

“Babe,” Seojun protests.

“¿Que no?” Sarai asks him with a raised brow. “Didn’t you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?”

Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolph’s nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the men’s expense.

“I like you,” you said with a bright smile. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”

Sarai smiled, “We have to stick together.”

“Saraí,” Seojun whines. “We just got here. You can’t recruit my little brother’s girlfriend against me already.”

“Why not?” Saraí asks with a mischievous grin.

Seojun groans as he shakes his head, but his smile never dims as he looks at his fiancée. You cuddle up to Jungkook, and his arm drapes around you before he kisses the top of your head, almost second nature.

A few hours later, Saraí and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.

Saraí follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, you’re glad she’s easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joon’s PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.

“So then he takes me to the very top of the building,” Saraí gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. “You know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! He’s terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!”

“I almost threw up,” Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, he’s no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesn’t stick.

Saraí laughs. “I turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!”

You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.

“And that’s when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!” Saraí wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.

Seojun smiles at Saraí, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. “It’ll be you two before you know it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. “We’ve only been together for a bit.”

“Four months?” Seojun asks.

“Five!” You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.

You clear your throat. “Almost six.”

“Nowhere near you guys time together,” Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.

Saraí waves her hand. “You’ll hear wedding bells before you know it.”

“Yeah,” Seojun chuckles. “Ours.”

The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.

How far would you take this?

Dinner passes without incident. Aera and Saraí are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with Saraí’s mom before the evening ends.

You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.

Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.

“How’s it going?” Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkook’s phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.

“Yeah,” Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. “Jimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook hisses.

“The first one?” Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Babe, I would have done better.”

“I’m the one who needed to date someone!” Jungkook hisses louder.

Seokjin shrugs. “I said what I said.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.

“His parents thought we weren’t all over each other like Saraí and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,” you state, your lip caught between your teeth.

“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. “If they see through it, your grandmother won’t fall for it, Kook.”

“Don’t give up now,” Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. “We’ve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kook’s new place.”

“Give me that,” Jungkook rips the paper from Jimin’s hands and crumples it.

“I have copies,” Jimin smirks.

“Look,” Taehyung speaks up. “We’ve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.”

Namjoon nods. “Tae’s right. We all did what we said we’d do, even Hobi. He’ll be in town before the new year, and we can’t tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Let’s see it out.”

“I’m in,” Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.

“Same,” Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.

Joon and Tae look at the two of you.

Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.

“Alright, we’re in,” Jungkook states ruefully.

“Don’t worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. It’ll be a piece of cake!” Jimin grins.

It was not a piece of cake.

And if it was, it was a shit cake.

Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.

“Mother,” Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Jungkook’s grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.

Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.

“First, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldn’t stop barking!” Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.

“Oh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones aren’t what they used to be,” she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.

“Mother,” Dae said as he sat beside her. “Why didn’t you call?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to be a bother!” She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.

“You’re never a bother, Mom,” Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.

“Good,” Grandmother Jeon states firmly. “Because Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.”

Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. “What?”

Dae sends a glare at his son. “Of course, you can stay with us. What happened?”

“Dang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,” Grandmother Jeon huffed. “Dang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!”

Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.

“Oh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?” Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.

“Always! We're so glad you’re staying with us,” Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.

“Ooh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,” Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.

“And who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?”

Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.

“Grandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.

“I’m Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,” she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.

“You’re beautiful,” Minji grins widely.

“Thank you,” you smile shyly.

“And you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. They’ll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,” Minji shakes her head.

“Mom!”

“Grandmother!”

“What?” Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. “Am I lying?”

“No,” Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.

“Thought so,” Minji laughs. “Don’t worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!”

“But-!”

“Jeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!” Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.

“Mother,” Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions.”

Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. “You stick to driving while I’m here, sweetie. I don’t think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.”

“I promise,” Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.

“Good boy,” she states before releasing him. “Now who’s gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?”

“Mother, you’re only-” Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.

“Get my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,” Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. “She’s your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.”

“Mother,” Dae sighs heavily, but he knows it’s a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.

“Jungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,” Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.

“She’s not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?” You ask Jungkook’s mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.

Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. “Expect the unexpected.”

Jungkook knows you’re trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.

Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.

Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you can’t help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.

Seojun sits across from you with Saraí on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.

You’re sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on Saraí’s finger.

“So, sweetheart,” Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. “How did you meet our Kookie?”

“Mother,” Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.

“I’m merely curious,” Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. There’s not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.

“We met through Jimin,” Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.

“We met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,” you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.

“So, who broke first?” Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his “aunt” as she chews on her steak.

“Jungkook,” you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. “We went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and we’ve been dating ever since.”

“We went to the beach for our first date,” Jungkook adds. “Shared a milkshake on the boardwalk.”

“My Kookie finally found someone!” Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.

“Do you have pictures?” Aera questions as she rises from the table.

Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, “You’ve got this.”

“Let’s head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,” Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.

Saraí goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.

“I don’t know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,” Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.

“Ah, there’s my boy,” Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.

“He looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,” Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.

Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.

“I hope we didn’t miss anything,” Saraí sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.

Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.

“I hope we did,” Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.

“I saw a few photos on Instagram this week,” Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. “You both look cute.”

Saraí helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.

“The two of you are adorable,” Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.

For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that it’s real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like Saraí does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.

Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.

“Oh, dear,” Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. “We gave Grandmother Jeon Seojun’s old room.”

You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“You don’t mind sharing Jungkook’s old room, do you?” Aera asked as she and Saraí cleared up the drinks and cookies. “It’ll be just like at home.”

“Um… yeah,” you cough as you look at your feet. “Just like home.”

“Perfect,” Dae says as he helps clean up. “Why don’t the two of you unpack in Jungkook’s room, and we’ll see you in the morning?”

“Sure, Dad,” Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.

On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.

Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.

You’re careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. You’ve been following Hoseok’s strict clothing schedule and you’ve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. “I never thought this would happen.”

“What do we do?”

“I’ll sleep upstairs in the game room,” Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.

“Your parents will know something’s up,” you hissed in response.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, then,” Jungkook shrugs. “Problem solved.”

“But it’s your room. Your bed.”

“And I got you into this mess,” Jungkook frowns. “It’s only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.”

You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again.

Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.

He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor.

The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.

“Well, this is awkward,” Jungkook chuckles.

You throw a stuffed animal at him.

“Jungkook!”

“What? You were thinking about it!”

“You didn’t have to say it,” you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didn’t care too much about your sleeping clothes.

“Goodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,” Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.

“Goodnight,” you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.

Wednesday greeted you with Luna’s obnoxious barking.

You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.

“Koo,” you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.

“I hear it too,” he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but it’s useless.

Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.

With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasn’t any time for any practice.

Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you don’t have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You can’t let Jungkook see you like this!

“Close your eyes!” You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.

Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why?!”

“Just do it! Don’t look at me!” You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.

Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkook’s mother stands there with wide eyes.

“Um, breakfast will be ready in a bit,” she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time she’ll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.

“Great,” Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.

What a great way to start his morning.

Jungkook’s parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky… or did she say she was gonna get lucky?

“Luna Patrice Jeon,” you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkook’s beefy arms.

The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook had managed to put Luna’s booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.

His dog-aunt.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.

Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.

“There we go, Luna. That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.

“God, he’s a dog whisperer,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.

“I can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.

“Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!”

“Better keep her close, JK!” Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.

Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseok’s dog that he may have snatched for this outing.

“Who knew we’d end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,” Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.

“Almost seems like we’re growing up,” Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.

“Who do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?” Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.

“Jungkook,” the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.

“Pfft, why me? I’m the baby,” Jungkook protests.

“Aren’t you the one with the breeding kink?” Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.

Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomato’s as he feels his ears burn just as bright.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“Whoops!” Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin.

Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.

You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.

“Sucks for you!” You call over your shoulder. “I’m on the pill!”

Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.

Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.

“You’re an evil little man,” Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.

Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.

Seojun and Saraí have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they weren’t as necessary now as they thought they would be.

Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasn’t anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasn’t a whole lot to worry about.

Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He can’t seem to get rid of the soreness he’s gotten from sleeping on the floor.

You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.

“Sleep with me tonight,” you said as you held Jungkook’s hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.

“W-what?” He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.

“Sleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. You’re obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.” You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.

“It’s only for a few more days,” you shrug. “Grandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?”

Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.

He nods. “If you’re sure.”

“Definitely,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.

You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.

Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.

His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.

“Tonight,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.

“Tonight,” you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.

“You’ll pay for that, baby,” he groans when you do it again.

“I can’t wait, Koo.”

Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.

You’re nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, it’s a nice feeling.

By the time you’re climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.

He’s made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.

A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but he’s already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.

You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almost

immediately as he sets the towel down.

“Mind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,” he explains as he tongues his ring.

“That’s fine,” you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldn’t give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if he’d ever get them pierced.

“Need anything while I’m up, babe?” Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.

You’re nearly salivating by the time he’s finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.

“Hmm?” You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.

“You’re adorable,” he whispers as he pecks your nose.

You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.

“I’m glad I’m here too, Kook. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.

“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids.

“Jungkook,” you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. You’d love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, you’ll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.

Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.

You nod.

“I need words, baby,” he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. “I need to hear it.”

“Please,” you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. “I want it. Want you.”

Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.

Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.

“Please,” you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

“No panties, darling?” He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.

“Didn’t think I needed them,” you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. He’s teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.

Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “You were right.”

Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.

“Keep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?” He raises a brow, and you nod.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.

“Can I take these off?” Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.

When he doesn’t make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snail’s pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.

You don’t get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if he’s in love with you.

The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.

“You’ve soaked my sweatpants,” he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like it’s burning, but from lust or embarrassment, you’re not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.

“S-sorry,” you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest.

Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.

“Can you take them off?” You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.

Fuck, he’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. You’re the first girl he’s had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after you’re back home.

Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.

Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.

“Do as you wish, my love,” Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.

Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until it’s cupping his erection.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.

Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.

“Wish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. I’d make you scream even louder,” he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as he kisses you deeply. It’s hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.

“Koo!” You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until they’re soaked beyond his wrist.

Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until he’s well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.

“Shit!” He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.

You’re warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.

He doesn’t like the way they cling to him and he’ll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.

Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.

“I really do like you, ya know,” he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.

You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. “I really like you too.”

Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you he’ll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.

Once you’re both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.

Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.

Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and Saraí.

Though you and Jungkook haven’t done more than fool around that one night, you’ve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.

Seojun, Saraí, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.

“Where are Joon and Seokjin?” You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.

“They went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseok’s parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,” Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn.

“Sounds serious,” Yoongi comments with a sly grin.

“My parents keep asking when I’ll bring someone home,” Jimin sighs. “Are you free next Christmas?”

Jungkook scoffs. “As if.”

“Not you.” Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.

Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.

“I don’t think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,” you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.

Jimin shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.

“Wanna go again?” Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.

“I’m good,” you laugh. “Once was enough.”

The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Despite admitting to liking each other, you haven’t talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo you’re in where you’re not not together but also not truly faking either.

At one point or another, you’ll have to have that conversation, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.

Oh, no.

He’s heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction.

Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, “Come get your Christmas gift, Park!”

Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when she’s ready for bed.

Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.

Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.

“Goodnight, honey,” Minji kisses Jungkook’s cheek and then yours.

You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and you’re grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, you’re still a little scared of the dark.

“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.

You face him, your fingers laced with his.

“I’m just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. It’s been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.” you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.

“I’m glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.” Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.

Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.

“Kiss me,” you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. They’re soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.

Instead, you whisper, “Kiss me again.”

Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.

His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. “Eager?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.

Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon you’re left topless and horny on top of him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.

As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.

However, he won’t pass up the chance to have you. You’ve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.

If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only he’d make you his from the get-go. But that’s a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.

“Jungkook,” his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.

His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.

Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.

Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he’s quick to remove it.

With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until he’s kissing your palm and moving upwards.

Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows you’ll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, more…

Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.

Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.

Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.

Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.

You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.

Jungkook’s had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.

“Kook,” you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. “Fuck me.”

You’re tired of waiting. You’ve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. You’ve dreamed of this time and time again and it’s about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.

You’ll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.

“Please,” you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. You’re quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.

You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until you’re getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.

He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.

“Don’t be scared,” you giggle. “I won’t break.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before he’s guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.

“Just like that. Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.

He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. You’re breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.

Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.

It’s not too long before you’re back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.

“So needy,” Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.

“Please,” you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that he’ll just slide right in. “Fuck.”

Jungkook bites his lip. He’s never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.

“Don’t make me find someone else,” you huff.

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

“They can’t fuck you as good as I will,” he laughs cockily.

You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkook’s lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.

The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop,” Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, please don’t stop. Koo,” you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.

Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.

Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.

“So tight,” Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.

You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.

Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.

The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like you’re about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.

Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“Can you go for one more?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, wanting more of him.

Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his.

“Let me get you on your hands and knees, darling,” Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.

Jungkook chuckles. “Easy, doll. You’ll have my ego growing bigger.”

You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.

Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.

Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldn’t lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.

“Kook,” you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.

Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.

His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.

You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. You’re soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. You’re the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts he’d only shared with Yoongi.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.

“Just like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.

Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before he’s slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.

“Fuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.

The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook can’t be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.

“Want to fuck you full of my cum, baby,” Jungkook can’t help himself as he thrusts in deeper. He’s so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.

“Please, do it,” you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.

“Baby!”

“Jungkook!”

“Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.” Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.

“Come on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.

Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. He’s tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.

But you’re spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.

Jungkook kisses you gently. “Gotta clean you up, babe.”

You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.

Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time you’re back, he’s in a pair of boxers.

“Get in bed, babe,” he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.

You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you don’t care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.

“Sleep well, darling.”

Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkook’s childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.

It’s not until after dinner that you’re all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.

“Come here, dear,” Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.

Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.

One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.

You’re confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.

“The two of you are so good together,” Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I had this same talk with Saraí and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.”

Minji places a hand on yours. “I first met Jungkook’s grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldn’t stand each other one bit!”

Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.

“We were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said he’d be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!” Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkook’s grandfather as Santa.

“I arm wrestled him for it!” Minji exclaims proudly. “In front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.”

You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.

“I thought he’d be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed that’s when he knew I was the one for him,” Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.

Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like he’s about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.

“That man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldn’t get through together.” Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.

“Anyway,” she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.

“I wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you haven’t been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.” Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkook’s. “Be good to each other.”

You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.

You can’t do this.

Not anymore.

The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all you’ve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.

You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.

“We lied,” you state, wringing your hands in front of you.

Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.

“We aren’t a couple,” Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. “We lied to you all.”

Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.

Minji shakes her head.

“I lied,” Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. “She had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. I’m so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.”

Seojun stares with furrowed brows as Saraí places her hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t fathom why his little brother would lie.

“I thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.” Jungkook hangs his head in shame. “The lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I agreed to help. You’ve all been so welcoming, and I didn’t have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. We’re both so sorry.”

Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.

“I know all about your little scheme,” Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. “Jimin’s grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. I’ve known since I arrived, honey.”

“Jungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!” Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.

“I just felt pressured,” Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. “I hadn’t dated in a while, and I know you’d like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.”

“Son,” Dae approaches him, hugging him. “We know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and Saraí do.”

“Your father’s right,” Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. “Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.”

“I’m fine, mom. I’ve got friends, and now I have her.” Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.

Aera hugs you. “I’m so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. You’ve made our son and family so happy with your presence. It’s been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy you’ve made our Kookie.”

You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.

“That’s yours to do as you please,” she states as she hands you your envelope.

You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort you’ve wanted to go to. They’re dated for Spring Break.

“I’ve got a place down there that you’re welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jimin’s grandmother and I will be busy partying.”

“Mother!” Dae exclaims in shock.

“What? I’m old enough to drink! I’ve been old enough to drink.” she shakes her head with a laugh.

“I can’t accept this.” you try to return it, but Minji won’t take it.

“No takebacks!” She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.

“Should we go see the Christmas lights?” Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps Saraí.

The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.

“How’d it go?” Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.

“Yeah,” Seokjin grins. “Did you get the apartment?”

“Did the plan work?” Taehyung questions.

“Yes,” you say with a wry smile.

“And no.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Huh?” Yoongi furrows his brows.

“Jimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!” Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.

Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.

“Yeah, Min!” You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.

“I thought she’d forget!” Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.

“Oh no,” you giggle. “Jimin’s grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.”

“And she knew the moment she stepped into the house,” Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.

“Whoops!” Jimin laughs.

“So much for ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma, huh?” Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.

“Shut up!” Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.

Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.

Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.

Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.

You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.

Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.

You’re pressed to his chest, peeking to see if you’ve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.

The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. You’re wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.

Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.

“You know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” Jungkook whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper as you hold his gaze.

“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” Jungkook smiles softly.

“And what’s that?” You ask as you bite your bottom lip.

“If you were mine,” Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. “For real this time.”

“I think I can make that happen,” you tease with a coquette smile. “But only with a kiss.”

Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. “As you wish, baby.”

Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.

There’s nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.

Jungkook can’t help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyes—a home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.

There’s nothing more he could ever want.

When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, “What?”

Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.”

“Oh, will I be back?” You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.

“Definitely.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.

“Come on, lovebirds,” Namjoon huffs. “Momma Jeon’s got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.”

You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeon’s porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.

Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, “Merry Christmas.” before he kisses you.

<< part one

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For Lovers Who Hesitate

⤍ Pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

⤍ Genre | computer science major!jk, animation major!reader, fake dating/relationship, jk and reader are similar in age (barely mentioned), both go to a made up, prestigious university in south korea for the sake of my sanity, jk is frustrating and has terrible morals in this fic, golden retriever personality!jk, technically) fuckboy!jk, hopeless romantic!reader, female reader with she/her pronouns (reader can be any sexual orientation, up to you :))

⤍ Summary | All you wanted for your love life was a secure, loving relationship with your soulmate. Unfortunately, your fat, dumb crush on Jeon Jungkook doesn’t help you at all. Jungkook isn’t into relationships, only leading girls on when he needs a good night. You knew that about him, it wasn’t something he tried to hide (he never talked about himself, but never once denied rumors). Despite knowing this, you confessed your feelings for him.

↳ Warnings | mature themes (mainly cursing and smut)

↳ Word count | 2,065... something, I started editing last minute

↳ A/N: Ughghghhghh I hate how I portrayed Jungkook in this story, bro makes me so frustrated and I’m the one that wrote him LOL.

You can check out more of my works on my AO3 and instagram! lovelyjin22

Butterflies.

It was the only word you could use to explain what you were feeling right now. You were never the patient type when it came to crushes, always eager to meet “the one”. Confessing to your crushes was always terrifying as the first, yet somehow you always ended up in this kind of situation.

In high school (especially senior year), you confessed to most of your crushes. Unfortunately, most would reject you. It was always the same reason, that you didn’t know each other very well. It was a good reason, to be fair, you did barely know your crushes before jumping the gun. But isn’t that the point of dating? To get to know each other? Your confessing spree got worse in senior year, with a total of eleven crushes and eight confessions. Most of them you (probably) gaslighted yourself into liking because you were bored. But nothing really stopped you, none of them would remember you when you went to college. You promised yourself that you would stop confessing to dumb crushes once you had a clean slate in college.

Unfortunately, Jeon Jungkook had fallen right into your heart. Something about him was so different from the other crushes. Your silly high school ones would only last a month or so if they were lucky. Yet here you were, crushing on Jungkook for a whole seven months (it may not seem like a long time for others, but to you, this was almost insanity). Broad shoulders, muscular build, the cutest smile, a laugh that was pure magic, attractive piercings and tattoos, you could go on about him for years. The guy who was able to befriend anyone lived in your head rent free for seven months. There was never a time when you weren’t thinking about him (and usually thinking of cute, couple-y scenarios… you never imagined past that to something more mature, you felt too guilty).

Surprisingly, you hadn’t confessed to him for those seven months, you really wanted it to work out with him so you managed to find some patience.

Immediately attracted to him, you had asked for his Instagram so you could talk to him. Of course, he was confused but nevertheless gave you his information. Jungkook never said no to a new friend. The two of you became good friends, hanging out with each other in person often and texting everyday. It was like you two were already dating… in fact people usually assume the two of you are dating (unless they know Jungkook, everyone knows he doesn’t date).

You knew he brought girls back to his place often, it hurt you but you had no right to be jealous. You also knew it was better to be his close friend than just being a one night stand. Jungkook usually forgot his one night stands as well, which gave girls the opportunity to become his friend right after without Jungkook realizing. You found it kind of ridiculous.

But back to the butterflies.

Jungkook was driving you back to your place. The two of you had just gone out for dinner and you had to (unfortunately) finish up homework for tomorrow’s class. There was usually never silence in your conversations, always finding new things to talk about even after seven months. You tried to bring it up casually this entire night, knowing that confessions have a higher chance of working if you’re casual about it.

“Hey, these past couple of months have been cool and I think we click really well. No pressure or anything, but I just wanted to throw it out there that I like you.”

You pat yourself on the back, your confession was smooth and the ball was in his court. Jungkook, who had his eyes on the road this entire time, finally looks over to you before facing the road again. You were already looking at him, making sure to catch his glance for eye contact. When his eyes went back to the road, you took this opportunity to (maybe definitely) check out his one-handed driving you found so attractive.

“Oh wow.”

Jungkook starts, some would assume Jungkook’s mind went a little blank, but you knew he had his rejection ready. He had rejected plenty of people in the past, basically muscle memory at this point. You start praying to every god possible that his response would be more than just that. You were sweating, would it be too obvious to roll the windows down?

“I think you’re super cool and I think we click really well too.”

Your heart starts to beat faster and you can feel your face reddening. Would this be your first success? You had calculated everything down to the last confession and you can already feel it paying off. Perhaps all those dating and crush advice articles actually work! Unfortunately, you got your hopes up too soon.

“But you already know I don’t do dating. I’m just looking for quality time with friends. I’m not really ready to invest more of my time into one person only to meet disappointment.”

You smile and hum to let him know it’s all good, no hard feelings. Your hands were definitely sweating and your fingers were definitely fiddling. His rejection was surprisingly mature and something you weren’t expecting. Of course, you were hurt, but you could understand where he was coming from.

Nodding, you laugh it off, “Ah don’t worry, I totally get that! Dating is a lot of commitment and I hope we’re able to stay good friends after this.”

He doesn’t look over for the rest of the way back to your house, “Of course we’ll stay friends, (Y/n).” You wish you could say you knew him enough to read his voice and expressions, but even after seven months you couldn’t tell what this guy was thinking. Would he really pretend like you hadn’t said anything? Knowing Jungkook and how he can do the same for other girls (who confessed to him and who fucked him), you could probably assume he would. You wish you could say you weren’t like the other girls in the long line of girls, boys, and every other person wanting to date him but you really weren’t. You wish Jungkook saw your guy’s friendship as the gem in the groups of stones or whatever the fuck the saying is, but you knew your friendship with him was only one of convenience for him. You could animate and he needed someone to animate his stupid little game. Anyone in their right mind would’ve refused to, who would spend their precious free time animating characters that fit the male gaze… you, a girl with a big fat crush on Jeon Jungkook. Hell, you weren’t even being paid enough. And it’s not like you can leave now, he’ll think you're a loser or something, he’ll think you aren’t “chill”, he’ll probably think you want to ruin a friendship over some feelings you had for him.

Jungkook isn’t like that, he’ll probably forget the next day. You were just an overthinking and a pessimist, the worst combination.

‘My Jinji’ begins to play out of his crisp, rich boy car speakers. Fuck this guy and his stupid, romantic playlist.

You tried to keep the conversation light after your confession. You didn’t want him to think his rejection would change you, it would make you seem like a bad person… right? You somehow roped him into a light (more like distracting from the previous conversation) topic of you wanting to paint your apartment’s walls (due to the apartment being a rental, you’re not allowed to paint it, but you desperately needed a change in conversation so you’ll just ignore that information for now).

You pretended his rejection didn’t hurt, but you have never wanted to curl up in a corner and cease to exist more than now. It really fucking hurt.

“I’ll text you later?” you start, you were standing next to his car with the car door open. He bends over in his seat a little to (finally) make eye contact and grins, “You better! Now hurry and close the door, there’s a car behind me and I swear they’re gonna honk at me at any moment!” You only roll your eyes (dramatically) and shut his door. He motions you with his free hand briefly to head inside and you rush into your apartment building, clutching your tote bag with both hands tightly. Jungkook was always sweet like that, he made sure to watch you go inside before he left.. even if it did mean the car behind him was honking impatiently. He probably knew what he was doing to you and everyone else when he did these things. He probably knows that he can make everyone’s hearts flutter with the smallest gestures. He probably knows that he can get away with it all because he’s hot.

“The two of you became good friends, hanging out with each other in person often and texting everyday. It was like you two were already dating… in fact people usually assume the two of you are dating” you had forgotten to add a tiny detail to this. This is the same situation most people are in with Jungkook.

You let out one final sigh of defeat, finally done over analyzing what went wrong and regretting the fact that you forgot what Jungkook’s personality is like. You shouldn’t have confessed, everyone knows Jungkook doesn’t date. Letting go of your tote bag that you had on chokehold, you decide that you just need to move on, if Jungkook can milk this friendship… then you want to do the same.

Forgetting how gross your apartment building’s stairs are, you sit on the second step and sigh (again, dramatically). Making sure to bang your head against the metal rails a good number of times. Highschool rejections didn’t hurt as much as this one did, and Jungkook’s rejection was the only mature one. Maybe this is a sign that you like Jungkook a lot more than those gross high schoolers in your past.

You definitely felt your heart squeeze in pain, it was a feeling you hadn’t felt since your first innocent confession. You could feel heat coming to your face, especially your nose and eyes. You didn’t want to cry in front of Jungkook but he’s not here right now.

Facing your chatty roommates was the last thing you wanted to do. Your never ending headache was making its appearance again and two roommates who can’t take a hint are the last thing you needed (you loved your roommates, respectfully, but sometimes you wonder how they were accepted into a top college). You don’t know how long you were sitting on those grimy steps for, but by the time your headache settles, you hear your phone ding.

JUNGKOOK

“Hey actually, can we date?”

It takes you a minute to process the short but heavy text. Your headache was coming back, didn’t he just reject you… you check the time, forty minutes ago?

You want to throw this man out the window, but unfortunately your fat crush for him slaps you in the face.

(Y/N)

“???”

As much as you want to say yes and throw yourself all over him (unfortunately, just like all the other girls), his text was odd. He had an actual reason to reject you so why would he change his ideals so quickly?

JUNGKOOK

“can i explain larer?”

You sigh, this asshole doesn’t even care enough to edit his typos and yet he has the audacity to act interested in you romantically? Just because you have a big fat crush on him doesn’t mean you can’t have dignity and self-respect.

(Y/N)

“sure.”

Funny story, you give into anything Jungkook asks because he has you wrapped around his finger. Take back the previous statement about having dignity, you have no self respect when it comes to this guy. Your headache hurts a little too much (could possibly be from slamming your head into the metal rail) so you decide to go to your apartment and stop sitting on the gross stairs.

JUNGKOOK

“dude thx 🥵”

You purse your lips and stare at his stupid, unread message. You hated that you had no backbone when it came to him. You wanted to jump with joy that he… technically(?) accepted your confession. But god, right now you were extremely confused. Whatever bullshit Jungkook just pulled on you made you question your taste in men.

(Y/N)

“you better have a good explanation 😐”

Why do you do this to yourself?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #x reader #bts #fuckboy jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fake dating au

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iamjungkooked · 1 year

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Breaking Free (Part 1)

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↳Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

↳Genre: Romance, Angst, (maybe some smut)

↳Word count: 14.6k

↳Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcoholism, dysfunctional family dynamics

↳Rating: 14+

↳AU: fake dating!

↳Summary: For y/n, rescue comes in the form of Jeon Jungkook, a man who finally gives her the courage and support she needs to break free--from everyone and everything she has ever known. Intirgued by the promise of the unknown , she plunges in head first. Little does she realize that being with him will make her question everything she has known about herself. As delectable as the prospect of freedom is, what will she do when everything changes?

A/N: Hello. I know I know. Its been like a year. But I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1

“Oh, my darling sweet daughter” my mother rushes down the stairs to wrap me in a hug. She’s lightning quick so I can’t dodge her. I look over at George, our butler who nods at me to go with it. She’s in her nightgown, her hair still just as fresh-looking as last night. She even smells incredible for someone who has “just woken up”.

I suffocate between her arms, barely able to breathe. I try to push her away but she’s much stronger than I am. “Mum, I can’t breathe” I manage to choke the words. She pulls away. I see that her eyes are a little glossy, yet she hasn’t shed a single tear. Sometimes I can’t understand if she doesn’t know how to express her emotions or that she doesn’t have any.

“Sorry” she says to me, in that sweet voice of hers. “Anyway, are you all packed up?”

“Yeah. Nancy helped me” I look over my mother’s shoulder at the middle-aged lady, who is actually crying. Nancy was my nanny when I was younger. But then my parents decided that they would need her services indefinitely. She raised me. My parents never had time for me.

We don’t even have any pictures together. There is only one picture of me with them, the day I was born.

So it is super safe to say that my parents and I don’t have the best relationship. I barely know who my father is. He’s never around. He only comes home to sleep. I do not know what he does the rest of the day. I suppose he’s busy making money. That is all he seems to care about. Last night when he came home, he did not even know I was going to college.

“Oh” was all he said in response. That was the end of our conversation.

My relationship with my mother isn’t any better. She’s a hard one to describe. Sometimes she does care about me, that is when she isn’t busy showing off to the ladies in her kitty party, or trying to one-up one of the other rich wives in her friend circle, or going on vacations to pass her time.

I say goodbye to both Nancy and George, giving them each hug-- longer than my mother. They are more my family than she has ever been.

I turn to my mother. “Okay mum. I will see you when I see you”

“What do you mean, dear?” she says. “You’re coming home for the holidays aren’t you?”

“I uh..” I have to pause because I don’t really know if I want to. “I am not sure if I will”

“Your father will not like it.” she says sternly.

A scoff crosses my lips. I hate how she has the audacity to tell me this. “He didn’t even know I was leaving for college” I remind her because she seems to have forgotten the nightmarish exchange between us last night.

“This is no way to talk to your mother!”

I take a few deep breaths before I respond. “Look mom, I am not promising anything. I will see if I can make it” It’s not like you will care if I miss thanksgiving or Christmas. You probably won’t even be here.

I grab my suitcases and head for the exit before my mother can get another word in. I place my bags in the car. Nancy and George follow. I hug them one last time and get into the car. I feel a small pang. I wasn’t expecting my mother to come, but somehow I thought at least on this occasion she would come to say a proper goodbye.

But she didn’t.

I wasn’t even sad. I was just numb.

Chapter 2

Living away from my parents turns out to be the exact thing I needed. No more toxicity, no more fighting. No more having to pretend and please my parents. I don’t even know why I tried so hard. I don’t want the college fund or the trust fund. I don’t want anything from my parents. But somehow I wound up trying my whole life to impress them, to get their attention.

I thought that if I acted the way they wanted me to they would give me a little bit of attention. I would have been happy had they attended my birthday-- just that one day out of the whole year I would have been content. But nothing I did seemed to work. I worked my ass off to get good grades. I got into an ivy league college as my father wanted. Never even had a sip of alcohol, or partied, or tried drugs.

I was the good girl. I did everything they wanted me to. I even befriended the people they wanted me to so that my father could gain favour with some of the political families. They decided what courses I would take, what extracurriculars I would enrol in for prep school. Every single decision of my life was taken by the people who never even spent a good minute of their time on me.

I have lived my whole life in that mansion. So living on my own it feels weird.

When I come back to the dorm but roommate isn’t there and she leaves a note on the door that we are almost out of food. She asks me to bring Instant noodles, sushi and strawberry milk.

“What a weird combination” I mutter under my breath. I turn right back around.

It’s a relief that there is a convenience store just a block down. It’s not much of a walk but I welcome it the moment I step out. The sky is cloudy overhead. A soft wind blows through the trees that surround the campus. The cemented pavement leading down the steps of the dormitory is wet, but I doubt it will rain. For a moment I wonder if I should run back to get the umbrella but when I turn around and see the flight of stairs I find the perfect excuse not to.

The hoodie I am wearing is cozy enough, but I still feel the chill against my skin. The campus is quiet at this time of night. With only thoughts to occupy me, I begin to wonder about Nancy and George. I haven’t spoken to them since I got here, which is six weeks too long. I pull my phone out.

Hi Nancy. I am sorry I haven’t checked in for so long. How are you and George doing?”

I pocket my phone after sending the text. But not a second later my phone is ringing.

“Hi Nancy” I smile into the phone.

“Oh y/n, it’s been so long” she sounds ecstatic. “Have you been eating and sleeping well?”

“I am. Don’t worry about that” I feel slightly guilty because I haven’t been. But I don’t want her to worry.

“Oh that’s good” she says. “Your parents are doing fine too”

“Oh yeah” I suddenly feel out of energy even just thinking about them. I don’t feel particularly guilt.

“Nancy!” I hear my mom’s voice in the background.

“Anyway, I just wanted to check in with you. I know my mom will get angry if she sees you on the phone with me. So take care of yourself please. I’ll call you later” I hang up hurriedly because I don’t want Nancy in any trouble.

Arriving at the convenience store, I see only one other person in the store. Without paying him mind I go to the aisle and grab noodles, and a 6 pack of strawberry milk. I head to the fridge and grab a few trays of to-go sushi and then proceed to the counter to pay. Offering the cashier a smile I hand him my card.

He runs it for me and hands me a receipt once he’s done ringing the items. I take the bag from him and turn on my heels. “Shit” I mutter. I don’t even get to the door when it starts pouring.

The rain is coming down so fast I can’t see the other side of the road. I doubt I would be able to make it safely. I decide the best course of action is to just sit at the seats by the window inside the store.

The sound of the rain against the window calms me down. I feel drops of water on my hoodie and turn to find a random guy violently wiping himself off.

“Do you mind?” I say.

He looks at me expressionlessly. “Sorry” he says and then proceeds further into the store.

I pat my hoodie dry. It wasn’t much water but still, he should have been watching it. I ignore the small spark of frustration in my chest and face ahead, watching the rain fall down. My phone buzzes again. I turn it over and find Yoona, my roommate’s message.

From [Yoona]:

Did you go to the store? It’s raining and both our umbrella’s are in the stand. I can come to get you if that’s where you went.

To [Yoona]:

Yeah I am. Don’t worry. It’s raining heavily. I don’t think it's safe for either of us. I’ll just wait it out.

From [Yoona]:

You’re sure?

To [Yoona]:

Yes. I am sure. Don’t worry I’ll bring your food to you safely.

From [Yoona]:

🤪 Thank you. But please be safe.

To[Yoona]:

I will :)))

I put my phone away again.

“I am sorry about earlier”

I turn around to find the guy from before, holding out a coffee cup towards me.

“Sorry?” I don’t really understand what is happening.

“I sprayed you with water. I am sorry about that” he nods to the cup in his hand.

“Oh uh-- thanks” I take it from him and hesitantly place it on the table in front of me.

“You from around here?” he asks as he sits next to me.

“Yeah. I go to the university” I look at him.

He nods, sipping his coffee.

I notice the tattoo on his arm and an extension of a tattoo on the side of his neck. He’s wearing multiple rings on his fingers, he’s got a dangly earring in one ear. He’s wearing a white graphic tee, tucked into his black ripped jeans, and to finish it off he’s wearing black combat boots.

Devilish

“What about you?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not exactly the studying type”

“Kinda figured” I reply drawing the hot coffee cup towards myself.

He quirks a brow. He turns his torso towards me as if he’s interested. “Oh yeah? What kind of a guy am I? Indulge me” a lopsided smirk that has me almost fleeing makes an appearance. This was the only thing missing from his “bad boy” repertoire.

“I don’t know. You’ve got the whole grunge look going. Art major maybe?” I shrug.

He looks at me for a few seconds like he’s trying to decide something. I can’t tell what he’s thinking but with dangerous looks like that, it can’t be anything good.

“What are you thinking?” I feel a little daring. Under different circumstances, I would be running the other way. But there is something about freedom from my parents' influence that is making me feel in control.

“I am thinking what’s a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?” he narrows his eyes at me.

I laugh. “At a convenience store?”

“Isn’t it a little late for you? I bet you have a curfew”

I can’t help but snort. “Excuse me, but you don’t know me”

He narrows his eyes at me after giving me a once-over. “Oh honey, I know your type”

I start to laugh. “This is…” I lick my lips as I take a good look at him. “Okay fine. What type of a girl am I? Indulge me”. Somehow I am liking the challenge he’s throwing me. I want to know what he thinks because it’s clear he’s got something on his mind.

I have no idea where this courage to flirt is coming from. But Yoona was right when she said flirting is fun. I can’t remember a single time in my life where I have flirted with a man. In fact, I wasn’t even allowed to have guy friends in school. But somehow this is exhilarating. Interest and attention can do wonders for a human, especially one like me who has been starved for affection and attention their whole life.

Men are no good. I married one. Trust me I know.

That’s what my mother used to tell me.

Looking at the man in front of me, I don’t think she was entirely wrong. I can see it so clearly in my head. So many broken hearts, so many tears wasted.

What a waste of mascara, as Yoona would say.

So many girls out there, wondering where they went wrong. When all they had to do was avoid him. But then again a handsome face like his is hard to ignore. He knows how to make girls feel special as if they are “the only one”.

He begins to smile. “I am Jungkook” he says.

“I am Nancy” I reply. There is no way I am telling him my actual name. “So tell me what kind of a girl am I?”

“Mmm” he pulls his lips between his teeth as he regards me. “A pretty one”

I stare at him. I am at a loss for words. “Okay. That was bad”. But it was also a little bit funny. I can’t smile and give in though. That would make me look weak.

“You don’t like compliments?”

“Not when they come from guys like you”

“Guys like me?” he raises a brow at me.

“You know, the kind who don’t care about anyone or anything. The heartbreakers. Words don’t mean much to you. You say them but they’re empty promises. Empty words.You’re all the same. You only know how ruin a girl’s mascara, not her lipstick”

“You’ve had your heart broken then, Nancy?” he takes a sip of his coffee all the while eyeing me over the rim of the cup.

“Hmm” I move closer to him. “Wouldn’t you like to know Jungkook? You think I am going to give you my life story just because you look like you are the remedy to every girl's daddy issues?”

“Clearly not yours” he shrugs like he doesn’t care at all. “But give me something at least”

“And let you have power over me?” I smile. “Tsk Tsk. Not happening”

“So I do have power over you” he comments, almost like he’s won this little exchange.

“Maybe. Maybe not”

“You know I like mysteries?” he says.

“There is a difference between liking them and solving them” I bring the cup of coffee to my lips.

He nods. “I like you”

“In a good way, I hope”

“Wouldn’t you like to know” he echoes my words from earlier. I can’t help the smile it elicits as I lower my head.

I raise my head to look at him and put on my best poker face. “I don’t like mysteries''. I am not lying though. I hate uncertainty. I have grown up with it. Spending my Sunday’s at the dinner table waiting for my parents to come, backstage at my ballet performances wondering if they will come to support me, delaying my walk on the stage for graduation because I couldn’t see my parents in the crowd.

Turns out I really do have “daddy” and “mommy” issues. He would probably have a field day with me though. I am exactly the kind of girl who gets caught in his trap. He will say he knows how to fix my “daddy” issues, and I will believe his words because he’s giving me attention. But then he breaks my heart because it all becomes too boring for him. He’s been there and done that.

“Where have you been all my life?” he chuckles.

“Avoiding guys like you” I say.

“I can’t win, can I?” he asks.

“Does this usually work on other women?”

He nods. “Pretty much all the time”

“Time to step up your game then” I say. I look at the clock on the wall and then back outside where it has stopped raining. “Well, it was nice meeting you. Had it not been for you I would have been bored just waiting”

“I’ll give you a ride” he throws away the coffee cup.

“My mother told me not to accept rides from strangers” the practiced coy smile comes useful. Yoona’s teaching paid off. Let’s just say she worked hard on me. I’d probably be fumbling my words were it not for her.

“Well your mother is one wise woman isn’t she” he pauses. “Then I’ll walk you to wherever it is you are going”

“What if I had to take two buses to get here?”

“It either makes you really dumb or just really passionate for strawberry milk” he looks down at the bag in my hand, the faint outline of the milk bottle visible.

“I do love strawberry milk”

“Come on. Let’s go” he gets to the door first and opens it for me, not giving me much of a chance to run away or keep stalling.

If my mother saw this she’d definitely call me a slut. She’s blunt like that. Though, I do not think she would live long enough to see this. The fact that I am talking to him would be enough to send her to heaven. Jungkook was her living, breathing nightmare. Her and my father’s. But oh-- how I would just love to shove this new side of me in their faces.

We arrive in front of the dorms. “Thank you Jungkook”

“It’s not a problem,” he winks. “I hope you have a good night” he gives a two-fingered salute. “See ya again strawberry girl” he reaches for my hand, plants a kiss on the back.

And just like that, he saunters off into the dark.

Chapter 3

The semester has ended and I am back at my parent's for a while. I am not thrilled about it but when Yoona had to move back home for a family emergency I decided I didn’t want to stay at the dorms either. So here I am yet again, in this fancy mansion that looks like a dream but is filled with nothing but loneliness.

I fix my dress again for the nth time. I really don’t know why I have to wear a dress for a thanksgiving party. I have always hated these parties. They are superficial. Every word exchanged is laced with poison. There is something to be gained everywhere. Everyone wants one thing or another. Even youngsters my age come to these parties to find trophy husbands or wives for themselves. Every single one of them is full of themselves.

A group standing near me, some of whom I have known since prep school are talking about where they travelled to in the summer.

“Oh Amsterdam was amazing,” says one of the girls airly, flipping her hair.

I can’t help the scowl that overcomes my face. I can’t stand a single person at this party. They are all lonely shells of a human being, who care about no one but themselves. My parents included.

My mother is standing in the corner twirling around in her pretty red dress, going on and on about the designer she bought it from for $50,000. My father is standing with some of the politicians I recognize from the TV. God knows what they are talking about.

I walk towards my mother. It’s the only choice I have. Standing by myself is worse because I keep thinking about how much I hate these people. I stand quietly next to her, pretending to sip on the champagne in my hand when one of the trophy wives comments on my dress. “Oh that is a lovely dress dear”

“Thank you” I reply, offering a half-hearted smile.

“Oh come on sweetheart, tell her about your dress” my mother places her hand at the small of my back and presses hard. She usually does this as a signal. She used to do this when I was younger too and when we had guests over she would force me to play the piano, or the violin or show them the new moves I had learned in Ballet class. I reach back and pull her hand away.

“I think I am good.” I tell her and escape from there.

“Excuse me” I hear her say.

“Young lady, you stop there right now” my mother’s shrieking voice follows me. “That is no way to behave in front of guests” she spins me by the elbow.

I almost drop the champagne on my dress. “I told you mother, I have no interest in this party” i yank my elbow from her grip.

“ This is important for your father and you will behave” she is stern.

I scoff. “I am not a child anymore. I am perfectly capable of having my own opinions. And right now I think this place sucks. Everyone is so fucking pretentious, Jesus”

“Watch your language” she gives me a firm look. Had I been 7 years old, I would have cowered in fear. But I wasn’t and she needed to know that.

I am about to reply when someone catches my attention behind my mother. He looks very familiar, except this time he’s wearing a suit. A black suit that fits his curves and edges perfectly, as if the fabric itself was made for him. We lock eyes and he raises his champagne glass in acknowledgement. “Who is that?” I ask. I know who he is but how the hell is he at this party?

My mother turns around following my line of sight. “That is Jeon Jungkook. His family owns a massive chain of five star hotels” she turns back to me, blocking my view of him. “It’s best you stay away from him. He is a good-for-nothing- boy. Completely ruined his family’s legacy” she scowls, hatred and judgement evident in her eyes.

So he’s a rich kid too. And he doesn’t listen to his parents? He’s practically perfect.

I hand her my champagne glass “Excuse me mother. I will be back” I say as I make a beeline for him.

“Y/N, come back here right now” I hear her say, but I don’t care. There is one person at this party I like and I will be damned if I don’t talk to him. Besides, I would love to piss my mother off.

“Strawberry girl” he says as he reaches for my hand and places a gentle kiss at the back. “Fancy seeing you here”

“Jeon Jungkook” I nod in acknowledgement. “I can say the same for you. I did not think this was your scene”

“It’s not. But I am forced to be here. My father was adamant I attend and that I do not further ruin his reputation”

“Tsk Tsk. You’re a bad boy. What did you do?”

“Well my dear father” he looks over my shoulder and raises his glass and I see a middle-aged man giving him a stern, disapproving look. “That would be him” he says. “Anyway, he wanted me to join the family business. Take over in fact. But I didn’t want that”

“What did you want?” I ask, moving closer so we’re standing toe to toe. I know my mother is looking.

He doesn’t seem to mind it. In fact, he smiles at the increase in physical proximity. “I wanted my own business, which I have”

“Ooh self-made man. I like” I wiggle my brows at him. “What business?”

“I have my own music company”

“That’s amazing”

He sighs. “Not to my father it isn’t. He says I have let him down. He said he may have forgiven me had I chosen a higher profession. But like I told you I am not the studying type. Always hated that, but always loved music”

“I guess your whole look also adds to it” I gesture to his tattoos and piercings. He’s still wearing the dangly earring in one ear, and his tattooed fingers are adorned with rings.

“Why?” he leans in to whisper against my ear. “You don’t like it?”

I play with his tie, feeling the soft silk between my fingers. “I like them a lot. Tell me about them”

He pulls back, places his hand in mine and pulls me along.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Well if you want to see my tattoos, we need a private space” he winks.

“I know just the place” my steps quicken as I take the lead and pull him along.

I take him to the secluded basement. It’s supposed to be the entertainment room. There’s a pool table, a large theatre screen with pull-out couches for seats. There is a bar to the side, stashed with my father’s most cherished alcohol. Some of them are as old as sixty years. I have never touched them though. I am the “good girl” after all. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel like trying some. I look at Jungkook and I know he would enable it-- which may just be what I need.

“Wait, is this your place?” he asks as he takes in the large suite.

“You didn’t know?” I ask going around the pool table and sit on the edge of it while he circles back to me and stands right in front of me.

He shakes his head. “I had no idea. But good to know”

“Anyway, show me your tattoos”

Without a word he shrugs off his suit jacket, which I insist I hold because I’d rather something that expensive doesn’t get ruined. He hands it to me and folds his sleeves to reveal something that resembles a crossword puzzle. He moves closer, I reach for his arm and trace the letters. “I’d rather die than be cool” I read the words on his forearm. “What does it mean?”

“I’d rather die than try to fit in with the crowd. It’s from a song” I know he’s looking at me. But I dismiss the small flutters in my stomach.

“It fits you” I trace the line crossing over this tattoo. “Make hay while the sun shines” I look at him. He’s got this soft look in his eyes. “What?”.

He fixes my hair behind my ears, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t know. You just look beautiful” his hand lingers on my cheek.

Is he going to kiss me?

I slap his hand away. “This isn’t going to work on me” I wag my finger at him. “Show me this one” I traced the outline of a tattoo on his neck.

He begins to unbutton his shirt. “Stop me at any time” he smirks.

I don’t know what has gotten into me. “Actually you know what” I place my hand on top of his as he reaches for the last button. “Show me some other time”. I look away. The temptation,too much for me. Maybe he’s right.

I let go of his hand.

“As you wish” he smiles softly, beginning to button his shirt back up. “I meant it you know, this dress does look amazing on you”

“Oh?” I feel at a loss for words. He looks sincere enough but with someone like him, it can just as easily be a game. “Well, in any case, you’re kind of too perfect in some ways”

“I am not all that dreamy. I might be every girl’s wet dream-- not yours” he says when he sees me open my mouth to protest. “But I am not without flaws”

“Elaborate”

“I vape”

“Better than smoking

“I drink”

“Who doesn’t?”

“I fucked my way through college”

“Not winning any points there”

“I’m every father’s worst nightmare”

“You’re every girl’s wet dream”

“Okay, you win” he concedes. “Maybe I am not that bad”

“Yeah. Except for the’ fucking your way through college’ part”

“Oh that. I just said that to be cool” he shrugs. “I didn’t think you would take it seriously.”

“Fuckboi’s are not cool” I remind him.

“So if you don’t like fuckboi’s or guys like me, what do you like?” he walks to the bar, slipping in behind the counter and begins to inspect the liquor bottles. His back is turned to me. I follow his lead and stand on the opposite side of the bar.

“Well, I don’t know. But It’s definitely not you. I won’t make the mistake of falling for you”

He turns around, a bottle in hand and he opens it. He reaches for the glasses piled up high in the cabinet to the right and pours himself one. “You want one?” he asks.

I shake my head. It won’t do me any good to get drunk with him.

“How are you so sure?” he questions, sipping on his drink and then reaching for the bottle again. “Damn this is good whiskey” he turns it around in his hand taking note of it.

I can’t help but frown at him. “Well, it’s not you. Let’s just settle on that”

“So, someone extremely handsome?”

“You mean conventional aka boring”

“You mean Devilish?” he grins.

“Maybe”

“You can’t control how you feel. You might just end up falling in love with me” he eggs this whole thing on like he’s enjoying it. I am too. But he’s dangerous. He makes me want to throw caution to the wind.

“You can dream on lover boy”

He snorts. “No one has ever called me that. I am not sure if I should be turned on by that or if I should be turned on by that ”

“Run the other way. I can be kind of crazy”

“That’s my type though. I like crazy. Saint in the streets, a devil in the sheets? Now that is the best of both worlds” he folds his arms atop the counter and leans in towards me. “Something tells me you’re both” his gaze bounces to my lips.

“Am I?” I pull back.

Not because he’s overstepping, but because I am. I haven’t done this routine before. I don’t know what’s too little and what’s too much. I am just going with the feeling in my gut and hoping I can keep up.

“You know it”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re bad for me”

“Very”

“You are going to break my heart”

He pretends to think for a moment. “Most definitely”

“You’ll tell me you love me”

“Everyday”

“What a liar”

“I’d say, lover”

“You’re out of luck then. I don’t need a lover” I turn on my heels and begin to walk away. In two quick strides, he’s blocking my way.

“But you do need my number” he holds his hand out for my phone.

“You give me yours” I say with confidence and he hands me his phone.

I put my information in and give it back. He looks at the screen and then back at me. “I feel betrayed, strawberry girl”

“Why? You didn’t really think my name was Nancy did you?”

“I knew after talking to you that you couldn’t be a ‘Nancy’. Turns out I was right” he pockets his phone.

I turn around. “It’s getting late, lover boy” I start walking towards the door to the basement when he catches up with me.

“You’re going to break my heart one day, Nancy” he chuckles, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

Chapter 4

Jungkook and I began to text a lot. It mostly consisted of flirting and banter going back and forth with an occasional sincere compliment from him and a sincere bit from my life to him. It turns out he’s not as bad as people make him out to be. He wants to pave his own path and walk it, with or without his father’s help.

That is something I can appreciate. He’s a breath of fresh air in the staleness of entitlement I have become used to. He’s true to himself. If he doesn’t give a fuck he’ll say it. He’s unafraid. Maybe that’s what draws me to him. I don’t know how to not be afraid.

For instance right now as I am sitting across from yet another rich dude my mother set me up with, I don’t know how to not be afraid of getting up and just leaving without causing a scene. He’s been going on and on about something I really could not care less about.

“You know during my trip to Africa?” He clears his throat. “I realized something”

“What would that be?” I offer a tight lipped smile.

“We are so fortunate to live in a country as great as ours. You know, people in poor countries can’t even get clean drinking water. The whole time I was there I had to keep asking them to bring me those cheap Dasani water bottles” his face contorts with disgust and I throw up internally.

“Mmhmm” I nod along, barely able to contain my frustration.

“When we were flying back, you know in our private airplane” he pauses for effect as if expecting me to look impressed. “From up above you could see just how dirty the living conditions were.” he shudders. “But it was just so rewarding to help these people out, you know. If we don't, who else will?”

Entitled fucking prick.

He then continues to go on and on about how the middle class is leaching from the rich. I mean talk about absurdity.

“So you think people who actually pay their taxes are the problem?” I can’t help it. The venom in my voice just comes out automatically.

He dismisses it. “They are dropping the standard, you know?”

I roll my eyes. I can’t deal with this. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting for an out. I look around the speakeasy. It’s a very popular “dating” spot for all the rich kids in the city. They gather here everyday and drink away their first world problems or come looking for a trophy wife or a husband they can flaunt around. I have seen it. I know how it’s going to go for them. They’ll flirt a little. Get to know each other, date, get married and then maybe 5-10 years down the road they will be at each other’s throats. She’ll be fucking someone else and he’ll be doing the same. Just like that marriage over.

As I am looking around I catch Jungkook in the corner of the bar. He was already looking at me. He waves, moving his fingers in a scraggly fashion. How long has he been here?

“Excuse me” I say, hurriedly walking away. There is my out.

I push through bodies here and there as I make my way across the lounge. I take the empty seat next to him. “You couldn’t have helped? Given me a call so I could pretend that a friend has an emergency?” I say to him.

“First off, hello. Secondly, I think you were doing pretty well” he shrugs. “I didn’t think you needed help”

“Yeah. I was doing so well that I was desperate to get out of there”

“So who’s the chump?” Jungkook nods at rich kid.

“I don’t know his name” I look over across the room. Said chump looking around, I assume trying to find me.

“That’s my girl” Jungkook grins as if he’s proud of me. “What did you lovebirds talk about?”

“Oh, only about where we would go on our honeymoon” I say dreamily, placing a hand on my heart.

“Where did you decide?” He humors me and takes a sip of his drink. It smells like whiskey again.

“Africa. You know to help out the children and to show off to our other rich friends our giving spirit”

He snorts. “You will fit in perfectly, strawberry girl”

“Hardly. So what brings you here, lover boy?”

He raises a brow. “Her” he nods to a girl in the corner of the room, currently taking selfies of herself. She’s definitely an eye candy, even I can admit it.

“Wow, she seems like a bundle of joy”

“She is” he nods. “She’ll make the perfect housewife for me. But I doubt I can provide for her needs. Or anyone really”

“I think you’ll do better than 99.9% of chumps in here”

He looks at me, highly amused. “What makes you say that?”

I shrug.

“Oh come on, strawberry girl. You’re making my male ego curious”

“Tell your male ego to shove it then” I offer a mocking smile. “Although, thank god you’re here. I honestly heard angels singing when I saw you sitting here”

He laughs silently. “Should we get out of here then?”

Jungkook slides a couple of bills across the bar as we get up.

“Hey! Where did you go? I have been looking for you” the chump comes out of nowhere.

“What’s up champ?” Jungkook stands up and throws an arm around him. He’s wearing black ripped jeans and a black half-sleeve t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His arms are filled with ink and it draws me in.

I can’t help but draw a comparison between them as I observe. Jungkook looks infinitely better than the chump dressed in chinos and a white button up shirt.

The chump looks confused. “Who are you?”

“Let me tell you something” Jungkook whispers something in his ear. With wide eyes, he looks at me and then walks away as if he’s seen a ghost.

“What did you tell him?” I question.

“That you are pregnant with my baby and that your parents are going to disown you once we tell them today and that he’s better off finding another girl” Jungkook looks proud of himself, a beaming smile on his face.

I gawk at him. “You did what? Jungkook, you do know that this is going to spread like wildfire right?”

“Don’t worry” he throws an arm around my shoulder. “You can live with me once your parents kick you out. I’ll take care of you” he presses a kiss to the side of my head. “And our baby”

“Oh my god” I groan. “I am sure my mother will hear of this”

“That’s perfect then. Make a scene and leave your house” he looks down at me, a good-for nothing smile on his face. He talks about it so lightly it blows my mind.

“You’re serious?” I frown at him.

“Very” he looks me straight in the eyes. “Honestly, you need to leave that place”

It wouldn’t be bad to live with Jungkook. It would be nice for once to have someone who will be present for me. For a moment I actually consider it. My mind plays me a highlight reel of how the conversation between my parents and I would go down. I can imagine myself packing my bags and leaving my house to live with Jungkook.

“Okay. So if my mother asks, is it a boy or a girl?” I wiggle my brows at him. I won’t lie, playing pretend is king of fun. Especially with him.

“Girl. I have always wanted a girl” he looks serious for a brief second.

“You?” I scoff in disbelief. “Don’t you want another mini Jungkook?”

“Oh god no” he shakes his head. “I don’t want that disappointment”

“What are we going to name her?” I ask as we begin to walk, his hand wrapped around my waist.

He pulls out a vape. I don’t think it’s allowed but who is going to stop the rich kids from breaking the rules? We know how to use “daddy” as a threat. “Violet. I have always loved that name you know”

I smell strawberries as he puffs out the smoke. “If it’s a boy?” I play along.

“I am going to abandon you two. If he’s my son he’s going to disappoint me” he chuckles.

“You are crazy Jeon Jungkook”

He winks. “Now let’s go give your parents the good news” he smiles from ear to ear, dimples on full display.

Chapter 5

My imagination does come true because a few days after my so-called “date” my mother and I got into a fight. She stomped in my room after she heard from her friends over at brunch that I am pregnant. I imagine the shame she must have felt but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of happiness at seeing her so furious.

“I told you to stay away from that boy! look what he’s done” she yells so loud I flinch.

I assume she’s talking about Jungkook. “Mother! You don’t know him”

“I don’t have to. He’s a good-for-nothing, shameless boy who has already ruined his life. But now he has ruined yours too!”

So my mother actually thinks I am pregnant. I wonder if I should go along with the lie. But then how would we even manage? I know Jungkook wouldn’t mind it. He’s the one who started this mess.

“I am not pregnant! Jungkook just said that so your dear Joe would leave me alone!”

“What? Why would you lie?”

“Because I am sick of you trying to set me up with men I have no interest in” my voice rises too.

My mother looks furious and confused. “It’s for your own good!”

“Mom, he was so entitled! Showing off about how much money he has and how he pities the poor!”

“What’s so wrong with that?“ she doesn’t even seem to grasp how wrong she sounds. I would explain to her that she sounds like a royal b.i.t.c.h. However I doubt she would understand.

I shake my head. “Point is, I am not interested in dating any of these rich assholes”

“Watch your language, young lady” my mother looks at me sternly. 10 year old me would have cowered. But not me, not right now. “You stay away from that…” she almost looks disgusted. “from that boy. He might actually get you pregnant”

“What’s wrong with that? I would rather him than another entitled prick who lives on Daddy’s money. At least Jungkook is independent and knows what he wants in life. He treats me with respect unlike these other guys who over the years have objectified me, made me feel worthless and tried to take my dignity away from me”

“You do not talk like that. Do not do anything to jeopardize the respect your father has gained in our circle. If you do-”

“To hell with this! You have never cared about me. You were absent my whole life and you think you can continue to dictate what I do? Not anymore”

“So that’s what this is about? Is this why you are rebelling?”

“You can’t even acknowledge that you did wrong by me. All these guys you want me to meet. They know it too. That’s why they think they can ask anything of me and I will give it to them” I can feel the frustration bubbling in my throat. I know that I am going to cry.

“Know what?”

“That you and dad have been neglecting me my whole life. That I have never gotten attention. So, they think that I’ll do whatever to get any kind of attention”

“Y/n”

“Because that’s what girls with broken hearts do, mom” my voice quivers and that’s when I know I need to stop. “Leave” I look at her, taking a few steps to usher her out. She doesn’t say anything further and marches out of my room.

Immediately I look for my phone. I rummage through the covers and when I find it I call him.

“Hey, strawberry girl” Jungkook says.

“Hey” I sniffle. “So listen. You know how you said I could come to live with you if my parents kick me out?”

“Yes” he says.

“Is that offer still valid?”

“Are you crying?” he sounds concerned

“Mhmm” my voice shakes. “So can I?”

“Of course, you can. Do you want me to pick you up?”

I wipe the corner of my eye as another tear escapes. “God no. I’ll fill you in later. Thank you Jungkook. I really appreciate you”

“Anything for you, strawberry girl” I can hear his smile through the phone.

Jungkook is waiting for me when I arrive at his apartment. It’s like he was waiting by the door because it opens on the first knock.

I drop my bags and engulf him in a hug. He holds me tight. “How are you holding up?” he asks.

“I’ve been better” I mumble against his shoulder. He sways us side to side, making me giggle. “Thank you for doing this. It means a lot to me”

“I should say sorry to you” he gently strokes my back. “If I didn’t impulsively lie you’re pregnant to that chump, you wouldn’t be here”

“No” I sniffle. “This was going to happen one way or another. Twenty years of neglect and abandonment issues… this should have been obvious to everyone. I am just glad that I have you here” I pull back.

“Of course, my beloved strawberry girl. What kind of a baby daddy would I be If I abandoned my two beautiful girls?” his lips rose in that naughty grin. It seems like he’s really enjoying this whole thing.

“So we have decided it’s a girl?” I try to suppress my smile but I can’t when he looks so happy.

“Violet” he reminds me.

“Oh yes. Violet. Right.” I pause. “ Tell me something”

“Mhmm” he says.

“You’re really having fun with this whole pregnancy shebang aren’t you?”

“Is it obvious?” he looks shy the way he looks away momentarily. “I can’t help it. I love the idea of little Violet” he’s almost entirely giddy even just saying it because his smile grows wider, reaching his eyes.

Cute

“You’ll make a great father someday”

“Hmm. I hope So. Anyway, welcome to my humble abode” he pulls me along inside, leaving my bags by the door.

The first thing that catches my eye is that along the walls of the short hallway, there are pieces of vinyl cascading up. It looks very cool. He definitely loves his music. At the end of the hallway to the left is the living room. His interior is black and white— white walls and black furniture. To the right is the kitchen— granite black countertops and black cupboards. There is a large window in the living room and a couple of smaller ones in the kitchen.

There is a giant 90-inch television mounted to the wall to the left and a bookcase flanking each side.

I point to it. “Didn’t take you for a reader”

He shrugs. “I went through a phase where I collected books” he walks over and picks up one, stroking the spine. “I haven’t touched a single one in a long time.” he places it back.

On the shelves, placed here and there are pictures of him when he was younger. I move closer to take a look. There is one with him, probably 7 to 9 years old, holding a soccer ball. As I look further down there is one of him from graduation—another one of him from prom. There are a few of him and his parents too.

“It wasn’t always so tense between my dad and I” he picks up a really old photo of him and his dad on his birthday. Jungkook is on a pony and his dad is holding the reins. “We were actually close when I was younger”

I watch as he looks lovingly at the photo, a small smile on his lips as he thinks back. There is also regret in his eyes. ”Do you miss it?” I rest my head against his arm and gently stroke his back— a comforting gesture to ease whatever negative feelings must be surfacing for him.

“Of course. Sometimes” he shrugs, putting it away. “What about you?” he lays his arm across my shoulders.

“Ummm… I don’t have any great memories with my parents. Yeah. Not much to say there” I look away and clear my throat.

“I am sorry” he gives a tight squeeze. “You deserve every good thing”.

“Thank you. No one has ever said that to me”

“As your friend and baby daddy-

“Oh god” I roll my eyes.

“I will tell you this every single day” he lets go.

I look upwards. “Violet, I know you don’t exist. But one day when you do, you should know your father is a crazy man”

Jungkook laughs at this. “I am going to love that little girl. I’ll be a better father than my dad was to me” he says softly.

“I know.” I say gently.

She’s going to be a lucky girl.

Chapter 6

Jungkook and I settled into a routine. I give him a wake up call every morning for work because even with three different alarms on he never wakes up. We walk around each other as we get ready in the morning —bumping into each other in the bathroom as we brush our teeth. Then it’s a cutthroat competition for the shower as we push and shove each other out of the door. Sometimes he lets me win though when I put on my amazing puppy face. I make horrible breakfast where I burn the toast because we’re both late. He drops me off at university and then heads to work.

I usually come home late because of assignments and exams that I have to do long study sessions for. But he waits for me every single night. Without fail. Even after I tell him he doesn’t have to, he insists on doing so because he doesn’t want me to feel lonely anymore. Every single time I walk in through the door and he sees me he opens his arms out wide and I collapse into them. He holds me and then asks me how my day was and if I ate. The answer usually is no, so he always insists I eat before bed.

I was expecting him to do the same when I got home.

He was sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to the television. I kick my shoes off and as usual he holds his arms out for me. I throw my bag on the floor and crawl next to him, laying my head on his chest.

“You’re early today” he comments.

“I got tired. I don’t think my brain can take any more of krebs cycle today” I sigh, contentment flooding through me.

“Please tell me you ate something”

“You will be happy to know that I did eat today. Since I actually managed to get my shit done at a respectable hour, the cafeteria was still open. So I got myself food”

“That’s my girl”. he ruffles my hair.

I pull away from him so that I can look at him.

“What exciting piece of music did you make today?” I ask. His work really intrigues me because he’s a composer.

He sighs heavily. “Didn’t get much done today. Just went over some old songs and such”

I catch a whiff of his cologne. “You smell good” I didn’t realize it before because I was just so comfortable in his arms that I didn’t even pay attention. It’s odd because he never wears perfume or cologne when he goes to work. He even got his “going out clothes”on. He dresses casually for work and when he’s at home he’s in sweats and a hoodie. “Going somewhere?” I frown, figuring that he must have a work thing.

“Oh yeah. I have a date tonight” he looks at his watch.

I was not expecting him to say that. “Oh” is all I can say.

I feel something stir deep inside me when he looks at me. It’s an ancient feeling— familiar yet unknown. Something changed in me. It’s a sudden shift of perspective, momentarily. Then, he’s not just Jungkook anymore. He’s Jungkook.

When you take the word ‘just’ out of the equation, it elevates him to a level reserved only for: a) men who have the potential to make a woman’s heart flutter and b) men who do make a woman’s heart flutter.

Because the value of anything can be reduced to dust when you add ‘just’ in front of it.

My heart doesn’t flutter though. It wavers. Now, I don’t know where I stand. I am afraid the act of being uncertain is pushing me towards a place I don’t want to be. I want clarity. But when he says he’s going on a date and my heart sinks, I don’t think my brain and my heart are on the same page anymore.

This wavering— in a single moment— brings about a lot of emotions. Disappointment is at the forefront of it, but lingering deep down is a resentment towards him that I have never known. My heart says: how can he go on a date? Where my mind knows he’s free to do whatever he wants because we’re not in a relationship. We’re not anything.

We are just friends…

He’s just Jungkook. A man who has helped me more than my parents ever have. A man who has gone out of his way to make sure I don’t feel lonely.

I rummage through my mind to find the words that will help me find clarity and respond to him in a way a good friend would. But then I feel that sinking feeling in my stomach and I am forced to wonder if he is indeed just a good friend.

I don’t have time to ponder on this fleeting thought because he gets up. “How do I look?” he asks.

I stand up, forcing a smile on my face that will be good enough to fool him. “Handsome as always” I say as I fix his hair. It begins to feel too intimate when I realize we are standing in each other’s personal bubble. I step back slightly but not enough to cause him alarm.

“Alright then” he places his hands on the sides of my face and kisses my forehead— and I wish he hadn’t. “Don’t wait for me.” he says.

“Good luck” I say but I know I don’t mean it. I hope his date doesn’t go well. I wish she turns out to be some psycho-rich bitch, the kind he can’t stand. I wish she’s not as beautiful as my mind is making her up to be. I wish so many things that I forget I am meant to be supporting him. Because I am his friend.

He offers me his beautiful smile. My face falters once his back is towards me as he leaves. He’s at the door and I have this desperate wish he’ll change his mind. Then he turns around— a second of hope shines through— “oh and please sleep at a decent time” his dimpled smile makes an appearance.

He disappears, the door automatically locking behind him.

“Fuck” I cover my mouth in that devastating way when someone gives you bad news.

Chapter 7

Sometimes when Jungkook gets busy, he doesn’t eat. Rather he forgets to eat. It’s not high on his list of priorities.Lately, his work has been so busy he comes home late and collapses on the couch. His room has remained untouched for the past week, the covers on his bed laid out the way he had left them.

He did not eat dinner and in the morning he left without having breakfast. I worry that he’s going to pass out if he keeps doing this. So I do the next best thing.

I knock on his office door after his secretary lets me in. For some reason, she didn’t believe Jungkook knew me. But when I call him, and he got angry with her she apologized profusely before leading me to this office.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, walking towards me, arms wide open.

I walk straight into them. “I came to surprise you”. I pull away and hold a brown bag towards him. “You didn’t eat. Again”

“Oh” it’s like he just realized it. “I have a lot of work to do. We’re putting out a new music album so it’s been crazy around here” he takes the bag from me, opens it and takes a whiff. “You got me a chocolate croissant? How did you know?”

“What can I say? I am a good girlfriend”

He grins. “So you have promoted yourself from my baby mama to my girlfriend?”

“I hope you don’t mind” I chuckle.

“Come on. Have a seat” he escorts me further inside.

He sits on the edge of his desk while I take a seat in the very comfortable chair, spinning around a few times. I come to a halt. “Who is the artist?”

“Taehyung” he takes a big bite of the croissant. “Thank you for this by the way” he mumbles between bites, clearly hungry.

“Wait. Did you say Taehyung? As in Kim Taehyung?” I look at him wide-eyed, hardly able to believe it.

He nods. “You know him?”

“Of him. I like his music. Oh my god can I meet him? Please?” I look at him expectantly, folding my hands.

Jungkook responds with a blank look. He doesn’t say anything. It’s like he’s thinking something, almost like he’s judging me. I can’t discern the look in his eyes. The silence on his end drags on. I am tempted to smack him in the face because he’s being very irritating about this whole thing. It is so unlike him.

“No” he blinks and then takes another bite of the croissant.

“Why?” His response is so scandalous that I can’t help but scowl at him.

“Just no” he quips, hopping off the table and going to sit back in his chair like the CEO he is. He opens his laptop and begins typing away acting like I am not sitting in front of him. I continue to fume and stare at him. He continues to pretend he can’t see me. We sit in silence. It’s not awkward at all. It’s just heavy with something I can’t put a name to.

“Give me one good reason” I finally say.

“Because…” he looks at me over the screen of his laptop. “Because, just no” he shakes his head. “You can’t”

“What are you so afraid of?” I lean over the desk, trying to get a good look at him while he dodges my stares.

“Stop doing that” he looks exasperated. “I am not afraid of anything” he avoids looking at me, clearly lying. I can’t figure out why.

“Jungkook seriously” I lean back in my seat and fold my arms across my chest. “You really can’t lie to me”

“Look, when women meet Taehyung they tend to…” he pauses to think. “They tend to lose their shit. You’re my roommate, and he works for me. It would be weird” he shudders as if completely repulsed by the idea of me meeting Kim Taehyung.

“Of course J, what do you expect? He’s Kim Taehyung! You would have to have a penis in most cases to not lose your shit”

“So you’re telling me you’re going to be like that too?” he shuts his laptop as he stares at me, completely offended.

“You tell me. If you saw that actress you like- what’s her name…”

“Sanne Vloet? Also, she’s a model, not an actress” he corrects.

“Yeah. Her. If you had the opportunity to meet her wouldn't you act like a total mess?”

“It’s different. She’s not my roommate and me having sex with her won’t change anything” he shrugs.

The only thing I can do is gape at him. “Who said anything about having sex?!”

“You’re telling me if he puts moves on you, you won’t have sex with him?”

I have to think about it. He’s not entirely wrong. Kim Taehyung would be everyone’s dream guy. He’s just dreamy and hot. “I swear I won’t do anything to make things awkward. Besides, all this is hypothetical. What makes you think he’ll hit on me!?”

“Have you seen yourself? What guy wouldn’t hit on you?” he sighs, leaning against his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

“You”

“I did hit on you. But you shut me down, so I gave up” he reminds me.

“Wait…” I narrow my eyes on him. “Are you saying you think I am hot?”

His brows pull together with disbelief. “Dude, did I not make it obvious enough the first time we met?”

My heart wavers. Again. Just like it did that day.

“Okay fine—”

“Hey man, I was thinking we could change the lyrics a little. I brought the revised version”

I turn around to find Kim Taehyung sauntering into the room not even looking at anyone as he’s reading over the papers in his hands. I turn towards Jungkook, unable to hide my excitement. “Introduce me” I mouth.

He shakes his head.

Jungkook immediately gets up and jogs over, blocking my view of Taehyung on purpose. He looks over at whatever Taehyung brought him. I try to get a good look but Jungkook keeps sliding left and right to keep him from seeing me.

“Hi!” I get up and walk over, hand already extended. I push Jungkook aside with my hip “I am y/n”

Taehyung looks at me and I promise I could faint, were it not for Jungkook scowling at me.

“Taehyung” he shakes my hand. His skin is so soft and smooth as it makes contact with mine. “Pleasure to meet you” he flashes me that perfect smile of his and I could melt into a puddle of goo. “You know Jungkook?” he looks between both of us.

Jungkook puts his arm around me, staring straight at Taehyung. “Yeah. She’s my girlfriend” he gives my shoulder a squeeze. For a moment I am puzzled. My super-suppressed feelings surface back up and I try to push them back down. I have zero chance with Jungkook because he just thinks of me as a friend. While standing in front of me is Kim Taehyung, someone who I may actually have a chance with. If I date him I’ll still manage to piss off my parents just as much as if I were to “fake date” Jungkook. It works out either way.

“He’s joking.” I smile at Taehyung. “Long story”

Jungkook looks absolutely pissed as he separates himself from me.

“How do you guys know each other then?” Taehyung addresses me and I forget how to breathe.

“Um...Roommates” I say, tucking my hair behind my ears. I don’t really feel like explaining my situation, instead feeling this urgent need to compliment him. “I wanted to say I really like your voice.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you” Taehyung takes a bow, making me laugh.” “I really like your smile.” his lips upturn into a cheeky grin.

It elicits a laugh from me. I look at Jungkook from the periphery of my vision and notice he’s absolutely not impressed with whatever is happening and I immediately pull my lips into a straight line. He’s standing to the side, arms crossed, hostile look on his face as he looks between me and Taehyung.

Taehyung offers a lopsided smile. “I hope this isn’t too straightforward but would you like to have dinner with me?”

“I would-”

“Absolutely not!” Jungkook intervenes before I even have the chance to open my mouth. He steps in between Taehyung and I. “She’s my roommate and you can’t date my roommate. Sorry buddy, house rules” Jungkook pats Taehyung on the shoulder. He turns over his shoulder, grasps my wrist and begins to pull me away and towards the door. He yells across the room. “I’ll be back and we can talk about the lyrics”

“Wait” I try to wrest my arm from his grip but to no avail.

Once we’re outside his office Jungkook shuts the door. He stands in front of it as if he’s guarding the room. “I’ll see you at home” he holds my face in his hands and presses a kiss to my forehead. He hurriedly slips inside the room. I gape at the now empty spot where he stood.

I don’t even get a word in as he shuts the door on my face.

Chapter 8

“Babygirl, we need to talk” Jungkook comes into the apartment from his morning run. His shirt sticks to his skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. His hair is sweaty, pulled back in a bun and I swear to god I think I wet myself a little.

“About…?” I look at him perched on the couch.

“So apparently, my mother also found out about the whole pregnancy lie I made up and that you are living with me. So she is hell-bent on inviting us to dinner so we can introduce you” he raises his brows and lays down, placing his head on my lap. “Your parents are going to be there too, apparently”

“I am not going” I announce. “Hell no”

“I kind of already said yes” he looks up at me, utterly unaffected by whatever he just said. He doesn’t even look like he cares. “Besides, it’s the perfect opportunity to piss your parents off” he wiggles his brows, trying to entice me. “And mine” he adds.

He’s right. It would be a really good time to show my parents I can manage on my own, and make my own decisions, which is why I moved in with him in the first place. Between discovering my new found not-so-platonic feelings for him, and meeting Taehyung, and just getting comfortable living with him, I had forgotten the world seems to believe I am pregnant.

In fact, I haven’t even texted my mother or father a simple ‘hello’. They didn’t call either. I expected them to march over right away and drag me back home. Something about it being a shameful thing to do. But they didn’t. Half of me felt relieved and the other half felt forgotten and neglected all over again.

I sigh heavily. “Fine. Do they think we are in a relationship?”

“Mhmm” he nods. “I told them we are”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because if I didn't, don’t you think our parents would try to do everything in their power to split us up? At least this way, we have a reason for living together and I love having you here. What can they do if we say we love each other?”

I feel it again. That little flutter in my stomach. It is so easy for him to say things like this and not even flinch. He uses the word ‘love’ like people use the word ‘water’. Might as well be the same because we can’t survive without either of those things.

Love, he says.

If only love was that easy.

He waves his hand in front of my face. “Hello. Where did you go?”

I blink out of my thoughts.“Nothing. So, what are you thinking?”

“Let’s pretend we’re in a relationship. Give them what they want so they will leave us alone. I don’t know about you but I would love to live with you in peace.” he smiles with his eyes-- the sincere kind of smile.

Abort.

This is a bad idea on so many levels for my mental health. I don’t even know if I can pretend to be in love with him, without actually falling in love with him. I have already started to feel something and doing this is only going to make me go down that hole even further. But do I even have a choice?

“How are we going to do this?” I ask, my mouth already parched at the idea of all this.

“I’ll hold your hand, look lovingly into your eyes, whisper sweet-nothings in your ear, say how much I love you and voila” he looks proud of himself, with a cheeky smile on his face.

Is it really that easy for him? If it is, then maybe I am better off ignoring his rule and just going out with Taehyung. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway.

Right?

“You really think it's that easy?” my voice falters a little, and it makes his forehead crinkle with concern.

“I do” he says softly, holding my gaze.

I think about it a little bit more.I realize there aren’t many thoughts in my head. I am only at a loss for words because I feel unsure. “Okay. Lets do it”.

“That’s my girl” he gets up and plants a kiss on my forehead. “ I am going to shower”

It’s a horrible idea. All my life I had been looking for trouble, and now here it was in the living breathing form of Jeon Jungkook.

And I was starting to regret it.

Chapter 9

The dreadful evening arrives much to my chagrin. Jungkook steps out of his room looking like he just came straight out of a rom-com. I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but he’s wearing a black, half-sleeve button-down shirt revealing all his tattoos. He’s left it unbuttoned just enough for everyone to get a peek at the tattoos on his chest. He’s even pulled his hair into a bun, the undercut completely visible.

I swear I don’t breathe for a few moments when I lay eyes on him. I ignore it though because none of it is real. He’s going to put on an act and I am going to get roped into it regardless..

“Wow” I breathe. “You look really good. My parents will definitely not like any of this” I gesture to his whole look.

“Good. But I am glad you like it”

Like it? I fucking love it. I am basically melted inside right now, just an empty shell of a body.

“You look really beautiful” he walks over to me placing a soft kiss on my cheek. He stands toe to toe with me and smooths a hand through my curls. “Just one thing missing” he leans in close to my ear, hands sliding up my arms and behind my neck. I can smell his cologne— the familiar scent of vetiver, a welcoming addition.

He pulls back, tracing his fingers on my neck. “There. Now you look perfect”

I feel something on my neck and under the pads of my fingers I can feel a chain. “Jungkook you didn’t have to”

“Look at it.” he says.

I pull on it with my thumb so I can see it. Hanging from the gold chain is the letter ‘J’. It's small but still very visible.

I am not going to survive the night if he keeps doing things like this. How is any girl not supposed to fall in love with him? Not when he looks like that and acts like this.

“I-I don’t know what to say”. I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s like he’s marking his territory and I don’t know what to think, or say, or do. Some primitive part of my brain finds this gesture really hot. It’s like he wants everyone to know I am his.

“It looks good on you.” he grins. “I am sure this will get their attention”

Right. This is just for show. He doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Careful Jungkook” I look up at him, my lips beginning to curve up in a smile. “I might actually fall in love with you”. My true feelings are disguised as a joke.

He shakes his head with a small smile of his own. He caresses my cheek. “Would that be so bad?” He looks into my eyes, sweet, tender and loving. Just like he said he would. But no one else is around.

“You’re really going to fool everyone tonight” I reach up and fix his hair, and the collars of his shirt. “You just had me there for a second” I accidentally look into his eyes. A few beats of silence pass and we just look at each other.

His smile begins to falter. “I think I fooled myself too, a little bit” he says softly looking into my eyes-- into my whole being and for a second I am afraid he’ll see what I am trying to hide. “If anything I think I might fall in love with you” he’s not grinning like he usually does when he’s joking or teasing. He’s not even smiling. He states it like a fact.

But I can’t tell if he’s pretending or if he’s serious. For my own sanity I decide he’s practicing for later. “Alright lover boy” I sigh. “Let’s go do this”

Jungkook acts like the perfect boyfriend. He holds my hand, whispers things in my ear making me giggle like a schoolgirl, and never leaves me alone. I play along, nodding and smiling. I end up forgetting that we are acting, that none of this is real. I forget that every kiss he places on my skin is only fake. I forget that all the words he’s whispered in my ear are empty. I forget that he’s not my boyfriend.

He’s a friend.

We had initially assumed that the dinner would just be his family and us. But it turns out Jungkook’s mother invited her friends and some family as well. All Jungkook and I could do was look at each other when the doors opened and we were met with so many people. Jungkook calmly slipped his hand in mine and led me inside. He introduced me as his girlfriend when we greeted different groups of people.

“Hi Aunt Jackie” he yells as he leads me to a lady standing by herself, glass of wine in her hand.

“Oh Jungkook! Look at you!” she says embracing him.

“How have you been?” he asks.

“I have been good!” She smiles at him and then looks at me. “You must be the famous y/n I have been hearing about all night”

“Aunt Jackie, meet my beautiful girlfriend y/n” Jungkook grins as he presents me to her. He looks so proud I feel myself getting giddy.

She embraces me the same.

“Aunt Jackie is my mom’s younger sister. She used to live in Korea. But when I was younger she moved here to help my mom out with me”

“He was a very naughty boy” she leans in and whispers.

“I am sure he was” I wrap my hand around his arm, sticking to his side. “He still gets into trouble sometimes” I smile at this warm-hearted woman who is such a contrast to my mother. Speaking of whom, she isn’t even here yet and the thing started like two hours ago. Neither is my father. But that’s a relief because there are two less people we need to convince of our “relationship”.

“I am sure he does” she looks at him momentarily before shifting her attention to me again. “I am glad he met someone as good as you. I can tell you make him happy”

We simultaneously look at each other. Jungkook offers me his signature dimpled smile.

“He makes me really happy too” I look at her while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. Jungkook places a kiss on my cheek catching me off guard. I gasp as I look up at him. “Jungkook…” I look at his aunt, shyness overcoming me.

“Oh don’t mind me” she waves her hand. “I was young once too and in love. I know how it is”

“Oh uh-- we’re not--”

“Bubba, I forgot. But we need to say hello to my father” Jungkook interrupts. “Aunt Jackie, do you mind?” he looks at her.

“Oh no no. Go ahead. I am going to get myself some more wine” she excuses herself.

Once she’s out of earshot he turns to me. “ What was that?”

“I know. I am sorry. I forgot for a second. This is too stressful” I lower my head.

“Hey” he holds my face in his hands and forces me to look at him. “Trust me. We’re okay. Alright?”

“Jungkook! My brother. How are you?” we both turn towards the voice.

Approaching us is someone I have not been introduced to. Jungkook beams, for only the second time after his aunt,he actually looks happy to meet someone else. A very intricate handshake follows “Hey man, how have you been? It has been a while”

“It has.” the tall stranger says. “I assume you are y./n?” he turns to me with a polite nod.

“Does everyone know?” I laugh.

“It’s not every day Jungkook brings his girlfriend home. It’s the first time he’s introduced us to someone”

Jungkook gives him a look-- the kind people give when they are embarrassed. “Come on dude, you’re ruining my bad boy image in front of my girlfriend”

every time he addresses me as his girlfriend my heart jumps.

“Wait, how do you know each other?”

“This” Jungkook throws an arm over the unknown stranger’s shoulder. “ is my cousin Hoseok. Aunt Jackie’s son. My brother from another mother”

“Oh” a look of realization passes my face. “Nice to meet you. By the way, I think I love your mother” I beam.

“Thank you. If you want we can trade places. I am sure she will be more than happy with a daughter” Hoseok chuckles.

“Please no” Jungkook’s face contorts with disgust. “That would make her my cousin” he points to me. “No thank you” he leaves his cousin’s side and stands next to me, pulling me close, his hand around my waist. “Please let my girl be my girl”

“What did you do to him?” Hoseok looks at me, almost bewildered.

“Wasn’t he always crazy?” I look at Hoseok who begins to laugh.

“I like her” he looks at Jungkook. “Don’t let this one go”

“You got it.” Jungkook nods once.

“Anyway, it was a true pleasure meeting you y/n. I have to go make sure my mother doesn’t drink herself to death” Hoseok holds his hand out for me to shake, which I do. “Nice seeing you brother”

Jungkook’s hand slips from my waist and they hug. We bid Hoseok goodbye.

“I like him” I say to Jungkook once Hoseok is gone.

“I don't think I like the fact that you like him,” Jungkook jokes, nudging me.

I stare at him blankly. “Didn’t pin you for the jealous type”

“Oh baby, you have no idea” a wolfish grin spreads on his lips.

I slap him on the chest. “Anyway, can we get some fresh air please”

He pulls me close, hand around my waist as he takes me to the secluded balcony where no one is. It looks out to the front of the mansion, the circular driveway of which is filled with expensive cars. Visible in the distance is the bridge. It’s silent save for the sounds of a soft wind that ruffles the leaves of the trees of which there are many on the front lawn.

“Do you think they believe us?” I ask and he lets go of me. We stand side by side looking to the front.

“I think so”

“Good. I can’t wait for this night to be over” I admire the stars in the sky.

“Really?” Jungkook frowns, eyes on me “ I like it”

I turn to look at him, thoroughly puzzled. “Which part?”

“All of it” he looks down at me. “I have had dates to parties like this before. But tonight is different”

“How?”

“Because you’re here and I don’t have to worry about anything. Everyone loves you. Every single person in there”-- he turns to look over his shoulder. “Has told me how lucky I am to have you”

I don’t say anything. I am not sure if there is anything I can say.

This whole night has been amazing. He has been amazing. But it’s all just a lie and a part of me feels hurt. A part of me feels like crying. As the moon reflects on his skin and he glows a part of me wants to scream at him for making me go through this. As we stand under these stars I want to tell him that everything I have done tonight has been true. I want him to know that my heart has been true.

“They are being nice.” I shrug.

“Come on” he chuckles in disbelief. “You really think they are being nice? You think this is a crowd that knows how to be nice? Yeah sure they are hypocrites but they would have found a way to tell me how much they dislike you, had they actually disliked you”

“You’re right. But we’re just acting right? So what does it matter?”

Does it?

“You’ve managed to make everyone fall for you” he says.

Except you.

“Take the win”

I nod. “I have to say though, you’re really good. You should have gone into acting instead.”

He doesn’t say anything for a bit. He just looks at me, blinking. “Yeah” he says softly, slowly nodding. “Not sure though that all of it was”

I am confused. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing” He clears his throat.

I snort. “My parents didn’t even show. Typical”

“It's not worth thinking about” he shakes his head. “Should we get out of here now? I think my parents are plenty convinced”

“Please. I miss our home” I say he holds out one arm, beckoning for me. As has become the custom between us, I glue myself to his side and he holds me tight as we walk.

“I miss our home too” he says.

Jungkook makes some bullshit excuse about me not feeling well and we leave.

Chapter 10

The clock strikes 12 am and on the dot Jungkook stumbles into the apartment. I turn around as I pace for the 50th time.

“Where were you?” I run to him. He’s barely taken his shoes off as I start interrogating him.

“At work” he takes off his jacket, and hangs it on the coat rack and kicks off his shoes. His posture is slumped, he’s dragging his feet underneath him, and his eyes are droopy. He looks like death and I immediately feel terrible.

“Did you eat?” I follow after him. He collapses on the couch and closes his eyes.

He shakes his head. “Recording ran long and I forgot to eat”. His chest rises and falls with each breath.

“Hold on.” I say and run to the kitchen. I take out the ramen from the microwave and walk back to the living room. I knew he would not eat. If there is one thing I have learned in all this time, it is that Jungkook is horrible at taking care of himself. He does not put himself first, despite the confident aura he projects which would cause people to assume otherwise.

Soft sounds of Jungkook’s breaths fill in the silence. I place the bowl on the coffee table. I grab the throw and cover him with it. I sit on the floor facing Jungkook. “Kook, are you sleeping?” I ask. Just for good measure. He doesn’t respond. I wave my hand across his face and he doesn’t move. I figure he is deep asleep. I stare at his face. He’s the prettiest boy I have ever seen. He doesn’t even seem real sometimes. He’s too kind and generous, warm, and inviting. My heart swells with so many emotions that my throat tightens.

I sigh, letting the courage build inside of me.

Because I can only say these words when he’s sleeping.

“Jungkook, you know how sometimes you meet someone and everything seems like a fairytale? I feel like that with you. I never would have imagined that I would be living with someone as amazing as you. I know I don’t say it enough but thank you” I press my lips to the side of his head. “There is something I really want to say to you, but I don't think I wlll ever be able to”

He shifts and I feel my heart beginning to race. I freeze, eyes wide as I wait with bated breath. He lays on his side, facing me. I wait to make sure he’s still sleeping. When he doesn’t say anything or open his eyes, I exhale the breath I had been holding.

Can’t you like me?

I want to ask him

Because I have come to like you

I want to tell him.

He folds his arms over his chest. “What did you want to tell me?” he says sleepily.

I think my soul travels out of my body at this point because everything goes numb out of fear. “You… you’re awake?” I ask.

He opens his eyes. He looks at me, softly, and gently. “I heard the whole thing”

“You did!?”

He nods. “What can’t you tell me?”

I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “Well, if I could tell you I would”

“I think I know what it is”

I blink rapidly, my brain going into overdrive. I can’t even say anything in return.

“It’s about Taehyung isn’t it?”

Again. I can’t say anything. He’s not even close. He’s so far away from the truth.

“I know…” he gulps. “I know you like him.”

No, I don’t. I want to scream.

“I thought about it” he gets up and pats the spot next to him. “Come here”.

Like a child, I follow his words and sit beside him.

“I know I said you can’t date Taehyung. I had my own reasons for it. But I realized it was selfish of me. I didn’t consider your feelings. I only thought of myself. It was unfair of me to ask that of you. Especially me, because I was supposed to be different. I was supposed to treat you with consideration because I know so many people in your life didn’t. I wanted to be different. I am sorry I wasn’t– “

“Jungkook…”

“Let me finish, please”. He pauses. “If you and Taehyung want to go out, do it. I won’t stand in your way. I just want you to be happy”

“Jungkook…” is all I can say. I feel frustrated with myself. “I- It’s not–” I sigh and hold my head in my hands. “It’s not what you think..” I mumble.

“What?”

I look up. “I don’t want to date him”

I want to date you

Why can’t he see it in my eyes? Why can’t he tell?

“Then what is it?” he turns to me.

“If I tell you, it could ruin our friendship” my eyes begin watering, and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying.

“Nothing could ruin this” he holds my hands in his.

“There is one thing. Something you don’t know” I take comfort in looking at my lap. I cannot for the life of me make eye contact. I am not planning on confessing that I am starting to feel something for him. Something greater than platonic. Something greater than every other feeling combined.

I can feel his gaze on me. The air around us grows heavy. The silence grows even heavier as he keeps looking at me. Even though I can’t see what his expression is, I can tell that something lingers on his mind. The gentle circles he’s drawing on the back of my hand tell me he’s trying to comfort me. He’s trying to coax it out of me by being silent, by making this so awkward that I am faced with no choice but to speak.

Yet, I do not plan on saying anything to him.

But it seems like he has other ideas because I feel the warmth of his mouth on mine.

The suddenness makes my eyes go wide. It’s like the feeling of being at the highest point of a rollercoaster. The adrenaline builds for a few seconds, and then-whoosh– my heart crashes down to my toes. I feel it coming in waves.

Once

My head becomes dizzy

Twice

My heartbeat reverberates in my ears

Thrice

I feel like passing out

I see his eyes flutter close. His lips are soft and warm against mine. His hands are warm as they leave mine. They are even warmer when they touch my cheeks, trapping me so I can’t escape this.

I want this, but I also want to push him away. I don’t want him to ever stop kissing me.But I also want to tell him to stop because he’s making everything harder.

He pulls away, and his face comes into view. He places his hands in his lap as he looks at me.

I can’t stop staring.

“I just wanted to do that. I don’t know why. I just… wanted to” he looks at me, apologetically. “I am sorry I didn't ask before. I am sorry”

“Why?” I ask. My voice is barely above a whisper, but that is all I can manage.

“You just looked...." he shakes his head, a shuddering breath exhaled.

I can’t take it. I feel like I am going to collapse if I stay in the same room even for a second longer. “I have to go” I hurriedly leave and shut myself in my room.

He doesn’t call for me.

End of part 1

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Plan 101, How to make your human fall in love with you (m)

Pairing – Faerie! Jeongguk x Reader

Genre – Strangers To Lovers, Coffee Shop AU, Fake Dating AU, Faerie AU, Wedding AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slice Of Life

Summary – [Not your typical ’please fake date me to my sister’s wedding so I don’t have to go with a guy my sister wants to set me up with’ with a magical touch to it and of course, there’s the ’there’s only one bed’ and ’cute coffee shop boy’ trope included for the ladies!]

Warnings – [oc is shy and insecure, guk falls in love at first sight, best friend Jimin trying to set them up, flirty and touchy jeongguk, conflicting thoughts of oc, mutual pining, mention of a bad breakup, smut, magic is used during sex, unprotected sex (always use protection!), lovemaking, oral (m), handjob, male masturbation, oc feels what guk is feeling (double the feelings double the pleasure), sparks are flying quite literally, jk has a magic dick, mussy sex because they’re in love, slow burn, confessions, kissing, body worship, he fucks the insecurities out of you, vaginal fingering, creampie.]

Word Count – (8,3k)

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Jeongguk can remember the day you rang the small bell attached to the door for the first time. You wore your hair in a french braid small pieces of your hair framing your face that got away. The long blue sweater you had on completely hid your body shape from his prying eyes – he could ogle at your legs in your tight fitting denim jeans though. You were talking animatedly with your blond friend and to his greatest disappointment, it was him who approached the counter to set two orders while you sat at your table looking over the design of the place.

He made the rose latte with almond milk and the honeycomb cappuccino with experienced fingers. Shy to admit that he put extra effort into the drinks – not that he’s not putting effort into the other orders – but he had ulterior motives this time, hoping that he’ll see you again if you like your drink. Faeries are insightful creatures they can tell from a single eye movement that someone caught their attention and Jeongguk was never good at hiding his feelings. Your close friend Jimin could tell his eyes were on you from the moment you stepped into the shop. He also shared his observation with you when he laid the coffees on the table in the middle for both of you to reach it comfortably.

You didn’t dare look at the boy behind the counter but a prominent blush bloomed across your cheeks. ”Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismissed Jimin’s flirtatious accusations. You can only wish for a handsome man to look in your way like that. You’re nothing special. You find comfort in your oversized tops and jeans. You get complimented on the embroidery that you did on your sneakers by yourself though that you’re indeed very proud of. The intricate design of flowers and vines gives a nice personal touch to your appearance.

”I’m a faerie I can tell when someone is interested in you sweets. Not that he’s trying to hide it.” You desperately want to change the subject before steam will come out of your ears in your self-consciousness. The cream stuck to the corner of your friend’s lips after he has taken a tentative sip is enough to focus on something else. After a small released giggle, you grab a napkin to dab the corners of his honey lips to get rid of the milk foam. You’re halfway across the table to reach his face when his hands catch your wrist before you could make contact.

”I’ll do it. You’ll give him the wrong impression.” Your brows furrow in a questioning gaze before you realise he’s talking about the cute boy who made your drinks. Your eyes widen as he smiles with his eyes full of mirth in them at your clear mortification.

”S-Stop speaking nonsense.” You have your thumb and pointer finger twist the ring on your finger like you always do when you’re flustered or anxious. Couldn’t find the courage in you to look at the boy even when you gather your trash and dump the cups in the bin before you exit the cafe. Jimin holding the door open for you like a good friend as you leave. Jeongguk’s heart sinks when you didn’t look his way even once – he wishes to hold eye contact for a little.

His first thought was that you didn’t like your drink maybe it was not your taste. During his whole shift, he obsessively checks if he exchanged the sugar with salt somehow.

Jeongguk almost drops the coffee beans that are in his hands when you ring the bell again attached above the door. He didn’t think you would be back – ever. It’s been a week since he saw you. He would catch glimpses of your friend a couple of times ordering honeycomb cappuccino for himself but not you. Never you.

He had already forgotten about the task his boss asked him to do. Jeongguk was in the middle of filling the coffee maker up when you abruptly halted all his thoughts with your presence.

Lillies. The design on your shoes today. You keep looking at the ground as you approach the counter where Jeongguk waits for your arrival with belated breaths. There’s no Jimin this time to place it between you and him. You’re so nervous to approach him that you have to intertwine your fingers in front of you to stop them from visibly shaking. Jimin’s words from before ate themselves into your subconscious.

”Hi.”

There are invisible bells ringing next to his ears. Doesn’t sound like the one attached to the front door – no. Softly spoken words barely breach the surface as he feels like he just jumped headfirst into the ocean. You’re getting uncomfortable with the silence as Jeongguk travels to the world of faerie and back in his mind. You think maybe he didn’t hear you, you were pretty meek after all.

This day is too beautiful to watch two socially awkward people interact – they would even cringe if it was anyone else – the patrons are quite taken with the soft boy and the girl with the oversized shirts. The old lady with the black cat resting on her lap, the werewolf boy sipping his camomile tea even the boss man watches the younglings get enveloped in silence.

Jeongguk melts from his frozen position and gently smiles at you. ”S-Sorry I got a little lost in my thoughts. What can I get you?” The counter hides how he fidgets with his hands as you tell him your order. You only look up briefly as you thank him for making the drinks while he’s the exact opposite as he can’t seem to look away from you.

The faerie busies himself with the drinks finally averting his eyes and letting you breathe properly as you couldn’t before under his heavy gaze. Making you uncomfortable is the last thing he wants and even – even then he can’t help his eyes searching for yours.

Your gaze is locked on his nametag when he slides the drinks to your side of the counter.

”Thank you.” Jeongguk can’t help but show you his biggest smile reaching ear to ear as you thank his services and touch the card to the reader to pay and possibly go before you make a fool of yourself. The faerie on the other hand detests your upcoming departure. He hopes he could see you again soon when you say goodbye.

”See? It wasn’t too bad.” Jimin takes in your cherry red cheeks as you hand him his coffee. You completely ignore him when he implies your loverboy was there seeing your flustered face. Laugh bubbles from his throat when you half heartedly tell him to shut up and take your seat behind the sewing machine.

This is the first of many attempts to come, living up to his name of being a mischievous Fae. Jimin knew even before you two did, that you’ll be good for each other.

It’s not like you were actively against his ideas. You just didn’t want him to set you up with the promise of something when it was set in failure by the books.

The coffee is good and Jeongguk is a very sweet boy after you got over your initial shyness around him. He listens well and offers feedback when needed. You do the same for him. He helped you feel better on days when you didn’t even want to get out of your bed – and you were the reason he smiled every day. Slowly strangers became friends with a feather light undertone of maybe something more in the future.

”You’re very quiet today Y/N, everything’s alright?” The best you can give him is a strained smile but not convincing enough to ease the worry from his features.

”Yes, of course. There’s nothing to worry about Guk.” Humans can lie Jeongguk knows this but he still gets surprised when you try and fail miserably. You’re the worst liar of them all. You let out a soft sigh when he doesn’t relent. Bless his honest heart he can’t just pretend to accept your blatant lie, even more, when it affects your mood.

”You can tell me everything you know that right?” Of course, you know that you want to tell him but instead, you rest your head on your hands. The business is slow today so there’s a low chance someone might interrupt the flow of your conversation.

You have to tell him sooner or later. Better be now, it’s known to be better to rip the bandaid off fast. ”My sister is getting married next week. It’ll be gone for the whole week. She organised a lot of programs for us.”

Your explanation only confuses him more. You should be happy that your sister is getting married? Did you not want to go? Is there something he’s missing from what you told him?

”I- uh congratulation?” You chuckle at his confused expression. He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks and plant a soft kiss on his pillowy lips and oh – oh you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Concentrate Y/N. He’s just a friend nothing more. You’re not allowed to think of his lips in a situation like this.

”Thank you. You don’t have to look like a lost bunny – It’s just, these programs are all –” Inhale, exhale. You take in a long breath when the cat finally gets out of the bag. ” –for couples.”

”Why would your sister organise something just for couples? She knows that you don’t have a boyfriend, isn’t she?” His question is valid, you think. You know it was not her intention to make you feel guilty for not having a boyfriend.

”Right. – I don’t think I talked about it before but I have five sisters. They all have a boyfriend or a husband. It’s just me – uh, who doesn’t have someone.”

”Ok.” Jeongguk nods slowly. You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he thinks. Soaking in all the information that you just dumped on him he still fails to see the problem. In his head, you could just call your sister and say that you have no one to do these activities with. You can still enjoy the wedding in his opinion.

”I’m terrible at meeting new people. You know it. It took me weeks before I could even look into your eyes without looking away. She – she said that there’s this guy she wants to set me up with. If I don’t have someone to come with me I’ll be doomed.”

You take the faerie’s silence as rejection even though you didn’t ask him yet. The implications are there – and he certainly caught them. At first, you asked Jimin if he would come with you but he’s busy and told you to ask Jeongguk. You’re comfortable with him plus the family knows that you and Jimin are just friends. If you show up with Jeongguk at your side they will finally get off your back.

”She shouldn’t force you to get someone for the sake of having someone.” You’re shocked by the ferocity behind his words. Is he angry? Doesn’t seem like it’s directed at you though.

”She means well.” You place your hand on top of his as a form of comfort. Jeongguk’s anger evaporates as soon as your warm skin makes contact with his. You’re comfortable with him but it doesn’t mean you’re the cuddly type so he’s surprised to receive your physical affection. You usually say things that tell him you care about him in more ways than one but your touches are rare.

”I was hoping I could convince you to come with me. It’s ok if you don’t want to though. I guess I’ll have to accept my sister’s offer then.” Jeongguk quickly turns his palm around under yours to comfortably wave them together. His hold turns rather possessive when you tell him the sister option. He doesn’t want any man on your side.

”I’ll go if that’s what you want.” Chocolate brown eyes are looking at you with newfound fire in them. This is his chance to show you that you could be good for each other. Maybe after acting like a couple for a week will make you realise how head over heels he is for you. Jeongguk knows that you find him attractive but doesn’t know how deep your affection runs for him. He might get his answer at the wedding.

”That’s why I’m asking silly. I would like that.” You smile and squeeze his hand back. You look straight into his eyes until a customer waltzes inside the store (breaking the intimate moment) forcing Jeongguk to look away from you. You silently slip away when he serves the patrons.

The rest of the week goes by slowly. You and Jimin pop up a few times during his break time but both of you are pretty busy finishing up the orders to be able to close the shop for the entire week. Every minute the fae can spare he thinks about the upcoming weekend where he will be able to hold your hand and meet your family – call you his.

After the week if you’re reacting well to his advances he promises himself to confess his feelings for you. Jimin has been encouraging him to take the first step. Knowing that you will never do that due to your insecurities. Your mind and body are not in the best harmony but you’re on your way to working on it. Jeongguk likes every inch of you he would gladly help you on the bumpy road of self-love.

Jeongguk never saw you in anything but an oversized t-shirt before. He could hardly believe it when he sees you wear a nice fitting floral patterned t-shirt showing him the feminine curves of your waist. He could tell that you spent extra time this morning getting ready and Jeongguk hopes that you put so much effort into your appearance because of him. You’re beautiful no matter what you wear but this confident side of you stirs something in his lower belly that suspiciously feels like arousal.

In your excitement, you greet him with a hug. Your breasts are pushed against his chest and your arms wrap around his slim waist to get close. He freezes when his cock stirs in his pants begging for the gods in his head that you didn’t feel that.

It would be embarrassing if you caught him sporting an erection just from hugging a woman like an inexperienced teenage boy. You smell like fresh laundry too that doesn’t help his case to calm down.

You’re getting self-conscious the longer he stays silent. You start to think that he doesn’t like your outfit. Jimin spent an entire day persuading you to buy it at the mall yesterday saying that Jeongguk would drop his jaw to the ground how pretty you look in it. Maybe he was wrong after all. You slowly start to pull away giving yourself away to the inner voice in your head that tells you to save yourself from further embarrassment when he finally reciprocates your hug.

Sensing your changing mood he’s fast to put your nerves at ease. If he embarrasses himself in the meantime so be it, it’s totally fine if you keep smiling like that at him.

”You’re so beautiful petal.” You’re glad that he’s hugging you so close. This way you can bury your face into his strong chest and hide your blushing cheeks from his prying eyes.

”P-Petal?” The question comes out in a whisper. Jeongguk can tell by your expression that you like the nickname he gave you very much. He’s been meaning to call you that for months. Now he finally has a reason to just call you that without it being weird.

”Hmnn. Petal suits you. You always have different flowers embroidered in your shoes.” Your heart beats like crazy when he places his chin on top of your head in mid explanation, he begins nosing at your freshly washed hair breathing in your scent so openly.

”A-Are you ready to go?” Too flustered to even say thank you you try to jump to another subject and Jeongguk lets you have your ways. His fingers skim down your arm until he can lace your fingers together to guide you to his car parked near your house.

”I got us coffee.” Jeongguk is a true gentleman with a bunny teeth grin. He opens the passenger seat for you before he rounds the car and takes his place behind the wheel.

Both your hands are occupied by the cups and you nearly spill their contents when he leans in to fasten your seatbelt. There’s this mischievous look in his eyes that you know so well because you have seen the same expression on your best friend’s face countless times when he outsmarted you. Just now you realise that it was his plan all along. His plan was flawless – you didn’t even suspect a thing when he made you hold onto both cups so he could lean close to you. He plans on using every opportunity to get close to you. He wants you to see him as more than a friend.

Jeongguk secures your seatbelt slowly letting his breath fan across your face until you’re as red as a tomato. The sign that you’re getting flustered by his proximity gives him hope.

”You tricked me!” You slap his shoulder half heartedly with no real force. Your face is still hot when he moves away to turn on the engine after fixing his seatbelt as well.

”This is nothing petal. I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve just for you to enjoy all week.” That name again. Petal. You like hearing it from him it makes your heart flutter. If that’s true it will be a hard week for you trying not to fall even more deeply in love with the handsome faerie. You want to say that he doesn’t need any tricks – he already has your heart but you decide to say nothing. Instead, you send a quick message to Jimin informing him that you’re on your way to your sister’s wedding with Jeongguk and promise to update him when you’re there.

You switch your phone off when you send the message and watch Jeongguk drive for a little in comfortable silence before you remember something. ”I bought snacks.”

You dug through your bag as you search for something in particular. You make a satisfied hum when you find it and Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle when he sees the treat in your hands. It’s his favourite snack. He remembers telling you about it once, he’s touched that you kept this information about him.

”Marry me right now.” He moans when the savoury taste of his favourite chips hits his tastebuds. You even got the flavour right.

”Men usually buy me lunch before they say that.” You joke but his answer implies something else entirely that makes you gulp.

”I would buy the whole restaurant petal if that’s all it takes.”

Can’t really say anything to that.

Since both of his hands are needed to drive, you keep feeding him during the journey to the neighbouring city. You try to ignore the feeling of his lips when you accidentally poke him with your fingers or when he licks the powder off your digits when he’s done. He’s going to be the death of you if he keeps this up.

You don’t know how he does that but Jeongguk looks like he freshly walked out of the latest fashion magazine even after driving for five hours straight while you feel like you were just spat out of a dog’s mouth. You desperately need to pee and your ass is broken from sitting for so long.

Jeongguk takes care of your luggage while you find the closest restroom before you walk to the reception together to get your room keys and find out where the rest of your family is.

You’re getting nervous he could tell when you start to twist your ring around your finger.

”Are you nervous about me meeting your parents?” It’s scary how easy it feels to intertwine your fingers with his. He always had this calming aura around him that never ceases to make you feel at ease.

”Yes. I’m afraid they won’t believe me that such a handsome man is my boyfriend.”

Jeongguk immediately frowns when you talk down on yourself. He wouldn’t let you talk like that even if it’s you.

”I won’t let you degrade yourself, you’re beautiful Y/N. Of course, a handsome man like myself would date a beautiful girl like you. If someone thinks otherwise then fuck them, it doesn’t mean they’re right and I am wrong.”

You can’t meet his eyes right now but fortunately, he doesn’t force you to. He knows it’s not easy for you to accept yourself as it is. Jeongguk has his own set of insecurities it’s only normal to feel that way. It doesn’t mean he won’t tell you as many times as you need to hear to believe him when he says you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. It has nothing to do with beauty standards.

You don’t need to have the perfect nose or the best body weight for your height, it doesn’t take away from the unique beauty every individual has – including you.

He’s not obligated to tell anyone what makes you in his eyes beautiful. You just are.

He wants to tell you everything but he knows you wouldn’t be able to listen to him and say a sincere ’thank you’ just yet. He also knows that you’ll eventually get there.

”Let's go in, see our room and get some rest. You must be tired from the drive here.”

You appreciate the smooth transition he made in the conversation. It doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty because of what you said about yourself earlier. You could tell that he took your words to heart. It was not your intention to make him upset. Sometimes you just tend to overthink things.

It’s best if you leave that thought at the back of your mind for later to nitpick. You should be happy, it’s your only chance to see your sister get married (hopefully.) You should spend this time relaxing with your family and Jeongguk.

”You drove here I didn’t do anything. If someone needs to rest it’s you.” You pull him by your intertwined hands. You wasted enough time talking outside the guests probably thought that you two were weird for stalling.

You hope your parents are not here yet you want to introduce Jeongguk when you two rested for a bit. They can be quite overbearing and knowing them when they learn that Jeongguk is a faerie and not human they’ll ask all sorts of questions from him. It would be a first to introduce a supernatural boyfriend as your sisters all dated and married humans.

You didn’t even think about that.

”I can see the cogs turning in your head. What are you thinking about so intently?” Jeongguk gently flicks your forehead when he sees you zone out as soon as you get into the elevator.

Jeongguk has the key for your rooms in his hand as his other still holds yours. When your sister made the original booking for your room she didn’t have another person in mind and by the time you told her that you’ll have someone come with you, it would have been difficult to change it. It’s not a big deal considering that the bed is large enough for two. You never shared a bed with someone before though.

”O-Oh, nothing. Just stuff.” You keep looking ahead even when you feel his breath hit your ear. Just feel it now that his chest is pushed against your back in an intimate position. It’s clearly his doing but why you’re the only one affected by it? Damn heart calm down or he’ll hear you!

”Uh-huh. Sure, stuff.” He’s mocking you. It’s clear as they that he doesn’t buy your poor excuse at all.

”Hey, Guk.” His previous expression melts when he sees your eyes soften. He could tell the change in your emotions as you lock eyes with him. ”I’m glad you’re here.” You share a shy smile before the elevator pings and opens on your floor cutting the moment you two had short. He curses the damn inanimate object for ruining the perfect opportunity to steal your first kiss – but it seems like the kiss will have to wait.

”Wow. Your family is loaded.” Jeongguk says it without any ill intent. The first thing he does when you open the door to the suite is jump on the bed and get into a weird starfish pose that makes you laugh.

”Not my family. It’s the groom who’s rich. He’s the CEO of Kim Industries my sister was an interpreter for them for a few months that’s how they met. After her contract ended they went on a few dates got together and after five years of dating. Boom. Here we are.” You keep smiling when you share the short version of your sister’s love story and he can’t help but admire you from the plush bed. You look really good in your outfit. He can’t wait to finally see you in a dress. He knows it’s gonna be sky blue because he asked to match his tie with your dress.

You bend down to take off your shoes unaware that this way Jeongguk has the perfect view of your tits squished together showing him a sliver of skin that you wouldn’t normally. The respectful thing would be to look away but he’s weak. He’s a man with needs and you’re the object of his desires for a very long time now.

The notification sound coming from your phone lets you miss Jeongguk’s hungry stare as you obliviously text your mother back. Once you look up he got a neutral look on his face like he was not drooling at the sight of your tits five seconds ago.

”My parents will be here by late afternoon. My sister is here though so we should go down and join them for lunch.”

”Ok. Give me a minute petal I’ll just wash my face and we can go.” You don’t have time to think about the small kiss he places on top of your hair while he passes you to reach the bathroom on your left. You never vocalised that you want Jeongguk to play the part of your boyfriend for the wedding but it would feel wrong to introduce him as a friend when you feel so much more for him. Your sister would sniff out your lie before the last syllable left your lips. She knows you too well.

Jeongguk ever since you asked him to accompany you to the wedding became a lot more touchy-feely with you. You wish you had his confidence maybe that way you would be able to tell him how you feel.

Getting out of your thoughts with a headshake you text Jimin that you arrived.

[12:21] Great! Have lots of fun with Gukie!

[12:22] Don’t do anything with him that you know I wouldn’t do 😉 love ya!

from Y/N:

[12:22] like there’s anything you wouldn’t do you nasty hoe!

[12:23] I’ll bring back a present for you, make sure not to miss me too much chim chim

”What are you smiling about?” You close your screen before Jeongguk could see it. You don’t want him to know about your feelings for him this way. He deems that you’re acting suspiciously. Are you texting other men? He hopes not. Jimin told him that you don’t have any love interest that he knows of. He wants to think that the thing that’s going on between you is mutual. You seem to react to his courting positively.

”Just Jimin asking if we arrived safely. Come on let’s go.” You pocket your phone and tug at his hand. It seems like you’re a lot more open to the skin to skin contact after he initiated it. You were just too shy to make the first move as Jimin put it.

The smell of cafeteria food draws both of you in and without much of a question you look around the selection in silent agreement. One look at the delicious display of food is enough for you to forget about your original plan of searching for your sister’s table as you pile different kinds of dishes on each other’s plates.

”Take this salad I’ll pick out the cucumbers I know you don’t like that.” You have to give credit where it’s due. Jeongguk is the perfect boyfriend. He even remembered that you don’t like cucumbers? Is it too late to steal his line and ask for his hand in marriage?

”Deal. I’ll share the chicken wings then it’s too much for me to eat anyway I got the less spicy ones so you can eat it.” You’re standing hip to hip discussing what will you share and getting the right things accordingly. You didn’t even feel the looming presence of your sister and his fiance just when she clears her throat.

”I can’t tell if you’ll eat each other first or the food.” Her comment is obviously aimed at you to make you blush but when you see Jeongguk’s ears turn red too – and it’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen. She seems to see his red ears too because next her eyes go to the pointed ends. Recognition shines in her orbs as she realises he’s a faerie.

His senses can pick up that she’s very happy (it’s her wedding day, of course, the bride should be happy) there’s some nervousness mixed in the pot of her emotions but it’s natural too. She looks a lot like you, you have the same eyes and nose.

You both move at the same time to hug each other, it’s been a while since you saw your sister and you missed her. Talking on the phone is not the same. She clearly missed you too seeing how tightly she holds you. Both Namjoon your sister’s fiance and Jeongguk watch the interaction with a small smile.

”It’s good to see you Hira. Let me introduce you! Hira this is Jeongguk my..uh–”

”Hi, I’m the boyfriend.” You’re glad that Jeongguk finishes for you. You were afraid you might say the wrong thing.

”Nice to meet you boyfriend of my baby sister.” She’s having an intense staredown with Jeongguk like she’s trying to reach the deepest part of his soul before her lips quirk up into a small smile. Whatever she was looking for she found it and she’s pleased. Good enough for you.

”I’m Namjoon it’s nice to meet you.” The two men share a friendly handshake and you’re happy that they seem to get along. Even your sister falls into easy conversation with him as you sit down and start eating. What started as a police interrogation led by your sister (and warden) ended up being a chat about hobbies and what kind of music he listens to. Normal stuff.

There are still traces of that anxiety you felt before getting your room key stuck to your otherwise sweet smell. Jeongguk places a hand on your knee under the table the touch is hidden from your sister’s view so you relax under the secure weight of his warm palm. This is his way of reassuring you that you don’t need to feel so stiff. You finally relax.

Jeongguk is very perceptive to emotions it’s one of his unique traits as a faerie. Sometimes being surrounded by lots of people can trigger his sensory overload. You made a note in your mind to check up on him later about it. It seems like you were worried for nothing.

Your sister likes Jeongguk and tells you that when you wait for the boys to hand the plates back to the kitchen.

”When were you going to tell me about him?” You can tell that your sister is curious – more than she’s angry about the fact that you kept your ’boyfriend’ hidden. It’s been a while since you had a boyfriend and the last relationship didn’t end too well.

”It’s kinda new. We’re still figuring things out.” You’re not lying. You sure are trying to figure things out.

You jump a little when you feel arms snake around your waist the familiar weight of his chin makes you relax against him though. It seems like your conversation about this has to wait. You look away when your sister starts to suck Namjoon’s face like she’ll take him right here in the middle of the dining room. You think this is the perfect time to excuse yourself and retreat to your room with Jeongguk.

You motion for him to follow you as you try to ignore how his hand stays on your waist and pulls you close while you walk.

”Mom and dad will arrive around four. We will have the first practice round then so don’t have too much fun!” Hira yells after the two of you when she realises you try to sneak out under her watch – she won’t have that. You hide your blushing face into Jeongguk’s shoulder when a few heads turn thanks to your loud ass sister.

”I like them they’re nice.” You’re glad to hear that. You give him a lazy smile now that your stomach is full you’re getting a little sleepy. You couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night because of your nerves and now the fatigue seems to catch up to you. Jeongguk rubs your shoulders as you lean your weight against him your eyes are almost shut when the elevator doors open on your floor number and you stumble on your feet.

”Wrap your hands around my neck petal.” You’re confused at his command but you do as he told. The next thing you realise is when you’re carried by him to your door in bridal style. Some of the guests that are staying on the same floor share a giggle with their partners.

”Jeon Jeongguk! Put me down!” Even when you’re between the four walls of your shared suite he refuses to let you go.

He unceremoniously dumps you on the sheets and collapses right next to you. You were not ready to share the bed with him so soon. Your heart is about to skyrocket out of your chest if he gets even closer. He doesn’t seem to care though as he nuzzles his face into your neck and pulls you close by grabbing your waist. Fuck it’s kinda hot that he can move you around like a doll and position you the way he likes.

”You smell so nice.” Ok now at any minute you could get a cardiac arrest. This boy is not good for your heart.

”I don’t want to ever get up. We should stay like this forever.” His words are whispered into your skin right before he places a small peck at the prodding vein on your neck.

There’s no way he can’t feel how your heart is hammering away in your chest.

He’s so close and his body is pressed against you so tightly. You can feel his heartbeat on your back and it’s going really fast. You don’t know what compelled you to act so boldly but you turn around in his hold with eyes big like saucers as you place your palm against his chest right where his heart is to make sure what you’re feeling is correct and it’s not just your imagination.

Jeongguk looks up at you with half lidded eyes – he can tell that you feel his heart beat like crazy and it’s all for you. He doesn’t try to hide it anymore he wants you to know that his heart is pumping blood and keeps him alive only for you for a while now. You had his heart all this time. Yours to break or cherish – the choice is in your hands.

”I love you.”

He is so brave laying his heart on the table. It’s only fair if you’re honest as well. So you cup his cheeks in your slightly shaking hands and mould your lips against his. They fit like puzzle pieces. He moves right you move left in perfect harmony as you taste each other’s lips for the first time. It doesn’t need to involve tongue as you shyly get accustomed to the pillowy lips pressed against yours.

”I love you too.”

Tiny sparks surround you as you continue kissing each other. The magic stored in his veins could hardly be contained as he devours your mouth getting passionate with every pressing minute he spends exploring you. There’s a sudden knock on the door it makes you two jump at the very end of the bed to get as much space between you as it’s humanly possible. Your sister’s head pokes through the crack.

”Sorry lovebirds. Come down mom and dad arrived earlier than I anticipated.”

She gives both of you a tiny smirk before she disappears with a knowing look on her face. Oh, you will never hear the end of this. She could guess by the flush on both of your faces and the way your lips are rosy and kiss swollen that you were in a passionate lip locking session when she interrupted.

”Guess we have to continue this another time petal.” Your cheeks flare a pretty crimson when Jeongguk visibly licks his lips as if he tries to savour your taste. Such a simple action can turn you on. What Jeon Jeongguk has done to you?

You feel a lot lighter now that you don’t have to hide how much he makes your heart flutter when he reaches for your hand inside the elevator. He turns you around in his arms to give your lips a few pecks as if he cannot help himself but touch you all the more now that he knows his feelings are returned and appreciated.

He knows which ones are your parents closing in on you when your hand around his arm tighten.

There are a few minutes left before the practice ceremony starts to ensure everything runs smoothly for the big day tomorrow and the guests talk among each other about how beautiful this wedding will be. However, your sister still didn’t elaborate on what kind of couple event she organized for all of you.

”Mom, dad.” You’re happy to see them and they are happy to see you. Your parents can be overbearing sometimes but still your parents. You give both of them a big hug and a kiss on their cheeks. Gravitating back to Jeongguk’s side when it’s time for you to introduce him to them.

This is a lot easier now that you don’t have to lie. ”This is my boyfriend Jeongguk.”

It feels even better to say it – Jeongguk can feel your emotions shifting from relief to happiness. His smile mirrors yours when he greets the parents. They took it well that he’s not human, he’s glad because you mean a lot to him and your parents mean a lot to you.

That’s all he ever wanted – to be by your side. He can’t wait to see you in your dress tomorrow. He caught a glimpse of it when you made sure this afternoon that you have everything for tomorrow.

”I’ll skip the if you make my daughter cry I’ll give you something to cry about because of this beautiful wedding just around the corner. I’m sure my daughter loves you dearly to bring you here.” Jeongguk gives your father a firm handshake, he’s a little intimidated by your father at first but knows that he has your best interest at heart.

”Stop with the dramatics honey. It’s clear as day that they’re in love with each other. I know our little girl is in good hands.” Your mother gives Jeongguk’s arm a good squeeze and your boyfriend matches the sentiment with a sweet smile nodding his head.

”Ignore them. They just want to embarrass me with this bad cop good cop talk.”

You pull him to your seats when the music starts. Jeongguk can hardly keep a giggle inside at how cute you look when being flustered. His thumb runs circles on the back of your hand that’s been resting on his lap during the whole practice.

You both are too tired when you made it back to your suite. After a quick shower, you grab the first thing from your suitcase and change into your pyjamas while he showers.

You engage in some lazy kisses before he pulls you close to his body turning you around so your back is flush against his chest and lets sleep envelop you after such an eventful day.

You feel a last chaste kiss placed on the side of your face before the darkness pulls you in.

Jeongguk is up before you are. The sheets are tangled around your ankles and he has a great view of your ass in your bundled up shorts. His hands stay respectfully on your waist though even if it takes every fibre of his self-control to not slide his palm under your shirt and cup your perky breasts that he can see because of your low neckline. The perfect size for his hands to grab and fondle. So much skin – he wants to kiss every inch of you.

You were already under the covers when he made it to the bed so he didn’t see your sleeping outfit. He wonders if you were perhaps expecting something to happen last night.

You were both too tired to think about sex even though the sloppy kisses he stole from you didn’t help him get a raging boner in his sweatpants. His morning wood makes contact with your asscheeks as you unconsciously push your body against his. His little moan didn’t stir you awake – not sure if he feels disappointed or relieved to see that.

He wants to let you sleep for a while but on the other hand, he wants you to wrap your fingers around his cock and make him cum.

He feels like the bad guy, thinking about different positions he wants you in when you’re deeply asleep next to him. So peaceful. He’s a wicked man but can’t find an ounce of shame in himself as he slowly gives your body a once over. His palm rubs against his clothed cock as he watches you arch your back and roll onto your stomach.

He wants to rip your shorts to shreds and get rid of the offending fabric that hides your plump ass from his view. He rubs harder feeling his cock throb inside his boxers desperate for release. Your shirt has ridden up your torso showing the skin on your back while your tits are squished to the bed underneath you.

Can’t help himself anymore Jeongguk takes his cock out and strokes the sensitive foreskin. His precum glistens as the sun shines through the blinds.

He’s so lost in his little fantasy that he didn’t see that you’re awake. He’s not that quiet while he moans your name as much as he would like to think. His eyes are tightly shut as he speeds up his hands running up and down his cock.

His low moans are bouncing around the silent room. Jeongguk doesn’t hear the rustle of sheets as you get closer or when your breath hitches when the heavy scent of his arousal hits your nose. Not touching him but close enough to get a first class view of his hands pumping his cock while moaning your name.

He’s close you can tell by the signs of his ragged breathing and how he focuses on his pink tip more spreading the precum around the head. A wave of arousal hits you.

It’s not just you. You can feel his pleasure like it is your own – the tiny particles of magic that surround the room undoubtedly come from the needy faerie. Even him is probably unaware that his magic runs free affecting you in heatwaves.

Right when he’s about to spill his seed you seal his moan with a needy kiss while your fingers wrap around the base of his cock halting his movements before he could cum all over his stomach. Jeongguk lets out a surprised moan when you take over his fingers tightly wrapped around his length you dictate a much slower pace than he has.

His eyes are open big doe eyes watching you full of lust when you push your tongue into his mouth and start the battle for dominance. He accepts your kiss with eagerness lets you take over his whole body. The pleasure intensifies.

You know he can feel you too. It’s easy to learn his body when you can tell which twist of your fingers or kisses makes him let out the loudest moans or when the pleasure in the pit of your stomach gets more intense. You two are connected by your emotions – that even if you’re not at the receiving end of the touching you feel it like his fingers are deep inside your cunt.

He’s close again his hips are thrusting into your fist and your hold on his slippery cock tightens.

Your name on his lips is fueling your desire. All it takes for your warm mouth to envelop the tip for him to shoot his load down your throat with a loud moan. You swallow.

Jeongguk pants against your shoulder pulling you impossibly close you two share an obscene kiss full of teeth and spit with his taste still lingering on your tongue.

You can’t blame him for being impatient Jeongguk removes your shorts in one go – only hooking a finger under your panties to pull it to the side before his long finger sinks into you. He gives you a few pumps to get you used to the sensation when he pushes another digit into your quivering walls fucking you with his fingers while his lips leave kisses all over your shoulders and neck.

He’s ravaging you like you’re his last meal. You tighten around his fingers ready to cum when he pulls them back with a last loud squelch. The string of your arousal breaks when he puts the fingers in his mouth sucking them clean.

”Tell me now if you want me to stop.” Jeongguk is breathless as he presses the words out like it physically pains him to offer you a way out.

His hard cock slides between your wet folds making the both of you moan. He doesn’t push inside though – not without your permission.

”Want you. Please fuck me.” You reach down to position him to your opening and he slowly pushes in between swears when you tell him he can take you.

”It feels too good. I’ll cum so quick. Fuck.” You feel the same way with your senses heightened.

You not only feel the delicious pressure of his cock parting your walls but you can feel how Jeongguk feels while your walls pulse around him. It’s even better when he starts moving. Every thought you might have disappears as soon as he starts thrusting in and out of your buttered pussy. He goes deeper each time ensuring that your walls comfortably part around his grith.

”I love you.” You confess between kisses and Jeongguk smiles at your shy words. He says ’I love you too.’ easily.

He makes sure you feel every inch of his cock in you, every vein and ridge while his tip rubs against your pleasure spot inside you. He can feel the sudden spike in your pleasure and makes sure he hits the same spot repeatedly until you start convulsing around his length releasing around his cock.

Chasing his own end Jeongguk holds your legs apart to sink even deeper than before until you can feel him in your guts. His cock stretches you out so good – uncaring that he pushes your cum out with each stroke and makes a mess of the sheets underneath you. Your inner thighs are wet from your release and Jeongguk’s ball slap against your asscheeks with each thrust.

He wants to feel you get tight again (he edged himself to the point where his self-control is slowly slipping away) so he rubs his thumb over your clit smearing your cum on the pink nub to make you squeeze around him to get his release before he stills and cums in your swollen cunt. He fucks his release into you with slow strokes while your name never fails to leave his lips as he makes sure you take every drop of his cum.

He stays inside while you catch your breaths together. Jeongguk kisses you over and over again until you melt against the sheets.

- End.

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Mutual Help | #14

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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The front door is shut with Jungkook's leg, his hands too busy fiddling with your dress as he tries to feel you up through the red material. Your mouths are occupied with kissing each other, tingling from the amazing sensation.

You're not quite sure how this all started.

One minute you were stressing over Hoseok on the way to Jungkook's home, whispering furiously to him so the driver couldn't hear you. The next your pretended boyfriend assured you Hoseok won't be a trouble anymore, shutting you with his mouth before you followed his slow but intense kisses.

"We're in a cab, Kook." you reminded him as soon as he pulled away, not too much though. Just enough to catch a breath before he went for another kiss.

"Relax, he's probably seen a lot worse." he said, not giving you a chance to respond or protest. And you went with it, because your dignity wasn't as important as Jungkook's lips were.

The only time when you weren't kissing was when the driver pulled in front of Jungkook's apartment building, while he paid him and helped you to get out of the car. When he did, his hand stayed placed on your lower back as he ushered you inside. Those five minutes in front of the elevator were intense, you both wondering who's going to make the first move. But as soon as that elevator door opened and you stepped in, Jungkook clicked the button on his floor before you both threw yourselves at each other. Your back collided with the elevator wall and you gasped, giving him a perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue in.

And here you are now.

"Jungkook," you whisper, feeling his breath ghosting against your neck.

"Hm?" he hums, sucking your skin there, the tips of his fingers grazing over your exposed thigh.

"I want you." you mumble, nails tracing his exposed collarbones as you wish he'd just take off the goddamn shirt, so you could see his perfectly tanned and soft skin.

"I want you too." he admits, your heart clenching at those words. It's something how he says it, so effortlessly and honestly. He makes you feel wanted without even realizing it.

He dives back for a kiss, tongue swiping across your bottom lip just to bite down on it. Not too harsh, just enough to make you groan both in surprise and lust. You can taste the little of alcohol he had on his lips, and you're certain your own match to his. Surprisingly, you sobered a bit during the ride, whether it was a shock of Jungkook kissing you in a cab where the driver just pretended he didn't hear your lips smooching against each other, or simply of you getting some fresh air.

Although, you're choosing the first reason.

"I want you to fuck me." you say bluntly, staring at his doe and dark eyes which soaks into your own.

His throat bobs at your words, bottom lip clutched between his teeth before he lets it go. "I wanna fuck you too," he says, "But are you sure? We both drank a bit."

Your senses are a little bit slowed down and if it weren't for Jungkook's mouth, your movements would be way lazier than they're now. But you're nowhere near drunk, knowing exactly what you want. And that is Jungkook fucking you.

"Do I look drunk?"

"No," he answers, but still making sure he keeps his eyes on you, checking your expression. "You're cutely affected by alcohol."

Giggling, you shake your head at him, seeing his mouth spreading to a wide grin. "What does that even mean?"

He takes a step closer to you, caging you between the wall and his body again. You can smell his cologne, wondering how he can smell so amazing after hours of being at the wedding and dancing. He clutches your jaw, surprising you by his rough movements as he turns your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. And you expect him to kiss you there, but he doesn't.

"That means," he starts, licking his bottom lip which you failed to see. "that you've stopped drinking just at the right time. Otherwise, I don't think I'd fuck you if you were drunk, especially if it's our first time."

Our first time.

This man is trying to ruin you, and he's completely clueless about it.

"So, are you planning to do it or are you just going to talk about it?" you ask, almost whimpering when his hold on your jaw tightens. He presses his nose against your jaw, inhaling as he chuckles.

"Keep talking and you're going to regret it."

Your core clenches, breath hitching which he hasn't failed to notice.

"Or what?" you press, stomach bubbling with anticipation of what his answer might be.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart."

"I think I'll risk it." you smirk, amused by those darkened eyes that gives you an intimidating look, sending a rush of shivering down your spine but you don't let it show.

Provoking Jungkook has always been fun. Well, you never really provoked him in this kind of situation. But you find yourself feeling much more thrill and fun doing it now. You want to push his buttons, see what kind of exact person he is when he's clouded with lust and excitement. You managed to see a tiny bit of his dominating persona during the time when he went down on you. Maybe it's the natural curiosity that's rooted deeply inside of you, but you just can't wait to see him during sex. He seems like a person who likes to handle others, showing them what he's capable of. Just the thought of him being rough with you makes your legs tremble. Again.

The growl that erupts from Jungkook's throat is unexpected, before you're being turned around by his rough hands, chest colliding with the cold wall of his corridor. He pushes himself against you, hands groping your ass as your own are sprawled against the plain white wall. He gives you a perfect opportunity to feel his hardening length against the black slacks he wears. Your bottom lip is caged between your teeth, a single memory of his cock in your mouth makes you salivate, and it leaves you whimpering.

"I told you not to tempt me," he spits, lips brushing against your right ear. "But you like to disobey just for the sake of your fun, don't you?" he chuckles, but it's not one of those cute and bubbly ones he usually makes. This one's dark, low and amused at the same time.

You've seen so many different sides of Jungkook, but you barely get to see this one. Which is understandable, he's your best friend after all. Best friend who you have never had any sexual encounters with before. But this is different. This is like the same Jungkook you know, but he's like another person at the same time. It's confusing.

"Jungkook," you whimper, pushing your ass against his bulge causing him to chuckle at you.

"Are you being a needy slut for me?" he asks, letting the question settle into the air as he waits for your response.

He tenses behind you, maybe in fear that he crossed the line with you by calling you a slut. You're surprised yourself, and you never liked the whole degrading thing or someone calling you a bitch for pleasure. However, even though he just called you a slut, there wasn't an ounce of actual seriousness or that he meant it literally, despite how serious he sounded.

Just when a whiny and breathless 'yes' leaves your mouth, it's just enough for him to relax and continue with what he started. The tips of his fingers brush against your thigh, hiking up the dress as his hand disappears underneath it. Your whole body shivers automatically, leaving you speechless of how lack of control you've got over your body.

He traces the hem of your lacy panties, humming in appreciation and before you can dwell on how it sends another set of shivers down your spine, he's hooking finger exactly where your clothed heat is. Your body jumps backwards when he touches your clit, tracing your wet heat with gentle and slow movements. Your ass hits his hardening bulge, and this time you get to feel it more prominent and hardened. This turns him on exactly like it does to you.

He groans, teeth nibbling on your shoulder before he circles your clit. "So nice and wet. All for me, baby?"

Your heat clenches, desperate to feel something inside of you. All you can think of is how Jungkook's cock is going to feel inside of you. Is it going to hurt? You remember how you barely took him in your mouth, feeling the corners of your mouth being stretched for a couple of more minutes after you were done. Not that you regret it, it was worth every second.

When the palm of Jungkook's hand meets your ass cheek, you gasp into the wall. He doesn't have to say anything for you to understand what it was for.

"Yes, all for you." you confirm, voice slightly shaking.

Gasping, you moan right after he enters you with one finger kissing your shoulder. He slowly pulls out, before he enters you with slow strokes leaving you gasping all over again. He adds another one, praising you for being a good girl. You clench around him and he chuckles, but doesn't comment on it.

"That's it, gotta stretch you out." he says, voice raspier than before as he adds another one.

He's stretching you more than at the beginning, and you can feel the stretch slightly burn but it doesn't feel bad. You take his fingers well, clenching around his fingers no matter how many times he tells you to relax. You can't, it feels to good and if he continues with the slow strokes, you're cumming soon.

As if he could sense that, he slaps you with his other hand, chuckling when you moan out loud. It's almost too loud, but there's no time to be embarrassed over the fact you like being spanked. He curls his fingers, circling your clit with a thumb while he palms the sensitive flesh of your ass.

"So dirty, I didn't know you love to be spanked so much." he muses, an amused tone laced in his raspy voice.

If your mind weren't clouded with so much lust and eagerness to reach your end, you'd roll your eyes at him and tell him to fuck off. It's nice to know your thoughts are still the same, even when he's fingers deep inside of you.

The feeling of how perfect the pace is isn't long lasting, especially when he picks up his pace and pumps you with his fingers much more eagerly. He praises you each time he thrusts them into you, mainly calling you a good girl or baby.

A simple 'fuck' leaves Jungkook's mouth when he feels you clenching even more, tightening around his three long digits. But still, he manages to keep up the pace just the same, bringing you closer to your end. Just as you feel like that's it, you're cumming, it fades with a snap of fingers in a second. The amazing burn nestled in your womb and between your legs is long forgotten, a sigh of disappointment coming from you in response. It takes you a few seconds to understand what has just happened.

Jungkook pulled out his fingers, causing you to slowly turn around with flushed cheeks and an irritated expression which is understandable. But the young man just grins, slowly bringing his fingers into his mouth as he tastes you.

You gasp, staring at him with mouth agape as his eyes don't leave you.

"Mhm," he almost moans, tongue swirling against his fingers before he pulls them out with a soft pop.

"Why would you stop?" you ask breathlessly.

"I told you not to tempt me. Consider this as your punishment." he shrugs, lips twitching with a hidden smirk which you clearly notice as you huff a breath of annoyance.

"Are you serious?"

Punishments. You never talked about that. Plus, you thought your punishment was him manhandling you and spanking your ass. Now that you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

"Absolutely." he answers confidently.

"But I was about to cum!" you exclaim, not believing he just cut off your orgasm like that. It's called betrayal!

"Oh, I know. I could feel you tightening."

Instead of feeling embarrassed by his blunt words, and the fact your best friend says them to you, you're more annoyed. You were so close. You could feel how bomb orgasm that would be. But no, Jeon Jungcock decides to change that just for pure fun and punishment.

"Whatever. I'll just take care of myself then." you huff once again, making sure he gets a perfect glimpse of your pissed off expression.

You're ready to walk away from him, planning to bump into his shoulder just to emphasize your annoyance. But before you can even take another step, he's grabbing your wrists and pulls you closer to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks lowly, eyes boring into yours.

You don't let it phase you, although you can't feel your heart jumping at the sudden intimidating tone and look.

"To take care of myself. Since someone decided to punish me." Okay, that was kind of petty but you're pissed.

It pisses you even more when Jungkook snorts, his serious facade cracking as he starts to laugh at you. "Awh, are you mad baby?"

"Don't call me baby. You don't get that privilege anymore." you murmur, causing him to laugh again.

"And what privilege do I get?" he challenges you, cocking his brow at you.

"You can stand behind the door and listen to my moans." you answer dryly, knowing very well that you're not able to make yourself cum just using your fingers. It just won't work for you.

"As tempting as it sounds, I'd rather fuck you." he tells you, slowly reaching for your face before he kisses you. And you let him.

Your lips tingle from the rough kisses he delivers, making sure you feel his want and need towards you. Mind still twirling over the fact he said he wants to fuck you, and no matter how many times he has already said it, it bursts that bubble of arousal inside of you. Maybe it's because you haven't had sex for so long, or maybe because you haven't been touched this way — ever.

It should be weird you're so turned on over your best friend touching you this way, wanting to fuck you. But you're not. All you can think of is how amazing he's going to feel once he's inside of you. Jungkook swallows your every breath, before he's forced to pull away.

Smirking at you, he interweaves your fingers as he leads you towards his bedroom. You take that time to admire his muscular back and broad shoulders, the white shirt doing his body justice, not that he needs it.

Jungkook pushes the door from his bedroom open, leading you straight towards his bed as he turns around before he spins you, gently pushing you down his bed.

You help in surprise, giggling when your body funnily bounces, causing the corner of his lips to turn upwards as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. He starts to loosen his red tie, eyes focused on you the entire time meanwhile you gulp at the filthy sight in front of you.

Fuck, how can somebody be so hot?

Plopping yourself on your elbows, you watch him taking the tie off but he doesn't throw it like you expect him to. It stays in his hands for a few seconds, twirling it between his fingers as he looks through his cocked brow at you. He tosses it at the end of the mattress, before starting to unbutton his shirt.

Licking your lips, you shamelessly watch him and almost disappointedly whine when he doesn't unbutton nor take it off entirely. If he sees your reaction, he doesn't comment on it but the confident smirk is just enough for you to know he noticed it.

He slowly makes his way towards you, knees plopping himself right next to your legs before he's hovering over you. You tilt your head slightly upwards, enough to see his close features before he kisses you again. This time it's slower, more passionate and leaves you breathless all over again. He urges you to completely lay down, your elbows betraying you as your back and head is met with the mattress again. He sits down on his knees, staring down at you with dark eyes and you almost raise yourself again, but before you can give him a glance of curiosity, you're turned around.

It all happens quick, one second you feel his arms around your waist and the next you're turned over to your stomach. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, your head already turned around to look at Jungkook. He just cockily smirks at you, fingers hovering over the zipper of your dress. He lets his finger scheme over your shoulder blades, gently caressing your exposed skin that makes you shiver underneath his touch.

"Do you really want this?" he asks, voice calm and relaxed like he's not ready to devour you whole.

You notice the sudden change of atmosphere, his tone serious yet soft. He's making sure you really made up your mind. He sees the way you patiently wait for him to touch you, leaving you pressing your thighs together. He's responsible for the ache between your legs. He sees it all, yet he needs to hear you say it again.

"Of course, I do." you answer, making sure you stare into his eyes which is quite troublesome since he's right behind you and caging you with his knees on both your sides.

He doesn't react verbally, all he does in response is slowly unzipping your dress while you press your cheek against his sheets, loving how flowery they smell. The room's temperature isn't low, yet it leaves you shivering when the cold air meets your naked back.

"No bra?" Jungkook questions, not hiding a mere surprise.

"This dress doesn't need it." you breathe out, your voice slightly muffled.

Again, he doesn't react verbally but you're shocked, gasping when he pulls your ass up. It leaves you on all fours, the dress slowly falling down your arms.

"Turn around." he demands, and you obey right away.

He chuckles, not wasting time with undressing you before you're left in your panties and heels. He leaves your dress on the floor, not bothering to properly place it somewhere less dirty, even though Jungkook's home is cleaner than yours. He doesn't care they can crinkle if they're tossed on the floor, and neither is it your priority.

All you can focus on is feeling his hands working on your heels, taking them off before he finally frees your ankles and the tight strap around it. Once he's done, he hovers over you again, pressing his lips against your stomach and slowly making his way up your chest. Your perked nipples don't go unnoticed by him, his doe eyes looking up at you before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Arching your back, you gasp while he swirls his tongue against it. The other one is occupied by his hand, molding the soft flesh in his huge palm. He does the same thing to the other one, his lips reddened when he's done. Your nipples look just the same, reddened with the attention they just received while still covered in his saliva. You shiver, meeting his eyes as he licks his lips.

You lean forward, kissing him while your arms wrap around his neck pulling his body even closer to yourself. He grunts into your mouth, arms holding himself as he tries not to crash you with his weight. Legs wrapped around his waist, you thrust your hips upwards making the two of you gasp. He's already getting hard, the bulge in his black slacks says it all.

You're remembered by the fact he's still fully dressed and you don't like that. Your hands already work on their own, unfastening his belt and zipper with needy and quick movements.

Jungkook's smirk is evident against your lips, but he doesn't comment on your sudden eagerness, if anything, he seems to like it as he lets you take off his slacks. He helps you take them fully, meanwhile your fingers work on his shirt. You've never hated buttons before. Just like with the slacks, he helps you take off his shirt too and slides it off his arms exposing his abs and buffed chest.

If you were turned on before, you're completely salivated over him now. He tosses it behind him, hitting the desk in the corner of his room making you giggle. He chuckles, hovering over you again before he's kissing you. You take that chance to feel his muscular back, nails gently scratching his soft skin as he grunts into your mouth.

"I want to—" he kisses you again, "fuck me." you finish, hands slowly sliding down his perky ass.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks, and you cock your head in confusion.

He's asking you that now? Again? You thought you're pretty clear that you want him. But once he sees your confusion and that cute frown you're about to sport, he explains himself.

"No, I meant— shouldn't I stretch you out more?"

Ah, he means that.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jeon. You're not that big."

Oh, yeah he is. Definitely bigger than your ex. But who would you be if you didn't take the opportunity to bruise his male ego.

"Really?" he asks, his brows mockingly shooting up. "Weren't you choking on my cock just a few days ago?" he cocks his head innocently, but you see his fake facade.

He's enjoying this, even when you open your mouth and dryly swallow the lump in your throat.

"Fuck, you're so cute when you're getting flustered." he comments, laughing while he scrunches his nose.

Rolling your eyes, you decide it's better not to argue with him. You know he's right about you choking on his cock, you're not stupid. "Whatever," you murmur.

"And to answer your question, no. Just fuck me, I'm ready." you assure him, licking your lips while he eyes you.

He nods, reaching towards the nightstand before he opens the first drawer. He pulls out the foil package and rips it open. Since you're feeling bold tonight, you reach for his length, hand disappearing in his boxers where you finally feel him. He bites onto his lower lip, taking them off while you start to pump him. He's hardening with each pump, kissing you as your hands work their magic on him.

He pulls away and you watch him putting on a condom.

The sight of him doing something so intimate feels exactly that. Intimate, close and exhibit. You've never thought nor imagined you'd ever get this close to him. This is so new to you, just thinking that he's about to have sex with you drives you crazy. You've never thought you'd crave for him this certain way.

Of course, there were many times when your heart was craving for him. In a friendly way when you were in desperate need of a friend. But it wasn't just that. You needed him, Jungkook. No matter how many girl friends you've or can have, nothing ever compares to him. There were times when you felt like you're the one who needs your friendship more than him. You don't doubt Jungkook's friendship, of course not. It just often felt like it's you who values your friendship in more ways than Jungkook could ever imagine. Maybe that's why it hurt when he moved on with Kiko and barely got the time to text you, or even spend time with you.

Jungkook's fingers trail to your exposed legs, snapping you out of your thoughts. It's unreal how he brings you back to reality with a single touch, those soft but dark eyes of his dancing on your face.

"It's still not too late to back out," he tells you softly, caressing your skin like he's not talking about the possibility of ending this. "If you've got any doubts, maybe this isn't what we should do."

"Are you regretting getting this far, Jeon?" you ask, your voice neutral, yet the use of his surname comes out almost cold.

His eyes flicker to yours right away and he quickly shakes his head, before he allows himself to talk. "No, of course not. I want this, if you couldn't tell." he snorts at the end, looking down to his hard length that's pressing against his stomach.

Focus, Y/N!

You look back at him, poking your inner cheek with a tongue before you sigh. "We both already did some intimate things. Don't you think that if I wanted to back out, I wouldn't allow all those things to happen?" you ask him softly, eyes filled with curiosity and a small frown settling on your brows.

"I'm just making sure," he mumbles, dropping those dark eyes for a moment while you're met with Jungkook that looks completely innocent. "I don't want you to regret anything. This is our friendship we're talking about. That's the most important thing."

If you weren't so freaking horny, you'd probably tear up from the honesty and softness of his words. He really is thoughtful.

"I want this, Kook. I don't think this will change our friendship. If me sucking you off and you eating me out hasn't, I don't think us having sex will. We're just young adults who need to blow some steam off, let's not overthink it too much."

He nods, agreeing with you as he bites his lower lip in thought. "Okay, because you're my best friend but you're fucking attractive and hot. And all I can think about is fucking you." he admits bluntly, causing you to gasp at his sudden words but you giggle.

You trace your hand down his chest, appreciating how firm it feels. "Good," you gulp, "Because that's all I'm thinking about right now."

Jungkook grunts, hovering over you before he kisses you again. His mouth works quick and needy, nibbling on your bottom lip to show you his desire while you're trying not to moan. It's almost pathetic how quick he makes you be so responsive and loud.

"Ready?" he asks between the kisses, his hand going between his legs as he pumps himself.

You can feel your heart in the throat, this feeling awfully similar to your first sex. That excitement and the feeling of experiencing something new, even though it's just sex. Minus the awkwardness and nervousness, of course. You really wonder how he's going to feel. Something tells you he's perfect in bed, no doubts. Just him eating you out made you see stars and brought one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced.

"Ready." you tell him, breath hitching in your throat as soon as you feel his tip parting your folds.

He takes his time, not entering you right away but making sure he smears the wetness between your legs to your clit and his tip. He stares down, brows pinched together and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, looking focused and almost as if he's savoring every moment.

Eyes flickering to yours, he releases his bottom lip as he spreads your legs wider. Giving him a soft smile, hand placed over his beating hard, you're surprised how fast it beats. It matches your own heartbeat, but somehow it leaves a peaceful feeling inside your heart. It's nice to know he's affected as much as you are.

With a careful and slow push, he enters you for the first time, taking into account that it's been awhile since you've had sex. The last thing he wants is to rush and possibly hurt you, just because he's impatient and horny.

Swallowing down the gasp that wants to escape from the back of your throat, you close your eyes and try to relax as much as possible. Luckily, Jungkook seems to be patient and he's still trying to fill you up at an incredibly slow pace. He even stops, checking your reactions with each push and inch he makes.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." he groans, but still manages to sound soft and genuine. It takes a lot for him not to thrust into you.

Jungkook hasn't been sexually active with anyone, the last person he had sex with was Kiko, his ex-girlfriend. That means you're not the only one who's been without sex for quite some time, even though Jungkook wasn't left high and dry for that long.

"I know." you breathe out, reacting to Jungkook's words. You know all of that, but the sudden stretch and slight burn you feel is unavoidable. There's nothing you can do and your body just has to get used to it.

Although, it seems like Jungkook wants to help when he starts to circle your clit. You suck in breath, your walls relaxing and taking more of him almost immediately.

"That's it," he praises you, continuing with it until he's all nestled inside of you.

He holds himself, still careful not to crash you underneath his weight as he lets you get used to him inside of you. It feels weirdly new, almost as if you forgot how dick inside of you feels like.

"You took me so well." he grunts, his length twitching inside of you before he gives you a sheepish look, like he's apologizing for being so needy and greedy.

"Fuck me, Kook." you murmur, your walls clenching around his thick length as he opens his mouth at the feeling. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer as you feel the ends of his soft yet thick hair.

"I'm gonna go slow at first, okay?" he asks, although you both know he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you tried to argue with him, you don't because his reason and decision is understandable and all about you, he'd still do it his way to make sure you're comfortable.

Nodding, he's pulling out of you, a soft breathes leaving his mouth before he slowly pushes his cock inside you. He's restraining himself so much, his face twisted in almost painful expression. Legs wrapped around his frame, heels digging into his lower back, you pull him even closer causing him to get even deeper inside of you.

"You're not making this any easier, you know that?" he chuckles, shaking his head as he still continues with his soft and slow thrusts.

Your giggle is short-lived, especially when his length rubs around a very sensitive spot inside of you, a moan rippling out of your mouth. He stops, adjusting himself before he does it again.

"Stop," you gasp, causing him to freeze and look at you. "I don't wanna cum yet."

"Would you cum right away if I continued?" he asks curiously.

In other situations, you'd probably cackle at the fact you're having a full conversation during your sex. But all you can do is nod in embarrassment.

"Well, maybe not right away but I was getting there." you point out, causing him to chuckle amusingly at you. It causes you to slap his back but he doesn't seem to be too phased, your weak attempt to scold him doing no harm.

"Do you want me to stay still like this or...?" he trails off, causing you to snort at the absurd situation.

You can't believe you're about to laugh in the middle of sex, but Jungkook's distressed expression is priceless.

"No," you laugh, "just fuck me already."

He relaxes, even though he tries to hide it, before he gives you one of his famous grins. "Your wish is my command."

Before you can snort or react in any way at his funny words and the teasing tone, he's already pulling out before he smacks his hips back. It leaves you breathless, almost knock all the oxygen out of your lungs as he repeats the same process over and over again. Your heated skin meets his with each thrust, creating swift and rhythmic melody and just when you think it can't get better, he lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders.

"Fuck," you breathe out, ignoring the cocky smirk he tries to hide again by staring at your connected bodies.

He fucks you like no one ever has, bringing you an euphoric feeling that you can't seem to get enough of. It feels too good to be real and embarrassingly enough, you've never known that sex could feel this amazing. Jungkook's skills are over the top, triumphing over your ex in all ways. However, with Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts there is no time to think about your ex or anyone else.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby." Jungkook groans above you, head falling between your shoulder and neck, burying his face there.

You shiver, feeling his body pressed against you, his hot skin against your makes the whole atmosphere even more intimate. Years of knowing him, you've never felt this close to him.

"Jungkook," you moan, eyes rolling back when he purposely rub his length against that one sensitive spot he found minutes ago.

He knows what he's doing, and you can perfectly feel that little smirk he always has on his lips but surprisingly, he gives a peck to your neck before he pulls away.

"Can you get on all fours?" he asks, halting his thrusts as you whine.

You were just getting there.

But Jungkook isn't planning on ending anytime soon and when he sees your disappointment, he laughs at you. "Come on, on all fours and ass up." he tells you, your cheeks heating up at the demanding tone he sets.

He pulls out, leaving you empty and greedy for him. Obeying him quickly, you get on all fours as he requested and you yelp when he presses your back down. It causes your cheek to be pressed against his mattress again, his palm staying on your back for a couple of more seconds before he grabs your hips. He lifts your ass even more, your spine and back arched all for him. He palms your ass, grabbing the flesh into his huge hands before he's entering you all over again.

You gasp, clutching the sheets in small fists and when Jungkook notices this, he reaches for them and interweaves his fingers with yours. His chest is pressed against your back while he starts pounding into you at a completely new pace.

"Jungkook, ah—" you whine, your voice awfully whiny and soft to the point you can't recognize it.

"I know, I know." he grunts, tightening his hold on your fingers as you can feel your walls tightening around his thick and throbbing length.

"Fuck—so good." you moan out, shutting your eyes because you can feel them watering.

"You're gripping me so well," he rasps out, not halting his movements even a bit. "Gonna make you cum so hard." he promises, his small dirty talk causing you to moan again.

His balls slapping against your ass feels euphoric, just like everything right now, and it leaves you breathless and wanting to reach your end. Couple of more thrusts, Jungkook's soft grunts and his length brushing against your g-spot brings you the most incredible orgasm.

Mouth agape, Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts make you cry out his name as you're cumming around him. He fucks you through it, continuing even when you're growing sensitive and you whine at the overstimulation.

"I know, I know. I'm getting there." he grunts, hands grabbing your hips so tight that you're guessing they'll probably bruise later but you don't seem to care.

Clenching around him, it takes a few more pumps before Jungkook suddenly halts his movements and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He's cumming, filling the condom with his seed and you wish you could feel him more.

And fuck, if Jungkook's low groan of pleasure isn't the hottest thing you've ever heard, you don't know what is.

And even though you've just come down off your high, the sound is enough to shoot a little bit lust straight to your core. Enough to leave you clench around him again, causing him to grunt in response.

His sweaty forehead drops against your naked shoulder, a shallow and quick breaths meeting your skin as he tries to calm himself down. It takes him a few more seconds of breathing in and out at a rapid pace, before his breathing comes back to normal and he slowly lifts his head off you.

"You good?" he asks, holding himself up with his hands when he realizes he almost crushed you with his heavy body.

You don't see him, but he scrunches his nose when he pulls out of you, overstimulation getting overwhelming for the both of you. When he manages to fully pull out, he quickly gets off you and plops himself next to you. You flip yourself on your back, eyes focused on the white ceiling as your chest heaves with almost identical heavy breaths like he did just seconds ago.

"I'm perfect," you answer breathlessly, stealing a glance at your best friend who happily lays down next to you, discarding the used condom. "Are you good?" you ask him in return, watching him grin as he ties the used condom full of his sperm.

"Oh, I'm ecstatic." he beams, standing up and throwing the condom in the bin near his desk.

"Are you always this ecstatic when you get laid?" you chuckle, trying not to let your eyes drop to his crotch that he doesn't even cover. He's shameless, walking completely naked to you while he doesn't even try to cover himself. It's not like you want him to anyway, but he clearly doesn't have any issue with nudity.

"It's been a long time, okay?" he jokes, tossing his body next to you without care, causing the mattress to jiggle under his weight. "Don't tell me you don't think the sex was mind blowing."

He looks at you, eyes dropping to your perked nipples before he looks back into your eyes.

"It was." you shrug, admitting it.

He chuckles, turning onto his side as he traces your lips. It catches you off guard, but you don't even blink while you try to look as natural as possible. You look at him, his hand dropping next to his body.

"This doesn't change anything, right? Our friendship, I mean."

You've to ask him, just to be sure. At first, you were the one who tried to convince him that none of this would affect your friendship.

His brows scrunch together for a short moment before he shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Do you feel like something changed?" he asks back.

"I don't, but what if I will?" you ask, probably more yourself than Jungkook.

What if everything seems just the same right now but yesterday or in a few weeks, you'll feel like you shouldn't have done that? There's no turning back and you really don't want to regret anything. It's just your mind playing tricks on you. This is your friendship that could possibly be on the line after all.

"Then you'll tell me. I don't think there's nothing we can do. We both agreed to it and it doesn't have to be such a big deal." he shrugs, his voice putting at least some kind of ease to your nerves.

"I know that, I know that we both agreed to it. I really don't wanna sound like I'm already regretting it, because I don't. I don't want you to think that it's your fault or make you feel guilty. That's not my intention at all. It's just... I can't help but wonder if we did the right thing. What if this will fire back in a few weeks, months or years even?"

Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, despite feeling Jungkook's doe eyes silently watching you.

"I think you're overthinking this a lot. Let's just focus on the present. We don't have to have sex anymore. I told you, anything that makes you comfortable." he tells you honestly and softly, causing you to feel like a jerk for some reason.

You're stressing over something nonexistent while Jungkook is there for you and your crazy mind.

"I didn't say that. I still wanna have sex." you point out, causing him to snicker.

When you look at him, you can see the confident and cocky glint in his eyes. That's why you nudge his shoulder, snorting. "Shut up."

He laughs, slowly shaking his head. "Just don't fall in love with me. I know that I can be very irresistible but—"

"Oh, get over yourself, Jeon." you scoff, sitting up as you give him a perfect view of your rolling eyes.

He grins at you, hand touching your exposed back as he caresses your skin. "Never." he jokes, causing you to shake your head at his absurdity.

You just hope the next morning will be just as relaxed like this very moment is. You don't want your friendship to be ruined by lust.

But you'll have to wait until the morning comes.

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 23 days

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DEEP | HAND BOOK

Deep | M.YG ✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, oral sex[female/male receiving], unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION),spanking ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist of main story

Where it started... Min yoongi's & Y/n's mother met in orientation in their freshman year in university. They became best friends and stayed together even after university. Y/n's father was actually a old friend of Yoongi's mom and that's how they met. tens years after graduating they both became pregnant around the same time, resulting in them having their babies in the same month. being the best friends they are, they promised to raise their kids together and to (force, cuz wouldn't you want your kids to be best friends :))) ) make sure they become best friends.

Min Yoongi

Birthday: March 9th 1993 Age: 23 Occupation/lives: full time student, lives next door to Y/n hobbies: writing, sleeping, hooking up, watching over y/n, hanging out with y/n, hanging out with his friends. talents: piano prodigy, poetry, guitar, wood working, basketball (ask y/n) passion/dream: music, become a producer. favorite foods: anything y/n cooks, his mothers/y/n's mother cooking favorite color: white spirit animal: a black cat major: Business management, minor: music technology best friends(who he considers): Jin, Namjoon, and hoseok friend group: Jin, Namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, jungkook, y/n, etc relationship status: single Y/n (fake dating), fuck buddies with y/n first love: y/n (she doesn't know) Things he's come to like cause of y/n: kissing, he's addicated to the taste of her lips even if the kiss leads to nothing more than just a make out session he is satisfied with just kissing, tongues sliding together as you both messily suck, exchanging breaths. it's heaven on earth for him. (will be updated) background: Min yoongi is a only child, his father is a successful entrepreneur with a 1.6 million dollar company. His mother is a retired teacher. He has a business management degree due to being the heir to his fathers company, chose to get a minor in music technology because of his passion in music.

Y/N

birthday: March 11th 1993 Age: 23 occupation/lives: full-time student, lives next to yoongi hobbies: reading, writing, hanging out with yoongi,(window) shopping, karaoke with jihye, baking, cooking, swimming. talents: baking, cooking, calligraphy. passion/dream: books, her dream is to open a cafe which is also a book store. favorite foods: yoongi's cooking favorite color: blue sprit animal: butterfly (specifically the emperor butterfly) major: business management, minor in writing best friends: Yoongi, Jihye, junho friend group: jihye, abby, serena, iseul, hana,nari relationship status: momentarily taken, fuck buddies with yoongi first love: yoongi (he knows)background: y/n, only child. Her parents are both writers who publish children and university course books. y/n's mother met her husband through her best friend who was looking for a fellow writer to proof-read a project he was working on. y/n chose business management as her major due to wanting to open a cafe that is also a book store in the future. she has a minor in writing since she was stuck in between both degrees until yoongi convinced her to just take writing as a minor instead of giving it up.

Jeon Jungkook

Birthday: September 1st 1997 age: 20 occupation/lives: full-time student, has his own apartment hobbies: drawing/painting, guitar, boxing, taekwondo, gaming, photography, video editing, swimming, tattoo artist talents: boxing, painting/drawing, he drew every tattoo thats on his body passion/dream: - major: fine arts in film and photography best friends: Taehyung and jimin friend group: Jin, namjoon, hoseok, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, eunwoo relationship status: single first love: - background: - (will be updated in future)

Friends Kim namjoon(22)/major: music technology, minor in writing Kim seokjin(24)/graduated: film and visual arts, occupation: acting Jung hoseok(22)/major: fine arts (specialied in dance) Park jimin(21)/major: fine arts (specialized in dance) Kim taehyung(21)/ major: film and visual arts, minor in photography

RULES

1. Once we start this relationship, only I'm (yoongi) allowed to stop it.

2. We aren't allowed to see anyone else

3. we will always use condoms, we will only have raw sex once

4. finish inside, only once

5. we will have sex twice a week, and if both parties are up for it then the weekend as well

6. the moment I (yoongi) call this off, we will never talk again

7. We will never have drunk sex, if yoongi can help it

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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fool for you ~ jjk | final

you have to decide if jeon jungkook is perfectly wrong for you.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 7.7k | ✨ rating: R ✨ genre/au: romance, light angst, fluff | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jk is a sweet dummy, but we love him anyway, jieun is just as insecure as reader and jungkook (yes, i'm trying to make y'all feel bad for her), confessions, taehyung's a good friend, time skip, jin's shoulders (you'll understand when you see the photo), yoongi shows up again, kissing, making out, marking, a smol, not so smol erection 🙈, groping, touching ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: okay, so, i'm just not happy with how this fic went T_T i literally have no one to blame but myself! the end of part 4 was actually never supposed to happen, but i wrote it in anyway *facepalm* i was stressed for days bc i'm like how do i redeem this cute, fluffy couple?? *sigh* but i tried my best(?), and i *do* explain why jk did what he did, and if you don't like it, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk what to tell you. anyway, sorry for the rant, but i just wanted to thank @here4btsfics for listening to me ramble about this fic and talking me through some plot points. ily. ✨ a/n 2: this is also not beta'd bc well, i'm impatient af. so if you see typos, that's why lol. ✨ if y'all want any cute or smutty (must be off anon) drabbles with this couple, just drop it in my inbox :) ✨ Any feedback, reblogs, and asks are appreciated.

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Jungkook was ashamed of his actions at the carnival. It wasn't fair that he kept the kissing booth from you. Instead of letting it unravel as it did, he should have told you the truth. He didn't want to do what 'old Jungkook' would have done to make Jieun jealous. Because you had nothing in common with her. You were thoughtful and generous. And he realized he was bringing out a side of you you didn't know you had until he showed up - and that wasn't fair.

But he did enjoy that you took ownership of him, dragging him away from the line of girls. That was sexy for him, but that's beside the point. He made a mistake and needed to make amends before it was too late.

So, he got up early and put on some decent clothing besides his standard oversized shirt and sweats. He double-checked his reflection in the mirror. Before opening the door, he tugged at the collar of the brown flannel and flattened the black slacks. However, he was greeted by none other than his ex.

"What are you doing here?" he deadpanned.

Jieun somehow looked like shit today. With barely there makeup, hair in a bun, an oversized hoodie, and leggings. "Can we talk?"

He stepped through the threshold, closed the door behind him, waited for her to continue, and was displeased to see her.

"I'm…leaving."

Jungkook eyebrows knitted together in confusion, thinking okay, then leave.

"I'm moving back to New York." Jieun had mentioned it when they were still together, but she never made the decision.

"'Kay, have a safe trip then," he mumbled, stepping aside from her. He had places to go anyway.

Jieun put her hand out to stop him. "Kook–we're going to leave things like this?"

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "What do you want me to say, Jieun?"

She shrugged. "I don't know…are you going to miss me? Us? The way we used to be?" Jieun had been kicking herself ever since she had slept with Jimin. She had no idea how lucky she was with Jungkook. She was certain she had lost him and could not get him back. She reasoned that the best way to let go of Jungkook was to start over in a new city, far away from all the pain and suffering she had caused.

Jungkook wasn't made of stone. He'd been with her for a year. Although their relationship was mostly physical, they had fun together. She was fun to party and sleep with, but he couldn't see himself with her in the future. Their relationship was never more than that. Was he to blame? Hers? Perhaps both. Could it be that they hadn't met the right person with whom to do all that 'relationship' stuff?

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." Jungkook didn't want to be a jerk. After the fiasco with her and Jimin, many of her friends completely abandoned her. He could tell she was lonely.

Jieun chuckled, reaching for the fuzzy pink bunny keychain attached to his keys. "Remember when you tried so hard to win that for me?"

Jungkook peered at the keys in his hand.

"Was that our first date?"

Jungkook nodded.

"You spent so much money. And I swear that game's rigged, plus that guy wasn't letting you off the hook either," the two of you chuckled at the memory.

"And then at the end, when you won it, you said you worked so hard for it that you were going to keep it." She leaned over, trying to catch his gaze. "See, we did have fun together."

He wasn't sure where she was going with this. Maybe she needed some sort of forgiveness or closure from him to move on with a new chapter of her life.

"I know you hate me, Kookie—"

Jungkook interrupted. "I don't hate you." Even though she has hurt him, he does not believe he will ever hate her, and he will never in his heart hate anyone. "I was upset and hurt, but I could never hate you."

With the number of women Jungkook had dated, one would think he was a fuckboy, but he was quite the opposite. He was always true to the person he was dating, which was one of many lessons his parents taught him.

Jieun smiled half-heartedly. "Kook, you're only saying that because you have a good heart. That is one of the many reasons I will never forget you." She moved in closer, fiddling with his shirt collar. "I know you don't owe me anything, but can I ask one thing from you, and then I promise you'll never have to see me again?"

Was she really going to be out of his life for good? She'd been a menace since she saw you and Jungkook together. But, out of the goodness of his heart, he would trust her one more time. "What is it?"

"Can you kiss me like you mean it?"

Jungkook let out a scoff. "Are you kidding me?"

After everything she's put him through, she dared to ask this of him. Jieun was at the top, having everything handed to her on a silver platter. Only now to be at the bottom, searching for anyone to talk to her. So Jungkook was her last resort because she knew he had a good heart even though she had hurt him.

"I know it's stupid to ask of you, but I love you, Kook. I just…I just want to remember us–you like how we used to be, you know…before…." She paused, not wanting to bring up her infidelity again. Her guilty conscience ate her alive, sucking her in like there was no tomorrow. She knew she messed up a good thing when she asked Jungkook to kiss her, going in knowing he'd say no, but she couldn't help but try.

"If I do this, you'll stop trying to come between Y/n and me?" Jungkook didn't know for sure if she'd go back on her word. But considering she was moving back to New York, he was putting his faith and trust in her.

She extended her pinky, hoping he'd reciprocate. He hesitated but chose the kiss over the pinky promise. He kissed her but felt nothing because he didn't have feelings for her—it was you. Jungkook knew he'd have to tell you about Jieun's kiss. He knew telling you was risky, but he'd rather tell you the truth than a lie.

Jungkook pulled away, cupping her face, gazing into her eyes one last time. "Goodbye, Jieun."

Jieun began to back away. He quickly opened the door to his room, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply. He now had to find the strength to tell you he had kissed his ex and then confess his feelings. He anticipated you to reject him and move on.

Jieun noticed you approaching as she walked to the hall entrance. Jealousy resurfaced in her body as she realized she'd never get back on Jungkook's good side. Jieun did what she was good at—-she mocked you, saying you'd lost. But she was only saying those things to make herself feel better, even though she was miserable. She was well aware that she couldn't compete with you. Jungkook had fallen head over heels when she saw you kiss him at the party. She wished you would treat Jungkook a million times better than she could.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

Every fiber of Jungkook's wanted to kiss every inch of you. Wanted to know your ins and outs, wanted to see what you loved, what your body craved, but he stopped himself. He thought, what was he doing? This isn't how he wanted to treat you. He wanted to treat you better than anyone he's been with before.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry. I'm being stupid and selfish and thinking with my dick instead of my head," he said, pulling back from you.

You couldn't believe how much you wanted to kiss him despite knowing he had kissed his ex-girlfriend. You hadn't even bothered to ask why he did it. "We're both stupid," your voice trembling, "I just saw you kissing your ex, and now I'm about to kiss you as well. I should...I should leave," you said as you turned to unlock the doorknob.

"Wait–do you even want to hear my explanation?"

You sighed, turning back to him. "What's there to explain Jungkook? You'll always be with girls like Jieun, and I'm not in her league. So I understand if you want to rekindle your relationship with her. People like you deserve to be together."

"So, you won't even give me a chance to explain? And what do you mean, people like us deserve to be together?"

"It's nothing–I…should go before I say something I regret."

"I was kissing her goodbye!" Jungkook cried out because he felt you would leave before he could explain himself.

You shook your head and scoffed. "That's some goodbye kiss. Bye, Jungkook."

"Look, I know you don't owe me anything, but can we just talk about this?"

You weren't sure what else there was to explain. This all started because you decided to shoot your shot with Jungkook. Then agreed to be his fake girlfriend and ended up liking him because he seemed like a decent enough guy. But in the end, it was you who was a fool.

If Jungkook truly cared about you as a friend, he would have told you about the kissing booth. He wouldn't have kissed all those girls in front of you if he was a good fake boyfriend.

But unfortunately, he was neither of those.

"You wanna talk?" you took a step toward him, pressing your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Let's talk."

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden boldness. He walked backward until he hit his bed and sat down.

"You could've told me about the kissing booth–as your fake girlfriend, that was unfair. Why are we pretending to date if you want to go around kissing other girls? If you were sucking faces with other girls, Jieun might not have cared, but I'm not her, and I care. I understand you had unfinished business with Jieun, but did you have to kiss her too? I was naïve to believe I could be friends with you because I didn't know who I was kidding when I tried to separate my romantic feelings from you. And, despite my best efforts, I fell for you."

Jungkook had previously had girls confess their feelings for him, but this was different. This felt real---genuine. You sounded like you were speaking from the heart. He's never had a confession like that before. After hearing everything, a part of him wanted to flee. He was afraid of not being good enough for you, especially after his actions. You deserved better than anything he could ever give you. He had no idea what you saw in him.

You stared at Jungkook and then at the floor, waiting for him to say something. "Well, you said you wanted to talk."

He paused to gather his thoughts before moving toward you while maintaining his distance. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands were sweating profusely. He was never good at having deep conversations.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the kissing booth. I did it to make you jealous, to see how far you would go for me. I know it's stupid—you don't have to tell me twice."

Your eyes caught his for just a moment before looking away.

Jungkook let out a sigh. "I'm also sorry about Jieun. I won’t try to explain it further because I should have said no to her. But I was on my way to see you before she arrived. I came to tell you how much I like you and how I'm afraid of being in a real relationship because I'm afraid I'll mess up. And getting to know you over the last few weeks has made me realize you're far too good for me. That you are deserving of better than anything I could ever offer. I understand if you don't want to be friends or see me again, but I felt you should know how I felt about you."

His doe eyes explored your face trying to figure out what you were thinking. "So, what now?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, Jungkook. This whole thing is a mess." He nodded. "Maybe we should just stay friends."

"You still want to hang out with me?"

"Not like how we used to. At least for a little bit."

You needed time to recover. To keep your distance from Jungkook. To regain your footing. Get in the right frame of mind because everything Jeon Jungkook has clouded your judgment.

Everyone had final exams and presentations during the last week of school before the summer break. Fortunately, you only had one more exam before finishing your junior year.

It was a beautiful day to sit outside and study for your exam, so you did just that. You sat down beneath your favorite oak tree on campus, took out your world-lit book and notes, and flipped through your scribbled notes.

"Hey!"

You looked up to see Taehyung running over to you. Great, now what? You thought. "Hey," you replied, thinking you should be nice.

"Where are you headed for the summer?" he asked, inviting himself to sit next to you.

You found it odd because he's never struck up a conversation with you before. "I'm heading to my Aunt's in San Francisco," you said reluctantly, wondering where he was going with all of this.

"Cool."

You set down your book and notes, glaring at him." Why are you here, Taehyung?"

"Damn–a guy can't be curious? Sheesh–what's got your panties in a twist?" Taehyung cocked his brow.

You deadpanned, waiting for him to explain why he was talking to you.

"Okay–I'm here to talk about Jungkook."

You continued to stare blankly at him. You needed to understand what Jungkook had to do with anything. It's been a week since you last saw or spoke to him. You two agreed just to be friends and nothing else.

Taehyung cleared his throat, adjusting his position. "I need you to take him back."

"What? What do you mean?"

"He's been mopey and lovesick ever since you stopped dating. It's quite sickening to see it unfold in front of my eyes. All he can think about is how much he misses you, how much he misses hanging out with you, how much he misses this and that. He literally wears your hair tie as jewelry around his wrist. When you think about it, it's kind of creepy." For a brief moment, he looked off into the distance. "Anyway–all this to say is, for the love of god, please get back together with him. I can't stand him being like this anymore. I'm gonna fucking scream."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his request. It's strange how the tables have flipped. You were head over heels in love with Jungkook, and now you were the polar opposite. Granted, you were still trying to suppress your feelings for him, but hearing him be so lovesick over you made your heart skip a beat.

"He didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tell me what? That you guys were fake dating? He told me what went down after the kissing booth. I told him he was dumb for kissing all those girls if he really liked you, told him he should've just been honest with you from the get-go."

Wow–you definitely weren't expecting this conversation when Taehyung sat down next to you.

"Did Jungkook tell you to say all of this?"

Taehyung gave you a funny look. "What? No. I came here on my own accord. Just because I like to party and sleep around doesn't mean I don't care about my friends. Jungkook has always been there for me when I needed him, so I'm returning the favor. You can accept it as is or continue to make assumptions about my intentions."

"Sorry," you mumbled, "I hope you understand why I'm cautious about everything. But you understand why, right?"

"I get it. Jungkook hurt you by not being upfront about his feelings, but it's never too late to start over again."

"You're a good friend, Taehyung."

He flashed a boxy smile at you. "I know."

Arriving back at your dorm after dinner, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Taehyung. Your heart wanted to forgive Jungkook right away, but your head told you to slow down because that's how you got into trouble in the first place.

Your room was empty due to you and Lyla’s things being packed up and stored for the summer. Laying on your bed, a ding from your phone went off.

Jungkook 9:27 PM Hey. When are you leaving?

You 9:28 PM I’m leaving tomorrow. My flight is at 2.

Jungkook 9:29 PM Is it okay if I talk to you tomorrow before you leave?

You 9:30 PM Yeah. Meet me outside of my hall. Around 10?

Jungkook 9:31 PM Great! I’ll see you then!

The following morning, you woke up extra early to prepare for whatever Jungkook needed to talk to you about. You stood in front of the mirror, telling yourself, 'No' several times.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" Lyla asked as she came in, brushing past you to get her toothbrush.

"I'm hyping myself up to say no to Jungkook."

Lyla snickered, putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. "Uh-huh. Good luck with that, babe."

"You're very encouraging. Thanks," you said sarcastically.

She placed a kiss on your cheek before beginning to brush. "You're very welcome!"

You could see Jungkook waiting outside your hall's lobby as you walked through it. One thing you liked about him was that he was always on time. When you opened the door, it creaked loudly, alerting him to your presence.

Jungkook peered at you, sending a soft smile. "Hey."

"Hi," you answered with a thin smile, standing next to him.

"You look beautiful today."

Jungkook looked effortlessly good. He could never look bad if you were honest. He could wear a garbage bag, and you'd be on your knees. Today, however, he wore a blue and white windbreaker with a white tee and ripped jeans. You wished things had gone differently for the two of you.

You crossed your arms and mumbled, 'thank you,' curious why he wanted to talk. Perhaps he was trying one last time to convince you to be more than just friends. You'd think about it, but that was your heart, not your head. You knew better, and you'd been practicing saying one word, two letters, and 'no' all morning.

"You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah, um, I know we're just gonna be friends, and I'm totally cool with that, but I was wondering if you'd mind if I texted you this summer? Not all the time, but occasionally, just to check in on you and stuff?"

Okay, you thought. This is progress. You could do this–texting. It was pretty harmless, right? And it'd only be once in a while. Because one thing was for sure, you didn't want to go all heart eyes for him so quickly.

"Yeah, I think that'd be okay." Jungkook beamed when you said okay. "And where will you be this summer?"

"I'll be at my uncle's in Seattle. Gonna spend time with him and my Aunt. You should come to visit." You let out a chuckle, and then Jungkook realized what he had asked of you. "Sorry–I'm getting ahead of myself there."

"'S okay," you said. You found Jungkook's eagerness adorable. "Anything else?" You were hoping that was the only thing because you feared the longer you were in his presence, the more you'd want to give in to him.

"I hope you have a good summer," he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and glancing at you.

"Thanks."

"I'll talk to you soon?"

You nodded, watching him walk away ahead of you. "Jungkook!" He turned around, his doe eyes wide open. It took everything you had not to say everything that was on your mind, but you had to bite your tongue. "Have a good summer."

His dimple was deeply etched into the softness of his cheek, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. He gave one last wave before departing.

When he was out of sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. Wanting to pat yourself on the back because you didn't let on more than you should. Your answers to his questions were short and concise, without hounding for more. Whew.

~ One month later ~

Staying at your Aunt's was great. You loved San Francisco. It was a completely different vibe from southern California. The weather was breezy, the sun was always out, and there were many things to do in the Bay Area.

Halfway into the month and you hadn't heard anything from Jungkook. It's not like you were jumping at every notification when your phone buzzed, but he did say he would text you.

"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Your Aunt Jo asked, peering at your screen.

You flipped your phone over to hide your lock screen. "I'm not," you countered.

"You're waiting on a boy, aren't you?"

Flashing a thin smile, you quipped back at her. "I'm not."

"He'll call you, don't worry so much. It always happens when you're least expecting it."

Your Aunt's had her fair share of men and women, and tonight was no different. The new guy she was seeing insisted on cooking for her.

"Aunt Jo–how do you meet these guys?" you asked, wanting to know her secret. The new guy, Jin, was young, tall, handsome, and a chef in town with a hot new restaurant.

"Friend of a friend," she said with a cheeky smile. "He's cute, isn't he?"

You couldn't help but give him a once-over. Those shoulders were big enough to land a plane. You shielded your mouth with your hand, whispering, "Super cute."

"Okay, ladies. Are you ready to try my famous dish?" Jin asked, bringing over two plates with seared scallops on a bed of quinoa, apple salad, and butternut squash puree. You'd never had anything this fancy before.

"Thank you, baby," Aunt Jo flirted at the handsome man, reaching for a kiss, which he reciprocated.

A ding from your phone resounded through the kitchen. You eagerly reached for it but stopped yourself.

"You're not gonna see if it's your boyfriend?" Aunt Jo teased before taking a bite of her scallop. She groaned at the heavenly taste.

It was going to bug you if you didn't check. You grabbed your phone and nothing but a measly email. You're not sure why you were getting so worked up. You were the one that told Jungkook you only wanted to be friends, but here you were, glued to your phone in case he texted.

You sighed, trying to get a grip. You had integrity and dignity, and you weren't going to break down just because a boy hadn't texted you.

So, instead, you opened up your camera, taking a picture of this beautiful dinner. Then just as Aunt Jo had said, another ding indicating a picture message was sent to you.

Clicking on the bubble, it was a message from Jungkook.

Jungkook 7:36 PM This corn dog isn't as good as the one we had at the pier.

You 7:37 PM

Jungkook 7:38 PM Where's the rest of the entree?!

You 7:39 PM wdym?? 😂 That's it!

Jungkook 7:40 PM You should demand to get your money back. You were scammed.

You 7:41 PM This is fine dining! My aunt's boyfriend made this. He's a chef at a place called Trestle.

Jungkook 7:41 PM Fine dining, hmm? You like that stuff?

You 7:42 PM Idk. Never really cared for the finer things in life.

Jungkook 7:43 PM I'm offended! What about me?

You 7:43 PM 😂 Are you trying to get me to compliment you?

Jungkook 7:44 PM 😎

You 7:45 PM 😒 You're okay-looking. You should see my aunt's boyfriend. He's mighty fine.

"Earth to my favorite niece in the whole wide world! Remember to eat! You've been smiling ever since you picked up your phone."

"Have not!" you protested.

"My Jin can attest to that. Can't you?"

"Jojo is right. You've been smiling like a creepy doll and have yet to try my food, and that's an insult to me," Jin teased.

"Let me take a picture of you." Jin turned to you, giving you a smolder and pouty lips. "Thanks!" you said, returning to your phone.

"Wait–wait! Jinnie, take your shirt off!" Jo cried as Jin turned back around.

"Aunt Jo!"

"If you're going to make this boy jealous, might as well do it right." Your aunt gave her boyfriend a pouty face and he willingly did what she asked. He tugged his shirt off, telling you to get his best side, which apparently was his back side. And well, you couldn't disagree. Jungkook would definitely be jealous of Jin's worldwide shoulders.

You 7:50 PM

Jungkook 7:51 PM WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME NUDES OF OTHER MEN??

You 7:51 PM Blame my Aunt Jo. She suggested it. Anywho, time for dessert now. Byeee.

You have yet to hear back the rest of the night from Jungkook. It was good for you to be the first to end the conversation because, knowing you, you could text him all night, which would defeat the purpose of just being friends. You wanted to be cautious about becoming friends with him because it was all too easy to cross the line again.

~ Two months later ~

Texts with Jungkook were simple, a little flirty, but nothing more than that. He'd send you random pictures of things he was doing or food he'd be eating, and you did the same. Harmless and cute. Distance from him was a good thing, keeping you from getting in trouble.

Your goal this summer was to explore new things to do and see in San Francisco. Your Aunt and Jin helped by giving you a bucket list.

On today's list was Alcatraz. You weren't a fan of boats, but it was the only way to get onto the island. The nice thing was you had a friend to accompany you on this trip. Yoongi made a surprise visit, checking out a doctorate program in the area. He mentioned wanting to check it when he was your TA, so you thought it'd be fun to explore with him.

Jungkook 1:11 PM Made it to the gum wall.

You 1:20 PM 🤢 Don't get sick. Did you put one on there too?

Jungkook 1:21 PM 😎 Ofc I did. What's your view rn?

You 1:23 PM

Jungkook 1:24 PM Fun. You have a visitor today?

You 1:30 PM Yeah, he's checking out another school here.

Jungkook 1:31 PM Cool. Have fun!

"Who's that? Lover boy?" Yoongi teased.

You glared, tucking your phone away in your back pocket. "I don't have a lover boy," you huffed at him.

"What happened with you two, anyway?"

You shrugged, not really wanting to go into detail about your whole ordeal with Jungkook. What happened, happened and now the two of you were just friends.

"Well, whatever happened, just don't be so hard on yourself. You both probably screwed up, and neither of you is perfect, so learn from it and move on," Yoongi said casually, moving on with the rest of the tour group.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at his words. He was never a man of many words but you appreciate him for caring about you.

~ Three months later ~

You 10:27 AM

What's good here?

Jungkook 10:30 AM

What's good here? You're in Seattle? 🥲

You 10:32 AM YOU'RE IN SF?! 😩 This is like a missed connections ads lol

Jungkook 10:33 AM I guess this is what happens when all we do is send pictures, huh? 😅

You 10:34 AM Guess so lol

Jungkook 10:35 AM Have fun in Seattle.

You 10:36 AM Have fun in SF. I'll see you when we get back to school?

Jungkook 10:36 AM Definitely 💛

"What happened? You look sad," Aunt Jo mentioned when she saw the frown on your face.

"Oh, it's nothing," you stated with a wry smile, stuffing your phone in your bag. Today was not about you. It was about Jin.

"Were you expecting to see your boy while we were here?"

You rolled your eyes at her. No, you weren't expecting to see Jungkook because you assumed he'd be as busy as you were. Aunt Jo invited you to accompany her to Jin's new restaurant in Seattle, and you jumped at the chance. Okay, so you thought there was a chance you'd see Jungkook while in town. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side.

"I–no–I mean, maybe."

Aunt Jo stood before you, raising your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Sweetheart, it's okay to miss him or want to see him even though he hurt you. It's only natural, and you can't deny what your heart wants."

"Exactly–" Jin interrupted, "The heart wants what it wants," he said, kissing Aunt Jo's cheek from behind.

You debated if you should text him back, but what would it do? What would you even say? Hey, after thinking about it, I kind of wanna be more than friends? You were the one that initiated being friends again. What kind of person would you look like? Being super wishy-washy with your decisions. It was hard to keep your sense of worth when it came to Jeon Jungkook.

Throughout the rest of your trip to Seattle, you were good. You didn't text him besides when he would send you photos here and there of activities he was doing in San Francisco. You were proud of yourself for not giving in to your wants, and you stood your ground.

Returning to San Francisco felt bittersweet because you assumed Jungkook had already left. You didn't want to ask where he was going next for fear of sounding nosy or needy. You'll just have to guess. Maybe he was already back in SoCal.

"Knock, knock," Aunt Jo said, holding your door open. "I know we just got back, but Jin invited us to a special event at his restaurant tonight. So get your cute little butt showered and dressed up, 'kay?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Free food? I'm there."

Aunt Jo whistled when you walked down the stairs in your outfit. The only semi-nice thing you packed was a black slip dress. Then you threw on a black leather jacket.

"You couldn't have chosen better shoes?" Aunt Jo asked, gawking at your pair of black and white checkered Vans.

"What? I wanted to be cute and comfy," you said, pulling the strap of your bag over your head, letting it drape across your body.

When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, you expected it to be packed, but it was completely empty. You got out of the Uber and waited for your Aunt to get out of the Uber. You turned around only to see her smiling like a lunatic.

"Aren't you coming?"

Jin called your name and waved you over as he exited the restaurant. You cast a glance in his direction, curious as to what was going on with them tonight.

"It's just you, sweetheart, have fun tonight!"

"We forgot to mention it's a private event for you," Jin grinned, sending you a wink. He stepped into the Uber, and then they were off, leaving you utterly confused on the sidewalk.

A high-pitched ding from your phone went off. Opening your bag, you checked your phone to see a text from Aunt Jo.

Aunt Jo 6:22 PM

Gonna stay at Jin's tonight.

Please be responsible. Love you.

Her text was cryptic and vague, leaving you even more puzzled. You sighed as you turned to face the restaurant and walked to the door. When you first walked in, the atmosphere was quite cute and quaint. Many tables had been cleared away, leaving one in the middle of the restaurant. Someone was sitting with their back to you, and when they heard the door close, they turned to see you standing there.

"Jungkook?"

He got up from his seat and walked over to you. He was dressed in his favorite color, black. A black open button down, tucked into black joggers, black combat boots, and finished with a thick silver chain. The biggest bunny smile you'd ever seen on him adorned his pretty face.

"What are you doing here? How–how did you–"

"I might have done some digging, called around, and got ahold of your Aunt's boyfriend."

Your jaw opened and closed, amazed by how sneaky everyone was–including Aunt Jo and Jin. "So you planned all of this?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I had some help from your Aunt. She's a pretty cool person. Jin too." You couldn't stop smiling, and your cheeks were beginning to ache as a result. "Do you want something to eat? Because I'm hungry, and the food smelled delicious while I waited, "He smiled.

You nodded in response to his question. He extended his hand, and you accepted it without hesitation. When your hand found his big warm ones again, your heart raced at a million beats per minute. He escorted you to the seat across from him, pulling out the chair and pushing it in while you sat.

You felt so flustered and scatterbrained you didn't even hear when Jungkook called your name. "Hmm?"

Jungkook chuckled. "How was Seattle? Did you like it?"

"I liked it a lot. It reminded me a lot of San Francisco. Minus the gloom," you giggled. You mentally kicked yourself when you realized you had just giggled in front of Jungkook. It was too hard not to get all excited over this. So you took a deep breath to ground yourself and remember that he is just a boy–a friend–nothing more.

A server greeted both of you, handing you the menu. Everything sounded so fancy, and for half of the items, you needed clarification on what they were. Nevertheless, it was free, so you'd try anything.

After placing your orders with the server, the pair of you couldn't stop smiling at each other like young teenagers in love. It was pretty nauseating if someone were watching the two of you.

"Ahem… you're growing out your hair," you said, finally breaking the weird smiling contest between you.

Jungkook touched the hair resting on the nape of his neck. "Yeah, I thought I'd try it and never had it this long before."

"I like it."

Your compliment made him look away, a sheepish smile plastered on his face, showing off his dimple.

The rest of dinner continued. You both groaned at how delicious everything tasted. It's no surprise that people enjoyed fine dining, but you didn't enjoy the cost. But one rule Jin lived by was that he would not charge people an arm and a leg just to eat good food. He thought it was ridiculous and vowed never to do it again when he owned his own restaurant. And you thought it was very honorable.

As the last course came out, you ordered the coconut custard while Jungkook got the chocolate cake, one of each, so you could enjoy the desserts instead of picking one.

"How is it?" Jungkook asked when you took a bite.

"It's good," you swallowed, "but it might be too coco-nutty for me."

Jungkook set his fork down after taking a bite of his cake. He pushed the small plate toward you. "Here, take mine. I'll eat it if you don't like it."

"Jungkook, we're supposed to share! I can't let you do that."

"It's fine! I don't mind, honestly!" He pushed the cake further to you while taking the custard away from you. You felt he wouldn't give up, so you let him have it.

After dinner, Jungkook insisted on taking an Uber with you to make sure you got back to your Aunt's okay, and then he'd take off to his hotel for the night. As the car arrived at Aunt Jo's, Jungkook followed after, walking you to the door.

You turned to Jungkook. "Thanks for dinner. It was a lot of fun."

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't do much. It's all thanks to your Aunt and Jin for helping me set everything up."

"Yeah, I know, but you put a lot of thought into it too, and I really appreciate that."

He nervously toyed with his lip ring, letting it flip back and forth. "Um, well, I guess I should say goodnight, and I'll see you when we get back to school?"

Your eyes flickered to his. "Do you want to come in? My Aunt's gone for the night."

"Are...you sure?" Jungkook stammered.

"Yeah, we can watch a movie or talk."

"Uh, okay. Let me tell the driver. Be right back."

The time was almost nine, so you opted for a nightcap. You grabbed a bottle of wine from Aunt Jo's cupboard and two glasses, setting it down on the coffee table before pouring one for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook quickly finished his glass which made you chuckle. Was he nervous? You didn't take him that type of guy.

"Why did you come to San Francisco?" you asked after taking a sip of your wine.

He chuckled. "Is it not obvious?"

You could take a stab at why he was doing this, but you needed him to say what he wanted.

"I'm shooting my shot," he said casually.

Trying to hold in a grin, you stopped it by devouring the rest of your wine glass.

Jungkook turned his full attention to you. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all summer–what you were doing if you were happy or sad, lonely. I wanted to call so many times, but I didn't know if I could. That's why I only sent texts since they were less intimidating."

"You could've called. I would've picked up."

"I know, but I didn't want to mess up being your friend 'cause I'm not good at this stuff, and I've never just been friends with a girl or even known how to date. But all I do know is you make me want to learn how to do all that stuff."

"To learn how to date or be my friend?

A beat passed before Jungkook answered, "Both, I guess? I just want to get to know you, so I wanna do whatever you wanna do. But that's if you want to..." he trailed off.

The buzz from the wine began warming up your cheeks, and the invisible walls you had up were starting to crumble. Jungkook's rosy lips looked too luscious not to want to try again. "I...really, really want to kiss you."

Jungkook gulped, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want to screw this up, but he also didn't want to pass up an opportunity to kiss you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your cute nose, then to your lips. He lingered on your lips, trying to recall how they tasted. But it'd been far too long since he'd kissed you.

"I want to kiss you too, but I don't want you to regret it afterward."

You shook your head. "I won't." You shifted closer to Jungkook on the couch, your knee brushing up against his as you leaned in, waiting for him to do the same.

Jungkook brought his hand to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes, wanting to confirm if this was really what you wanted. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," you said as you closed the gap and pressed your lips against his. His other hand cupped the opposite side of your face, drawing you closer to him. Your lips continued to explore each other softly and slowly as if time had stopped to allow you to discover what you had been missing.

You withdrew, only to find yourself straddling him. Jungkook's eyes widened as he realized the new position. However, he didn't mind it one bit. When his hands fell to grip your waist, urging you closer to him, your entire body buzzed. It didn't take long for Jungkook to become aroused by this heated make-out session, his cock twitching in his strained pants. You tangled your fingers in his hair, causing him to groan in your mouth while you smiled into his. Then your hand reached for the thick silver chain around his neck, gently pulling him as close as you could.

When he pulled away, you let out a quiet whimper. His lips began to trail wet kisses down your jawline, leaving soft purple bruises on your neck. His hands dragged up to your shoulders, where your dress's delicate straps lay. His fingers tinkered with them, debating whether to slide them down, so you decided for him. Your hand reached out to take the straps off, but Jungkook stopped you.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Jungkook said breathily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"No...No, you're good. I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."

Jungkook leaned against the couch, shifting himself from beneath, hoping to adjust the erection straining in his pants. "As I said, I'm fine with taking things slowly, I'm not in a hurry, and I'll wait as long as it takes if it means I get you in the end."

It took everything in you not to want to rip off your clothes and his right at this moment. But he was right because you didn't want to fuck this up, either.

"You just know the right things to say, huh?"

Jungkook laughed and nodded. He leaned forward, asking for a kiss. "It's getting late, and I still need to pack for my flight tomorrow."

You slid yourself off of him to a standing position, adjusting the strap, just begging to fall. "Let me get an Uber for you."

The following day, Aunt Jo knocked on your door, asking if you were decent enough for her to come in. She covered her eyes as the door opened. "We good in here? No cute, naked boy in your bed?"

You laughed. "No, Aunt Jo. No naked boy in here."

"Darn," she teased, handing you a cup of coffee. "I'm surprised he didn't stay over."

To be honest, it would have been far too easy for you and Jungkook to fuck without first properly establishing what you two were. Again, you tried hard not to rush into things with him, but it was difficult not to.

"He was the one who stopped it from going any further, actually," you commented.

Aunt Jo took a sip of her coffee, nodding slowly, surprised at your words. "Interesting."

"Yeah...interesting."

"Well, at least you know he's trying to do things the right way this time, so that's gotta count for something?"

She was right. You'd wanted and hoped to do this thing with Jungkook correctly. Let's not fuck it up this time.

Over the last couple weeks of summer break, you and Jungkook constantly texted, called, and video-chatted. You couldn't wait to get back on campus to see him again.

As you settled into your new apartment with Lyla, the boxes in your new room were piled high. You reached for a box on your tiptoes when you felt two hands snake around your waist and a kiss press against your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw a happy Jungkook wrapping his arms around you.

"Hi," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

You mumbled a 'hi' before squirming away from his embrace, proceeding to finish your task before he rudely interrupted. Your hand reached into the box, holding onto the fairy lights you loved so much.

Jungkook sat on your bed, watching as you strung lights up on your wall. You crept on the bed, attempting to string the lights behind Jungkook, but he refused to move, so you crawled over him. When he suddenly leaned backward, pulling you on top of him, you yelped.

"Jungkook!" you cried, playfully hitting his chest, trying to break away from his hold, but he drew you back toward him for a kiss.

"One," Jungkook whispered, connecting his mouth to yours again. "Two."

"Why are you counting?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "Cause I owe you 100 kisses, remember?"

You rolled your eyes. "Forgot about that, and I paid good money for that, too," you laughed.

"Mm…I didn't," Jungkook pressed another kiss on your lips. "Three." He placed another on your jaw, causing your skin to burn hot underneath his lips. "Four."

"Jungkook," you whined, "I have so much to unpack."

"I'll help you later, but right now. I just wanna kiss you for a while."

You groaned. "Fine."

Although your and Jungkook's relationship began in an unusual manner and had its share of ups and downs. You wouldn't have made the mistake of foolishly falling for someone other than him.

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